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Do I Dare?
by Dr Young (arr_young@yahoo.co.uk)

***

On a night like any other, a strange conversation with 
an old friend leads to a daring invitation. (MF)

***

Prologue

Anonymously I shuffled my way to my desk, firmly 
clenching my cup of coffee. I was 'only' two hours late 
for work, but I managed to avoid the usual comments. I 
safely reached my desk and very gently lowered my sore 
body onto my chair. It took me a few moments to be able 
to relax my muscles in my bottom and legs, but after a 
few sips of my coffee I managed to sit with some degree 
of relaxation. 

The other girls in the office had eyed my stiff manner 
of walking, but apparently hadn't thought that much of 
it. After all, I was the only one to make it to the gym 
yesterday. They probably guessed I had gotten a good 
workout. If that was so, than they were more right than 
they would hopefully ever know. Last night had been the 
workout of my life, in more ways than one.

My name's Angela, and I work for a small advertisement 
agency. We do radio commercials, magazine ads and an 
occasional televised campaign. At my tender age of 25 
I'm already one of the senior designers here, so you 
guess I could say I'm doing alright for myself. Now 
usually I continue this introduction with the sad words 
that I'm a single girl still looking for mister right, 
but after last night I'm not so sure anymore. I'm not 
sure I'm single, and I'm not sure I'm looking for 
mister right, and I'm not sure what that all means. 
It's been one crazy night.

Wednesdays and Fridays me and two other girls from work 
go the local gym for some exercise. We only started 
doing this a few months ago, and already our budding 
routine shows signs of a slow death. Cathy came up with 
the idea, and easily convinced Tanya and me. Why in the 
world Cathy found it necessary to start exercising is a 
mystery to me. 

She is the prototype of the athletic woman, I'm the one 
of whom you would say she needs the exercise. But I 
guess developing a social life by going places with 
people you know is an argument too. Of course, while we 
have our share of fun at the gym, you barely meet new 
people. You're a group of three women who more resemble 
a pack of girls, with all the giggling. Hardly 
something to attract the better developed human male, 
right?

Each of us has missed a few nights before yesterday, 
and last night both Cathy and Tanya had announced they 
wouldn't be able to make it. Now normally, this would 
have been more than enough reason for me to go home 
myself and relax with a good book or some television. 
But for some reason, either stepping on the scale that 
morning, looking at the mirror somewhere that day, or 
the fact that I did bring my exercise clothes, I 
decided going to the gym all by myself wasn't the worst 
thing that could fill a Wednesday evening.

Now I know what you're thinking after reading the 
remarks about the scale and the mirror. 'Am I reading 
about a fat ugly cow here?' I suppose not, though I'm 
not too happy about my weight, most of the time. But 
then again, who among us females is, right? I bet even 
Cathy with her slim, trim body believes she can spot 
the excess fat on her limbs. 

Cathy does make a habit of joking around about the 
absence of breasts on that figure, though. Often she 
complains about how guys are always looking at tits 
when chasing a girl, and how that always leaves her 
left out. She's joking, of course, because she has a 
steady boyfriend for some time now. But anyway, the tit 
department is one thing I'm not supposed to complain 
about, according to my fellow gym visitors. Cathy often 
jokes that when handing out breasts, they must have 
given her share to me. My breasts are quite large, 
indeed. Considering that I'm not that tall either, 
emphasizes my chest too. And, in my opinion, my large 
chest makes me look fat.

Objectively speaking, I don't suppose I'm fat. Women 
have a tendency to compare themselves with the unfair 
comparisons. I compare myself with Cathy, who is indeed 
too slim to be true. I've never been truly slim, but 
I've always managed to get myself in the regular sized 
jeans, which is sort of my goal. Back in my college 
days I used to a lot of rowing, and that kept me fit 
enough. 

Right after college came work and the serious lack of 
time for sports. Add to that the natural tendency of 
woman to gain weight when they get older, and you'll 
understand I've had a bit more difficulty squeezing 
into my old jeans. So all in all, I suppose it was a 
good idea to start exercising at the gym.


Chapter One


I mentioned before the three of us usually resemble a 
pack of giggling girls when we're at the gym. Usually 
that also means we're not getting a lot of exercise. By 
myself, on the other hand, I got plenty of exercise. 
During a good hour of sweating I had all of the 
exercise I usually get in two weeks time. I was feeling 
really pleased with myself, when I almost bumped into a 
guy because I wasn't paying attention. 

He got my attention though. I was mumbling a "sorry" 
and was about to head on to the dressing room, when he 
said: "You're Angela Young, right?" I looked up at him, 
and his face did look familiar. I couldn't place him 
right away though, so I sheepishly replied: "That's 
right, I'm Angela. I'm sorry, you look familiar, but 
ehm...."

"Mark Ferry," he said, with a somewhat bashful smile. 
"We used to be high school classmates ages ago. 
Remember?" 

Mark Ferry, the name did ring a bell. The image of a 
tall, very skinny geek from my high school days came to 
mind. Typically someone I knew by name but never by 
actual contact. But standing in front of me was no 
skinny geek. He was still tall, but quite muscular. It 
was obvious, even with the sweatshirt on, that this was 
hunk of a guy. Broad, muscular shoulders, and developed 
arms were in plain sight, and I didn't dare to look 
anywhere else than that. His face was older, of course, 
and he was showing signs that he was losing his hair. 
But his face was definitely that of Mark Ferry.

"Mark, yes, now that I take another look at your face, 
I do remember. You certainly have changed though. You 
used to be a skinny geek." I became red at that remark, 
because I'm my head I was already complimenting Mark on 
his improved physique. 

Mark smiled, and replied: "And you're still the same 
stunning blonde, Angela." His eyes broke away from mine 
for the first time since bumping into each other, and 
he cast a quick glance at the rest of me. Instantly, I 
felt very exposed, as I was dressed only in my tight 
workout outfit, which couldn't help but show my large 
chest.

"Say, you want to go for a drink in the cafeteria? It 
would be great do a little catching up," Mark offered 
with an enthusiasm that made it hard to refuse. I 
really did want to take a shower and change into my 
daily clothes first, but since Mark showed no intention 
of heading to the dressing room first, I felt like a 
bad sport to introduce this delay. 

We were into our third round of energy drinks when the 
conversation turned to relationships. Our catching up 
had been rather trivial, explaining what we had done 
since high school. Mark had gone to state university 
and was currently involved in a career with a large 
energy company. He had made it to junior manager and 
was frequently sent abroad by his company. He had been 
to Indonesia the last six months, which was why I 
hadn't seen him at the gym before.

"I was in a long term relationship up until two years 
ago," Mark told me, "Almost got married too, but it 
didn't work out that way." 

So, the hunk was a single? Judging from his lifestyle 
though, I guessed that at this point Mark had been 
involved in the occasional short term relationship. He 
didn't tell me, because that's not the sort of thing 
you talk about when catching up, right?

"I've had a steady boyfriend in college, but since then 
I haven't been in anything long term myself," I 
replied. The term 'steady boyfriend' was probably quite 
a compliment for good old Richard, who had been little 
more than a very steady sex partner during my first, 
and very naive year of college. And I, too, left out 
numerous short flings and one night stands. This was 
certainly not something you told men about, being a 
decent girl, after all. All those short flings had been 
in my college days though, and these last three years 
had been without as much as a date for me. Maybe that 
was why I was feeling a little excited in Mark's 
presence.

After these mutual, and incomplete confessions came one 
of those 'uncomfortable silences', during which Mark 
again lingered with his eyes on my breasts. Back in my 
college days this would have either embarrassed or 
angered me. A male friend of mine once explained that 
this is something men do that cannot be helped. This 
was a guy who was deeply involved with his own steady 
girl, but couldn't help but give my set of breasts an 
admiring stare now and then. Since that explanation, I 
can take a glance now and then without being insulted.

"Why did you and your girl break up?" I asked, 
realizing that this was perhaps also such a thing you 
didn't discuss during catching up.

Mark looked at me for a moment, perhaps estimating if 
he could trust me with this information, then 
explained: "Melissa and I eventually agreed that our 
relationship had been based on sex, and little more." 

At the mentioning of the word sex I blushed a little 
more, but Mark continued: "We did enjoy our time 
together, but we both had to admit that we did little 
more together than have sex. The social outings, the 
dates, all of that was just to decorate the 
relationship. It was fun, but it was no more than that. 
At first I was a little shocked that she would bring 
this to me that way, but eventually I got to agree with 
her. We broke up, not because of that, but because she 
wanted to find someone she could feel comfortable 
raising kids with, and spending the rest of her life 
with. And that someone was just not me."

Another uncomfortable silence followed, and I was sure 
I killed an enjoyable conversation. "I'm sorry," I 
muttered.

"Don't be," Mark replied with a smile. "I'm not unhappy 
with that period of my life, in fact I value it, and 
the lessons I learned there."

Lessons learned from a relationship based on sex? Yes, 
I was thinking exactly that. But Mark continued to 
explain: "You see, the popular myth is that men want 
sex, women want relationships, and this is where the 
trouble begins. Women are told to be the sex delaying 
factor in a relationship because they want to get to 
know a guy first, right?"

"I suppose there has to be a level of trust before 
having sex," I replied, more or less quoting the 
Cosmopolitan here. Meanwhile, I was turning an even 
deeper shade of red because of this subject.

Mark continued despite of my crimson color: "Well, that 
may be true in a lot of cases, but I learned that sex 
can be an enjoyable thing for both men and women, and 
can be pursued by both men and women. Women engage 
often enough in one night stands to prove this point. 
But what holds them back more than their desire for a 
relationship, is the fear to be considered cheap. Just 
going with a guy for sex is seen by society as giving 
in to the man, giving yourself away and thereby showing 
yourself to be cheap, or slutty. And this is something 
most women will want to avoid at all cost, right?"

I had to admit Mark was very much right about that, 
indeed. As I said, in my college days I had engaged in 
several short flings with no intention or desire to 
turn them into relationship. I don't know if I've been 
considered cheap because of that, but you certainly 
didn't hear me brag about it. You heard some guys brag, 
if they got laid often, and it gave them some heroic 
status with the other guys. And this was really stupid, 
when you think of it.

I nodded in agreement, and Mark leaned back a little, 
smiling. He had proven his point and was therefore 
content. He looked me in the eyes for a moment, then 
said: "I mean, there is no good reason why a girl 
shouldn't be able to desire sex, and pursue it like any 
other guy, right? Sex can be very much enjoyable for a 
man as well as for a woman, so why should a woman have 
to deny herself that pleasure?"

His point had been proven with his previous statement, 
but that last remark was directed at me. It was a 
covert attempt to invite me into saying I wanted sex, 
maybe with him. The conversation had passed beyond the 
idle chit chat and had progressed into the next level. 
He had made clear what he wanted, and he had opened up 
the door for me to do so as well. I carefully looked 
into Mark's eyes, where I found a confident gleam. 
Without speaking 'the words' directly, he had made his 
intentions clear, and he wasn't ashamed of it. By not 
speaking 'the words' directly, he also gave me the 
chance to get out of this if I didn't want to pursue 
it.

A few moments passed. A few more, and the window of 
opportunity would have passed. He would have gotten up 
to get another drink, and would have changed the topic 
to something more light-footed. But the truth was, of 
course, part of me did want to take him up on his 
invitation, though it was a very small part. This hunk 
of a stranger, with a long relationship of experience, 
was offering me sex which I hadn't had in over three 
years, and the idea very much appealed to me. My one 
night stand days were over though, I had left them in 
college. And despite Mark's entire argument, I was 
still uncomfortable with agreeing to sex so easily. I 
was still worried about his good opinion about me. A 
decision had to be made, of course, and fast.

Mark blinked, looked away, and was about to get up. 
"Alright," I said, and his eyes were fixed on mine 
again. I already regretted it, but I was going to 
diplomatically imply I wanted to have sex with Marc. I 
took a few moments to choose my words carefully, then 
said: "Lets say a girl would want to give in to her 
urges. She still would never want to show this 
directly."

Smiling, Mark answered: "As soon as a hint has been 
given, the couple would have to agree on an excuse to 
get together somewhere, that would be acceptable to the 
people around them."

This left the door open for the cheesy but effective 
'are you coming to my place for a nightcap', but then 
we were startled in our conversation by one of the gym 
employees.

"Closing time, ladies and gents, last round." He then 
spotted us, still in our workout clothes. He walked 
over, and said: "I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid you can 
no longer use the showers tonight. The gym closes at 
ten. 

We had certainly lost track of time, as it was almost 
ten. The employee had also ruined our conversation 
though. You know the expression 'the ice has been 
broken', but this was the other way around. Mark got 
up, and I tried to do so as well, but after an hour of 
exercise and more than an hour of sitting still I had a 
pair of sore legs. With obvious effort, I got up and 
Mark couldn't help but smile a little. The sexual 
tension was plummeting fast.


Chapter Two


A few minutes later we were outside, with our coats on 
and bags in our hands. For a few moments, none of us 
spoke as we watched the other gym visitors walk by. 
Then, as a sort of goodbye, Mark said: "My place is on 
the other side of town. I'd like to have you over for a 
drink some time."

It sounded as a sort of 'I'll call you later' goodbye, 
but I the disappointment in his voice was clear enough 
to me. After the daring conversation back in the gym 
cafeteria, daring Mark now didn't want to propose going 
to my place, or taking me with him now. So with a deep 
breath I decided to salvage his hard work with my most 
daring words so far: "Well, my place is only a five 
minute walk from here. You can use my shower, of you 
like."

Inviting someone to use your shower when you damn well 
know that person has a shower himself is a pretty 
obvious remark with the intent to get someone's clothes 
off. Mark's expression changed instantly from a tense 
smile to a very wide one. He didn't have to actually 
say he accepted the offer now, so instead he said: 
"Lead the way."

A good fifteen minute walk later, I lied about the 
five, we arrived at my apartment building. I showed an 
obvious effort in getting up the stairs, and Mark 
commented as we came to my front door: "I can give you 
a massage if you'd like. I'm sure it will help with the 
sore muscles." I opened my front door, and could only 
smile bashfully, with a very deep red color on my face. 
By this time I was starting to realize what this was 
going to. The possibility of sex hadn't actually 
settled into my head just ye. And a massage meant his 
hands on my body, which made it all a lot closer.

I quickly showed Mark the apartment with a small living 
room, bed room and bathroom. I offered him the use of 
the shower, but he insisted: "Ladies first."

Yeah right, I was really into the lady thing, inviting 
a guy over like this. The remark turned my cheeks red 
once more, something Mark definitely noticed. By now he 
had probably realized I was perhaps a little in over my 
head with the situation. He sat down on the couch and 
turned on the television, giving me a little room to do 
my thing. I made sure I had towels and my robe in the 
bathroom, something I usually don't bother with since I 
live alone. 

I took a long shower, and it hardly helped me to relax. 
I contemplated using a cold shower to cool down, but I 
decided against it. If I were to cool down now, so to 
speak, I probably would go so far as to send Mark out 
on his own before midnight. After a good fifteen minute 
shower I emerged from the shower trembling, not from 
the cold but from the tension I think. 

After drying myself off, I gave myself a nervous smile 
in the mirror. This was all too ridiculous, I thought 
to myself. Here I was, at age 25, a grown woman. And I 
was nervous as a schoolgirl because there was a guy in 
my apartment. hunk of guy, of course, who had received 
enough sexual hints that made it almost impossible to 
turn back now.

I put on some underwear, a shirt and the robe, and 
carefully opened the bathroom door. Mark looked up from 
the television and smiled as he saw me. Then he 
recognized the obvious tension in my face, and his 
smile faltered a little. He got up, and walked towards 
the bathroom. "It's all yours," I muttered, "towels are 
in the...."

He interrupted me by softly taking my head in his hands 
and giving me a soft kiss on the lips. That shut me up 
all right, but it was certainly an ice breaker once 
again. I felt a lot of tension lifting from me. The 
kiss was short, but sweet, and after the kiss Marc 
said: "Look, I'm going to take a shower. After that, I 
would very much like to give you a massage for those 
aching muscles. Just lie down on the bed and take off 
whatever you feel like. What happens after that is 
completely up to you, all right?"

I smiled at him, feeling all of the tension slide away 
for a moment. No obliged sex after all. A good massage, 
a kiss and perhaps a phone number. I could deal with 
that. I nodded in agreement, and continued my earlier 
sentence: "Towels are in that closet." As Mark walked 
in, I added: "On the top shelf is a bottle of massage 
oil." 

With the sound of the running shower I walked into my 
bedroom, and took off the robe. My bed is a little on 
the small side, it would certainly be a cozy night if I 
decided to let Mark stay. Very cozy indeed, with his 
large torso and my boobs in the way. Spooning, side by 
side we would both still run the risk of spilling over 
the side. 

However, I decided that this certainly would not be an 
issue. I lay down on the bed, contemplating the 
situation. I probably wouldn't be able to escape taking 
off the shirt, but the key to sex or no sex would be 
the underwear. If I would lie down without the shirt 
but with my underwear on, a smart guy like Mark would 
probably take the hint and know he could give me a 
massage, steal a kiss and maybe even a glance at my 
naked boobs, but that would be all. If I would be lying 
there naked, he would take that as a hint that I was 
ready to go all the way. 

I took off the shirt, and tossed it into the corner. I 
intended to make the final decision about my panties 
when I would hear the water stop running. Meanwhile, I 
closed my eyes and imagined Mark's muscular torso 
without his shirt. Would he have chest hair? Would his 
nipples harden as I rubbed his chest? 

I dreamed away at the imagined sight of Marks muscles, 
when suddenly I realized I couldn't well receive a 
massage lying on the bed. I'd better get a towel to lie 
on. With that realization, I also heard the water being 
turned off in the bathroom. I got up, and walked over 
to the bathroom. I realized I would be walking in there 
nearly naked, and hesitated. Of course, I would be as 
near-naked or worse during the massage. So I knocked 
softly and opened the bathroom door.

"I need a towel to lie on," I spoke hurriedly. I had 
single arm covering both my breasts, which came down to 
covering the nipples squeezing them to my chest. I was 
sure making a display of myself. I got the towel, then 
came up with an idea, and got a second towel as well. I 
glanced at Mark, and I saw he was not casually glancing 
at me, but downright staring at my breasts. I decided 
to return the favor, and started staring at his nipples 
with a wicked smile. 

Mark chuckled, and decently turned his head away. "I'm 
sorry," he said with a slight mock in his voice, "but 
you happen to have the most amazing breasts. I didn't 
mean to stare."

"I'm sure you didn't." I replied with a smile, pleased 
with the compliment. Because of their obvious size, I'm 
quite insecure about my breasts. They're already 
sagging just a little, and I don't consider them my 
best asset. "See you in a minute," I added, as I walked 
out. I returned to the bedroom, and spread out the 
beach towel on the bed. Then, I took off my underwear 
and lay down on the bed. I then took the second towel, 
and draped it over my bottom, effectively making it 
unclear if I had my panties on or not. I had decided I 
wanted Mark to stay, but I didn't want to make it too 
obvious.

I had to wait for Mark, and I felt the uncertain 
tension returning. I was the young school girl all over 
again. But I decided I had crossed the point of no 
return when taking off the panties. I would wait and 
hope for the best. 

Chapter three

Mark entered my bedroom, and I could see from the 
corner of my eye he was wearing only his shorts. He 
looked absolutely gorgeous, and yes, he had chest hair. 
I closed my eyes, I would thoroughly examine that chest 
hair soon enough. Mark carefully seated himself, 
straddling across my back. He was almost sitting on my 
behind, and thus had the ideal position to start 
massaging my shoulders. He applied a generous amount of 
oil on my shoulders, and began rubbing them. 

Taking his time, Mark slowly massaged my shoulders and 
neck. It felt heavenly, he obviously knew what he was 
doing. The remaining tension flowed away as I was 
rubbed into a snooze. I was almost entering the state 
of dreaming, when I felt Mark move. He repositioned 
himself, now straddling my legs. He bent over to put 
his hands on my back and I could swear I felt something 
hard poke at my bottom. At the very least, part of Mark 
was not just here for the massage. He reapplied oil to 
my back, and carefully continued. The rubbing of the 
shoulders had been firm, but Mark was a lot more 
careful with my back. After all, I thought, he wasn't a 
professional, but simply a skilled amateur, and he 
didn't want to hurt me.

He was working on my back for some time, going over and 
over the same spots, when I realized I was the one who 
had to decide if the towel on my bottom would come off. 
Mark was being such a gentleman, he probably wouldn't 
take it off himself. 

"Here," I simply said, as I reached behind and removed 
the towel. I fell to the ground, now exposing my behind 
completely, as well as making it clear in no uncertain 
terms that I was completely naked. Mark eagerly 
accepted the open invitation. He shifted a little and 
began rubbing my behind. He was able to work two hands 
on a cheek at the same time, and once again he applied 
firm pressure. It felt great to have my cheeks rubbed 
like this, and I almost didn't want him to stop.

Eventually, he did though. He moved down and began 
massaging my legs. It was my most sore area, so when he 
began rubbing my thighs I let out an approving moan. He 
thoroughly worked on one leg, then another. From up to 
down, and back up again. When he was working on my 
upper thigh he was definitely close enough to my pussy 
to feel the warmth that had been building up there. 
Then, he placed one hand on my inner thigh, and pressed 
it up against it, one finger softly pressing against my 
outer pussy lips. I voiced no protest, and although I 
didn't mean to I slightly opened my legs a little 
further. Everything was clear now, no more words were 
needed. 

He moved off of me, allowing me the room to turn myself 
around. I needed no instructions to do so, so I turned 
myself on my back, carefully making sure I wouldn't 
fall off the bed. I looked at Mark's eyes with a dreamy 
expression. I was totally relaxed now, and I was 
certain I was going to enjoy the rest of this. He bent 
over me, and kissed me softly on the lips. It was a 
long, slow kiss. No tongue, just kissing, just the way 
I like it. Then, he broke the kiss, and whispered: "I'm 
not done yet."

He then continued to firmly massage my thighs, my most 
sore region after all. It felt very good to feel my 
legs relax. Mark seemed to sense when he had done 
enough massaging. I still had my eyes closed when I 
felt him shift his body up a bit. He rubbed some 
massage oil onto my belly, but he was done there 
quickly enough. 

I smiled as I felt a generous amount of oil spill on my 
left breast, and then on my right one. He then began to 
softly stroke my breasts with slow, circular motions. 
It felt great, and very relaxing. Due to their weight, 
my breasts endure a lot of punishment in the daytime, 
especially on an exercise night. This kind of attention 
was just the thing they needed, and part of me wished 
it wouldn't stop.

"You really have gorgeous breasts," Mark commented 
softly as he continued rubbing. 'I think they're too 
big,' or 'you're just saying that', were remarks I 
would usually use as a response, but this time Mark got 
no argument from me. I simply widened my smile and 
enjoyed the compliment as it was given. 

After a good eternity of breast massage, Mark slowly 
bent over and kissed each of my nipples softly, which I 
though was just so sweet. He then moved up and kissed 
me on the lips. The kiss started slowly, then our 
tongues met and it became a little more passionately. 
Mark shifted his weight and began lying on top of me. 
He was tall, muscular and therefore very much heavier 
than me, but he used his elbows to keep the weight off 
of me. I spread my legs, and he easily slipped in 
between them. 

It was at that time when a touch of alarm struck me. 
Mark still had his shorts on, so I hadn't been able to 
get a look at his dick yet, even if I had opened my 
eyes during the massage. But now I felt something very 
large and very hard pressing against my thigh. It had 
been over three years for me since I had been in 
contact with a male 'organ', so at first I thought it 
was just that. I needed a new getting used to. Still, I 
couldn't shake the thought Mark might be quite well 
endowed. At that point, I considered myself just 
getting luckier. 

Our kisses became more passionate, and I was having a 
great time rubbing my hands all over his muscular 
shoulders. At one point, when Mark momentarily broke 
the kiss to give a little attention to my left breast, 
I remembered something my college boyfriend had told 
me. Eventually a guy will always go ahead and take the 
initiative during sex, but he will just love it if a 
girl shows she wants it as badly as he does. 

Now that was in my naive college days, when I would lay 
back and let it all happen to me, but I realized I was 
being a little passive at the moment. So when Mark 
returned to kissing me, I reached down with the 
intention of sliding down his shorts. It was, after 
all, a little silly he still had those on. Mark was a 
good deal taller than me, of course, and I could barely 
slide his shorts down a little. But the hint was taken 
most eagerly, and Mark freed one of his own hands to 
remove his shorts all the way. 

At that moment, I got a good look at what exactly I had 
invited into my bed, and more specifically, into 
myself. A good deal of the tension returned to me, and 
I stiffened up a little as a result. No way I had 
forgotten the 'average size' in the last three years. 
Well maybe I had, but this was definitely beyond 
average. Marks dick was as thick as or thicker than my 
wrist, and a lot longer than anything that had ever 
been inside of me. This was not what I expected to 
celebrate the end of a three year celibacy. For a 
moment I imagined a thoroughly blood stained bed as I 
would surely be ripped apart by that thing. 

Mark returned on top of me, and after a short kiss he 
felt my uneasiness. He looked at me with a confident 
smile, and whispered: "I know what you're thinking. 
Just relax, it will go just fine."

'Sure, that's what they all say', I thought to myself. 
But I did feel better then, probably because I trusted 
him already, and he had known what he was doing during 
the massage. We returned to kissing, and I relaxed a 
little again. After a minute or so, he broke the kiss, 
and returned to kissing my left breast. 

For a moment I thought he was just kissing my breast 
briefly before returning to my lips, as he had done a 
few times already. Then he turned his attention to my 
other breast while I felt his body shift down a little. 
He continued kissing me all over my breasts, and then 
my belly. All the while, his body was traveling further 
off the bed. I realized he was going down to eat my 
pussy!

This hadn't happened to me since my college years, and 
back then it had been done by a total rookie. My 
boyfriend back then had given me oral sex a few times 
when he felt the need to do a little extra. You see, 
I'm part of that significant percentage of women who 
can only climax by direct stimulation of the clitoris. 
Sure enough, I enjoy the physical act of sex itself, 
but I always have needed to get stimulated directly in 
order to reach my climax. Often enough, I had been left 
without an orgasm of my own after a sex session which 
had been very satisfying for the guy who had just 
screwed me. So you can see how important the fact was 
to me that Mark was now traveling downward with his 
trail of kisses to my lower regions.

Mark climbed off the bed and kneeled next to it, and 
lowered his head between my thighs, which I eagerly 
spread out for him. For a moment, I had forgotten all 
about his engorged manhood that we would have to 
squeeze in there later on. After a few soft kisses on 
the inside of my thighs, I felt his tongue slowly 
pressing against my pussy lips. He was licking me over 
and over again, and it felt great. 

After a little while, what I felt most was my clit 
demanding attention, and I began to get a little 
frustrated. I shifted my hips and tried to move my clit 
towards his tongue. He evaded for a moment, seemingly 
to tease me. Then I felt the direct contact of his 
tongue and it felt like a tazer had been pressed into 
me. His hands grasped my hips in order to keep me a 
little still and he began to slowly rub my clit with 
his tongue. Now I'm usually not a moaner, but I 
couldn't help but let out an obviously approving groan 
right then. 

After a few heavenly minutes of this, I finally felt 
his pace quicken and I felt my orgasm building. Now 
rest assured that this wouldn't be my first orgasm in 
three years, but this did feel like it was going to be 
a tad more intense than the ones I had arranged for by 
myself. I felt my hips tense up, and my stomach 
cramped. Mark felt my climax coming, and his response 
was to slow down! Of all things, I needed him to speed 
up the pace and he was teasing me at the worst time. 

After a few slow licks I couldn't take it anymore and 
had to let out a begging moan in order to urge him on. 
Apparently satisfied I had been teased enough, Mark 
doubled his pace and pressure, setting me on fire 
completely. Moments later I was shaken thoroughly by 
one of the most intense climaxes ever, during which 
Mark strained to keep applying his tongue. My hips were 
all over the place, but clearly Mark realized that if 
he let go of me now, my sensation would be gone. 

A full few seconds later, I was coming down from my 
climax a little and began to relax. Mark was still 
between my legs, slowly licking my pussy lips, 
occasionally flicking my clit. I was very sensitive at 
this moment, so it felt quite intense. Any moment now, 
he would climb back on top of me, and we could begin 
squeezing him into me. 

Despite his size, I was beginning to feel I was up to 
the task. After all, I was quite wet down there right 
now. But Mark had other plans. He continued licking my 
lips for a few minutes until I had relaxed again, then 
I felt him returning to my clit once more. He sensed it 
was still sensitive, and he proceeded with slow, soft 
licks that soon made me realize he wouldn't stop what 
he was doing down there until I had my second climax of 
the still young night. 

One of his fingers entered me, and that alone was 
already a tight squeeze. But the rubbing of his finger 
was a good sensation that added significantly to the 
experience. After minutes of slow finger fucking and 
licking, Mark quickened his pace a little. I felt my 
second climax building deep within my stomach and felt 
this one was going to be even more intense. 

A second finger was added to the one already inside of 
me, and again it was a tight fit. Mark had his work cut 
out for him, but it was no concern of mine just yet. I 
was out of this world, enjoying the pleasure Mark was 
giving me. There was no teasing pause this time as Mark 
continued to work on me until I buckled from my intense 
orgasm. He was unable to keep his head in position this 
time, though, but he quickly shifted his hand to keep 
rubbing me while my climax continued. It must have 
lasted a good two minutes, and afterwards I was very 
thankful Mark wasn't that kind of guy who believes 
women climaxes should last as long as those of men. 

Climbing back on the bed, Mark lay down beside me and 
took my shivering body in his arms. He held me tightly 
and I felt afloat on a cloud of pleasure as my climax 
slowly subsided. When reality slowly returned to me. 
and soft kisses were once again planted on my lips, I 
also realized a large erection was pressing against me. 
We weren't done yet, of course.

Mark was again patient enough to leave the next step to 
me. Eventually, I broke the kiss and pushed him away 
from me a little. I sat up on the bed and decided to 
give his erect member a closer examination. I was 
beginning to get worried again, as looked over the 
thing that had to squeeze into me in a few moments. I 
hadn't been wrong the first time, it *was* as thick as 
my wrist. It was easy to compare it with a cucumber, 
though it wasn't that long, thankfully. 

I'm not that good with inches, but Mark was seven or 
eight inches long, which was a at least an inch longer 
than I had ever had inside of me. Knowing Mark had to 
squeeze two of his fingers into my pussy, I was 
beginning to believe this was an impossible mission. Of 
course, I trusted Mark by then. He had proven himself 
enough of a careful lover to make me sure he wouldn't 
squeeze beyond my limitations. 

I briefly considered a backup plan. I would be 
extremely unfair to let Mark go home without a little 
pleasure, so I was obliged to do at least something. If 
actual sex was no option, there was always the option 
of blowing him. This was something I have always been 
uncomfortable with, and I had done it only twice for my 
college boyfriend. My guess was I wouldn't be very good 
at it, and I wondered how long I could keep my mouth 
*that* wide open. Manual stimulation was the only 
alternative, but I considered that a little poor 
considering all Mark had done for me so far. I took a 
deep breath and decided I had to do what I had to do. 

Not very confidently I forced a weak smile at Mark, who 
just smiled back at me. "Here's a kiss for good luck," 
I softly said with a trembling voice. I bent over to 
his dick, not to blow him, but at least to make the 
head of his penis as slick as I could make it. As I 
guessed before, I couldn't get him inside my mouth 
without getting my teeth in the way, so I settled for a 
very wet kiss on the head with lots of tongue. I worked 
my way around the head of his dick a couple of times, 
meanwhile stroking the shaft with both of my hands. 
From the corner of my eye I could see Mark was laying 
back and enjoying it. 'This could actually work', I 
thought to myself, sensing a possible escape. 

For a moment I broke away to get some more air, and 
that was the moment Mark sensed it was time to move on. 
He sat up and softly took hold of my shoulders. He 
kissed me, then laid me down on the bed, lying on my 
side with my back turned to him. I felt his weight 
shift on the bed, and soon enough I felt his muscular 
arms around me again from behind. 

His hips pressed against my ass, and he used one hand 
to lift my upper leg. This allowed his large and now 
slick member to press against my tight and even slicker 
pussy. Mark used the hand that had slipped underneath 
me to take hold of my breast, and his other hand to 
take my hand. He guided my hand towards his dick, and 
pressed it against it. He was clearly showing that I 
was the one who would have to decide what would happen, 
when and where. 

I knew what I to do, I had done this before, right? 
Well, I guess I had. I took hold of his slippery dick, 
just below the head, and pressed it against my pussy 
lips. After rubbing it there for a few moments, during 
which I became more and more convinced this wasn't 
going to work, I was at least convinced that things 
weren't going to get more slippery. Thankfully, I 
wasn't drying up from the tension. My body either 
didn't realize what it was getting into (or what was 
getting into it), or it felt up to the challenge. 

Feeling the head of his dick at my opening, I felt good 
enough to give it a try. I pushed and felt strain at my 
opening, and Mark didn't go in. I rubbed a few more 
times, opened my legs a little wider, and pushed again. 
No result. Meanwhile I could feel Mark getting 
impatient. He was rubbing my tit nervously, and was 
kissing my neck without full attention.

The next time I pushed I felt him push himself as well, 
and this hurt a little. For a moment I panicked again, 
thinking Mark would lose control and eventually push 
inside no matter the room he had. Then, in a moment of 
clarity I shifted myself a few degrees to allow for a 
better angle and pushed again. With Marks added 
pressure, I felt the head of his dick slip inside of 
me. With the improved angle, there was no pain but I 
felt a strong pressure on my stretched pussy. It was 
certainly a tight fit.

Mark used his free hand to turn my head a little, and 
he kissed me passionately. "That feels so good," he 
complimented, and I was able to force out a weak smile 
again. I pushed my hips down a little and I felt him 
slip in a little deeper. Mark then took a firm hold of 
my hip and began pushing the top end of his dick in and 
out of me. He was taking over, and I let him. I figured 
the worst was over, and it would only get better from 
here on. 

His dick got just a little deeper with every few 
pushes, but it certainly wasn't like I was able to take 
him comfortably. Still, it didn't hurt yet so I went 
with it, meeting his slow movements with my hips. All 
things considered, I guess I should be really amazed at 
Marks ability to control himself. 

I must have been really tight on him, and still he 
pushed in and out of me longer than I had usually 
experienced. His dick was now more than half way inside 
of me, and I guess it wasn't going to get any deeper in 
this position. My pussy felt is was stretched to its 
limits, but it also felt like it didn't need to stretch 
any further. 

Now with one hand on my breast and another tight around 
my waist, Mark pulled me against him tightly, and began 
to quicken his pace. While still kissing my turned 
head, he pushed in and out of me with quick, short 
strokes. This went for a few minutes, but it felt like 
forever to me. I was still straining from his size. 
Also, I decided somewhere around this point that I was 
definitely one of those women who would not climax from 
actual sex. If this didn't do it for me, I didn't want 
to know what would. 

I felt Mark stiffen a little, his short strokes became 
less controlled. He was nearing his climax and part of 
me looked forward to this ordeal being over. Then I 
felt him slowing down his strokes, until he came to a 
full stop with the tip of his dick just at the entrance 
of my pussy. After a long and deep kiss he very slowly 
pushed himself inside again. This he repeated a few 
times, in and out real slowly. I realized what he was 
doing and couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan. 
He was delaying his own orgasm so the sex would last 
longer! I briefly remembered the times when I was 
frustrated the sex had been over too soon when my 
boyfriend would come only a minute or two after 
entering me. At those times I may have wished for a guy 
with Mark's sexual stamina. But this was the other way 
around!

After what seemed like an hour of frustrating slow 
movement, Mark once again pulled me against him 
tightly. My breasts were becoming a little sore from 
the constant attention, but at least I felt him 
speeding up a little again. The position we were in 
didn't allow him to make those longs strokes quickly, 
so he resorted to the short, quick ones soon enough. He 
lasted even longer this time, and by the time I felt 
him stiffen up again I was already exhausted from the 
sexual efforts. 

I felt him shift a little and he was able to push half 
an inch deeper into me. I was still very tight there, 
and he needed only a few pushes more to help him over 
the edge. I felt his entire body becoming hard against 
me as he clutched me tightly and let out a groan as he 
reached orgasm. Usually you don't feel a thing of the 
actual ejaculation, but I felt this one all right. 
Mark's large and muscular body not only tightened up 
against me, but he shot his load inside of me, and 
because of the cramped space in there I felt it slowly 
streaming out of me a few moments later. Marks slowly 
body relaxed, and after a few strokes with his now 
shrinking dick, he pulled out of me. 

It felt like a new hole had been drilled into me. In a 
way, this was literally the case. This was most 
certainly what you would call 'screwing', as at 
literally refers to putting a screw into a tight spot 
that is barely large enough for it. Mark turned on his 
back and nearly fell off the bed. There really wasn't 
much room left over when we were side by side. 

In the old days I would use this time to head to the 
bathroom and clean myself up a little, but it was too 
late for that now anyway. The bed was a mess, but it 
would dry up eventually. Besides, I was too exhausted 
to get up. So I turned around and curled up against 
Mark, giving him a few kisses on the shoulder. He put 
his arm around me, pulled my head to his face and 
kissed me deeply. Then I lay my head on his shoulder, 
and we lay there for a few minutes, both breathing 
deeply.


Chapter Four


Now was the time to enjoy myself with his chest hair, 
and that's what I did. I ran my fingers through it and 
curled it around them. I teased his nipple and squeezed 
his muscles. Mark had his eyes closed, but his free 
hand managed to find my breast and he squeezed it 
gently. I thoroughly enjoyed these moments, because now 
the time was getting close that either Mark would fall 
asleep or Mark would decide he was going home. At least 
there was no pillow talk, and I was thankful. 'Was it 
good for you?' is such a destructive question. If it 
was, you were usually pretty sure about it. If you 
weren't sure about it, it was a bad idea to ask. 

While playing with Mark's chest, I glanced down at his 
penis. It was limp, very slick and not nearly as 
fearsome as it had been a few minutes ago. I smiled, in 
a way proud that I had tamed that monster, though it 
felt I had nearly sacrificed myself in doing so. My 
eyes wandered and found the clock, and I was surprised 
it was only twelve thirty. Two and a half hours ago we 
were kicked out of the gym, and here we were recovering 
from tonight's real work out. At that time I considered 
I was probably going to get a good nights sleep and 
still be on time for work the next day. 

Mark lifted my head and began kissing me softly again. 
He hadn't fallen asleep after all, but perhaps this was 
his goodbye kiss then. I felt a little sorry, because I 
could enjoy sleeping while lying against his body, even 
though it would mean a cramped night. I felt his hand 
stroking my belly, my behind, my hip, and then my 
breast again. This wasn't feeling like a goodbye kiss 
to me. Without breaking the kiss, I slowly crept down 
with my free hand and investigated my suspicion. 

After curling through his pubic hair as a diversion I 
felt a little lower and a shock went trough me. His 
dick was fully erect again and as huge as ever! Most 
men I had been with hadn't been able to recover in ten 
minutes like Mark just did. I think I hid my panic a 
little better than last time, because Mark didn't break 
the kiss and continued stroking by breast. 

Mark was a good kisser, and I really did enjoy those 
next few moments. He was kissing me passionately while 
gently stroking my breast. Meanwhile I was running my 
free hand through his chest hair again, which still 
felt very good. Eventually, my hand traveled over his 
flat stomach through his pubic hair towards his large 
organ again. I skipped the penis for a moment, and 
began lightly squeezing his balls. 

Compared to his dick, they didn't feel like they were 
unusually large. But I think if I could have gotten a 
good look at them I would have been able to say for 
certain that they were larger than usual. They felt 
just slightly smaller than a pair of eggs. At least one 
of them was, and the other was a little smaller than 
that. 

I wished I had gotten to examine Mark's balls before 
the first time, to see if the size changed after sex. 
It had felt like he had ejaculated a liter inside of 
me, but I knew that was just silly. Most of what had 
been spurted into me a good fifteen minutes ago hadn't 
come from Mark's testicles anyway.

I began stroking the shaft of his dick. I planned on 
slowly working my way up to the head, but Mark had 
other plans. He lifted himself from his lying position 
and gently pushed me on my back. I expected him to 
position himself on top of me, but for the moment he 
had other plans. He turned on his side and wrapped one 
arm around my shoulder and used his free hand to hold 
my head as he continued to kiss me. His dick had been 
draped across my thigh, and while I used one hand to 
rub through his hair I used the other one to start 
rubbing the head of his dick. This was clearly a 
sensitive area, because I felt a few good shivers 
running through Mark's body while I did that. 

Then Mark did what I had expected earlier; he moved on 
top of me slipped in between my legs. Again he used his 
arms to keep most of the weight off of me, but still he 
was pressed up against me nice and cozily. He freed one 
of his hands for a moment, and guided the head of his 
penis to press against my still slick opening. He began 
kissing me slowly again, while using his hips to rub 
his dick up and down against my pussy. Sensing Mark 
would need all the room he could get, I spread my legs 
as wide as was comfortable. Mark responded by pushing 
upward a little more. This firmly lodged the tip of his 
penis inside my opening, which clearly was not up to 
the task just yet. I felt frustrated that only about 
thirty minutes after being thoroughly opened by Mark, I 
felt almost as tight as before.

Apparently, Mark didn't mind or he was used to it in a 
way. He began pushing the tip in and out of my opening, 
which didn't cause a lot of energetic movement, but did 
get the juices flowing so to speak. I felt my fluids 
leaking between my ass cheeks and it tickled like 
crazy. This was the moment my opening couldn't get any 
juicier, and Mark apparently noticed this. He stopped 
his up and down motion and freed one hand once more to 
guide his dick, or actually to push his dick. After a 
firm but patient push, and resistance from my tight 
opening, the slippery knob at the top of his penis 
slowly slipped inside of me. Mark groaned, and his body 
stiffened. 

He almost came right then and there, the tight 
sensation being nearly too much for him. After a few 
moments, he dared to move again, but he did it slowly. 
Mark's hands returned to my sides, keeping his weight 
off of me, while still keeping me in a locked position. 
With slow, pistoning movements Mark eventually managed 
to squeeze half of his manhood inside of me. With our 
current position, that was the best that he would be 
able to do. 

While slowly fucking me with half of his length, Mark 
returned to kissing me deeply. This was a wonderful 
sensation. My upper half was completely locked into 
position, and I was only able to move my legs right 
now. I knew from my limited college experiences, that I 
would have to lift my legs up to give Mark more access 
and freedom of movement between my legs. I was having 
difficulty handling his size, but I was still curious 
somehow how it would feel to have more of him inside of 
me. But for the time being, I was enjoying myself too 
much to change our position.

This slow, half-fucking seemed to go on for hours, 
though it was probably a few minutes at most. I felt 
Mark getting slightly irregular at his short strokes. 
He was trying to pull back a little more each time, and 
I guessed he was trying to make longer movements. I 
sensed it was time for action on my part. When he was 
halfway inside again, I slipped my hands down to his 
hips to keep him in place for a moment. Then I lifted 
my legs up as far as I could effectively folding myself 
and completely exposing myself to Mark. This gave him 
complete access and he knew it. He broke the kiss for a 
moment and gave me a heartwarming smile as if I had 
just done him the biggest favor ever.

Mark lifted himself up, supporting himself with his 
arms and pulled his dick out almost completely, then 
slowly pushed back in almost as far in as it would go. 
Very slowly he began pushing in and out again, opening 
up a new region inside of me with every push. After 
what seemed like a very long time he was sliding almost 
his entire length in and out of me with every stroke. 
He started to speed up, still making those long strokes 
in and out of me. Mark's head was starting to turn red 
and he was sweating; clearly this was an effort for him 
as well. Audible slurping sounds were being produced as 
well, if it wasn't so good it would be almost gross.

And how was I feeling during all of this? I couldn't 
begin to describe it. First of all, I had never had 
actual sex for this long before. And Mark was screwing 
me with by far the largest dick I had ever had inside 
of me. The only way I can put it, is that I was being 
thoroughly fucked. I didn't climax, but I felt some 
sensations I never felt before, that was for sure. I 
could feel his entire dick inside of me all the time, 
stretching my insides every time again. I was too tight 
for Mark, and only the large quantity of slick juices 
made all this possible. So despite the obvious effort, 
it was a heavenly experience.

I wasn't being pinned down any more, the only contact 
between us was Mark's dick inside of me, so I had 
complete freedom of movement. At first my arms were 
limply lying on the bed, but soon enough I needed them 
to keep my legs up. I wasn't going to keep this up much 
longer. Then I felt Mark shortening his strokes, 
keeping himself as deep inside of me as he could. He 
was about to come, and I decided I wanted to be a part 
of it. I pulled him towards me with my arms and legs 
around him and I kissed him deeply. Firmly embraced by 
me, Mark managed his last few pushes inside of me. With 
his last deep push I felt his entire body tensing up. 
Again I felt his ejaculation deep within me, and Mark 
uttered a loud groan of release. 

Mark's body shuddered, and I felt almost every part of 
his orgasm as if it was one of my own. More sperm was 
coming out of him now, and already I could feel it 
leaking out of me. The bed was going to be a mess. Mark 
made a few short strokes with his still engorged organ, 
but his climax was quickly running to its end. With 
each soft push his body trembled, as his penis was now 
super sensitive. At last, I could feel his dick 
becoming a little smaller, and he began to pull out. 

A slurping sound was heard as he pulled out, and as 
exhausted as I was, I still managed a weak giggle. Both 
exhausted, we managed to displace our bodies a little 
to avoid the stain in the sheet. Mark turned me on my 
side and pushed himself against my back, spooning me. I 
felt his limp penis settling in the crack between my 
upper thighs. Mark then used his arms to hug me 
tightly. I generally love hugs, and way Mark was 
holding me now was maybe the best hug I ever had.

My eyes were on the clock on the nightstand. I was 
amazed it was only a few minutes after one. My most 
thorough fuck ever had lasted little over ten minutes. 
Still a record for me, of course, but it had seemed to 
last hours. Completely exhausted, I fell asleep into a 
very warm dream of which I remember nothing.


Chapter Five


I slept deeply, but when I woke up I first entered a 
half waking state in which I realized only little of 
where I was. I first noticed the clock, which was on 
4.12 AM. I felt Mark's arms around me, and this felt 
very good. I felt Marks body against me, and the warm 
feeling it caused was also very pleasant. I felt a wet 
spot at my knees, and I realized it was probably the 
considerable stain we had caused earlier that hadn't 
dried up yet. Then I realized I also felt Mark's penis, 
once again erect and throbbing, pushing against the 
crack of my ass. 

This shocked me at first, and I briefly considered Mark 
was trying to screw me in my sleep. But as I became a 
little more awake, I began noticing what was really 
happening. Mark's breathing was short and agitated, but 
his embrace was still a bit loose. He was holding as 
still as he could, and only his dick was actively 
pushing against me. I guessed he was awake, exited and 
ready to go, so to speak, but also keeping quiet in an 
effort 
not to wake me.

I considered briefly to hold still and pretend I was 
still sleeping. Perhaps Mark would fall asleep 
eventually. But then I remembered how long he had been 
hard the previous times. This had to be quite 
uncomfortable for him, and who knew how long he had 
been awake already at that moment. I thought about 
asking if he was awake, but decided against it. There 
had been very little talk between us, and action had 
always seemed more appropriate. I lifted my leg a 
little to allow for a little room between my thighs. 
With a short jerk, Mark's dick slipped between my legs 
and pressed against my labia. I turned my head sideways 
and his lips found mine soon enough. 

Mark clearly didn't want to sacrifice his hold on me to 
allow for better kissing, so it was a light touch that 
emphasized the contact at my mound. One of his hands 
had cupped one of my breasts. Despite Mark having large 
hands he couldn't cup it completely, so held it as best 
as he could as he started tweaking the nipple. 

His other hand explored my pussy lips. I was only awake 
for a few minutes, so I wasn't as moist as I had been 
before. Mark realized he had some work to do, so he 
licked his own fingers and began massaging my pussy 
lips. After moistening the outer lips my pussy slowly 
began juicing up. Mark switched his attention to my 
clit, circling it with one finger and occasionally 
giving it a flick. Meanwhile, he shifted his position a 
little, and the head of his dick was soon locked again 
against my opening. He was clearly working to moisten 
things so he could squeeze his dick in once again. And 
if I didn't know better, I would have considered all 
this very self-centered. 

Again, Mark felt resistance from my tightness as he 
tried to push in. My guess was he had been awake for 
some time, holding still with only his erection telling 
him to make his move. He was clearly impatient and was 
pushing at my entrance despite the current lack of 
fluids there to make it easy. Back in my college days, 
I had resorted to blowing my boyfriend off when my 
pussy didn't appear to be in the mood. But by know I 
knew that getting this huge organ in my mouth was 
impossible. If Mark was going to get a release, for the 
third time I might add, it was going to have to be 
inside me again. 

I took hold of the penis' tip and began smearing some 
juices over it. Part of me wanted my body to recover 
for a few weeks, but part of me wanted to have sex 
again as I we had had only a few hours ago. It took a 
good few minutes, and I felt Mark pushing impatiently, 
but then I decided I was as slick as I was going to be. 
I pushed the head of his penis against my entrance, and 
pushed down a little. 

Sensing my effort, Mark pushed upward himself and the 
miracle happened: he slipped in. Marks left hand was 
still holding my breast, he now used his other hand to 
firmly grasp my hip. He started his in- and out motions 
again and began pushing himself half way inside me 
again. From behind, He was able to get three quarters 
of his dick in before movement would be uncomfortable. 

This time I was completely locked in my current 
position. Mark's arms and body were keeping me in this 
position and I realized I was only able to move by 
fighting Mark. At that particular moment I thought 
realized what it felt like to be a sex object. I was 
merely here to be wrapped around Mark's dick and 
relieve him of excess sperm, though I had to doubt he 
had excess left. More likely, he was tapping into the 
reserves now. Then, I felt Mark slowing down his 
motions again, probably prolonging the sex again. 

After a short pause during which he kissed me deeply, 
he began to slowly fuck me again. It was nothing like 
the thorough fuck he had given me earlier, during which 
he had been able to slide his entire length in and out 
of me, but my pussy was being stretched to her limits 
once again. Mark made no effort to hold back this time, 
a few minutes later his strokes became shorter and 
shorter until he made one final push deep inside of me 
while his entire body stiffened as he came deep inside 
me for the third time. 

He embraced me tightly as he came, and I felt his body 
shudder for minutes. It was truly an intimate moment, 
as he groaned in my neck and trembled against me. Again 
I felt him ejaculate inside me, and again I felt his 
fluids run out of me a few moments later. It all made a 
sticky mess on my inner thigh this time. And as Mark 
finally pulled out of me, I declared this a perfect 
time to visit my bathroom.

Mark and I cleaned ourselves up as well as we could, 
and I managed to clean up some mess with the towel I 
had used earlier. All this time no words were spoken, 
but as soon as I returned to bed, Mark kissed me deeply 
and looked at me with a smile that said a thousand 
words. Either he was a good faker, or he was thoroughly 
enjoying himself here tonight. This pleased me, though 
I had to admit I would have preferred Mark with a 
slightly smaller penis. 

The thought itself amused me though. Back in college, 
us girls had joked endlessly about guys who were well 
hung. And here I was. feeling sorry for myself because 
I had been stretched open like I had been. Still, I 
didn't feel any pain, just the sensation of being 
stretched. Like when you spread your legs a little 
further than you know you should. 

After a few deep kisses, Mark amused himself with 
massaging my breast for a few minutes. He was lying on 
his back, and I had my head on his shoulder. Both of us 
were rapidly falling asleep. If I hadn't been 
completely exhausted before, I was now. Even Mark, with 
his athletic build and excellent shape seemed somewhat 
tired. He was warm and a bit sweaty, and his breathing 
was deep for a few minutes. My free hand was firmly 
embedded in Mark's chest hair as I finally dozed off.


Chapter Six


A healthy dose of sunlight was creeping into my room, 
and the clock was about to show the 8 am in the 
morning. I hadn't set the alarm, and despite my 
exhaustion in the middle of the night, I had woken up 
in time to be able to go to work. Not that I was going 
anywhere in a hurry, though. I was expected at nine, 
but it generally wasn't a problem if I was a little 
late. I had already decided to make use of that 
privilege. Not only was I too tired to go anywhere 
quickly, I was also quite comfortable in my current 
position. Mark was lying on his back, still asleep, and 
I had my head on his shoulder, my left hand softly 
stroking his muscular chest. 

It was warm in my room, and the covers were turned 
back. With Mark lying on his back, his almost ever 
present erection was clearly in my sight. I was 
familiar with this concept, an erection in the morning 
when the owner was still asleep, and it had always 
fascinated me a little. I also knew that these morning 
erections could sometimes result in wet dreams when 
there was excess sperm to get rid off. I had witnessed 
this myself with my college boyfriend on some morning 
when I had refused sex the night before, and it had 
been very exciting to watch. I didn't expect anything 
like that to happen now, though. Mark was certainly 
without excess sperm at the moment. 

I took this quiet moment to examine Mark's impressive 
penis. It was beautifully shaped, with a slight curve 
upward in the shaft, and a large pink head at the top. 
I still had difficulty imagining this size being able 
to fit inside me, but I was no longer nervous about 
having to fit it in. It had been done before, if Mark 
wanted to put his morning erection to good use, it 
would be possible again. I cupped Mark's balls softly, 
and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

His dick twitched a little, and started to leak a 
little pre cum. With a naughty smile I slowly raised 
myself and bent over Mark's dick. I licked the head of 
it, then softly put my lips around it, taking in as 
much as I could without using my teeth. Mark's dick 
twitched again, and he moaned softly. He was still 
asleep, and I was almost convinced I was able to make 
him come in his sleep like this. I realized that 
everything that was happening right now was strictly 
biological, and had little to do with me. So, I decided 
to postpone my efforts and wake up Mark first.

Bending over his face, with my breasts pushing into his 
chest hair, tickling me slightly, I softly pushed my 
lips against his and started kissing him. It took me a 
few moments of soft kissing, before I noticed a 
response. Mark began kissing me back, and soon enough I 
felt his arms slipping around me. The kissing was good, 
and I wanted to go on for a while, but I knew that if I 
waited too long, Mark would probably take over. 

I broke the kiss, and made a slow trail of kisses down 
towards his waiting dick. When I arrived, it seemed to 
have grown even more, perhaps with the excitement of 
the moment, or the anticipation of more sex. In any 
case, there had been no way I would have been able to 
give Mark a proper blow job before, and there was 
certainly no way now. But I didn't care, I would do my 
best to give Mark a good time waking up.

I wrapped my hands around the shaft, and began stroking 
it gently. I used my mouth to give the head of dick 
very wet kisses, making sure to use a lot of tongue. 
Mark had surrendered completely to me and was enjoying 
the ride. After a few minutes of this, Mark let out a 
soft groan, and began to involuntarily push his hips 
upward. I began to slowly speed up my pace of my 
strokes and applied a little more pressure on the 
shaft. I kept this up several minutes, during which 
Mark seemed to be getting closer and closer to coming. 

He began bucking his hips upward, and was now breathing 
loudly. I realized I was going to be able to do what I 
hadn't been able to do last night, making Mark come 
without having to squeeze his ample size inside of me. 
Part of me welcomed this, put part of me also wanted to 
do this the 'proper' way. I hesitated for a moment, and 
shifted my position. During this slight movement, I 
felt a warm slippery feeling between my legs and I 
realized I was very wet with excitement myself!

That settled it, my body had apparently made its 
decision. I contemplated for a moment lying down and 
have Mark on top of me, but in a bold moment I decided 
to mount Mark myself. I straddled his chest, and kissed 
him deeply. Mark's response was very passionate and 
almost uncontrolled, but I quickly felt him raising his 
hips in an effort to make contact. I broke the kiss, 
and moved down, settling across his hips. When I 
lowered myself, I felt his throbbing rod pushing 
against my ass. Supporting myself with one hand, I 
reached between my legs and firmly took hold of Mark's 
dick, and guided the head towards the slick opening of 
my pussy. 

I tried to push it in gently, but again I felt 
resistance. Frustration took a hold of me for a moment. 
We were both as slippery as we were going to get, and I 
had been able to squeeze Mark's monstrous dick inside 
me three times already. Mark groaned, he was close now. 
He balled his hands into fists, clearly restraining 
himself from doing the big push himself. I was getting 
a little desperate myself as well. How much getting 
used to Mark's size would I need? I guessed it wasn't 
going to be a fast entry anytime soon. I rubbed the 
head of Marks dick against my opening, then lodged it's 
tip firmly inside of me. I shifted my weight a little, 
resting myself a little on Mark's penis. 

That did the trick; the pressure applied and the 
slickness of the head allowed me to slide him in 
slowly. I lowered myself ever so slowly, sometimes 
stopping for a moment to adjust the angle. Mark groaned 
some more, his eyes closed. This time he was really 
putting in some effort to control himself. I was glad 
he did this time, it would be a shame if Mark came only 
moments after I finally squeezed him in. 

Finally, my butt came to a rest straddling Mark's hips. 
I was sitting up straight, and I remembered that this 
was one position I had always tried to avoid. It made 
such a display of my breasts, especially with the 
sunlight now completely lighting my room. And if I 
wanted to bend over to kiss Mark, they would hang from 
my chest like big udders. But even after one short 
night, I was now completely comfortable with Mark, 
though I decided I wouldn't be bending over to kiss him 
just yet. 

My pussy once again felt completely stretched to its 
natural limit, and I realized this was probably the 
first time I had his entire length inside of me. The 
word 'impaled' came to mind, and I began to wonder if I 
was able to move in this position..

"You look absolutely gorgeous," Mark commented with a 
smile, and his compliment managed to deepen my blush. 
He reached up, and tried to hold a breast in each of 
his hands. He rubbed them a few times, and then tweaked 
the nipples. He then dropped his arms to my hips again, 
and took a good hold of them. I wriggled a little, and 
tried to make an up-and-down movement, but I failed 
miserably. Mark then reached up again, and took hold of 
my face. 

He gently pulled me towards him, until I was bent down, 
kissing Mark deeply. Now, I was lying on top of Mark, 
my legs spread wide open and his massive cock still 
inside me. After the deep kiss, Mark moved his hands to 
my ass cheeks, and squeezed them. At the same time, he 
began his own sliding motions. In this position, I was 
able to meet his thrusts a little. 

With all the slickness, we were soon making sopping 
sounds, and Mark was sliding half his length in and out 
of me with relative ease. I still felt stretched, but I 
was apparently getting used to it. The fast fucking 
Mark was doing to me felt wonderful, and after a few 
minutes I felt him getting irregular at his strokes. 
When he nearly came, he grasped me firmly, and pushed 
in and out of me slowly and deeply a few last times. 
Then I felt his body tense up completely as he gave the 
final push. Again, I felt his sperm shooting inside of 
me, with a force as if Mark hadn't had sex in months. 
Mark groaned loudly, and again his climax felt partly 
as one of my own. 

We lay there like that for minutes. Mark on his back, 
me on top of him. My breasts squeezed in between us, 
his engorged dick still inside me, and his sperm slowly 
leaking out of me. I hardly noticed all of this. Our 
heads were close but we weren't kissing; we both needed 
the air I suppose. After minutes of lying like this, I 
slipped off of him, and curled up beside him. I was 
gently drifting back to sleep, when I realized that 
getting to work somewhere today seemed like a prudent 
idea. It took all of my motivation, but I managed to 
get up out of bed. My legs hurt from the exercise, both 
last night and throughout the night. I bent over Mark 
and kissed him lightly on the lips: "I’m going to take 
a shower."


Chapter Seven


With slow painful movements I made my way to the 
shower. On the way, I glanced in the mirror. My God, I 
was a mess. My face was all red and my hair was 
pointing in every direction. A shower would take care 
of all of that, though. A long, hot shower, that would 
do the trick. I slipped into the stall and turned on 
the water. Moments later I was thoroughly washing my 
hair, and I made sure I really took my time with this. 
While I was massaging my hair, I couldn't help but 
wonder if this what Mark's relation had been like, and 
if it would be like this if we would see each other 
again. 

Four highly intensive love making sessions in a night 
was already hard work, but what if you got all of this 
on a regular basis? I wasn't really enthusiastic at the 
thought, but part of me was thrilled just thinking 
about it. Did Mark and his ex make love every night? 
Did they make love more than once, every night? Mark 
did seem quite a lot more potent than most guys I had 
been with. I wondered how I would hold up, being with a 
stallion like Mark. Because that was what he was, as 
close to a stallion as a man could get. I couldn't make 
a decision at that time, I was both inclined to believe 
I wouldn't last a week, and that it would be a sexual 
heaven. 

I was about to start rinsing the shampoo out of my hair 
when I heard the door open. Seconds later, Mark slipped 
into the shower with me. I had my eyes closed because 
of the shampoo, so I couldn’t verify, but I fully 
expected a fully engorged erection to be squeezed 
against me in moments. But when Mark embraced me and 
carefully kissed me on the lips, I felt no such thing. 
For a moment I was disappointed, then I almost had to 
laugh at myself. So he wasn’t Superman quite yet, even 
though he had come a very long way. Mark started 
soaping himself while I rinsed out the shampoo. I was 
then able to verify his dick had returned to normal 
proportions. I smiled, and became convinced I had 
finally tamed the wild beast at Mark's crotch. 

Mark took my shower gel, and slowly began soaping me 
in. As could be expected he took a long time soaping 
and massaging my breasts. He slowly rubbed them in 
circling motions, while he bent his head to kiss me. We 
stood there kissing and petting while all the soap 
washed from our bodies. I then turned off the shower, 
and continued kissing for a few moments, our dripping 
wet bodies squeezed together. I then got out of the 
shower, and handed Mark a towel. 

Later, we were having a quick and quiet breakfast. I 
was amazed how few were words were being spoken between 
us, but it hardly bothered me. Maybe someday I would 
have a long conversation with Mark, or maybe not. Maybe 
I would see Mark again, or maybe not. Maybe we would 
have sex again some day, or maybe not. First, I would 
have to figure if I wanted that, at all. 

After a while, the silence became uncomfortable, as 
breakfast finished for a few minutes already. Then, 
Mark picked up his coat and reached into the pocket. "I 
know its not the most romantic thing to do," he said, 
as he handed me a small business card, "but I can’t 
leave without at least giving you my address."

I smiled, thinking it was a bit of a blunt thing to do. 
I opened up my purse, and put Mark’s card in, and 
handed him one of my own in return. I grinned as he 
looked a little surprised at that. There, we had sex 
four incredibly intense times that night, and now 
simply exchanged business cards. As if we had met for a 
drink last night, and nothing else had happened.

The kiss goodbye at the door was almost one like on a 
first date. Nervous, and without any other contact than 
the lips. I sensed Mark’s hand was near my hip, but he 
didn’t touch me. For a moment, I thought of it as a 
final goodbye. Mark had had his pleasure for the night, 
and that would be it for us. Part of me was relieved. 
But when he looked back as he took the stairs, his eyes 
said something else. He would call me again someday. 
And as I stood there watching him leave, I relived the 
warmth of the night. Part of me wanted him to call 
again. Part of me needed to.


Epilogue:


Way past lunch time, I confessed to the other girls 
that I ‘met a guy’ at the gym last night. I assured 
them I had been a good girl, and nothing had happened, 
but I suppose they knew better from the look of me. I 
had to describe Mark detail, and as soon as they found 
out he was a hunk, I had to describe him in more 
detail.

"Does he have a big one?" Cathy asked at one point. 
"How am I supposed to know?!" I exclaimed in return. 

"Well you said he had tight shorts," Cathy replied, 
with a grin on her face. "Don’t tell me you didn’t 
check out his package?"

My face became a deep shade of red. "I suppose he had 
nothing to be ashamed of there," I answered, not doing 
Mark’s godly rod any justice.

We spent the rest of the day arguing if I should call 
Mark again, and when I should do that. Or if I should 
wait for Mark to call me again, and how eager I should 
be to see him again. You know, girl stuff. That night, 
the three of us went out for drinks, and although we 
talked about a lot of things, Mark returned often as a 
subject. Late at night, I managed to confess I had 
slept with Mark and Cathy’s first response had been a 
playful: "Oh you naughty slut!" 

Then, of course, she wanted to verify again if he had 
had a big one. I confirmed this in very vague 
descriptions, still not doing his godly rod any 
justice. Tanya had then called me a very lucky girl 
with an evil smile, and the discussion had then 
returned to me and Mark seeing each other again. 

Two days later, we were still giggling about it, and 
the other girls were still pestering me. Mark however, 
hadn’t called yet. Only part of me regretted that. The 
other part, didn’t even dare to pick up the phone when 
it rang. I probably would see him at the gym again, but 
would he call before then? I didn’t know if I dared to 
hope for it.


To be continued?

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