0 comments/ 207111 views/ 29 favorites Born with a Gift By: dre_jones My friends call me Bull. Its an odd nickname and this is the story of how an otherwise average guy comes to gain both what became a title and an unusual reputation. I was born into an average middle class family in the early 1960s. My father passed away from an early heart attack when I was 4 years old. My mother, a saintly woman, did the best she could too raise us on a bank teller's salary. For the most part my childhood was happy and without unusual events except one. When I was entering puberty my mother sat me down to give me the "bird's-and-the-bees" talk. It was vague and awkward for both of us and I was already aware of most of the activities that these birds and bees engaged in. I can't remember what she said to me except one statement she made just before this little talk ended. I didn't understand it at the time but now it all makes sense. She said, "Honey you were born with something special. Think of it as a gift from your Daddy, he had the gift too. You have been endowed with something that many will desire. It will give you power and pleasure, just be careful and don't let it rule your life." At the time I no idea what she was talking about and I was so uncomfortable that I said, "OK mom, can I go outside now and play catch?" I continued to grow up and entered high school. My physical development was about the same as the other boys. I played football and made varsity in my second year. I was about 5'11" tall and weighed 165 lbs. after one of the first early season practices I was talking with some of my team mates about "bulking-up," putting on size and muscle. We stripped out of our gear and headed for the showers. As we walked naked toward the shower one of my buddies made a comment that brought my attention to my "gift." My buddy said, "Man there sure is one area where you don't need to bulk-up. You have a pair of balls like a championship bull!" The rest of the guys looked at my genitals and chuckled. I took it good-naturedly and laughed as well. Of course being teens they never let the comment go and the result was I was stuck with the nickname, "Bull." That locker room experience also made me aware of the size of my so-called "package." I began to take furtive glances at other boys and I noticed that I was larger. By my senior year in high school my cock was five inches long flaccid and nine inches erect, with a substantial girth, and my balls were each the size of a large plum. Another "gift" I had was that I came in copious multiple spurts of thick white semen. I often awoke to find my boxers and bed completely soaked from my frequent nocturnal emissions. I was a somewhat shy kid and even though I dated in high school I never got beyond second base. It was the 70s and I lived in a small midwestern town so the girls didn't really "put-out." My sexual awakening did however come in my senior year with my neighbor, Mrs. Bower. Anita Bower lived across the street and she and her husband were friends of my family. They had always lived across the street and had known my father. Mr. Bower was your typical guy's guy, offer you a beer, played golf at the club, and drove a caddy. Mrs. Bower was anything but typical. She was in her late forties or very early fifties when we got to know each other well. She was from Belgium and had a very sexy accent. Mrs. Bower had blonde hair that she wore in a shaggy mane with the long bangs that was the style of women of that time. She was not too tall and had large breasts that were made more prominent by the pointy bra and girdle she wore. She had a nice round full ass and very curvy legs. The more I looked at Mrs. Bower the more I realized that her assets far outweighed the majority of those possessed by the girls in school I lusted after. Just thinking about Mrs. Bower gave me an instant hard-on which to my pleasure I would relieve almost every morning in the shower. The Bower's did quiet well, and had always had a yard service. But the summer of my senior year they hired me to mow the lawn and do general yard work. Mrs. Bower said this would help me earn money for college. I started as soon as the grass began its annual summer onslaught of growth. Weekly I would walk across the street, let my self into the Bower's garage, get the mower and start cutting grass. And almost every time I started mowing Mrs. Bower would come out to do some yard work herself. She was usually dressed in short shorts, a short tennis skirt, or my favorite a pair of short blue jean cutoffs and her bikini top. After I was done mowing she would always invite me up to the patio for a drink. She would always have ice tea and I would always say yes to the beer she would offer me. As the summer grew hotter, Mrs. Bower grew more tan and sexy, and my lust was almost beyond control. One hot June afternoon Anita, that's what she had me call her, and I were having our post-mow drink. As usual she was having an ice tea and I was having a beer. Anita had been sun bathing and was wearing a white two-piece swimsuit and platform cork soled sandals. She looked so sexy I could barely keep my eyes off her tanned body. Her skin shimmered with a layer of tanning oil and perspiration, her breasts overflowed the top of her suit, and when she walked into the house to get our drinks I could see the whiteness of her butt cheeks as her suit had hiked up her ass. She walked with a sexy sway and all this visual stimulation made my member quickly rise to attention. When she was in the house I shifted the goods around, as best I could, to make my arousal less obvious. As we sat on the patio and chatted it was apparently noticeable that my eyes would stray to Mrs. Bowers ample breasts. She seemed to be enjoying the attention and as we chatted she removed an ice cube from her tea. She took the ice cube and slowly started moving it along her neck. Her head back she gave a little moan of pleasure. "Oh its so hot today Mathew (my given name), your shirt is all sweaty, why don't you take it off." She said as she seductively moved the ice cube down her neck to her chest. I did as she requested and as I sat back bare-chested she took the ice cube and sucked on it, her eyes never leaving mine as she gave a little purr. Then taking the ice cube from her lips, she ran it between her breasts and gave a little giggle. Standing up she walked over to me. On her platform sandals her crotch was at my eye level. I could see a few blond hairs poking out from her suit and her labia were well outlined by the shear white fabric. At this point with no shirt on I could do nothing to hide the massive swell of my cock in my gym shorts. Anita took the ice cube and began rubbing it slowly over my chest. With a wicked grin she worked the ice cube over my chest and to a nipple. She took the cube and moved it around my nipple in a circular motion, my arousal was unbearable. She said to me. "You know Mathew I have noticed the way you look at me, and I like it. It makes me feel desired and hot. I think that if you can keep this a secret we could have some fun together. I think we could become very, very good friends." With that she dropped the ice cube leaned over and kissed me. As her wet tongue snaked its way into my mouth her hand moved down my chest and squeezed my cock and balls. It took all my concentration not to shoot my load then and there. Anita whispered her hand still on my package, "I am going to have fun with this, now let's go inside." Anita started walking into the house. As she swayed her ass seductively she look over her shoulder, released the clasp of her top and let it fall to the ground. "Are you coming?" she said. In somewhat of a hyper sexual stupor I stood up. My erection was now poking out the bottom of my shorts and I followed her into the house. When we were inside she turned. Her hands were cupping her breasts. I vividly remember my first sight of them. They where full, soft pillows of flesh, her deep tan lines made them even more beautiful. Her white un-tanned mounds were capped with large pink areola and erect thimble size nipples. She gently squeezed them together as I stood open-mouthed in lust and admiration. "You like my boobies?" she said in her sexy accent. "Ye... ye... yess, ve... very much!" I stuttered. "Then come and lick them and get my pussy all hot baby." Anita said with a sexy pout. I wasted no time and started to lick around her areola as she held them out to me like ripe fruit. Sensing my inexperience she instructed me as to how she liked it. Telling me to lick in a circular motion around the nipple and to then take as much of the breast in my mouth without biting and suck. As I "learned on the job" her breathing increased and she encouraged me to suck her swollen nipples hard. Anita reached and pushed down my shorts. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Upon liberating my hard-on Anita mumble something in astonished German and then said to me, "my, my Mathew but you have such a beautiful cock, its so big and I know you will be fucking me oh so good with it." We kissed as my hands explored Mrs. Bowers body and she stroked my cock. She then interrupted our grope and make-out session to lead me into her bedroom. She literally led me by holding onto my cock as I waddle awkwardly down the hall my shorts around my ankles. Once in the bedroom she released my tool and told me to take off all my clothes. Stepping back she seductively turned her back to me and bent over. Her full ass pointing at me she slid her bathing suit down over her ass and down to her ankles. It was a glorious sight, her blond pussy lips peeking out between her cheeks. She then stood up and stepped gracefully out of her bottoms and stood on her platforms legs straight and shoulder width apart. She shook her mane of hair and said "mmmm my boy you have a great body and your cock and balls are magnificent! Sit on the bed and let Anita give you a nice blow job baby." I did as I was told and Anita crawled on all fours toward me. As I sat on the edge of her king size bed my erect cock was pointing up at a 45 degree angle, my big balls pushed up around the base. She took my shaft and began to lick from the base up to the tip. After thoroughly covering the shaft she slowly stroked it up and down as she looked into my eyes with lust. She gave my member a tight squeeze and to her surprise a copious flow of clear pre-cum flowed from the slit. Hungrily she lapped at the pre-cum and took my cock head into her mouth. She loudly sucked and slurped on the head as she stroked my shaft with both hands. Gently squeezing my balls and rhythmically stroking my shaft she looked at me and said, "your mother told me that you had a 'gift' but I never imagined it would be this wonderful! I love your pre-cum baby it's so good." With that she continued to lick the slick fluid from my cock head. She would put the entire mushroom head of my dick into her mouth and give it a "slurpie" sounding suck. She would then pull back and admire it as she gave it several good hard pumps with both hands. After several minutes af sucking and pumping she said, "Now I want you to cum for Anita. Can you do that for me baby, can you give me a big load in my mouth and on my tits?" I knodded my head in the affirmative. My heart was racing and I could feel my big balls tightening. Anita increased the pace of her stroking and she had my entire cock head and as much of the shaft as she could handle in her mouth. She was making satisfied humming sounds and her drool and my pre-cum was running down the shaft of my cock. The sensation was too much and my orgasm let loose with incredible force. Anita gagged as my first large shot of jizz hit the back of her throat. She was a trooper as she continued to stroke my cock and keep her mouth on the head. As a second contraction shoot another wad of cum Anita squeezed my shaft hard and pushed down on the skin of my shaft. She lifted off my cock and a mouthful of cum ran down around my shaft and both her hands that were now squeezing my rod. This second shot hit her in the mouth and face and she squealed in delight. Her mouth returned to my cock head and I could feel her attach with a fierce suction as I shot for the third time. Anita was prepared and she kept her mouth clamped to my cock as the excess cum oozed out from the corners of her mouth. I collapsed back onto the bed and Anita was between my legs her large tits pressing against the base of my cock and balls. Her mouth was obviously full and she waited a second until she was sure she had my attention and then she swallowed with a big "GULP!" Her face, neck and chest were covered in my cum and she ran her fingers seductively over her body collecting the sperm. She then rubbed it into her breasts and with tremendous sexual prowess licked her fingers clean. "Oh Mathew, that was incredible. You are a cum machine baby." She said stroking my semi-erect cock. "I am a cum slut baby, and I am going to take very good care of this big dick and balls of yours." She climbed on top of me. Her breasts pressed against me and she gave me a deep kiss. I could taste my own cum on her lips and tongue and it turned me on. As we kissed I squeezed her ass cheeks and she ground her pubic mound against me. She was on fire and my head was spinning with the events of the past hour and my lust for this mature woman. "Mmmm baby that feels so good, I want your hands all over me." Anita said as she rolled over onto her back. Taking my hand she placed it on her blond mound of pubic hair. "This is where I want you to touch me, rub my pussy baby, get me ready for that big fuck stick between your legs." As she instructed me, oh yes she was an excellent teacher, I rubbed her labia. She then told me to put two fingers into her pussy. She was very wet and my fingers entered easily. As my hand was slowly fucking her she pulled her labia back to reveal her swollen clit. It was glorious and to this day I have never scene another like it. It was like a very small penis, a firm round nub waiting for attention. It poked out pink and prominent between her full labia. Anita said. "That's my clit baby, lick it for me while you finger my pussy." Being the good student I did as I was told. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure as I licked and fingered her feminine charms. I found I quiet enjoyed the taste of pussy and all this oral action was bringing my cock back to life. My boner did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Bower. She lifted my head from her pussy and holding me lovingly by the chin said, "can you do me one more favor baby and fuck me with that huge cock of yours... pretty please for your hot mama." No words needed to be exchanged. She straddled me in a squatting position over my now rock-hard erection. She grasped my shaft just below the head and rubbed it back and forth between her labia all the way to her clit. After repeating this motion several times my cock head was wet with her essence and again my pre-cum was flowing liberally. With a deep moan, Anita began to lower herself onto my cock. She let out a deep moan as my bulbous cock head stretched her vagina. Her eyes closed as she balanced herself with the help of my hands. Slowly she gyrated her hips on my fat cock. Her breath came in short frequent gasps as she began to move in an up and down motion working in more of my thick penis. Biting her bottom lip she had worked about 6" of my dick into her pussy and now she let out a moan on every down-stroke of her ass. She had opened her eyes and both her hands were on my chest with her big tits squeezed between her arms. The sight of her, sweat forming on her brow and chest, mouth open, fucking me, was beautiful. Anita was now sliding back and forth on about 8" of my cock, increasing her pace when she said in a staccato voice, "oh baby... oh baby..... I love your fucking cock.... You fuck me soooo good... don't ever stop fucking me!" She had shifted to her knees and I was licking her breasts as she let a good 10" of my shaft push into her and then she would pull off almost to the cock head and then thrust down again. Her tempo was now frantic and she said, "I'm going to cum baby, cum inside me baby....CUM!" That sent us both over the edge and I blew my load in her pussy. I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock as her abdominal muscles went into spasm. Her mouth was open and she uttered a deep "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh" as she quaked in orgasm. My balls were withdrawing into my body as waves of my own orgasm flowed through my throbbing boner. I could feel our combined juices running down my cock and thighs. The sensation was the most intense I had ever experienced. We stayed frozen in that position for what was at most 60 seconds put seemed like a good half hour. Anita finally opened her eyes and with a big smile on her face started laughing. "Damn, Mathew that was amazing!" she said. "Now you have me hooked on that big cock of yours, and you will have to come and 'mow my grass' at least once a day." With my own ear-to-ear grin I said "Mrs. Bower I would be happy to 'DO' your lawn whenever you want." She rolled off me and my cock slid out of her followed by a stream of cum. Anita took her hand and with her index finger gave her still swollen clit a circular caress. She then brought her finger to her mouth and sucked on it. We cuddled briefly and I had to get going as my mom would be expecting me for dinner. I continued to expand my sexual horizons with Anita and also a few of her friends... but that's the next story. Born with a Gift Ch. 02 All the characters in this story are fictional and consenting adults of legal age (18). __________ After our first encounter I made daily visit to Mrs. Bowers house. Anita Bower was a sexual marvel. We did it in every room; the bedroom, living room, basement (on the dryer), bathroom, and her favorite room, the kitchen. I would often arrive to find her sitting on the kitchen counter in just a T-shirt or a silky piece of lingerie and high heels, rubbing her hot exposed pussy. She would say something like: "Matthew I am all horny and wet, now be a good boy and fuck me hard with that big cock." I was more than happy to comply. She loved my big cock and my copious cum shots brought her no end of joy. One morning I was thrusting my cock into her as she lay on her back on the kitchen table. With every one of my thrusts she let out a load moan. I thought the entire neighborhood would hear us. I was incredibly turned on by her vocalizations and every time I thrust my cock her tits would flop up and down in an unbelievable scene of lust. I was approaching my climax when Anita said: "Let's trade places baby. Climb up here on the table, that's right baby, on your back so I can teach that big dick of yours a new trick, mmmmm it's all covered with my wetness." Grasping my large hard member at the base of the shaft she tightened her grip. Anita began to lick her own cum off my cock. She never stopped looking at me as she cleaned off my cock. Her grip remained firm as my raging hard-on pulsed in her grasp. She said, "Now Anita wants your pre-cum baby. You just lay back and relax while I milk this big hot dick." As I mentioned earlier I produce an abnormal amount of fluid, both cum and pre-cum. Anita kept a tight grip with one hand on the base of my cock, just above my swollen balls. With her other hand she stroked my cock upward in a milking motion. My erection was slick from her pussy juice and saliva and her hand on my cock made wonderfully obscene squishing sounds. Occasionally she would take her hand and give my big balls a good squeeze. By skillfully regulating the pressure of her grip on the base of my cock and talking to me about all the nasty things we were going to do, Mrs. Bower kept me hard for a considerable amount of time. After several minutes of her special administrations my pre-cum started flowing. At first she would lick it off the tip of my cock head as it formed in clear drops. Like a cat with a dish of cream she would purr appreciatively with every lick. But as the flow increased she clamped her mouth to the head and began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed and she made slurping noises as saliva and pre-cum escaped from the corners of her mouth. The feeling was incredible, my prolonged state of arousal was bringing me to sensory heights I had never experience. After sucking for several minutes Anita released my cock head and gave me one of her characteristic wickedly sexy smiles. I new she was up to something and I could tell she was holding something in her mouth. She parted her full lips to show me her mouth and tongue coated with my sticky, slick pre-cum. I could see it form strands as she opened and closed her mouth in demonstration. She then did something totally unexpected. Still holding onto my cock she leaned over and brought her lips to mine. The kiss started with lips closed but I slowly started to open my mouth at the taste of my own pre-cum on her mouth. The taste of my pre-cum and the idea of sharing it with this hot older woman had me in a lust-filled spell. As I opened my mouth so did Anita and as she pushed in her wonderful hot tongue it was followed by a copious amount of my pre-cum and her saliva. We exchanged a wet tongue kiss, sharing the salty viscous pre-cum, it was delicious. Our tongues entwined as we kissed passionately the sexual fluid lubricating our desire. Anita broke our long kiss and still holding my cock by the base said. "That baby is the caviar of cum. I wanted to share it with you. Matthew you are amazing your gift is unbelievable now lets get that huge dick of yours to explode!" With that she moved down to my cock and began to stroke it with both hands. She spit on the head and as she stroked she instructed me to sit up and move to the edge of the table. She was now on her knees in front of me as she stroked. Occasionally she would suck on the head as she pumped my engorged tool. I was close and she said; "Cum all over my fucking face baby.... I want a big load of your cum all over my face and in my mouth.... Do it for your cum slut...please baby... do it!" That sent me over the top and I shot my load. Taking the first shot in the mouth she pushed it out of her full lips like white lava from a pornographic volcano. It ran down her cheeks and onto her chin. The second shot hit her above the cheek, and the third on her forehead. She took my tool and rubbed it all over her face coating every inch in semen. Anita then took my cock and sucked the last bit of my seed into her mouth. She had my cum all over her face and it was dripping down on her neck and tits. She was something to behold. Licking her lips she opened her eyes and looked at me with her cum covered face and said, "Baby you are a cum machine, its just too good for me not to share you." I didn't know what that meant but after we had showered together Anita said to me, "Matthew I think you are wonderful, and I love that big dick of yours but it is selfish for me to have you all to myself." I was a little perplexed but she continued to explain. "You see you are simply too great of a treasure for one woman. What I am trying to say is that I want to share you with a friend. Would you be offended if she fucked you sometime?" That day I returned home still perplexed but excited about what Anita had asked me to do. She instructed me to be ready at 1:00 and she would drop me off at her friend Sandra's house. She also said, "Now I want you to have an open mind when Sandra instructs you. She is a Mistress and you'll make her happy if you call her that. She won't hurt you baby, so don't be frightened by her ways. I guarantee she'll open up an entire new world of sexual pleasure for you. After Mistress Sandra, you will be a fucking machine.... you're already the hottest piece of young cock I have ever had, but after a session or two with Sandra you will be amazing!" Anita dropped me off in front of a high-rise apartment and she instructed me to take the elevator to the top floor. I entered the marble and glass lobby and told the doorman I was here to visit Miss Sandra Rose. He pointed me to the elevator and instructed me to go to the penthouse. The ride to the 30th floor seemed like it took forever. Finally the doors opened on an opulent modernly furnished apartment surrounded by full-length glass windows. Most of the furniture was black leather and chrome and the marble floors were covered with plush rugs, many made of shaggy plush black wool. As I gazed around my attention was captured by the distinct sound of "tack-tack-tack." It was the stiletto heals of Sandra's black thigh-high boots moving toward me. I trembled slightly at the sight of her, she was an erotic fantasy. She had flowing red hair, pale skin and a near perfect figure, I would later learn her measurements to be 34-24-36. She was in her 40's and she wore a pair of black leather hot pants that were laced up the back. Her ensemble was completed by a black leather bustier that accentuated her waist and pushed her breasts up at the top. As she took long confident strides toward me I could see the succulent flesh of her breasts bounce in the bustier's leathery embrace. She stopped a few feet in front of me and gave me a malicious smile, and with her hands on her hips said, "So you are Matthew, my big-dicked boy. Anita has told me so much about you, I can hardly wait to start our little play session." I was frozen, amazed and dumb-struck. Sandra moved close to me the tips of her leather-clad breasts grazing my chest. She moved her face so close to mine that I thought she was going to kiss me but she veered away and letting her lips teasingly graze my neck she whispered in my ear, "Mistress Sandra is going to make your fat cock and big balls do things they have never done before, I will teach you how to please me, and you will be begging Mistress to cum all over her hot fucking body." With that she turned, and grasped my hand. Striding she lead me through the apartment. She walked seductively, one foot in front of the other as if walking on a painted line. I stared at her narrow waist and lovely full round ass as it moved incredibly in her tight leather pants. The light that flooded her apartment reflected seductively off the glossy curves of her leather attire. My cock was stirring as she took me through a double door that lead into a room with a round bed in the middle. Sandra pushed me onto the bed and then in a commanding tone told me to take off my clothes. She stood watching me her legs spread in a wide v- shaped stance and she squeezed her breasts through the bustier as she spoke. "Now cock-boy stand up for your mistress," she purred. "Take your big fat fuck stick and stroke it for me, right in front of me as I watch you do it. Mistress knows that young men like you can't help but jack their cocks all the time. Matthew I know you are always playing with that big dick and full balls," she hissed. "Mistress Sandra knows you think about fucking, and pussy, cum, and licking and sucking every minute of every day. Isn't that right Matthew?" "Y-y-y-yes." I stammered "YES WHAT!" said Sandra in a loud firm tone. "Yes Mistress!" I replied. "Much better my pet." She said as she told me to lay down on the bed. My hard cock flopped onto my stomach. Sandra slid onto the bed along side me. Her fingers were slender and delicate, she had long nails done with deep red polish. She ran her hands over my chest and down to my stomach. She rubbed my thighs always just avoiding my cock and balls. Her administrations were so skillful, the teasing so merciless that I was rock-hard. My cock twitched and pre-cum was starting to ooze out of the slit in my cock head. Sandra spread my legs and straddled one of my thighs. With her hands holding her weight on my chest she began to grind her crotch against my thigh in a slow circular motion. She looked me straight in the eye, her wicked grin unchanged. "You see my horse-cock fuck toy, you must always attend to the needs of your mistress. Now your mistress needs to rub her pussy against you. Your Mistress needs a hot wet pussy so she can rub it all over your face, so you can lick Mistress until she feels so fucking wet and hot that she will let you put that big cock into her." After several more minutes of her grinding, the pre-cum was starting to puddle on my stomach but I dared not to move. Sandra then dismounted from my leg and as she did she noticed the pre-cum greasing my stomach. She took her right hand and with two fingers collected it and rubbed it on my lips, she said, "Open up... suck your jizz off my fingers...mmmm that gets mistress wet." She pumped her fingers in and out of my mouth, like she was fucking my mouth with her fingers. She scooped more pre-cum off my stomach, still not making contact with my cock, and continued fucking my mouth. I was very turned on and the taste and the smell of my own pre-cum was making me very horny. "I know you like that Matthew.. you horny little cum licker. If you're good you can have more." She taunted as she turned her back and thrust out her ass. She began to unlace her leather hot pants as she watched me over her shoulder. Painfully slow, she peeled the leather pants down over her beautiful white globes of ass. When she had her hot pants at mid thigh she licked a finger and seductively ran it between her ass cheeks, causing the swollen labia of her shaved pussy to peek from between her thighs. She stepped out of her pants, leaving her boots on, and stood in front of me. I had an unobstructed view of her pussy as she towered above me. It was completely hairless and lovely, with prominent labia and a raised pubic mound. She licked two fingers and ran them between her labia exposing the shiny pink nub of her clitoris. Using two fingers she rubbed her clit in a circular motion. She then pushed them into her shaved vagina, giving a little "oh" as she moved them slowly in and out. Mistress Sandra then took her fingers, covered in her nectar and rubbed them under my nose. She told me to inhale her aroma deeply. I did as I was told. Her essence was delicate and musky my senses were electrified, I wanted more. Mistress Sandra sat on the bed beside me and raised her arm. She lowered herself onto my face so her armpit covered my nose and mouth. She said, "Matthew inhale my scent, like an animal I am in heat, smell my scent, you can't resist it, you are an animal and you have to fuck me because I am your bitch in heat, your mistress." As odd as it may seem the scent of her underarm was not unpleasant or rank. It too was musky with a slight overtone of perfume. I inhaled her scent again and again and it did have a powerful affect on me. I felt as if something in my gut was boiling, uncontrollable in its intensity, a lust like I had never experienced. Mistress was indeed teaching me to connect with my animal-self, a primitive sexual desire, like a drug I needed sex, sex with my mistress. As I inhaled she took my cock in her hand, there was a good 3" between her thumb and middle finger as she squeezed my dick. She sat up to give my cock her full attention. She slowly pulled the foreskin back to reveal my well-lubricated cock head. As my cock head appeared from its sheath of velvety skin, she rubbed the slit with the fingers of her left hand. She looked at me and smiled approvingly. Returning her attention to my cock she began to pump it always maintaining a tight grip. I was fully erect at some 9" and with her free hand she took my balls and cradling them. She gave my scrotum a squeeze and lifted my balls as if to test their weight. "Yes, now I know why Anita said the other young men call you Bull. I am going to milk these big balls for all the cum they hold. But don't worry my horny one, I will share," said Mistress Sandra. I had no idea what she meant at the time, and truthfully I didn't care. I was enraptured with lust. I was disheartened when she let my cock flop onto my flat stomach with a "FWAP." She stood and then grabbing a handful of my hair as she straddled my face. "Now my lustful young lover -- lick my pussy and make it good and wet." Sandra pushed her pubic mound into my mouth, my tongue eagerly lapped at her flower. Still holding my head in place by the hair she rotated her hips in a circular motion covering my mouth, chin and nose with her flowing juices. Soon my face was completely wet. Mistress instructed me to press my tongue flat against her clit as she worked her hips back and forth. Her breathing was quickening and she spoke in gasps. "That's it... you are getting me good and wet, just the way I like it... I am almost ready to mount that big fat fuck stick between your legs." She lifted herself off my face. My cock was bouncing off my stomach with every beat of my heart. Sandra climbed onto the bed, one boot-clad foot on either side of my hips. While she was grinding her pussy against my face her breast had escaped from the top of her leather bustier. Her nipples were long and pointy and I longed to suck them. She reached between her legs and placed my cock head against her pussy. Pulling my foreskin back she rubbed the head along her slit as she said in a breathy voice. "This big fat cock is going to feel so good inside me... stretching my wet pussy... but don't cum in me Matthew or I will be very, very angry with you!" Her hands on my chest she worked her hips up and down, an inch at a time, taking more of my cock. With my pulsing meat halfway inside her she leaned over and like a cat licked her own juices off my face. She then for the first time brought her mouth to mine and inserted her tongue. Everything she did was dominant and I found it strangely arousing. I had not actually touched her as of yet, as she instructed me to follow her directions exactly. She commanded me to grab her ass and squeeze her cheeks hard, and I did as I was told. Now she had my entire cock inside her and she was moving up and down on the full length of my shaft. She would take my fat 9" cock all the way, and then with it buried all the way to the root she would rock quickly and bounce making slapping noises as her ass made contact with my hips. A white froth was forming around my shaft as she pounded away. Her eyes were rolling back into her head as she literally screamed out with every thrust. She told me to twist her nipples and I gladly complied and then she gave a long moan as she pushed down on my dick. She was rubbing her clit furiously with her right hand as she repeated, "fuck, fuck, fuck..." It seemed as if all her muscles tightened and her head fell back, she started to cum. I didn't know what was happening but I could feel hot liquid running down my balls and on my thighs... she was squirting. I managed to contain my orgasm, partly out of shock and confusion. As she recovered she reached behind herself and massaged my wet balls. She licked her wet fingers and then rubbed them over my face and pushed them into my mouth commanding me to "SUCK!" Climbing off my rigid cock she said, "Very good Matthew now stand up." Kneeling in front of me she spit on my engorged tool and with two hands started stroking it. She would alternate between jacking my dick and sucking on it in a loud and obscene manner. All the while she was staring up at me and saying, "You've been a good boy for mistress and your reward is coming.. I love this big cock... sucking it... stroking it... (SPIT)... yes its all covered with my cum and my spit (SPIT).... Mmmmm it tastes so good (SLURP)..." She had unlaced her bustier and was now also rubbing my cock against her breasts and nipples. She said, taking a firm hold of my dick, "Cum Matthew, Mistress wants you to cum now... do it on my hot tits." I couldn't resist any longer, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. Sandra knew exactly how to handle me. She pointed my cock at her chest and pulled the skin back firmly and squeezed. I huge white rope of sperm splattered on the middle of her chest. It must have surprised her in its quantity because she gave a uncharacteristic little yelp of joy. My second shot hit her in the neck and she resumed pumping my snake furiously. Taking the head in her mouth I could feel the suction as I shot another wad down her throat. At this point she grabbed my balls and with just the right amount of pressure she squeezed. Another rope of cum hit her in the face before she could direct my cock down to her tits where I deposited my final wad. With a look of delight on her face Sandra pushed me back on the bed where I landed in a seated position. She stood on her stiletto healed boots, she was cover in cum from her face to her pussy. Seductively she rubbed it over her naked body paying extra attention to ensure that her lovely tits were well coated in jism. "Lick it off Matthew! Lick your hot cum off of Mistress' tits." Leaning over slightly she took the back of my head and forced my face between her breasts. She ordered me to clean off her tits and I did as she ordered. She fed me one breast and then the other always guiding me with her hand. The experience was erotic, perverse and very hot. I must say that after what had transpired that afternoon that I didn't find the fact that I was licking up my own cum unusual. I was in fact enjoying it. Sandra moaned, "That's good... get my tits nice and clean and suck on my hard nipples. I can see that you like your own cum. You're a big-balled cum eater. Now clean off Mistress Sandra's tummy and work your way down to my pussy like a good boy." Born with a Gift Ch. 02 I cleaned her thoroughly paying extra attention to her pussy. My mouth was sticky with my own cum when Sandra grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled my head back. She gave me a deep, long tongue kiss and when it was over she said, "Mistress has other business to attend to. I am going to take a shower. You can go now. You may use the phone to call Anita but please wait downstairs for her." She walked away, her gorgeous naked ass swaying in front of me. I heard the water go on in the bathroom, I got dressed, stuffing my growing cock into my shorts and walked into the elevator. When I arrived on the ground floor I walked straight out the door and stood on the sidewalk outside the building. I could smell Sandra's essence on my face and body. I stood in the warm afternoon summer sun and I smiled--I was 18 and life was grand.