0 comments/ 16614 views/ 3 favorites Lisa's Sexual Journey By: ainu2 When I was in the 11th grade, a guy a year older than me, a senior named Dick that I was dating, compared me to Anna Nicole Smith, the stripper that married a very old, very rich man. She was in the news a lot then, being sued about whether she could inherit the old man's estate. This guy said that we were both "sexy big blondes". My reaction was "Me?" I'd always been a tall and sturdy tomboy, active in every possible sport. But sexy? He told me that I had the best body in the school. Blonde I can accept. I am blonde, Maybe not as light and bright a blond as when I was a little kid but, still, a blonde. Big? Tall, I'll accept. I'm now five feet ten inches plus a small fraction. I easily get over six feet in heels. But big? I'm extremely fit. Had the lowest body fat index of any girl on our high school soccer team. I now measure 40, 26, 39 and was probably close to that back then. 40 sounds big but my brassieres are C cups not double D's. I realize now that since my breasts sit all out front that they seem to attract male attention. Guys tend to talk to my tits rather than my face. It's almost funny the way they look at me. But sexy? I'd never ever thought about me that way. Anyway, we dated for about the last half of my Junior year and the following summer. I hadn't dated much, almost never. I was active in sports. But the dates with Dick got a little hotter and a little hotter. I found myself being aroused in ways that I had never experienced before. Then he went off to college. During my senior year, and after I turned eighteen,at his Christmas break he came back home and for the first time in my life I had someone sucking on my bare breasts as I felt the shape of his cock through his pants. Wow, talk about being aroused! Then he went back to college and I started looking up sex on the internet. I knew I needed more so arranged to go on the pill. At his spring break I was safe and it happened. We were naked and he did everything to me, eating my pussy for the first time in my life. By the time we were done , a couple hours later, we had fucked in a couple different positions, he had eaten me again and I had sucked his cock for the first time. We then had as sex filled a summer as it's possible to have. We spent hours and hours together naked. A lot of sex but a lot of just getting used to each other's bodies. I wondered if I was deviant or something because I loved his cock. He let me know that he loved my body, my pussy. He loved licking and playing with my pussy. So my loving his cock was very normal and that I could do anything I wanted with it as long as I didn't draw blood or injure him. To this day, I love cocks. I think I may love oral sex and foreplay as much as actually fucking. Although I love fucking. We even used scissors to trim each others' pubic hair. He claimed he didn't like getting mine in his teeth. Then I went to college, a different one, and the distance broke us up. Almost a thousand miles made sex impossible. We both realized that I'd told him I loved his cock and I loved his using his tongue and fingers on me but I never told him I loved him. He never said he loved me. It was all sex not romance. So we both knew we needed local replacements, even though we could still get together on holidays when we were both home. I mean, here I am taking birth control pills so why aren't I making sure they're useful? I knew I didn't want to become a slut, using lots of guys. But I also knew I wanted, in fact needed, some regular sex. Since I'd had such a great experience with Dick, then maybe someone named Peter would be good. They're both other names for cock. Stupid, I know. Anyway, I knew one Peter and he turned out to be disastrous. The whole thing took maybe four minutes. he fucked me and it was over. He was done. It had never occurred to me that sex could be so bad, so frustrating. He was so uncaring that it wasn't worth trying to make him a better lover. I'd always been involved in sports. It was so much a part of my life that here at college, I wanted to find some sports activities that I could be involved in. I was good in high school but not great so I knew better than to try and go for some varsity level stuff. I signed up for a basketball league, an intramural kind of thing. The first evening that I go to it I end up on a team of other freshman girls. In fact, there are several teams of freshmen plus some upper class teams involved. (I learned later that the next year, the better players from the frosh teams get selected to play on the more competitive teams.)The seats in the gym are rolled back so that it's possible to fit two basketball courts, running sideways and parallel to each other. Apparently, the girls league plays on one court, the boys on the other. The games are shorter than regular, I guess to get enough games into the allotted time. Before our game started, I watched some of the boys. There was one, must be six feet six inches tall and looked in good shape that attracted me. He must not be that great or he would be on the varsity or JVs but he looked good to me. As my team took the floor, I saw that his did, too. Maybe it's wishful thinking but it seemed to me that he was paying attention to me, watching me, just like I was paying attention to him. Forty minutes later our games are both over. There are a lot of people around, the last teams, that played, like us, the next teams, the ones now playing, so lots of activity and pushing your way through a crowd. He was tall so I could keep my eye on him and, as it turned out, he was keeping his eye on me, so we ended up meeting in the midst of this crowd. "Hi," I say to him, "I'm Lisa." He smiles, nice smile, "I'm Dave." He takes my arm and sort of nudges me so we end up against the wall, slightly out of the way of everyone milling around, watching the games being played. "Are you a freshman, too?" I ask. "Yeah." "So you don't know that many people yet, like me?" "Yeah." "You're tall," I say, then think it's stupid but I need to keep this going. "Yeah, so are you." Shit, what do I do now? Well, go for it, I guess. "So you don't have a girl friend here?" "No." he says and then after a slight pause, "But I'd like to. I'm used to having a girl friend." "Yeah, well, I'm used to having a boy friend. I miss what we used to do together." "Yeah. Oh boy, do I miss it, too." Well, here goes. "You mean sex?" "Yeah." "Oral sex, too? I mean, do you like to eat pussy?" "Oh, yeah, I really miss it, it's getting to be too long." "Me, too. Look, I live in Crawford Hall. I have a room mate. But she acts as if she's homesick. I think maybe for her boy friend, I'm not sure. But she's gone home for the weekend so I'm alone in my dorm room. Why don't we go there?" And that settled that. His cock was actually not quite as fat but slightly longer than Dick's, and fit my mouth perfectly. He didn't last long and I was soon swallowing a real load, I can believe he'd saved it up for awhile. Then he proved how good he was at eating me, he didn't stop when I came but went on giving me as good a high as I could have. Then that long cock filled me better than ever and he seemed to last and last., pounding on me through another couple orgasms. We both agreed that it was exactly what we needed. That weekend we talked a while. I was majoring in Physical Therapy, which ranks up there with premed for difficulty. He was in chemical engineering, which is also tough, so we both had little time to date and socialize if we were going to get the grades we needed. So we both agreed there was no time for romance, the little time we could spare would be just for sex. Our two naked bodies doing everything we could think of with each other. And that's what we did for a little over three years, although I'd still get with Dick when we were both home at the same time. On our way to or from sex Dave and I might walk together and talk a little and during breaks in sex we would eat a meal together but we never truly dated. As far as most people knew, we were both hard working students, almost hermits, but we fucked and sucked every chance we got. Like Dick, this was all sex, no romance. In fact, I think Dave might be right on the edge of Autism or something like that. He's not good socially. When he does something he can stick with it forever, almost obsess on it. I mean, he could lick and finger my pussy for hours if I was willing to have multiple orgasms. He would just go on and on until I stopped him. Which was good. When we fucked, once he came the first time, he could last and last, we would change positions and he would just keep pumping away. When I sucked him, after the first time, he would last and last. I would get almost bored sucking on and on so I tried everything I could think of. I taught myself to deep throat him, actually take his whole, long cock into me, an inch or two down my throat. It's sort of a matter of relaxing my gag reflex and I can't keep him there forever but as I sucked him and moved my mouth back and forth on him I could take him completely in for a moment or so on each stroke. I know why a cock is sometimes described as a one-eyed snake from my time with Dave. Anyway, that's now past. I've graduated. I'm Lisa Lukas. My grandfather's last name is Lukasczyzk but my father legally changed his to Lukas, dropping the "check" sound. Perhaps I'm related to sturdy Slovak peasants except I wasn't raised on a diet of potatoes and cabbage so I'm a lot slimmer. I'm just starting my first job in what will be my career, I'm a physical therapist. Just in case you think that's a classy masseuse, let me tell you that I went through a very difficult college course and learned as much about the human muscular and skeletal structure as most any doctor. In fact, I intend to get a master's soon. My managers meet with doctors and patients and plan out the details of a physical therapy program that will be best. The program is then carried out, usually by others, like me, who report back as to progress and whether any changes might be needed in the program. As the "newbie" I've been getting some of the easier assignments, usually elderly men and women. Today I was called in to my managers office and given one more assignment. This fireman fell through a floor, then another floor, and had a broken leg, broken arm, back problems and some burns on his legs. He's already through about two-thirds of the program and it looks as if he should get back to the shape he was in before the accident. I'm to take over now and put him through the exercises for the last couple weeks. He needs plenty of repetitions and he also needs me to use my strength to stretch him further on some of them, gradually getting his full flexibility back. So, I go greet him at the front desk before leading him to a small curtained room or cubicle, where I'll work with him. Fuck, he's gorgeous. As desirable a male as I've ever seen. He must be six foot five, really tall. Broad shoulders, terrific firm looking body. Friendly, smiling face with grey eyes and black, curly hair. Like a movie star. I want him. I start getting wet in my pussy as soon as I see him. His name is Greg so I say hello and introduce myself and lead him to the area where we'll be working. He says hello back and follows me. Maybe I'm imagining things but I think his eyes are eating me up as I walk ahead of him. It isn't going to be easy but I need to keep this professional. So here I am today, leading the sexiest guy I'd ever seen in my life and feeling incredibly horny. I've had regular sex for years and now I've had none for two months. I sit him on the examining table and have him lay back. I get at his legs and ask him to lift the left one up. I crawl up onto the table so I can lean my upper body against his leg and help force it up and back as far as possible. Then we do the same to the right leg. Fuck, he's so gorgeous. Even though it's just his legs, I get a little wetter leaning my body against him. Then I have him sit up, facing me. I get him to straighten his left leg out. He can only lift it part way, so I put a hand on his thigh and get my other hand around his ankle and pull. I lean on his thigh as I pull on his leg to straighten it out as much as possible. But my hand is touching more than his thigh. That's got to be his cock, running down the side of his legs, inside his gym shorts. Fuck, it must be huge. It's got to be eight inches or more to be down there. I move my fingers, feeling it. I can't help myself. "Is that really all you?" I manage to sort of squeal out. "Yeah, all me." he replies, smiling at me. "Impressive," I say, still sort of squeaking. The way I'm bent over him he's looking right into my cleavage. "Is that really all you?" he asks, staring right at my breasts. I have to grin back. "Yeah, all me," I reply, just as he did. "Impressive," he says back, giving me the sexiest big grin ever. In the meantime, I'm there pretty much holding his cock. So I let go and step back some and move around to his other leg to repeat with it what I'd done with the first one. Somehow, I manage to get him through his entire routine. His erection is obvious but I work around it. I walk back to the desk in front to schedule his next session. On the way across the room he asks me, "Are you single?" "Yes. And you?" "Yes. You're very attractive." "To be honest, so are you." "I could smell you," he almost whispers to me, "and I bet you taste delicious." "After hearing that, I probably smell even stronger," I tell him, because I think I'm close to having an orgasm just being around him. "You feel very big so I hope you're the type that's willing to take his time and not force things." "Lisa, I'd never do anything to hurt you." "I'm done here in two hours. Is the address on your form where you'll be if I come by then?" "I'll be waiting and anxious," are the last words I hear before he leaves. I then have to do a little paper work about the work out with him and then I work with a lady with bursitis. When my shift ends I hurry to the apartment I share with another girl. I've only been in this town and my new job for a month and I moved in here because she had a notice on the bulletin board at work that she needed a room mate. I shower, dress, purposely use no bra or panties, my intent is to have these off as soon as possible once I get to Greg's. I pack some work clothes and cosmetics in a little bag in case I spend the night and need to go to work from his bed. I use my computer to Mapquest his address and find out how to get there. And I go there. He's in a small, four unit apartment building that somebody built in the back yard of a fairly large, older home. I ring his bell. He opens the door and gives me a huge smile and asks me to come in. As soon as I'm in and he closes the door he wraps his arms around me and we're kissing. Kissing for the first time ever. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach. As we finally break the kiss, I say to him, "We might as well save some time and get naked. I want to see that monster of yours as soon as possible." God, he's gorgeous. All muscles. All sort of pink and clean. And his cock is up. I grasp it with one hand as we press against one another and kiss again, naked. He holds my butt. I move my head and kiss his shoulder, his chest, then lower myself, kissing his stomach. "I love your body, Greg, and want to do more but right now I need to get at your monster." It really is a monster. It's as fat as Dick, at least, and as long as Dave, at least. Maybe slightly longer. I kiss the end, bend it up and lick along it, up and down, then get my mouth over the head and suck on it, lick it inside my mouth. I pull back a little and let it pop out then use my lips to grab it again. I suck and lick and take about three inches or so into my mouth and then back out again, letting it pop free again. I bend it up and lick it again and then get my lips back around the head. I slide my lips down it, holding tight with my lips and using my tongue on it. I can hear my saliva sort of slurping a little. I take more and more of it in, relax my throat and slowly swallow it a little until my lips are against his pubic hair, then back out a little and then in again. I slide my mouth all the way back, letting it pop out again, holding it with my hand. I look up at him, "I love your cock, Greg," I say and then grab the head again with my lips. It's really a gorgeous cock. Big and strong and clean looking. Cocks get sort of dirty looking when they shrink and the skin sort of withers but this one is up and red and gorgeous. Sex personified. I let it pop out again and move down a little to suck one ball and then the other and then back up and start swallowing that delicious cock. I really love the feel and taste of cock. I work back and forth on it over and over until I finally feel him stiffening even more and I get spurts, strong spurts, that I swallow. I've read about girls getting huge mouthfuls of sperm but in my experience I get amounts that are easy to handle and taste very sexy. When there are no more, I slide my mouth back, milking any last drops out, then lick around the head and sit back. Really great, almost making up for a couple of months without a cock. I'm still holding it with one hand and grinning when he reaches down and lifts me back up. His hands are under my arm pits and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, lifts me fairly high, kisses my stomach and lowers me a little to get his lips around one of my nipples. Licking and sucking my nipple, he takes a couple steps and starts lowering me, letting go of my nipple. He sits me on the couch and pushes my legs apart so he can kneel on the floor facing me. "You have gorgeous breasts, Lisa," he says, looking at me rather earnestly, "I freed your nipple because I didn't want to bite it accidentally as I sat you down." And then he leans forward and gets his mouth around the same nipple while he holds the breast with one hand and fondles the other breast with his other hand. He moves back and forth between my breasts, kissing and licking and sucking. It feels terrific, I can sense my arousal down inside. I'm sure my pussy is getting wet. Then he sits back a little and reaches down and pulls my hips forward. "I should spend more time on the rest of your perfect body," he says," but I have to taste you." My hips are forward enough that my pussy is actually out in open space. I'm leaning back against the back of the couch but can look down and see what he's doing. He licks up and down several times, using his hands to pull my pussy lips apart. My legs are spread, giving him all the room he needs. "God, you're delicious," he says as he pulls his head back momentarily and grins up at me. Then he's back in again. He pushes one finger into me and starts flicking his tongue on my clit. He slides his finger in and out and must feel I'm ready because he pulls out and shoves two fingers into me as he keeps on licking my clit. He grabs my clit with his lips and sucks on it. Both fingers are sliding in and out of me. I know I've got to be very lubricated because my mind is getting ready to explode. I've been moaning and sort of mouthing "yes" over and over but now I start almost screaming as I cum, It's a really great orgasm, better than most I've experienced. He just keeps on finger fucking me and licking and sucking on my clit. He seems to try and suck my whole pussy into his mouth. My legs are flapping around, my body is jerking and jumping as much as I can in the position I'm in. I've had my hands on his head through this, holding him to me but now I start pulling on his hair a little to get him to stop, it's all so great it almost hurts. He pulls his head back and looks up at me grinning, then still on his knees, straightens up enough to get his cock aimed at me and starts pushing it in. He's big, I can feel myself being stretched. With all the feelings of orgasm still there and his cock stretching me and pushing further and further in, I'm going almost nuts, it's like an overload or something but I just grunt, keep my legs spread wide to give him room and he keeps pushing further and further into me. Lisa's Sexual Journey "You're really tight," he says. "You're really big," I tell him. He's filling me like I've never been filled. "But I love it. Keep pushing in." I can hear myself sort of grunting and my eyes are looking down where I can see his cock going into me. He's still got a lot of cock left as he pushes more and more into me. I'm almost scared at his size and yet I'm fascinated and wildly aroused and just watch and grunt as he pushes and pushes. He's way inside me. And finally his body is up against my body and he's all the way in. I wrap my legs back around his butt as much as I can. "You fill me where I've never been filled before. It's almost like my first time, back in high school, which I've always thought was the greatest moment in my life. This feels as if it's going to be at least that great." We look at each other. We're both in heat, sort of staring, with our mouths hanging open, feeling wild, strong sex. He pulls his hips back and then shoves back in and starts really fucking me. It's absolutely wonderful. As he moves in me, he grabs my butt and lifts me some as he starts getting his legs under him to stand. I end up resting on my shoulders, my legs, which are still around him, and my butt are up even higher than my head. He's pounding into me, his cock pushing almost straight down into my pussy, over and over, faster and harder. It's even more wonderful. I can't remember ever feeling so wild and turned on. I can hear my voice saying "fuck me, fuck me" and grunting in sync with his thrusts into me. I can see the look in is eyes. Mine probably look the same. Wild, feral, animal sex, just pounding into me. I'm sure he'll just keep working as hard at it as he can until he cums. I can feel my orgasm rising. I'm gripping the couch with my fingers. I can hear myself almost screaming. My insides are going nuts, my brain exploding. He has to feel me gripping him inside me and he just keeps on banging into me. I've had something like this happen before, where I cum before the guy and he continues to fuck me. But never quite like this. It has to be the biggest orgasm of my life and it seems like it'll never end. And then I can feel him stop and push hard into me and his cock is jerking and spewing his cum into me. We both almost collapse. I move sideways to lay on the couch and he lays down next to me. We roll around a little until I'm pretty much laying on top of him, at least partly on him. I'm sweaty, he's sweaty. We're sticking to each other. We just breath hard for a short while. "Wow," he finally says, "that was something else. That was the best fuck I've ever had. You're something special, Lisa." "It was the best for me, too. And that's just the start. We aren't done, are we?" "Oh God, I hope not. I'm ready to fuck you another couple thousand times. Why don't you marry me, we can do this all day every day." I had to laugh but I was too worn out at the moment. "If sex was the only thing, I'd agree. But we need to spend a lot more time with each other, see if the sex stays that good and see if there's anything besides sex. For right now, I'd like to just lay here a moment and then maybe we can take a shower and get ready for another round or two. Or more." At that, he laughed. His shower is over a tub with a curtain around it. So there's not a lot of room. Which is o.k. since washing is secondary to feeling each other up and getting aroused again. I started on him with a bar of soap and my bare hands. I washed his chest, telling him "You're all muscles, so big and so very, very male." I washed down onto his stomach and had him turn around so I could do his back. I washed down over his butt and his legs, kneeling down. I had him turn around and washed up his legs to his cock and balls, which I washed very thoroughly and fooled around with. "Your cock and I are going to be good friends, I think," I told him. "It's even sexy when it's soft." It was soft but I got my mouth around the lead and licked and sucked and got more of it into my mouth. I've done that before, to get it hard again. This time, I stood up, still holding his cock and balls with one hand, and leaned against him, turning my head up for a kiss, and handed him the soap as we moved around so that I was now under the shower spray. Greg did as I had and started washing me with his bare hands. First came my breasts. "You have the sexiest female body possible," he tells me as he fondles and plays with my breasts. He has me turn as I had him and did my back then my butt. "The first time I saw you at Physical Therapy, I watched your ass as you walked ahead of me. You have a very sexy ass," he says as he rubs and feels it, supposedly washing. Then down my legs and then he has me turn and works up my legs to my pussy. He slides a finger into me and leans forward to get his tongue to me. I lift one leg and put it on his shoulder, holding his head with my hand to balance myself. He starts to really lick me, flicking on my clit. "You can do more of that any time you want," I tell him but start to move my leg down off him. "Let's get to your bedroom." We quickly dry ourselves and move to his bed. I get him down and crawl on top of him, grabbing his cock and getting my mouth around its head. He's almost fully up and ready. He grabs my butt and lifts his head to get his mouth to my pussy. I bob up and down on him, savoring that gorgeous, delicious big monster cock, even managing to take him into my throat over and over. He licks me and I can hear the slurping from his tongue and lips on me. I need him too much. I almost jump free, climb over him to face the other way and get myself above that lovely, now fully erect cock and start taking it up into me. I can feel it pushing apart the walls of my vagina. It's so big that I have to take it in slowly. I'm afraid if I just dropped down, shoving it all the way in at once that I'd hurt myself inside. So I enjoy the feeling as it moves further and further into me. Finally it's all the way in, filling me so much that it seems impossible. I start moving my hips, using my legs to lift me and lower me. This is sex at its best. "This is like my wildest dream come true," Greg says. "I'm looking at the sexiest body in the world fucking me. I can even watch my cock disappear up into you. Every time you move, your breasts move, your stomach moves. It's all the most beautiful thing in the world and to top it all I can feel you fucking me, my cock can feel every move you make." "No girl's ever fucked you before?" "No. No one has ever sat on me like you are. It's the greatest thing ever." I just keep fucking him, slowly, feeling every move way up inside me. I lean forward some, letting my breasts hang out. He pushes himself up some to get his mouth to one breast and suck on the nipple. I keep moving my hips, sliding back and forth on his huge cock. He holds himself up with one hand and holds my other breast with his other hand. He's really sucking like mad on my breast, it feels so sensual, so perfect. I just keep fucking him, moving that cock around inside me. I get more and more aroused. I sit back up straight and start lifting and dropping my whole body as fast as I can. I'm fucking him the way he fucked me, hard and fast. It gets me more and more aroused and I can feel the orgasm rising, my insides getting all turned on. I cum. I can feel it, It actually hurts, I bounce as hard and fast as I can until I almost can't stand it and I stop and just sit on him a moment and then lean down and lay my stomach and breasts on him and get my face to his and kiss him. He's still hard, still filling me but I've reached a sublime moment and it all feels perfect. He puts his arms around me and we kiss and lick inside each others' mouths. Holding me, he uses his legs to push and roll us over. His monster never leaves my insides and now I'm on my back and he's over me and he starts pulling out and pushing in. "Have you ever done it doggy?" I ask. "Yeah, is that what you want?" He pulls his cock out of me and sits back as I get my legs out from around him and roll over and get up on my knees, my ass aimed at him. I can feel the head of his cock back at my opening, starting in, spreading my insides again. He pushes all the way in at once. I was afraid it would hurt me but it feels great. He holds on to my hips and starts fucking me hard and fast again. It feels so good but I'll have to ask him if he ever fucks slow and sensual, does he always just attack? At the speed I was using earlier and he's using now, he shouldn't last long. I still feel great from my orgasm but I'm not moving to another one yet when he starts spewing his sperm into me. He just holds himself fully in me and pumps it out. Then he pulls back and I can feel the emptiness inside me as his cock leaves. I collapse and lay flat on the bed. He moves to lay next to me. I roll a little to face him, get up against him, get my one leg up over his leg, my one arm around onto his back. "Really, Greg, you've never had a girl sit on you before?" "No." "Well, from everything that's happened, neither of us were virgins when we met. I sort of assumed that you've been with a lot of girls, had a lot of sex. You sure learned how to eat pussy somewhere along the line, you were very good at that." "Yeah, well, I dated a girl in high school. She thought my cock was too big so she'd never let me fuck her. She got me to eat her and she'd give me hand jobs. A little licking the head but mostly just hand jobs, and we did that a lot. I thought maybe I was a freak or something, was too big. But she must have told a friend about me because this other girl came onto me and seemed to love my cock and we fucked a lot. But we were never naked and there wasn't much foreplay or anything, we just fucked." "Since then, I've had a couple other girls get turned off when they saw my size and a couple more get turned on by it. But the truth is, there hasn't been a lot of dating or getting to know one another, it's just been fucking. This evening with you has been the best sex of my life." "Well, my experience has been different than yours, I think. You're only the third guy I've been with. Well, there was one more but I don't count that, it was so quick and frustrating. But both guys I've been with have lasted a long time and we had lots and lots of sex. Almost always naked, almost always a lot more than just a single fuck. I'm used to getting completely satisfied, a half dozen orgasms maybe. I've also learned to love a good erect cock. Yours is certainly the biggest I've ever seen. I've really enjoyed it, love everything about it." "I've had a girl suck me before," he says, "but she never managed to get my whole cock into her mouth. What you did sucking me was amazing." "Well, the second guy I've been with was definitely longer than the first guy. Almost as long as you are, although his cock wasn't nearly as fat as yours. We probably had sex a thousand times. Maybe I sucked him that often. After a while, I just tried different things. Make it more interesting. Not that sucking a cock isn't interesting all on its own. Anyway, I would gag trying to take more of him and I worked on it until I mastered it. I can't keep a cock into my throat real long, I don't think I could breath. Certainly not with your monster there. But I can get it down my throat a ways for a short while, over and over, and it's all sort of sexy." "Yeah, it's the sexiest thing possible," he says to me. I reach down to get my fingers around his cock. He's soft. I kiss him and we swap tongues a little. "You're not going to be ready again for a while," I tell him, "and I came here from work and it's past dinner time. Can we get something to eat?" "Sure. Where would you like to go?" "Well, we could get dressed and go out. But if you have anything here, we could just stay naked and then continue on with the sex as we feel like it." "I have some frozen dinners and some beer and wine," he says. We're laying there facing one another, our arms around each other, one of his hands feeling the shape and firmness of my ass. "But right now, what I feel like eating is you." "I'd love for you to do that," I tell him, smiling, "but you're going to get a taste of your own since I have some of your cum in me." He kisses me and starts kissing the side of my face, then my neck, then my shoulders as he lets go, pulls away slightly and rolls me onto my back. Then he's at my breasts, kissing them, between them, below them, using his hands to lightly caress them. He sucks on a nipple and then the other one. If I wasn't already, I'm aroused now, even though it's probably been less than five minutes since we were fucking. After his kissing down over my stomach, I spread my legs wide and bring them back to give him room and his face is at my pussy. Dave used to eat me for so long that I'd finally ask him to fuck me and now Greg does the same. He obviously relishes my pussy. He licks and sucks and fingers me. I have an orgasm and cum on his face. Not the biggest orgasm of my life and I've probably used up much of my juices but it's still a very hot moment. He licks and sucks even harder, slides his fingers in and out of me faster, pressing into me as far as he can. I either cum again or else have an orgasm in waves that recurs, but whatever, it's getting to almost hurt. I pull at is hair. "Greg, I love this but it's almost too much. My clit is actually sore. Can you stop and instead fuck me or let me suck you or something else?" "I'll never get enough of you, Lisa," he says grinning up at me, his face glistening with my cum. He pulls his fingers out of me , turns his head and starts kissing my thigh. My legs are still spread and when he reaches my knee he turns back and kisses the other thigh, all the way down to my foot. He moves his head over to my other leg and kisses my calf and ankle and then my foot. He holds both ankles and sort of pulls and says, "Roll over." So I do. He kisses up my one leg, then the other, moving back and forth between them. Then to my butt. "I love your ass, Lisa, it's perfect." He uses both hands to grab my cheeks and sort of massage them as he kisses all over, then starts kissing up my back. Once he's at my shoulders, he holds them and sort of pulls and again says, "Roll over." He kisses my shoulders then down onto my breasts. He treats them about the way he did my butt cheeks, sort of massaging and feeling them as he kisses. He sucks on one nipple and then the other, then kisses down my stomach. He's back between my legs, kisses my pussy, licks up and down. "I can't get enough of you, Lisa, I love your body, I want you so much." Then he's almost on top of me, kissing my lips. I wrap my arms around him and hold him and we kiss and kiss. He rolls to the side as we kiss, taking me with him so that we're laying their naked, facing one another, up against each other. "Why didn't you just fuck me some more if you want me?" "I would have if I could. I wasn't hard. Still aren't. You've just about fucked me dry. But I still wanted you so I just kissed and tasted your delicious body every place I could. But, I'll be up again soon, we can still do more if you want to after we eat." I kiss him. "Well, I'll want to. I think I'll always want to. But it's fine that we go ahead and eat." We got up an headed the few feet to the kitchen. As we walked, he put his hand on my butt so I put my arm around his waist and he slid his up to be around my waist, too. In his freezer he had a half dozen frozen dinners. I chose turkey, he picked lasagna. I noticed he had bread and butter and jam in the fridge and a coffee maker on the counter so I figured we could have toast and coffee in the morning. The dinners went into the microwave. "Do you want beer or wine?" he asks. "No, I think I'll just have water. I'm willing to drink alcohol but right now I just want to refuel a little to get enough energy to last another couple hours and I think alcohol might get in the way instead of helping." As I'm talking he stands next to me and runs his hand down my back onto my butt. "I can't get used to having a gorgeous naked woman around," he says. "I love it but I'll probably never get so used to it that it doesn't turn me on some." "Well, I hope it does. I'm looking forward to a little more sex before a good night's sleep, a satisfied sleep." I turn to him and kiss him, pressing my breasts against his chest. He puts his arms around me and we kiss and trade tongues until the microwave buzzes. He's starting to react, I can feel his cock against me, growing a little. We both eat our dinners. Not gourmet but it's fuel and should do it's job. He takes the empty plastic trays, gets up and walks to his garbage container under the sink. He tosses them in and comes back toward me. I' still sitting but turn a little to face him and as he gets close, I reach out and wrap my fingers around his cock. It's not fully hard but it's on its way. "I love your cock," I tell him and slip off the chair to kneel on the floor and get my mouth to his delicious big cock. I hold it, bend it up and lick up and down it, helping it get harder. I suck one of his balls into my mouth and then switch to the other then lick the whole length of his cock again. It's just about fully up. I get my lips around the head and suck on it and lick it, then let it sort of pop out. I'm holding his cock so it doesn't go anywhere and recapture the head with my mouth again, sucking and licking. I slide my mouth down the length, taking most of it in, licking and sucking, then slide back and let it pop out again. "I'm just sort of playing," I tell him, "because your cock is just so great." I get it into my mouth again and slide down, shoving it all the way into my throat, then back out. I do that again, then draw back and just hold it and look at it. "I've called it your monster and it is a monster. It's very big. But monster is sort of a nasty word not a loving one. I need a better name for it." I take it into my mouth again, sliding half of it in and then out a couple times, enjoying the feel and taste. I slide my lips off and hold it. "When I think of monster for some reason I think of Frankenstein. So maybe I should call it Frankie, what do you think?" I get my lips around it and start sucking on it, sliding moire and more of it into my mouth. "God, Lisa, as long as you do things like this, call it anything you want. I think I'm gonna last a long time this go around so use it however you want but sometime, we need to get back on the bed so I can get in you." I slide back and forth, taking it into my throat, then slide off again and look up at him. "I want it in me, too, but let me enjoy it a little longer, huh?" I take it back into my mouth. Now I slide back and forth, masturbating him with my lips, sliding back off every once in a while. I can feel a string of saliva between my mouth and his cock when I slide off, so I use my tongue to help keep it in my mouth as I take his cock back in, too. Over and over I do this. I really, really love sucking cock, feeling cock, it's shape, it's taste. It's like it belongs to me or something, it's mine, even though I know it's really his. My one hand is down between my legs, massaging my clit. As my fingers work my clit faster and harder and I get more and more aroused, I fuck my mouth with that big cock faster and harder. I take him all the way into my throat and then slide back almost off and then take him back into my throat over and over and over as fast as I can. I finally pull my face away, saliva dripping onto my chin, jump back and half-sit on the edge of the kitchen table and half prop myself there with my legs spread, my red and ready pussy winking at that huge, lovely cock. "It's time to get Frankie home," I say, pulling Greg by his midsection to get his cock aimed into me. He shoves with his hips and the monster slides into me, further and further, filling me so deliciously. I wrap my legs around Greg and get my arms up around his neck, his cock fully in me. "Fuck me. Just fuck the shit out of me." I want it so much I can hardly stand it. Lisa's Sexual Journey He gets his hands under my butt and lifts me a little and starts towards the bedroom carrying me, impaled on Frankie. But when he gets to the doorway, he bumps into the wall. He presses me against the wall and starts pumping into me, He's so big and strong and perfect and I love every moment. I can hear myself "ugh", "ugh" as he pumps into me. "Get me on the bed so I can push back," I tell him. He sort of staggers across the living room and we end up landing on the bed with a big enough thump that I'm surprised the slats didn't break and dump us on the floor. And his cock never leaves me, keeps moving in me all the way. I get my feet off his back and onto the bed so I can get enough leverage to fuck him back as he fucks me. It's probably the best, animal, wild thing, fuck we've had up to now. It goes on and on, longer than I thought I can manage until finally I erupt. One of those larger than possible orgasms that make me wonder if I'm going to live. I'm sure my insides are pumping on his monster and I guess they are because I can feel him swell some, push hard into me and start spewing out. I must have worked on him with my mouth and fingers more than I thought in the kitchen earlier because I thought he might last all night. It's just as well, though because I'm beat. Very happy, very satisfied, but beat. "I'm worn out physically and sexually," I tell him, then sort of wrap myself around him a little and settle back to fall asleep. I wake up slowly, at first wondering where I am. I sense and then feel the body next to me and it all comes back. I reach over him to get my hand at Frankie and he's at least half hard, maybe a little more. I roll Greg onto his back and get my hands and mouth to his lovely cock and balls. Just a few licks and he's fully up. I'm really bobbing my head up and down, sucking like mad when Greg finally wakes and looks down and sees what I'm doing. He reaches for my butt and says, "Move around a little and let me get a taste of you, too." In no time we're 69ing away, each of us slurping and savoring the other. I get aroused enough that I want him in me and quickly pull loose and move around and position myself to slowly push Frankie up into me. I'm leaning forward, my breasts almost in Greg's face, as I ride back and forth on that huge cock that fills me so completely. "This is the perfect way to wake up in the morning," I say. Greg just grunts in approval. Then he almost yells, "Morning! What time is it?" I'm busy riding his cock and have no idea whether it's 2 am or 5 pm so just continue enjoying the movement of his cock inside me. "I have to be at the station at 7 am, I've completely forgotten about it, never set the alarm. Let me find out what time it is, please." So I slide off him and lay there, half fucked and frustrated. He gets up , goes to his pants or somewhere and says, "It's only 5:30, we have plenty of time." He jumps back on the bed, on top of me, insinuates himself between my legs and starts aiming Frankie at my pussy. In no time he's pounding into me. It's perfect. When we finish, he tells me, "I'll see you this afternoon for therapy. But I'm starting a three day shift. I really, really want to be with you a lot more but I'm afraid I'll be living at the station and we'll have to wait a few days to pick this up again. I'm sent each afternoon for therapy and I'm on sort of light duty until I'm all healed and well again. I sure hope it's o.k. with you. I'd love to do more of this today and tomorrow and forever but I can't do my job and also do you for a few days." The result is, he gets ready for work, we have some coffee and toast together, and he leaves. I stay long enough to shower and get cleaned up and dressed and then I head off to my job. It's interesting. I've been frustrated for a couple months, wanting to resume a regular sex life. Now I've had about the best day of sex ever, which sure solves my earlier yearnings, but now I'm going to have to be frustrated for a few more days. For the next three days I saw him for an hour and a half each afternoon, giving him his therapy. We talked a lot. He let me know he wanted to be with me more often and I let him know that I wanted to be with him. I learned that he's also an EMT, needs to take regular refresher courses to keep his rating and that he's also started taking some management courses in the hopes of moving up some levels in the fire department. I let him know that I was going to start on my master's degree and that I needed to find some organized recreational sports leagues so I could keep active and fit, perhaps join a gym. Anyway, he was going to get off work at 7 am on Saturday. Weird hours. So at 7:15 am I was parked in front of his place waiting for him to arrive. I see his car turn in and head back to the car ports so I get out of my car and walk up to the door to his apartment. In a moment, he comes around the corner. When he sees me he gives me a big grin and puts his arms around me and kisses me. Seriously kisses me, tongue and everything. I respond and we kiss for a while. "Do you need a shower or to take a nap?" I ask. "No, why?" he says as he's unlocking his door. "Because I was looking for a reason for you to get naked," I say as I follow him in. "I'd like us both naked as soon as possible." He just grins at me and starts taking his clothes off. So do I. In no time we're both naked and his arms are around me and we're kissing again. In another minute, I'm on my knees making love to that monster of his, the sexiest cock in the world. I love his cock, love to hold it, look at it, lick it, taste it, suck it, deep throat it and then start all over and then over and over again. Then he lets me know how much he loves my body, sitting me on the couch, him kneeling between my legs, giving me an orgasm that's probably even better than the one I just gave him. This is definitely the sexiest day of my life. As we're about to go to sleep late at night, Greg tells me that we fucked a dozen times. He means his penis was in me to completion a dozen times, we often changed position a couple times during the fuck. He tells me this as if he's a martyr, that he's been called to perform way beyond normal, that this is twice and probably three times as often as he's ever fucked before. To me, a dozen times over roughly sixteen hours doesn't seem that demanding. Even with time off to eat lunch and dinner, it's not even a fuck per hour. Of course, each of those fucks was proceeded by me sucking him, to get him hard if for no other reason. So, at maybe ten minutes each time that means I sucked his lovely huge cock for a couple hours total. I'm also aware that the last half dozen or more times he didn't get as fully hard as he was at the beginning. He was hard enough but a little limber. He slipped out of my mouth often and he slipped out of my vagina often. But he was hard enough to fill me. I was pretty lubricated and aroused so he didn't need to force his way through much tightness so his limber cock still performed o.k. Almost every one of those fucks was also proceeded by his fondling and sucking on my breasts and licking and fingering my pussy. I think he loves my body as much as I love his. We fucked in positions I'd never tried before. Him on top, me on top, doggy from behind. I'd never done cowgirl before, on top but facing away from him and I'll admit that his cock reaches places it normally doesn't when I'm in that position. We also did it almost from the side several ways. It's amazing how many positions you can get in and have his cock fill my vagina. Those are when he'd slip out, though, and I spent a lot of time getting him back into me. Just sitting on him worked the best as we got toward sleep time. I'm still hungry for more and I think he's just allowing me to fuck him because he wants to please me. I don't think he's actually very horny anymore so we finally go to sleep. The nest morning I wake up ahead of him. I think sex turns me on, it seems to wear him out. But he's not that worn out, big old Frankie is up and hard. Hard like the first time, stiff as a pole. I play with him and suck him and when Greg wakes up I climb on him and we fuck until I cum. Then we take a shower, feeling each other as we wash each other. He's soon on his knees, his tongue up into my pussy, my one leg up over his shoulder to give him room. He's great at this, I love the way he makes me feel. Then he's standing up, sliding that monster into me. I get my legs up around him. He leans me against the wall and we fuck and fuck until we both cum. Perfect way to start a day. We get dressed and go out to breakfast. A big ham and eggs breakfast. As we eat, I have a thought. "This is Sunday. I grew up going to church every Sunday morning. Do you go to church?" He looks surprised. "I hadn't thought of it but, no, I don't. And I don't know why. I grew up going to church with my family, too." "Me, too. I haven't been to church on my own since I started college. You know, I used to complain some time but really I liked it." "Yeah, it makes you think of things bigger than just you." "Yeah. I guess I should think about starting going again." "Me, too." We then went to a complex of fields where all sorts of teams play soccer. Greg thought we might run into a team of women my age and learn about what sort of leagues there are. We didn't see any adults, there were just lots and lots of younger people. Wrong day, I guess. We went by a gym where Greg plays basketball with other fire fighters fairly often but again, there were no women's teams playing. I thanked him for thinking of me and kissed him and we both got fairly horny and decided to head back to his place. We get naked and eat each other and then fuck and fuck until we both finally cum. We lay there fondling one another and kissing and I start licking and sucking Frankie, wanting to get him up and hard again. I really love working on Greg's cock. Playing with it, licking it, sucking on it, then playing with it some more, just enjoying everything about it. I tell him again as I have often how much I love his cock. It's so big and firm and clean looking, like a perfect representation of sex. So he maneuvers me around until he can lick and suck on my pussy and finger me and tell me how much he loves my pussy. So we put them together and he starts to just pound into me as fast and hard as he can and it's just perfect. It'd be great if we could both cum at the same time but we never do. If I cum first he can just keep fucking me. But when he cums, even if I have earlier, I'm left not there yet and wanting more. Which means I try to get him up again so we can keep going and then everything repeats. We can't just stop because I cum if he's still erect and pumping into me. We have to stop, apparently, when he cums even if I'm almost there again. We talk about this and maybe if we work on it we'll finally solve it. But in the meantime, it means we just have to keep on fucking. And we do. For all the next week we fuck whenever we have a chance. I come to his apartment, then he goes back on a long three days and we can't and then we can again. His therapy sessions end. He's received all the therapy that's scheduled for him so we can't see each other afternoons. I suggest that I should move in with him, which he thinks is the greatest thing that's ever happened. And I do. I pay one months rent ahead as a form of giving notice to my room mate that I'm moving. We both work at the same hospital/clinic so I don't want to make an enemy over a relatively small amount of money. I'm fairly sure that my moving is going to cause her to move in with her boy friend but we'll wait and see. I claim to Greg that I moved in just so I could keep giving him physical therapy but the truth is he's either completely back to what he was before the accident or over 90% there and really doesn't need any more. Besides, all of our physical activity is in the bedroom. Well, some other places at times but mostly in the bedroom. So he starts saying we should get married, which is what he suggested the first time I had sex with him. I tell him to just wait. At first, all I wanted from him was sex. Just his gorgeous cock. I still want that. But I think maybe I want all of him. We need to see how we get along together. I also tell him that marriage means a house somewhere and then babies and the whole family thing with lots of dependence on each other and is he really ready for that because I don't think I am. The result is he starts licking my pussy and sliding a couple fingers into me and that's exactly what I want anyway. . . . . . . . . . . . I've now been his room mate for three months. A lot of it is very good. I mean, we're both there, sleeping together, so we have sex when we go to bed and sex when we wake up. But we've also got busier. I'm taking a class each week in the evenings and have found some women's leagues so I'm playing basketball on weekends. He has to take classes, too and his work is still that odd schedule of long days and then off for a couple days. So, today, he's off. I have to stay a half hour or so at the hospital where I work to finish up some reports. He surprises me by showing up, he got a buddy to drive him over when their basketball game ended. So, when I finish we walk together to the employee parking lot. As we walk I say to him, "We don't have enough sex." What I mean is, we have sex often and I love it. But we don't seem to have time for the sexual marathons we once had when we ate each other and fucked for hours and hours. He just looked at me and didn't say anything but as we get to my car, which is parked in rows of other cars, he puts his arms around me and pulls me against him and kisses me. I kiss back. As we continue kissing, he slides his hand up my leg, pushing my skirt up until he gets his hand on my butt. He starts feeling and massaging my butt as we kiss. Then he really surprises me. He drops to his knees, and holding my skirt up with his head and shoulders, starts kissing my pussy through my panties. He gets hold of my panties and starts pulling them down. He has to lean back for a moment as he gets them all the way down. I step out of them with one foot. As my leg is bent, he takes it and puts it up over his shoulder and gets his face back to my pussy and starts seriously licking me. This is just like he does in the shower some times and I enjoy it a lot. He's really good at this, it's as if he really loves my pussy and is hungry for it. I look around. We're in a parking lot amidst hundreds of other cars. But there's no one around. The shift changed at least a half hour ago and it's not likely anyone is going to be coming into this part of the lot for hours. Meantime, he's slurping like mad, fingering me and licking me and sucking on my clit and I can't help but make some noises as I reach a small orgasm. I'm sure he can taste it as I emit some fluid. He straightens up, still holding my leg up and aims his lovely big cock into me and starts fucking me, pressing me against the car. I love this. He's really pumping into me, filling me, arousing me more and more. I can hear myself grunting with each stroke into me but neither of us say anything he just continues to fuck me. We go on for several minutes. It's great. Then I can feel him push into me extra hard and hold it as his cock starts jerking a little, shooting off into me. We have our arms around one another and we hold each other and kiss. As we finally break apart and I get my panties pulled back up to help hold some of his cum in me, we get in the car, me behind the wheel. I lean over and kiss him. "You can do that any time, I loved it," I tell him. "But I bet Security is going to love seeing what the cameras covering the lot will show." I back out of the space and start driving away. "What I meant before is, we never seem to have time anymore for marathon sex. We have sex, like we just did, but it's always just once and we move on. Mostly, I'm still interested in more. Like right now, I'm turned on and you're done. I realize we both work and go to class and have sports and we don't have a lot of time so maybe I'm just going to have to remember that one day when we fucked forever. But I'd love to do it some more." Greg grins at me. "Why not stop and buy something take-out. We can go back to our place and get naked. It's, what, almost six o'clock? We can have sex for another six hours maybe. Part way through we can rest long enough to eat whatever we buy now to take back with us. It might not be the whole marathon but we can get in a mini one." And that's what we do. As soon as we're in the door, we both get naked. I kneel down in the living room and get that huge, delicious cock into my mouth. I play with it, feel it, suck on it, lick it, suck on his balls, suck his cock some more, deep throat him a couple times. I do everything I love doing, finally bobbing back and forth fast and fully taking him into my throat until he cums. Then I'm on the couch, him between my legs, feeling my breasts and sucking on my nipples and then moving down to work on my pussy some more. Just as I would interrupt sucking him to tell him how much I love his cock, he stops every once in a while to tell me what a delicious pussy I have, and then when I finally cum, he moves up a little and gets his cock into me. From the living room we move to the bedroom. We hold one another and kiss and feel each other and tell each other how much we love one another. I've changed, I am telling him I love him by now. Then I suck on him to get him fully hard and climb on him. I fuck him for a few minutes and he rolls us over so he can fuck me. After we both cum, we decide to take that break and eat the Subway sandwiches we'd bought. It's not a gourmet meal but it will give us enough energy to get back at each other again. In fact, after we eat Greg has me sitting on the kitchen table as he eats me some more, his dessert he says, and then fucks me and then we head back to the bedroom. It takes a little work from me but I get him up again and we fuck and fuck, changing positions. I have one orgasm after another and he just stays hard, fucking me like mad. Then we take a shower. He repeats what he did to me in the parking lot and we end up back in bed, falling asleep with his cock still inside me. Lovely, lovely evening. . . . . . . . We get married. Both families coming to the wedding ceremony. We get the house in the suburbs. Then two children, first a girl and then a boy. Ellen is now three, Curt is one and a half. I say to Greg, "We don't have sex enough." Well, we don't. Our days are crammed full. Unless you have children you don't know how they take over your life. Fortunately, they go to bed early enough that we manage, although we're both tired, to eat each other a little and fuck most nights before sleeping. I still love that monster cock of his and he seems to still love my body. So what we have to do is every couple weeks find some one to take the kids for a day, once for a whole weekend, so we can get in what passes for a sexual marathon today. I think I'm as horny as ever, always wanting more. And Greg still complains, smiling, that I'm wearing him out, but manages to get Frankie up often enough to fuck me and fuck me and I love it all.