My mother was famous for her monthly sex parties in our home. This was going on ever since I could remember. I used to sneak out of my room once things started getting noisy, sit at the top of the stairs with my face between the bannisters watching, rubbing my little pussy through my panties. Watching made my pussy tingle and I had seen enough to know how to pleasure it. If only mom knew. I was fascinated with men who had big dicks and loved to watch them sway when a guy walked,his huge snake waving in the air. I learned it could be licked, sucked, rubbed, and ridden as if it were a horse. I wanted dick and the more I watched the more I wanted, the more I fingered my pussy. I learned I only liked guys with big dicks who were a bit bossy, had their cock and balls waxed and smooth, and who were in good shape. I was very particular and over time this served me well because when I started my own little business, I only took the clients I knew would please me. (That is another story…..one has to pay for tuition at an IVY Law School, doesn’t one.)
The summer I was ready to go off to college, I decided to crash the party in my own manner of speaking; not directly but subtly, covertly and deviously. Dick was a neighbor. He was tall, lean, with blond hair turning white, and steel gray eyes. He didn’t just look me in the eye when we would meet one another; he would bore holes into my psyche and I would feel naked. That didn’t intimidate me. It made me hot. I would stare right back with the attitude “make my day”. We had this non verbal sparring match going and as I got older, it got more daring, and we both got hotter, taking more chances. What I didn’t mention was that Dick (aptly named) was hung half way down his thigh. His cock was big, thick and his balls were hefty. He could make a woman drool and he knew it. He used to make me drool and I have no doubt he knew that too. I for one, knew he liked tits and smooth pussy. I recently had mine augmented and flaunted my DD’s any way I could. (If he was in the kitchen alone, I would sneak up on him and rub my tits against his back, or wear my crop top so short the rounded bottoms of my melons were visible. I was a baby bitch in heat and he was my target.) Sometimes I would wear my short short spanks pulled up in my snatch to accentuate my very chubby pussy. It was fun to watch him stare into my eyes, at my tits, and my bulging pussy, while his dick got bigger and bigger and rock hard in his pants. His face would get red and his breathing would quicken and my thought was “Bingo! Gottcha Dick”.
That last party night I was determined to have Dick’s dick. Not being allowed at the parties was no problem. I went down the back staircase into the darkened kitchen where I knew he would wander hoping. Situating myself on the counter (next to the bottles of gin and vodka) I made sure my tank top sleep shirt was pulled up high enough to show my smooth, swollen pussy and I pulled my tits out the top so they were out, high, bulging with hard pointy nipples. (Wanting big cock always made my nipples hard.)
He did walk into the kitchen, turned on the small stove light and Voila! Here I am tits out, pussy exposed with my fingers on my clit. He grabbed me from the counter, whispered in my ear he was taking me to my room before all hell breaks loose and up the back stairs we went.
What I loved about Dick was he was assertive. He could be gentle and tender, but he was the boss. I needed that. He sat on my straight back chair with his huge cock standing up, and groaned while stroking it, demanding that I finger my pussy and bounce my tits to which I happily obliged. All the while he stroked his huge dick, stared at me, groaned, calling me a fucking little bitch who tormented him for years. I loved his dominance, but I am not one to take orders too easily. That’s the fun of it. I didn’t wait for any orders. I started rubbing my swollen clit, bouncing my tits and flicking my tongue at him. Then I got between his muscular thighs and started flicking, licking and tormenting his hugely swollen, engorged dick, telling him “I love big dick”. When I thought he couldn’t take it any longer, I straddled his thighs put that monster in my tight, wet, swollen little cunt, while he sucked on my nipples as if he were an infant. He could just groan, suck, and mumble, “fucking little bitch”.
He started bucking and pumping. (Surprised no one heard the noise pounding on the ceiling downstairs.) He fucked me hard, he fucked me long, he tormented my nipples and when he had shot his wad, he put his face between my legs and sucked on my swollen clit and engorged pussy lips until I was screaming with more pleasure. I could not get enough of his dick, his tongue, his lips and all I could say was ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”. (No small wonder why I was not interested in boys my own age.)
Afterwards we washed each other off in my private bathroom. He kissed me tenderly on the forehead and told me to be a good girl at school, perhaps he would come and visit. (I knew he would, we were hooked on each other’s sex).
The following afternoon before our car took off for my Ivy League Girls College, a Fed Ex package arrived for me. I ran up to my room to open it privately. Inside was a box with a pair of 1 carat diamond stud earrings with a note from Dick….”Thank you for last night. See you soon”. It could not be soon enough.
