6 comments/ 74400 views/ 3 favorites I Love Dick By: Willing2Do I Love Dick Hi! I am Stephanie. My friends call me Steph. I am 20 years old now, X'X" XXX #, 38D, 28, 36 - a bit chunky, thick thighs, hairy bush and armpits. Some may call me a BBW, whatever that means - big, butt banging bitch, broad, babe, woman, whore. Whatever. And I love Dick. Dick was my first love. I lived a sheltered life, only daughter, only child to elderly parents. They hovered over me, shielded me from the pleasures of life. I was not allowed to date until I was 18 - legal age - then only with Dick. Mom and dad thought I would be safe with Dick. He lived next door. We had grown up together, been playmates since our childhood years. Dick was four years older than me, 22 when mom and dad said I could go to my high school prom with him. Mom and dad sprung for all the goodies - a nice, new dress, corsage for me, boutionnere for Dick, limo to take us to the prom. Dick took advantage of the limo. He was on me, feeling me up, my titties, belly, legs on the way to the prom. We had a nice dinner, danced for hours, talked with friends. The whole time Dick was so good to me - his fat honey, always holding, touching me. Finally the prom was over. The limo picked us up at the door. My Dick and I got in the way back seat. My Dick opened a little door in the back of the way back seat. There was some liquor in there, some glasses. In a small fridge there was some ice. Dick made some drinks for us. I had never had liquor before. It made me feel good, relaxed. Before I knew it, my Dick had my dress down, titties outside my bra. He was kissing, licking, sucking my breasts, nursing on my nipples. My nipples were so hard, tingly, the tingles going right down my belly to my legs, in between them to my weeping kitty. Then Dick was down there kissing, licking the insides of my open legs, up higher, on my thighs as he knelt on the floor in front of me. His hands were on my big breasts now, feeling them, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Dick kissed me right on my puss. He licked up and down in my wet slot, put a finger in me, peeled back the hood covering my nubby thing. He licked, sucked it. He swiped his tongue up and down my open flower, inside the double lips I knew were there, all of us from all the times I had played with myself using my hand and fingers. My Dick had two, then three fingers up inside me, was stroking them over a very exciting place inside me while thumbing my unhooded nub. The strangest feeling swept all over me. I felt like my whole body was on fire, tingling, jerking, twitching. I thought I peed in my Dick's mouth. I was so embarrassed. My Dick was not. He slurped up whatever was running out of my core - he called it my pussy, cunt, twat. Those were new words for me. Then my Dick got up close to me. He kissed me on my mouth, put his tongue in my mouth. I gave him my tongue as I tasted the juice that had run out of my bottom place. It smelled, tasted good. My Dick sensed that I liked it so he put his wet fingers in my mouth. I sucked the slick juice off of my Dick's fingers. My Dick had his pants down. His thingy was touching my belly. His thingy was soft on me but hard, stiff and weeping, leaking like my pussy had done. Dick asked me to touch his thingy, to hold and slide my hand up and down it. That felt so good. It was both soft on the outer skin, velvety with veins on it, and at the same time hard as an iron rod. It was leaking real slimy stuff. I rubbed that stuff all up and down on his fleshy tube. Dick liked that. He moaned and said nice things to me. My Dick raised up higher and asked me to kiss his slick, wet thing. I didn't want to do that. He said it is only fair. I kissed your place, he said, so you kiss mine. So I did. It felt and tasted good. My Dick asked me to put the thick head part inside my mouth. I held the hard stalk of him in my hand. I opened my mouth and closed my lips over the knob end of his stiff, wet, tasty but still soft skin-feeling thing. It was so different than my soft pussy lips, the outside and inside ones. It tasted so different. I loved it - my Dick's dick, cock, prong, rod, shaft and other names he called it as I licked the little opening in the end of it, ran my tongue around the helmet-feeling part of it, stroked it, sucked it. My Dick squirted all this stuff in my mouth. The stuff was tasty, creamy, slick and slimy, so much it almost choked me. I had to swallow it. My Dick kept shooting it into me. He was moaning, saying all kinds of nice things to me and still feeling my big titties, fingering my bottom hole. I creamed on his hand some more. That was all good. Then the limo driver pulled over into a rest park. The limo driver got out of the far away front seat and came back to my Dick and me, where we were in the back of the limo. He told us great show you two. I got it all on tape as a remembrance of your prom night. Then he asked my Dick, are you going to fuck her, really fuck her? My Dick answered the limo driver, I would like to fuck her. So fuck her the limo driver said. Let's both of us fuck her the limo driver said. I think she wants it. I didn't really know what fuck her meant. I had heard some gals and guys in school say fuck, talk about fucking, but it was all new to me. You want her pussy cherry the limo driver asked, or do you want me to take it? My Dick answered the limo driver, I want her cherry cunt. So the limo driver asked then, you want me to take her ass cherry at the same time, or fuck her twat after you cum in her? Let me fuck her first my Dick said, then you can fuck her in her hot, wet quim, or in her ass if she will take it. This was all mystery to me until my Dick positioned himself, rubbed his knob up and down in my slot, pushed his shaft in my pussy slowly. I opened my fat thighs wider at first to take him inside me. Then I whimpered, cried out, told my Dick he was hurting me. My Dick reassured me. He kissed me on my mouth We did the tongue swapping thing. My Dick felt my titties some more, kissed, licked, sucked them, my erect nipples.The limo driver took over on my mouth, on my titties. My Dick slid further up into my again creaming, hair rimmed hole. "Ooooh," I begged my Dick, "fuck me Fuck my cunt with your cock. Are those the right words?" I asked him. "Umnh, honey," my Dick answered me. My Dick slid his thing back and forth in me, up and down, bounced my ass on the seat of the limo. He pounded my pussy hole with his long, thick cock. The limo driver put his cock in my mouth. I sucked it. My Dick pumped and pumped into me. I felt his hard cock get harder, stiffer, swell more, his knob expand inside me, then the sweetest thing - cream coating my insides, shooting up inside me. I hugged my Dick hard with my arms, hands around his back. I lifted, spread my legs wider to take his stuff deeper into me. My Dick collapsed on top of me. We hugged, kissed, his cock still deep inside my pussy. Then the limo driver said, "Get off. My turn now. Let me fuck her hot, wet cunt." My Dick rolled away from me. The limo driver mounted between my legs, pushed his much bigger cock into my sloppy wet hole. He drive his rod right up into me and fucked me hard, fast, shooting his stuff into me after only a few minutes - well maybe more - like 15 minutes. I was gushing on the limo driver's cock too, my girl cum. That was pretty much it. On my prom night, my first time to have my titties felt, kissed, licked, sucked, pussy licked, cum several times, really see a cock, two actually, suck, swallow cum, be fucked by not one but two guys, I was hooked on the good feelings, dick. So since then I love dick. My Dick was not so happy with me. We never dated again, but I went for lots of plain ol' and young dick after that night. Why not? Dick made me feel so good. I love it - dick. They - dicks - are long, short, thick, fat, skinny, bigheaded, small pointed heads, cut, uncut, hard, softer. Dicks feel so good in me, working on my "G" spot inside, my clit outside, unhooded. I love to kiss, lick, suck cock; kiss, lick, mouth balls; kiss, lick butt; rim asshole; have my back door rimmed and shafted by dick. I do love Dick, my first love. Certainly not my last since I am Stephanie, Steph, 20 years old and aging, learning more about how to please men, with my X'X" XXX #, 38D, 28, 36 - a bit chunky, thick thighs, hairy bush and armpits body. Some may call me a BBW, whatever - big, butt banging bitch, broad, babe, woman, whore, but I don''t give a damn. I still love my Dick - my first love - for introducing me to dick on our prom night. [This story will continue of other Steph adventures loving dick if feedback on this story warrants. Emails through the link below on the Literotica site.] I Love Dick "I am not a hooker!" I screamed at my roommate Julia. Julia and I had just begun our junior year of college. We had shared a dorm room since we were freshmen. Julia, a willowy black-haired beauty with incredibly long legs and small but firm breasts made rather unique by huge nipples, often slept in my bed. Or I slept in hers. Neither one of us had found a frat rat yet who could spell cunnilingus, let alone do it very well. "Sarah, you just showed me four one hundred dollar bills and said you got them for doing some dude," Julia replied snidely. "It was an accident! The guy thought I was a hooker, and one thing just led to another." "Maybe it was that 'I LOVE DICK' T-shirt you are wearing. Not only are the words sexually suggestive, but the shirt is too tight and you're not wearing a bra." It was a Steelers novelty T-shirt, black with gold lettering. Under the "I LOVE DICK" in big black letters was the word "LeBeau" in much smaller letters. Dick Lebeau is the Pittsburgh Steelers Defensive Coordinator. "Well, the damn shirt shrunk!" I snapped, not able to think of much else to say. "Just where did this hookup happen?" Julia asked, frowning disapprovingly at me. "You know that big truck stop on I-79 at the exit where we get off when we are going to the Glenview Mall? The battery on my cell phone went dead, so I stopped to use one of those outside pay phones at the truck stop." "That truck stop is notorious for being a hooker hangout. I read it in the paper a couple months ago." "Like I knew." Now Julia had a strange look on her face. "So tell me exactly what happened—every little detail—and don't leave anything out." I did. * * * The man in the silver Mercedes had pulled up to me as I stood at the phone, having just hung up. His window was down. He was quite distinguished-looking in a tweed sports jacket, blue shirt with a button-down collar, and a darker solid blue tie that had some sort of emblem on it. I guessed his age to be mid-thirties. "Miss, could you help me?" he asked. "I have a problem." "Hey, I'll try. What do you need?" He smiled. Perfect teeth. I liked his smile. He removed his sunglasses. Not that he needed them at the moment. It looked like it was about to rain. I liked his eyes, too. I thought he seemed okay, so I smiled back. "How much?" he inquired. "How much for what?" I asked, confused. "How much to use the phone?" He stared at my chest. "No young lady, how much for you to prove to me that you love dick?" "Huh?" "Your shirt." He laughed. "Oh yeah, I get a lot of comments on it." Then I laughed. "I have some other funny ones too. Actually, they are downright raunchy." "So you must be a Steelers fan. Me too. Do you like to gamble? Would you like to make a little wager?" "On the first game of the season against the Titans? Sure, I'll take the Steelers, and you can have the points. The Steelers are gonna kick some butt in that one!" We chatted about the Steelers for several minutes. He seemed very friendly and nice. I didn't really suspect anything unusual, and he didn't make me feel wary at all. "My name is James," he offered. "What's yours?" "Sarah." Suddenly he stretched his arm out the window. The Rolex looked very expensive. In his hand was a crisp new one hundred dollar bill. "Please take it, Sarah, so you have some money to bet with." I'm sure I looked somewhat perplexed, but my hand did reach out and take the money. "So what's the bet you want to make, James?" Just then it started to rain quite hard. "Why don't you get in, Sarah? You don't want to get soaked. I'd like to talk to you some more." I did get in. I'm not sure exactly why, but I did. He pulled his car over to where some tractors and semi-trailers were parked. Nobody was in any of the trucks that I could see. "So what's the bet?" I asked again. "Hey, I just picked up some wine coolers at the state store." He reached over into the backseat and fetched the four-pack. "Tea Breeze, and cold. Do you want one?" "Oh, I really like those! But I'm not legal—only twenty. If that doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me." James chuckled. "It would bother me a lot more if you were under eighteen." He handed me one of the coolers and took one for himself. We drank them and talked some more about the Steelers. Both of us were very excited about the upcoming season and the possibility of returning to Super Bowl glory. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out his Game Boy Advance. "Oh, so this is what you want to play and bet on?" I inquired. "Maybe. I have Madden, but you need more cash to bet with, 'eh? The more money you have, the more money you can win." "Makes sense to me," I purred. All this talk of green was starting to go my head, especially since I had exactly $23.42 in my bank account and only some change in my purse. James pulled out the wallet in his jacket pocket and extracted another one hundred dollar bill. He handed it to me, but when I went to take it, he didn't let go. "I can't help but notice you are not wearing a bra, Sarah, and it is obvious you are quite well-endowed. Ever do wet T-shirt contests?" "Oh sure, but not in this black T-shirt. White is preferable because you can see through it better. Hey, if I'm going to enter the contest, I want to win, ya know?" "Yes, and I be you've won your share. How about spring break? Did you ever flash?" I took another wine cooler, and felt a strange desire to be a little bolder with this guy. After taking a couple of sips, I said matter-of-factly, "Let's see, half the guys on spring break at Panama City two years ago probably have a pic of my boobs. And last year on spring break in Mazatlan . . ." "You can have this hundred dollar bill if you take off your shirt." I'm sure I looked a bit apprehensive at first, but I started to do it. When I had lifted my shirt from the bottom with one hand until he could see almost to my nipples and then stopped, he let go of the C-note. I put it in the front pocket of my denim cut-offs with the other one. Then I took the shirt all the way off. "Wow!" he blurted. "You are totally gorgeous. I love redheads, anyway." He stared at my chest. "And those incredible big brown eyes . . ." "My eyes are blue, James. We better get to playing the game and the bet soon. Classes start for me tomorrow at State, and I have a million things to do. Yeah, and I have an eight o'clock class tomorrow—that sucks!" For a moment he looked a little taken back. "Yes, let's get down to it. I'm ready." He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket again and took out two more hundred dollar bills and placed them on the dashboard. "You have two hundred, and there is mine." "Okay, and what's the bet, James?" "I'll bet you two hundred dollars you can't get all of my penis in your pretty painted mouth." "Say what?" "Sarah, so how about it?" His eyes begged. I still wasn't frightened in the least. I contemplated the matter momentarily, recalling the "biggest" guy I ever sucked off, a basketball player I had dated briefly last semester. The dude really enjoyed making me gag. I reached over and put my hand in James' lap. He felt hard but not that big. I unzipped him and struggled a bit to get his cock out of his pants. By the time I did get it out, he was rock-hard but still not all that big, about your average six inches or so I estimated. Maybe a little bigger, but definitely not something I didn't think I could deep-throat. After all, I had practiced on some huge pickles before I ever sucked a real cock. "You must need a blowjob really bad to pay $400 for one, I guess," I cooed, and I couldn't help but giggle. "I need a blowjob real bad from the hottest redhead I have ever seen," he responded rather seriously. "Oh, what the hell," I muttered with a shrug, and put my two C-notes on the dashboard next to his. "Let's get out of the car," he suggested. "Nobody is around. I'd rather be standing with you on your knees." "Whatever, dude, it's your blowjob." We got out of the Mercedes. He leaned against it, and I got down in front of him. I placed my large purse under my knees so they wouldn't get scraped on the pavement. James dropped his pants to his ankles. "Okay baby, suck it! Suck it good!" "Does your penis have a name? Most dudes have a name for their dick. Why, I don't know. My pussy doesn't have a name." "As a matter of fact, it does have a name. I call it Charlie the Tuna Tamer." "That's a cute name. Well, let's take Charlie for a trip down my throat, shall we?" "Oh yeah! Do you mind if I talk to you like a whore?" "If it helps you get off quicker, go for it. Fellatio is the one act where I don't mind premature ejaculation." "Suck it bitch! Tickle your tonsils and breathe through your ears, you spunk guzzling gutter slut!" I began to play with his cock with my hands and traced my lips with the head. "Ready or not, hear you cum," I purred. "Gobble it, you chatty cunt!" he blurted. "You talk too much for a stupid fucking whore. Just play the skin flute. Make Charlie spit, bitch! Go get your pearl necklace." I covered my teeth with my lips, put him in my mouth, and slid my moistened tongue over the head until my lips closed around the shaft just behind the corona. I began to slide him in and out of my mouth, mixing it up by licking the sensitive underside of his shaft and family jewels, and then I softly blew on the moistened areas. I gripped the base of his cock with my left hand and slid it in tandem with my mouth while I fondled his balls with my right hand. His heavy breathing, moans of pleasure, and dirty words told me I was on the right track. "Oh yeah, you fucking cocksucker . . . ohhhh yeah . . . ahhhh you slutty fucking cunt . . . oh yeah . . . ohhhhh yeah . . ." After only a few minutes, I could tell his climax was close. I began to deep-throat him. All the way in and all the way out—over and over as fast as I could. James began to thrust his hips upwards to meet my eager mouth. Deeper and deeper down my throat. When he was on the edge of orgasm, I practically stopped doing anything except hold him tight by his ass cheeks and let him fuck my mouth. "Ohhhh you dirty fucking cocksucking whore . . . ahhhhh . . . oh yeah . . . ahhhhh . . ." And then James exploded spasmodically. I swallowed most of it. Only once did I come up off him briefly as he ejaculated. I let him watch his cum shoot in my mouth, as I held the head of his cock on my tongue. Then I put him back in my mouth and sucked out every last drop and held him there until the swelling subsided. When I finally pulled him out, I wiped off the little bit of cum that was dribbling from my chin with a Kleenex from my purse, stood up and said, "Wow James, you really did need a blowjob bad!" "I told you I did. Thank you, Sarah. That was incredible! Best blowjob I ever had." "Thank you, James. It's been a pleasure meeting you." I reached into the Mercedes and took the four bills from the dashboard. "A real pleasure." "The pleasure has been all mine, Sarah." I got out, went to my own car, and drove away. * * * After I finished telling Julia the story, she remained silent for several minutes, seemingly mulling over the episode. "Damn girlfriend, you got $400 just for sucking some guy's dick? We'd be rich if the frat rats paid for it like that. The most we get is a few big plastic glasses of warm foamy beer." "Exactly my thoughts." "You poor girl, you got him off, but he didn't do anything for you. Would you like me to fix that?" Julia didn't wait for an answer. She pulled my T-shirt over my head, and then she unbuttoned and unzipped my denim cut-offs and pulled them and my panties off. Her ravishing tongue went quickly to work and didn't stop until my entire body shook in the throes of multi-orgasmic ecstasy. * * * The next morning Julia and I went to our eight o'clock class, Myths and Rituals of Creation and Procreation, taught by James Manchester, PhD. He was new to the university. We got settled at our desks as did the other students. The professor then walked in. I sat through his lecture in a state of semi-shock. When he finished and the students began to file out, I lingered so I could be the last, and I spoke to Dr. Manchester briefly. "What's up with you, Sarah?" Julia questioned when I met her in the hall. "You look freaked-out or something." "I won't be going to that class with you any more, Julia. I'll be getting an 'A' despite my poor attendance." "Huh?" "Our professor, Dr. Manchester, is the guy from the truck stop last night. I'm meeting him again tonight. He wants me to wear my 'I LOVE DICK' shirt again. Oh, and he is going to wear his T-shirt that says 'VAGINATARIAN' on it and show me how he won it." Julia looked at me, now quite amused, and asked, "Does he have a friend?" * * * Author's Note: If you add me as one of your favorite authors, you can easily tell when I have new stories.