“Take as much as you want,” I muttered. I’d learned with other women that my bigger-than-average size might cause her discomfort, especially given her apparent lack of experience. “We have all night,” I soothed, knowing that securing her trust would pay off in spades.
“You’re so sweet, Nick!” she said, looking me in the eyes as she proffered first one pendulous breast, then the other, to my lips to suckle. Her pulpy, half-inch nipples were salty with her perspiration, and mixed beautifully with the fecund smell of her juice on my face. My hands were full of her taut flesh. I closed my eyes and remembered a recent experience with a younger sister of Anna’s, in Norway, whose inexperienced teen body had had a similar taut feel to the one I was currently worshipping. I wondered how Carolyn’s body could possibly improve as she reached full adulthood. But my mental wanderings ceased as she took my cock from my hand. “Gawd, you are big! I couldn’t get all of you in my mouth! But just wait! I’ve got a dancer’s mouth – mmmm, right…down…here – that could swallow you if you were Dumbo!” She said this as she seated my knob just inside her moist center.
I smiled privately and marveled at 20th Century popular culture. Who could imagine a French Lit major who speaks the language fluently linking a Disney character to a quasi-pornographic fantasy? Then I realized that I was thinking too much. “Dumbo?” I asked with a snicker.
“Yeah. Feel how I’m taking you in…kinda kissing you as I…ahh, shit…as we come together?”
I did, indeed. I’d never before been with a dancer, and this was new. Short, slow, little drops of Carolyn’s hips took more of me each time, and her slow, trembling withdrawals were agonizing. It was as if my cock were being squeezed rapidly by a thousand hot microscopic fingers, all lubricated with some heavenly balm. I showed my appreciation by running my hands all over her tight flesh. Her breasts, tummy, waist, hips, thighs, even the wetness of her elastic labia as they gripped my cock, were a delight to me as she increased the height and speed of her thrusts. “I could eat you alive!” I whispered, as I began flicking my hips upward each time her pussy met my pelvis.
“Ooh, yeah. I’m stretching to fit you. You’re right at…you feel that?” she asked, beaming as she wiggled her saddle down around me. “Hold still! You’re at my cervix! Lemme relax an’… take… you…in!” she said with closed eyes, her face knit in concentration. Deep within her I felt her cervical ring stretch around my corona and palpitate with her heartbeat. Then she ground further onto me, completely absorbing my length, issuing a deep, satisfied sigh. “I’ve thought about this since I was in high school…wanting to feel you shoot your cream into me…into my womb. I’ve been crazy about you for the longest time!” she gushed. I encircled her small, firm waist almost completely with both hands, pulling and pushing her hips slightly so my crown would move in her uterus. She gritted her teeth and shook her head rapidly, gasping a breathy whine, and I moved one thumb downward to softly brush her clit, which was red and peeking out from under its swollen hood. “Ohhh…Gawwwd…Nick…yes! Oh, yes! Right…there!” she bleated, throwing back her head in ecstasy. Her hands flew to her breasts and she kneaded their sumptuous flesh roughly, tweaking – almost clawing – at her erect, stone-hard nipples as her excitement mounted.