Wanting More

Heather

You are so adorable when you ask if I need help. "Thanks HJ, but a girl needs to do what a girl needs to do, and right now, I need a little alone time, just to get my head together." Impulsively, I lean up in your arms and kiss you on the cheek. "I want you to stay close though, in case I can't do something on my own."

You set me down on the edge of the bathtub, and I hand you your beer back. I smile at you as you back away. When you are gone, I take a huge deep breath, and let it out ever so slowly. I flex my ankle a little, and it seems to be getting better much quicker, I probably only twisted it, rather than sprain it. I stand up, carefully, and am able to put some weight on it.

I limp over to a full sized mirror, and look at my dirty self. My hair is still braided into pig tails, and I think it looks really cute with a little dirt on my face. I lean over, and untie my sneakers, getting another good flex of my bum ankle, and I seem to be getting over most of the pain of it. Next, I peel off my sports bra, and my tits bounce slightly, resting high on my chest, practically no difference from when I had the bra on. I cup them both, and gently pinch my nipples, rubbing them between my thumbs and forefingers. I shudder, and almost fall over it feels so good, but then I get a hold of myself, and let them go, my nipples standing proud.

My shorts are covered in dirt, my ass having taken a big hit when I fell. As I peel them off, I brush my hand against my clit, and realize that I am going to have to seduce HJ today, or else I might explode. Gingerly, I walk back to the bathtub, and slide in, the warm water feeling wonderful on my naked body. After I get rid of all the dirt on my body, I turn my attention to my next problem ... taking advantage of that sweet man, HJ. Thinking of his tight butt, and whatever it was swinging around under his shorts, I let one hand drift up to my breasts, tracing circles around the aereolas, and massaging the valley between them. My other hand sinks down under the water and I slip a finger into my tight pussy. I slowly pull it out and push it in, keeping my thumb rubbing against my clit while I do it. I slide another finger in, and keep up the work. I try to slip a third in, but I know it's useless. I've never been really stretched by a man, and I haven't been stretched at all, by anything in more than two months.

I keep playing with myself until I realize that I am about to cum.
 
HJ:

"You okay up there Heather? Need another beer yet?" he calls out from the foot of the stairs.
 
Heather

I hear you call for me, and your voice sends me over the edge. "Oh my god!" I scream as I cum. Waves of pleasure are pulsing through my body, as I let myself go. By the time you reach the top of the stairs I realize what I had just done. I sit up quickly, and make to cover myself up, except I hesitate, making sure that you get a chance to see my breasts before my arm squeezes them together, and covers them up.

"I'm sorry, HJ. Oh, I'm ok. My thigh just cramped up, is all ... I don't know how that happened. I'll be ok, just be a darling, and hand me that towel, will you?"
 
HJ:

He stops dead in his tracks when he gets upstairs and can see you're still in the tub, still naked as the day you were born, see your heaving and flushed breasts and stone hard nipples surrounded by crinkled areolea and, through the bath water with your legs still spread before you close them and move to cover up, that your entire pussy is shaved clean except for a small arrow at the top pointing down the center of it's slit like it was giving directions to where you wanted attention.

Semi erect at his visualizing you becomes as full erect as the constriction of the jock will allow creating a sizable lump and tent in the front of the shorts covering it.

When you say, "I'm sorry, HJ. Oh, I'm ok. My thigh just cramped up, is all ... I don't know how that happened. I'll be ok, just be a darling, and hand me that towel, will you?" he flushes bright red realizing he's been staring like he's never seen a naked woman before, and it has been a while, and stammers out before thinking, "Heather, you.. you're fucking beautiful. What a killer body."

His blush gets even redder as he stammers, "Umm, sorry that slipped out. Towel, yeah, umm, a towel yeah sure right away Heather. A robe too."

He turns and goes to a cabinet on the wall and gets out a big bath towel and trys, unsuccessfully, to adjust things so he more comfortable. Then a terry robe that's probably mid thigh on him from another cabinet and he says, "If you can manage I'll just leave 'em here on the bed for you Heather and wait downstairs until you call for help down again.
"Sorry for barging up here like that. When you hollered thought you'd tried to walk and hurt your ankle worse."
 
Heather

Well, that worked exactly as planned. There is definitly something to write home about in those shorts of yours, and there you are, being all cute and embarassed again. What I hadn't expect is your admonition "Heather, you.. you're fucking beautiful. What a killer body." You are like a kid in a candy store, and suddenly I think there must be something wrong with you. If you have some nice equipment to use, and are as sweet as you seemed to be, why did you look at me like I am the only girl you've ever seen before? That is certainly something I will have to figure out.

I hobble over to the bed, and admire how big it is. I pull the towl off the bed, and press the soft fabric against my breasts. I towl off, and slip the robe on. Curse my height, the robe hangs way too low, and trips me up as I try walking around in it. I take the towl, and wrap it around me, tucking it in just over my breasts. The other end hangs to just higher than mid thigh, and I shrug. It'll have to do. I walk gingerly back over to the bathroom to get my clothes, and then to the staircase.

"HJ, can I get a hand? The ankle is feeling better, but I think I still need some help with the stairs."
 
HJ:

"Yeaah, sure thing. Be right there," he starts up the stairs carring two more beers and hands you one taking your things from you.

Crossing and opening yet another cabinet to reveal a washer and dryer, "Why carry the laundry up and down the stairs, right? I had 'em installed up here for convience." He tosses your things inside and turns on the washer then comes back, hands you his beer bottle and scoops you up, "Robe was to big huh?" he smiles as he carries you down stairs his arm across your bare back the other behind your knees.
 
Heather

"That's an awfully big bed you have up there, HJ ... suppose a sweet guy like you needs a bed that big for all the cuties you find, huh?" I joke with you a little as we sit in the livingroom area, trying to get something of a story out of you ... something that let me figure you out. I had already finished two whole beers, and I decided that I should hold off for a little while (it's hard to keep from getting drunk when you only weigh 90 pounds). Looking across at you, on the chair opposite me, I try to see some blemish, some thing that would make you less attractive, and the more I look, the more I love looking. I can feel the towel creeping up a little, but I do little to stop it. If it gets obscene, then maybe I'll adjust, but in the mean time, just a little peek couldn't hurt, especially if you don't know I'm doing it on purpose.
 
HJ:

"That's hardly the case Heather. I like to sprawl out is all. Actually a few ladies have joined me in but damned few to be honest," he says the beer loosening him up a bit, well all but the bluge which stays the same as he's afforded a bit of a view of what he saw in the tub so he crosses his legs in an effort to hide his 'problem' not realziing it's created a gap in between the leg of the shorts and his leg.

"I'm kind of a shy person, as I'm sure you noticed with all of the blushes, and don't hit on a lot of people for that reason and, well, let's just say there's another reason keeps me from having as many intimate female bed companions as I'd like to have or so some have told me at least."
 
Heather

Watching your cock grow in your shorts, I am impressed to say the least, the tent that is rapidly increasing looks very nice. I wonder just how big he is, probably a good 7 inches, I think, not knowing that in fact you are much, much larger. With that package, it is still curious to me that you wouldn't have a girlfriend, or at least a fuck buddy ... somebody like my roomate with big D titties, tall, with nice long legs. Proportionately, I know my legs are nice, but isn't the blonde bombshell every guys desire? And why don't you have that? You said there is another reason that you don't get many girls ... but I have no idea what it could be. It certainly isn't a problem getting it up, from what I can see.

I take another sip of my beer, and decide to tease you some more. I swish it around in my mouth a little, and start to talk before swallowing it all, allowing the white foam to drip from my lips, and slide down my slender neck, into the crevice between my breasts. "Oh man, I am such a idiot. Bleh, I'm disgusting." In a pretend hurry to wipe the white stuff from my mouth and chest, I let my legs come uncrossed, and the towel hike up, giving you a clear, prolonged view of my little twat. I almost laugh at you, trying to cover up, and find somewhere to tuck your cock away, but I manage to hold it in.

Deciding that playing with you is getting more and more fun, I look around the room, and see a bookshelf on the near wall. "I can't believe you have that book," I say, picking a random book on the top shelf. I get up and walk slowly over there. I can't quite reach the book, so I stand on my toes, and reach all the way up, knowing that my towel is creeping higher, revealing more and more of my tight ass. I pull the book down, and pretend to read the first page, as if I was reliving one of the greatest books I had ever read. "With such classic tastes, HJ, what's not to love about you? Why hasn't some girl just gobbled you up to have for herself?"
 
OOC:

To Naughty Naughty:I thought that studs was a kind of a lawless gang who was driving on motorcycles and terrorizing the city.
 
HJ:

'Ohhhhhhh shhhittt look at her shaved pussy.
'Dammmmnn what a great ass. To damned bad I won't be in either of those places if she gets a look at "the trouser monster" as one girl called it.'
he thinks to himself with his eyes glued on her tight round ass cheeks and what's peeping out between her legs.

"Ummm, yeah that's a good book alright Heather," he says having no clue which she's taken from the shelf just knowing it the erotic section and about where the BDSM and rough sex stories are. Perhaps "The Story of O" or "She will be Mine" or one of the "Beauty" or "Marketplace" series.
 
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Heather

I drop the book on the floor, and I still haven't checked to see what it is. I turn to look at you, and your eyes are still locked to where my ass was, now staring at my towel clad pussy. "Why HJ, were you checking me out?" I ask, my pussy starting to dampen, thinking about getting some cock. When you don't reply, simply raise your eyes to meet mine, I smile, and walk slowly towards you.

"Did you like what you saw, HJ?" I ask, tracing a finger along the bottom edge of the towel. You remain silent, swallowing once in a while, as I stand here, about two feet from you.

"Was it my pussy that turned you on that much?" I look down at your lap, and decide that I really want what's in there, aching to get out. You are so sweet, and so generous, I want to pay you back, and enjoy what you have to offer.

"Or was it my tight little ass?" I whisper as I walk away from you, and bend at the waist, picking the book up off the floor, and then putting it on the table next to me. My butt and my twat are right there for you to see as I bend over, and quickly go back into hiding as I stand back up.

"You've been so nice to me, HJ, I think it's time for me to return the favor." I turn back around towards you. "What do you think?"
 
HJ:

He just sits stunned and embarrassed at being caught gawking like a virgin seeing his first bare ass and pussy. He nods and licks suddenly dry lips when you as if he liked what he saw and keeps nodding when you ask about your your pussy and ass.

He has a 'kid in a candy shop I can't decide' look in his eyes and when you bend to pick up the book he groans quietly as he 'adjusts' himself again without realizing it and again licks his lips and clears his throat.

If he could have spoken when you ask about returning the favor he might have but he knows deep inside it's futile to wish. How could a woman as petite as you take all his jock and shorts conceal so it'd be just another disappointment and masterbation session to quell the need, as has so often been the case, but he looks at your face, into your eyes and then up and down your towel clad body before finding your eyes again with a very sad look in his.
 
Heather

I am so frustrated right now. What the fuck do I have to do to get this guy to make a move? Fine, I'll fucking throw myself at him. My eyes never leave his as I walk towards you, sitting in the chair. "You don't like me, HJ?" I whimper, straddling your waist, your cock behind me, digging into my ass through your shorts, and my towel.

When you continue to not reply, I pull my towel down, bunching it around my waist, my breasts inches from your face. Your hands stay limp at your side, and I am baffled that you don't want to touch me. I reach out, and gently stroke your cheek and neck. "What's wrong, baby? Tell me. I'm sorry, I must be coming on to strong ... maybe I should go."
 
HJ:

"Aaahhhemmm," he clears his throat and swallows hard a couple of times looking at the two lovely breasts and hard nipples staring him in the face and stammers, "N-no it-t's not you Heather. It-t's me.
"Ummm, I-I, well, I'm afraid I'd hurt you to much Heather."

Then he continues all in a rush with a very red face and neck, "It's just that I'm very big and most almost run away afraid of how I'd hurt them if we fucked." And his head drops after a quick glance into your eyes.
 
Heather

"It's just that I'm very big and most almost run away afraid of how I'd hurt them if we fucked."

You lower your head, and I nestle it against my breast, inviting you to take a little lick of my nipple. "Baby, we'll manage," I whisper, rubbing my ass against your cock, still unaware of exactly how big it is. Holding your head to my breast with one hand, I use the other hand to remove my towel the rest of the way, and throw it on the floor. My pussy lips glisten, and look very inviting.
 
HJ:

"Ohhhh fuuuuck," he moans as he sucks and licks at your nipple and his hands cup your ass and knead, squeeze the cheeks.

"Promise you'll at least give me pleasure in some way before you leave Heather? Even it's just to jack me off instead of me having to do it.
"If you do I'll show you what I meant about being "too big" for you because you're to tiny and cute."
 
Heather

Oh, god, I haven't had big strong hands kneading my ass in soo long. Your gentle nibbling is working magic to. Before I know it, my body is crashing towards orgasm, and I grind on you, a shriek out. "Oh my god, HJ, I want you so bad! I'm cumming!"

"No baby, why should I just jack you off when I can have it all?" I whisper, as I slump down on your bady. "I need it. I need you." With that, I pull your shirt off, and bite your little nipples on your muscled chest. "Mmmmm," I moan as your finger slides against my ass hole. Your chest is free of hair, and I love running my little hands over it. I start at your neck, and slowly make my way down. Your two perfect pecs, and then your abs, not a pefectly defined six pack, but the outline is there. I slide back, over your cock, and on my knees between your legs, my tits on either side of the tent of your shorts.

I lick my lips and smile at you. "I'll give you pleasure in a lot of ways, baby. Every way we can think of."
 
HJ:

"Mmmmmm ohhh dammmn, dammmn, dammmmn it's been soooo long," he moans quietly as he looks deeply into your eyes with a sad and resigned look in his. He grips the arm rest and lifts his ass off the seat so you can take off the rest of what he's wearing.

He's resigned to the fact that when you see the ten and a fraction long and two plus inch around cock that will end it, as usual, but he promised and he never lies sooo... he waits for the inevitible reaction.
 
Heather

When you lifts your ass of the chair, my eyes shine with lust. I can't wait to see the monster other girls have turned down. I pull your shorts down slowly, and it is revealed inch by inch, and finally I pull the shorts down past it, and it springs up hitting you in the stomach, and then finally coming to a rest, fully erect.

The shock I feel must be evident on my face, because I can see the disappointment in your eyes. I don't even know what to do with that thing. It's bigger than my fucking forearm. Holy shit. I'm about ready to pack up and leave, but I see you sitting dejected, and I realize that I was about to treat you like every other girl.

"It's beautiful, HJ. It's shocking at first, but ... it's gorgeous." Your big head is purple, and already dripping a little precum, and the veins in the shaft are straining. "It's soo big ..." I lean forward and lick the drop of precum off the head of your cock.
 
Sarah

OOC:Is it allright that I am beginning to writing now, as the two main characters had returned?
 
HJ:

"Ohhhhhh daaaaaaammmmmn yessss," he moans as he watches you licking the head and the big drop of precum and the muscles in his legs tighten so does his belly and his knuckles turn white he grips the armrests so hard.
 
Heather

OOC: fifi, actually we are at his place, because it just sort've worked out that way, sorry. we are planning on going back to the other apratment in a little while ... it just takes a while to deal with a cock this size.

IC
"Mmmm, tastes so good." My eyes never leave yours as I begin to try and figure out what to do with your cock. I wrap both hands around it, but neither makes it all the way around, and even one atop the other I can't cover the entire length. I take your swollen head into my mouth, and it barely fits. I suck gently on the tip while one hand strokes your shaft, the other fondling your heavy balls.

How the hell is this thing going to fit into my twat, I wonder, I can't even get three of my own little fingers in there ... I am going to be so fucking sore.

"Let's go upstairs," I whisper, moving my mouth from your big head to the base, licking and kissing my way up and down.
 
HJ:

"Ugghhh, mmmmm yesssss," he moans and strokes the sides of your face as the head vanishes into your mouth and your lips close around the shaft behind it.

He has a very pleased, very glazed look on his face and his eyes are filled with the pleasure, the lust he's feeling and enjoying as he watches you.

When you make your suggestion about upstairs, "Any where you want to go Heather. Let's go, but when we get there I wanna eat that sexy as hell hairless pussy."
 
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