Please do what you can to help nifty. This is our place on the web, let's do what we can to lend our financial support. Now sit down for a ride!Terry
He had left so long ago. Yet I felt at home in his home, as Travis and I had been seeing each other for six months now. We only had a year of age between us, as college brought us together, but he taught me more than my lover in high school had. Plus damn he was so sexy. His 6'4 muscular frame, the way he smelled under that vanilla essence cologne, and how those blue eyes and long blonde hair made me weak in the knees. That trip to the store was taking long, but it was Sunday after all. I pranced around his house wearing the mesh pink low cut briefs he bought me, and I was feeling pent up despite yesterdays afternoon session. He had literally got his 9 inches all the way inside me, leading to us both having orgasms of Greek God mythology possibilities.
Travis was supposed to get me the ingredients for a Italian lunch. I wanted my hunk to eat well, and also I needed more of him, before returning to campus for the week of classes. Going by his mirrors I saw my smooth bulge through the little panties that he called them, as the thong between my cheeks let me know what my man had in mind. It was going to be his way or the highway, but I accepted my fate. Finally he was back, and as he put the bags in, I put the foods away as his little bitch. While he was out I painted my fingernails black, and this went so good with my dyed bright blonde hair. As he walked in, Travis kissed me and said, "those will be down my pants later." Oh wow he had me completely. I was in a trance as I put a lot into the cupboards, and yet somehow got the stuff for my pasta dish.
Travis handed me a glass of the red wine, that always led to passion and inhibitors disappearing. As I mixed the ingredients in a pasta dish, he drank a beer and grabbed my ass as I bent over. Oh my. "Oh yes baby yes." His strong hands on my ass were so amazing, and I somehow got the pasta and beef in the oven, as we kissed. Soon I was down on the floor, his hands pushing me down, as I slurped up his hardness into my mouth. The taste and feeling was so wanted. His musk and scent. Playing with his gigantic testicles, he screamed and exploded in my warm and hot inviting mouth. As I showed him his cum on my tongue and drank it, he smiled at me and said, "I'll be ready to pound you for longer now." Admittedly I didn't know if this was a good or bad thing, as I was slightly sore from last nights reaming.
We continued to drink in his living room. Watching Super Troopers we laughed, and I was still in my pink panties. He was staring at my crotch as we sat together. It was such a hormonally infused dilemma, and I kissed him. Our tongues touching. The feeling of us like this was pure zen, and I told him, "after lunch I want you baby." He pinched my nipples gently, and oh the way his hands were so magical. I was breathing heavy, hard as a rock, but knew that our lunch would be ready soon. He made it even more difficult, as he twirled my shaved balls out of the panties. They were always so sensitive, and right there my eyes closed due to overstimulation. I wanted him to fuck me right there, kissing him I loved the feeling of his strong arms. It was a lagoon of lust, as the pheromones were rolling out at extra abundance, and the air was thick with our collective tension.
"Beep, beep!" The oven interrupted our foray of pleasure, and I placed my balls back in my underwear. In the pink they hid for now, as I got to the oven rack. The pasta casserole was ready, and Travis remarked "that smells really good baby." Feeling warm I kissed him, and got the plates out. As we sat together, he just had to put his hand on my leg under the table. Such a tease as I was hardening up. The food was delicious, but I was looking for another sausage to fulfill my needs. Gosh his penis made me so horny, and I could resist it in my mouth or hole. As the buzz clicked in, we ate a lot, but finally I just blurted out, "make love to me now."
Oh wow. He picked my 5'8 and 150 pound frame like it was nothing. Kissing he brought me to the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed. I watched with anticipation as his underwear came off, and his turn around time continued to surprise me. Young, dumb, and full of cum. His penis was sprung hard, and he practically ripped the pink underwear off of me, and laid down on top. Grinding our private parts together, we kissed. He kept making me go crazy by sliding his shaft into my balls. It was his way of showing what he'd be doing to my insides, and I couldn't wait. First he licked my nips, and went down to take my hard penis in his mouth.
As he went down on me, he fingered my ass. It was too much as it was a sensational feeling. Lube and his fingers, the way he wrapped his lips around my cock, was surreal as I lost all perceptions of time or location. His blue eyes. Oh yes. They were so beautiful, and he whispered in my ears, "you're going to ride me cowgirl." Oh this was so kinky, and as he prepared my hole, I was wondering if I could take his long and thick girth like this. I wanted him and when I finally regained my senses, I leaned up to sit on his throbbing hardness.
His nudity and mine was hot enough. This trust was even more so, as I was now crouched over his manhood. Sliding down it was like a metal pole at first. No bounce, cushioning, or softness to be found. My well lubed ass was going to meet his lubricated penis. As I slid down him, my pain receptors immediately made their presence known. Yet as a masochist I enjoyed this. It was my bodies way of saying an object was in me, and the scoville chart said it was my man. No plug or dildo could recreate the feeling or heat, and as I crept down it more, I watched Travis smile and close his eyes. Down more I crept. Soon my butt cheeks and balls were on his body, and as I went up and down, his strong hands touched my very taunt cock. He felt my balls up again too, and this was my Achilles heel.
We were kissing as we collided. I bounced up and down on his hardness, and could feel the lube sliding on his big boy. Touching his nips and as he grabbed my waist, I was his toy to be fucked however he saw fit. My insides were stretching and my hole felt amazing, but his physical strength and size were obviously a lot. I breathed and screamed a bit, panting like a dog as he continued to overwhelm my senses. Looking down my feet were on the bed, and as I arched up, he slid into me like a knife cutting through melted butter.
The sweat. The smells. My whole body was spinning. It was as if he was fucking the coins out of a slot machine, as he continued to pull me down with even more vigor. His blue eyes oh yes his lips and tongue against mine. The whole cleaning of my pipes as he pushed and mounted me with no thought of the consequences. I was his bitch, and as he slid his fingers into my mouth, I lathered them with my saliva. We were both moaning, and I just couldn't help it, but my load went all over him in what were big puddles of my DNA. He smiled at me knowing he had uprooted my prostate, and I kept sucking on his fingers, as all of a sudden he howled with alarming decibels. His legs shook as his penis blew up in my insides. I felt first a shot of hot cum, and then the sensation of a mess, and the smell of our sperm permeated my nostrils. We both screamed again, and as I laid out on top of him, held on to his hands as he showed me what a lucky bottom I was. His.