Semi-autobiographical experiment

This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I’m writing it partly because a very different kind of writing is becoming part of my job, posting my wank fantasies anonymously on LPSG seems like a fun way to practice. The ‘me’ in this story is based on the real me only with a much bigger dick. I like to keep my fantasies somewhat based in reality, which is why this is going to start in a slightly odd way...

When I was younger I was kind of a geek and a pothead, I’d managed to lose my virginity at 19 and had a few, mostly disastrous, one night stands. My taste in music, video games and the people I hung around smoking weed with meant I rarely met women.

I’d never really been in a relationship so when I met a girl at 27 who I finally connected with and had, what I thought at the time was, great sex with I fell madly in love. We were together for 13 years, ten of them married. The sex wasn’t as great at the end, she only wanted it a couple of times a week and never for long enough for me to cum without one of us finishing me by hand. This undoubtedly contributed to her suddenly demanding a divorce.

I was totally devastated and could think of nothing but my impending divorce. Being a geek I googled for help and found a local support group for people going through what I was. Normally something like this would be way out of character but I was at that stage where talking to anyone who would listen made me feel better.

I attended the group and there were 12 people, mostly around my age, they played us a movie and then asked us to introduce ourselves. That first night few wanted to talk but I just let it pour out as did one other woman, Sue. The two of us did maybe 80% of the speaking about our fucked up relationships that first night. After the meeting the organisers said that sometimes people went to the local pub afterwards. I went to the pub along with four other group members, partly because one of the four was Sue.

The five of us hung around at the bar awkwardly but Sue and I seemed to have a real connection, we just stood and chatted at the bar, our heads only a few feet apart for a couple of hours solid. It was the happiest i’d felt for a long time. I was feeling incredibly attracted to this woman but knew I was in a very confused place and shouldn’t even be thinking of doing anything about it. I spent a large part of those two hours looking at her.

She was petite, kind of like my wife and totally not my fantasy woman (tall and curvy, even what most guys consider fat), OK, maybe she was a little curvier it was hard to see, she was wearing baggy jogging pants and a sweatshirt. Yeah, she had some boobs under there, not huge, maybe a C cup and maybe a little low...

Her face was interesting too, short blonde hair, not stunningly pretty but very open with pale eyelashes. No makeup at all, then I remembered she’d said she was 42 (even older than me) and realised that for her age and with no makeup, she was fucking hot. She had a few lines but fuck, she was gorgeous, the more I looked at her the more I wanted her, she was completely natural. I looked down again and realised that the reason her boobs were hanging kind of low was that she wasn’t wearing a bra, fuck, she has an amazing body under those baggy clothes.

I guess, now that i’ve described her I should describe myself. I’m a fat bastard, 5’11 and have varied between 230 and 280 pounds all my adult life, at this point, thanks to the stress of my breakup and that I was using exercise a little to help get my head together, I was maybe 240 and looking the best i’d looked for a while. People who know I have a big dick kind of assume that women are going to be checking it out all the time but it just doesn’t happen when you’re overweight, specially when you’re a grower and only maybe 4” soft. The problem was, looking at Sue had given me a serious semi, I had to go to the restroom to rearrange myself, I wear tight underwear because I like my balls to be supported but as my cock starts to inflate into I look ridiculous. I’d let my fat 8” semi out of the side and down my right pant leg. Being in this situation in a bar reminded me of times in my youth where girls had noticed it and reacted in various ways.

I found myself wondering what kind Sue might be. My cock swelled a little more

Usually they backed away, occasionally I’d get slapped for being a pervert and getting a ‘hardon’ and rarely, a girl would really dig it and we’d have a bit of fun but the reality of dealing with my fully erect size on a regular basis was something only one woman i’d ever known had managed, and she wanted divorce. I was thinking about my fucking wife and my fucked life again. The swelling went down and I returned to the bar and Sue, where we continued to talk about our disastrous relationships. This was far too weird a way to meet someone for sex but I really liked talking to her, this relationship seemed doomed to be just friends...


Too weird? i’m a shit writer? anyone want me to continue? comments please.

yes. awesome go.

Like the way it's starting out. Pretty good so far!!

So, I kept going to the meetings, Sue and I continued to talk more than anyone else in those meetings and kind of became the core of the group, several of us became very close friends. Sue and I were firmly in friendship territory. I continued to lust over her but kept it under control, she was clearly into me but I didn’t have the confidence to risk the friendship so I did nothing about it. How could a guy with a dick like mine be lacking confidence? I know it sounds crazy but up to then it had been more of a hindrance than a help. Back then I was kind of embarrassed by it.

Occasionally i’d study the way she looked or moved a little too hard and i’d get a semi. If she ever noticed, she never reacted, which was kind of a relief actually. When I was younger it only seemed to be slutty girls that noticed and I didn’t really want Sue to be one of those.

Slutty girls like big dicks, if you have a fat 8” semi bulging half way to your knee they assume it’s an erection. Unfortunately some of them freak out when it keeps growing longer and, even more of a problem, gets thicker than my own chubby wrist.

The ones that don’t freak out want to see how much they can take but, in my limited experience very few could take much more than the tip and only one woman had ever wanted to take me on as a boyfriend or even fuck me more than a couple of times..

Maybe Sue had spotted it but didn’t want to talk about it, cool, we were friends, why would she? at least she hadn’t instantly assumed I was some sort of pervert like some girls from my distant past had. We continued to be just friends. Very close friends.

It would be cool to be able to tell the story of how that close friendship turned into her being the woman to awaken my dormant sexual confidence but it didn’t happen like that, that task was handled over the coming months by a string of other women, these are tales I may well tell later but for now, this is the tale of me and Sue.

At the end of the course the group that had been meeting in the pub all went for a meal. She came in dressed rather differently than the all natural woman I’d been lusting after.

She was wearing heels, making her at least 3” taller, a tight dress that showed off her slim athletic body with just a few femininity enhancing extra pounds, those gorgeous, soft swinging C cups that i’d watched through those baggy sweat shirts were hoisted into a very impressive clevage but her face was the thing, she looked amazing. I love her natural look and would have said she was wearing far too much but I hate to say it, she looked ten years younger. She seriously could have passed for 25. I hate to use the term but she was a ’10’, not just a 10 for a 42 year old, a fucking 10 for any guy who appreciates a woman can be hot over 25. She was way out of my league.

At this point another guy in the group suddenly got interested, he was a recently divorced lawyer and only 32 who actually showed up to meetings in a suit, he was the alpha male and asked her out, within weeks they were living together.

Sue and I remained friends for about a year after the course ended though we saw less and less of each other, we both had other people in our lives. The last time I saw her was just to help fix the virus checker on her computer.

Then, after I hadn’t seen her for an entire year when out of the blue, she suddenly phoned.

I hoped she was going to tell me she’d broken up with the lawyer but all she wanted was for me to help her out with the fucking antivirus software i’d set her up with six months earlier. Who cared? it’d be nice to see her again. Anyway, I was no longer feeling desperate and was getting plenty of sex elsewhere, why did I even care about her and the lawyer?

So I went to visit her, I got to see the inside of her bedroom but only because that’s where her computer desk was. I updated the software and left it doing a full scan, which gave us a couple of hours to catch up...

She made a cup of tea and we sat and talked, we had a lot to catch up on. She told me how it hadn’t worked out for her and the lawyer. I told her of the relationship I was in, the subject eventually got on to sex.

Thanks for the positive feedback and thanks for your patience. I know this is kind of slow moving so far but i'm trying to set up something with some reality here. The story so far is 100% true except for the parts about the huge dick. From here on it kind of detaches from reality somewhat and becomes hopefully a little more exciting.

So my good friend Sue and I were sitting discussing sex over a cup of tea, this was cool. Thanks to the things that had been going on in my life since I last saw her I was rather more able to enjoy this.

She’d always been rather more outgoing than me but I think she could tell something had changed in me because, after a while she said “you must be able to fuck whoever you want with a huge cock like yours”. I said “not really, it’s more of a problem than anything else”. I have to admit that this really wasn’t true anymore but i’d come to realise that just saying it could be a huge turn on, for some girls at least...

I went on to say “Seriously it’s a problem, sometimes girls won’t even let it near their pussy, the most useful thing it’s done is force me to get very good at oral”. She laughed and said “So these are the chat up lines you’re using to get women into bed?”, “no, it’s all true” I replied and grinned. She said “don’t exaggerate, I know how big it is i’ve seen the bulge”, by now I had rather more than a semi, not fully hard, it takes a little manipulation or the taste of pussy to get fully erect these days but it was certainly bigger than it had ever been around her. She looked at it and exclaimed “Fucking hell, that’s even bigger than I remember!” and then simply reached out, she slowly stroked her fingers down the length, then tried to wrap them around it but couldn’t thanks to the stretched fabric of my pants. I undid my belt and fly and let her take it out.

She reached in and pulled out my still not quite erect cock, exclaiming “it’s not even hard yet!”, she then asked “is it? some of the really big ones i’ve seen in porn don’t seem to get any harder than this”. I asked “why don’t you find out” as I stood up and dropped my pants.
She stepped back and stripped off, which consisted of simply throwing off her baggy clothes, she was incredible, every bit as athletic as i’d imagined and those boobs were even more perfect than i’d hoped. slightly saggy in contrast with her hard little body but with fantastic upward pointing nipples. Fuck, she knew she was hot naked too. She elegantly dropped to her knees and would have looked like a porn star if she’d been covered in makeup. She wasn’t, she looked hotter than any port star i’d ever seen, or was I just thinking that because she was actually there? No, she was fucking gorgeous.

She started into my eyes and grinned she wrapped both hands around my cock. “look at how far my thumb and fingers are apart” she said laughing, I looked down and saw the thumb and middle finger of her right hand, wrapped around the base of my cock, were almost two inches apart. I love girls with small hands. She then circled her lips over my cock head which thankfully wasn’t built at quite the same scale as the rest of it.

She sucked it expertly while wanking with both hands, she was fucking amazing, sucking and gently biting the head. Shit, I didn’t know I could still get this hard! She pulled her head back, kissed the tip, ran her tongue roughly round the corona and suddenly I lost control, this was weird for me as I usually found it hard to cum but as she switched back from licking to sucking I blew what felt like a massive load into her lovely mouth. Not that I saw any of it, she swallowed, stuck out a spunk-free tongue and grinned again. I hadn’t cum that quickly since I was a teen.

I said “your turn, can we go to the bedroom?”, I followed her up the stairs, watching her perfect ass just inches from my face, we walked past the forgotten computer and she jumped onto the bed rolled onto her back and said “I hope you weren’t bullshitting me about the oral” as she spread her gorgeous legs.

I wasn’t bullshitting about the oral. What I hadn’t realised is that all those years with my semi-frigid wife had taught me a thing or two. As a 40 year old soon-to-be divorcee I’d finally worked out how to turn “you aren’t getting anywhere near me with that thing” into “maybe we can just try the tip”.

Her pussy looked incredible, fat succulent labia under a completely untrimmed bush, very wet. So wet it had spread over the tops of her thighs and was giving off an amazing aroma as it evaporated from her body heat. I put my face so close I could feel her pubes against my lips and breathed in deeply, my god, the smell, I could feel the blood rushing back into my cock but stayed focused on the job in hand.

It had taken a while to get really good at oral, my wife couldn’t cum from anything other than ten minutes of very rough tonguing. I’d recently learned not all women like the same thing, best to start very slowly and work up, just in case...

I gently kissed a wet patch of inner thigh and she gasped, fuck, she’s a sensitive one, I continued to run my lips around her thighs, barely touching until they were brushing against her lips, this made her squirm and moan. I then kissed in a circle around her clit, getting close but not touching, I breathed in again before exhaling, she shuddered and moaned just from the breath, she was really turned on, I pulled back to look at her pussy and parted her lips with my fingers, a fairly large and very erect clit glistened back at me, “fuck, I need to suck that” I thought and slipped my mouth over it and started to suck. “Too much” she said as she pushed my head away from her pussy.

OK, it’s like that is it? I slowly placed my lips around the top of her pussy, not sucking yet but holding her open with my mouth as I gently drew circles around her glistening clit with my tongue, almost immediately she had started moaning loudly and shuddering as my mouth filled with an amazing amount of a salty liquid, if I hadn’t read about squirters i’d have assumed she’d pissed in my mouth, maybe that’s all squirting is and she had pissed in my mouth, I didn’t fucking care it was hot and i’d never known a woman cum so easily. I kissed her once more and then worked my way up her torso, I kissed a nipple and gave it a playful suck before working my way up her neck and, for the first time ever, kissed those gorgeous lips. Our tongues entagled. Fuck, she was an amazing kisser too, who knew? weird to think that we’d pecked each other on the cheek so many times before.

We kissed for a long time, I wouldn’t like to giess for how long but be the time we stopped my cock was achingly hard again, so hard it was painful to have it pointing down. I rolled over onto my side and let it swing up between us, she reached out and held it. “You know there is no way i’m letting this thing near my pussy” she said, “it’s pretty near now” I replied as I playfully slapped her dripping snatch with my cock head. she replied “you know what I mean” before reaching for it again and opening her mouth wide.

Relaxed on the bed with my cock still sensitive from cumming recently, this felt even better than before but there was no way I was going to be cumming again for a while, I laid back and enjoyed it but started to worry she’d be getting bored. I shouldn’t have worried, she clearly loved it, she knew how to use her hands and mouth to get my cock harder than i’d ever known. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even cum from a blowjob before today and it was starting to feel like I might cum again very soon. I desperately wanted to at least try to fuck her but if there was going to be any chance of that happening, she was going to have to be in a state of extreme arousal and that pussy was going to have to be taught to handle a bit more of a pounding...

I imagine after reading the last post a reader might be wondering what had happened in my life to turn me from the desperate idiot who thought he might never have good sex again into a cocky bastard who thought he was god’s gift to pussy, was it because I’d continued to lose weight, become a gorgeous superstud and I was now having to beat women off with a shitty stick? I wish I could tell you it was but it wasn’t. Since i’d last seen Sue i’d actually put about 10 pounds back on. The thing that had turned me into a cocky bastard who thought he was god’s gift to pussy was discovering that there are women out there who appreciate, no more than that, need a really fat cock.

Maybe i’ll put the tale of how I finally got Sue to change her mind about letting it “near” her pussy on hold while I tell tell more about how that change in attitude happened. To do that I need to rewind almost two years to just a week or so after I met Sue.

About a month after demanding a divorce my wife joined a dating site. I found out because, and I hate to admit it, i’d been monitoring her emails for evidence of an affair. I’d found none and suspected she might be using a different email, it was kind of a relief to see she was looking for a guy (it meant she was still using that email and presumably, not already with someone) but kind of scary, I didn’t want this divorce, we had kids, I still loved her and she was the best fuck i’d ever had. More than that, she was the only good fuck i’d ever had. The idea of her fucking someone else filled me with dread. How would I feel if I saw email evidence she was fucking some guy? how would I feel if she ever introduced me to a new boyfriend and I was supposed to smile and chat with him as we handed over the kids?

There was only one thing for it, I was going to have to join a dating site and find someone to fuck, hopefully before she did. Yes, I really am that fucking pathetic. I signed up to the same site she was on and looked around. I had no idea what to expect on a real dating site. As a slightly sexually frustrated married man I’d watched my share of porn and, once bored with that, had browsed around a few hook-up style sites but never had the inclination to sign up and use them. A real, professional, dating site with normal people was a bit of a revelation.

I browsed around the profiles, some of the women looked great. I know a lot of guys say “those sites are full of fat chicks” and that was fine by me. I’d always been attracted to bigger girls but somehow the only woman that ever liked me enough to stick around happened to be very slim, almost flat chested. To me my wife had been at her sexiest while she was pregnant and just after when her a tits had bloomed into incredibly pert Cs but over the last few years they were back to a slightly saggier version of the As they were when we met. At least her stomach was flat again, right?

So I browsed the profiles, skimming over the ones from very slim and very large women. I read the descriptions, it seemed that most women were all about chocolate, long walks and evenings in front of open fires. I also checked out some of the guys’ profiles, just to see what they’d written. It was all clean stuff, lots about how much these divorcees loved their kids (would women be into that?) and only a few with any hint of sexual innuendo, some subtler than others, one particular charmer living only a few miles from me had given himself the name “Don Keedick”. I played it safe though, a bunch of stuff about my work, about liking the outdoors, my taste in music, a little but not too much about my kids. I also sprinkled a few words like ‘tactile’, ‘passionate’ and ‘love’ into the description as if I thought they might have some kind of subconscious effect. I also gave myself a degree in the ‘education’ section as it seemed most of the women who could actually write demanded one. I uploaded a photo and waited.

After a three days nothing had happened, a few women had looked and presumably been put off by my double chin and my receding, greying hair. OK, things hadn’t changed that much since I last dated, I was going to have to be the one to introduce myself. I spent many hours writing to at least ten women. If there was nothing in their profile I could talk about I didn’t bother writing. I waited for a response but none ever came. In fact no woman I ever wrote to ever wrote back but while I was waiting, it seemed one person had liked my profile enough to contact me. I excitedly checked hers.

She was a Danish PHD student mid way through her last year at the local university here in the UK, she was 28 years old and her name was Sofia, she also had no profile picture but I was getting one in my head, maybe a tallish (5’7” according to her profile) tanned blonde with huge tits.

We bounced a few emails around but soon switched to IM. Yeah, she lived less than two miles away and was here studying for her second PHD (lucky I lied about having that degree) but right now she was in Denmark with her family for a few weeks. We talked for hours over the next few days and she suggested we meet as soon as she got back to the UK, fuck, this was cool. She also sent a picture which I opened with great excitement.

My initial reaction was pretty negative: She had huge eyebrows, very nearly a monobrow, tiny eyes and dead straight dark brown hair pulled behind her ears. The poorly applied lipstick wasn’t doing her any favours either. Maybe her body would appeal more. I scanned my eyes downwards and wasn’t dissapointed. She was wearing a a baggy jumper and tight jeans, all I could really see of her shape was the outline of very curvy thighs but she wasn’t a blimp and she wasn’t a stick, that was good enough for me.

I looked again at her face more closely, noticed her eyes only seemed small because she was wearing pretty powerful glasses, she had great skin and cheekbones, I looked again at her huge eyebrows, they were actually kind of cute, kind of like Bjork’s had been back in the day (hey, Icelend is part of Denmark, I guess that makes sense). The Sofia in the photo had transformed in my head from disappointingly ugly into an exotic beauty and she wanted to meet me. Two weeks later I really wanted to impress her, she was clearly a brilliant woman. I’d actually started talking to a few other women from the dating site and she wrote better english than any of them despite it being her fifth language.

In fact I was so desperate to impress her that I did what any born again scumbag would do. I went on a date with one of those other women just for practice. I’m not going to go off and describe that in detail, at least not yet because that date did not end in a fuck. No, this is the story how I finally got to fuck a new pussy for the first time in over 13 years and it seemed that pussy was destined to be Sofia’s.

I hope someone is still reading this and enjoying it and any feedback would be appreciated but in a way I don't really care, i'm enjoying writing these too much to stop. I have a couple more ready but I want to spend a little more time going over them to eliminate the more obvious bis of shit writing. I'd read stuff in this forum before and I think I might be being kind of arrogant to assume anyone would be interested in this kind of story but right now i've stopped caring. I'm hoping the fact that these stories are based on the real experience of someone who had a huge sexual awakening in his early 40s will appeal to some. Does anyone else like the description of the unconventional beauty of Sofia? I hope so because i'm going to describe her naked in a lot of detail in the next instalment

I like how it's developing. Keep them coming!

We met up for a drink, early evening in a trendy city centre bar with huge windows, just the kind of place the dating sites recommend you meet. We sat and talked. She looked great, seemingly no makeup at all (though us guys who think we like no makeup can be fooled by subtlety), striking, sexy and confident and those natural bushy brows gave her an expressiveness a million miles from the painted on faces you see on TV. Her body looked great too. Not that she was showing it off but she was wearing a slightly less thick and baggy sweater. Above the chunky thighs that looked like they’d been poured into her jeans were some big, if not huge boobs. I couldn’t quite be sure about her belly because her sweater hung from those boobs in a way that could be hiding quite a bit but I didn’t care, she was hot, way hotter and 8 years younger than my skinny bitch of a wife. We chatted for an hour over a single drink and arranged to meet for a meal the following weekend. She promised she would dress up and put some makeup on, apologizing for not wearing any today. I said, “really, you aren’t wearing any?, you look amazing and 100% natural, please don’t wear makeup”, I now realise this was a risky thing to say. Some women would see a remark like that as controlling but Sofia didn’t seem to mind. I’ve since realised that it’s because she almost never wore it anyway.

She had stuff to do right now and needed to leave. We walked outside and I started to wonder what kind of kiss is normal after a 60 minute date with someone who showed up in their work clothes while you had bought new clothes specially. I’d completely forgotten about my dick at this point as I’d given up and switched to boxers. I hadn’t had to rearrange myself like I had with Sue a few weeks earlier. I’d not had a wank for three days just in case I got lucky. I’d been at ‘half mast’ all day in anticipation of meeting her. I stepped towards her hoping i’d get a clue what kind of kiss was appropriate but when I looked in her eyes she wasn’t looking into mine, she was looking down. She looked up, smiled, put her arms around my neck and kissed me very sweetly on the lips, pulled back, said “see you saturday”, turned round and walked away. I watched her magnificent ass until she turned a corner then rushed back into the bar, turning left to the rest room. The stall was empty, I fished my cock out of my pants, locked the door and stroked myself while repeatedly replaying the moment where she looked up from my bulge, smiled and kissed me. Within a couple of minutes I came all over my belly. This was a bit of a shock as these days, even a quick wank usually takes 15 minutes.

Shit, i’d cum all over my new black (great for disguising fat) shirt, I needed to tidy myself up. Just then someone knocked on the door and I heard a man’s voice “how fucking long are you going to be in there” I dabbed the spunk with some tissue which didn’t exactly help, I now had patches of soggy tissue stuck to my shirt. I put my dick away, covered my belly with my left arm, opened the door to find a tall skinny bald guy and a slutty looking girl in her 20s waiting outside, I mumbled an apology but she sneered “fucking weirdo” as they closed the door behind them. I looked down and noticed a very obvious string of spunk starting not far above my knee and reaching to my ankle. I walked to the sink, wetted my shirt and pants and just hoped people would think i’d spilled something or maybe pissed myself, even that was preferable to the truth. All the same, I was grinning as I walked out of the bar.

Later that night I checked my email and what was this? another message from the dating site. I wonder who this time. The new message was from a guy. In fact it was Don Keedick himself. It read:

I hear you’re going on a date with Sofia. I hope you have a big dick dude, that girl can take my 11” to the balls!

What an asshole, presumably he was doing this to try to intimidate me but he’d picked the wrong guy. The idea that Sofia had a deep pussy was enough to send me off the deep end. Hell, there were inches at the base of my cock that had never been inside a woman and i’d long since stopped believing they ever would. I watched a lot of porn and knew that the few guys near my size were rarely getting their balls wet. Could Sofia really be the woman who would finally take it all? I went to bed and wanked about the idea for several hours but only came twice in that time. Still, three in one day was probably the best i’d done for over ten years. For the next four days I exercised incredible self control as, if we were going to fuck I wanted to make sure I could cover her in cum. By the saturday I could barely think about anything else and I don’t think my cock was less than a serious semi all day. As I started the drive to pick her up from the university campus I had a full on erection reaching well over half way to my knee. Luckily, ten minutes of cross town traffic was distracting enough for it to shrink back to non-freakish proportions.

We drove 8 miles into the countryside to a traditional old pub for the meal and I remember very little about aspects of it, there must have been food I guess. I do remember staring into her eyes a lot and getting a little kick the couple of times I caught her looking at my bulge. Each time I did she’d look me in the eye, flash a dirty smile and then continue talking. We spoke for hours. At one point I realised we were casually playing with each others hands, she was beautiful, great company and incredibly tactile. I spent a lot of that night looking at her mouth. It really was so much better without the red lip gloss. Her lips were full and a dark brown colour in real contrast to her pale skin. I really wanted to kiss those lips and soon was watching them more than looking into her eyes. Was that rude? I looked up and she smiled that dirty smile again. “You have been watching my mouth for the last two minutes. Maybe we need to go outside and kiss properly” she said as she stood up without letting go of my hand.

She led me outside where we kissed. This time it was different, our tongues wrestled. She pressed her meaty right thigh against mine, my cock was trapped between. We kissed for an embarrassingly long time, given we were two adults standing in a pub car park. She eventually stepped back and said “let’s go to my place”.

We drove to the university campus and her room. It was tiny but very well organised, just a desk with a bookcase above it, a comfortable looking single bed and the tiniest bathroom i’d ever seen. I sat on the bed, there was nowhere else to sit. She put on some music (not my taste but you can’t have everything) and sat on my knees facing me, she put her arms around my neck and started kissing as she pushed me back onto the bed. After a few minutes she stood up and stripped off her sweater, bra and those tight jeans. She had a beautiful body but not like anything you ever seen in porn. She’d been telling me how she had always been very fat when she was younger but had managed to lose 30 kilos (over 66 pounds apparently) by getting seriously into swimming. It really showed, she had broad muscular shoulders and arms, fantastic posture, amazing muscular legs but all covered in a soft layer of womanly fat. Her boobs were big but not huge and a little saggy but they looked great. I couldn’t check out her pussy as she was still wearing panties, the front of which seemed to bulge slightly alarmingly.

I stood and kissed her again, this time running my hands over her naked skin. Just feeling her powerful young body through that soft skin was incredible even though at that point I was only running my fingers down her spine. We kissed some more as my hands rested on her ass. Squeezing reveled a glorious combination of tight muscles under a fabulous thick layer of soft flesh. I slipped my fingers under the sides of her panties and pulled them down so she could kick them aside. Her right hand was stroking my hard cock through my pants. I ran my hand round to her belly where the skin was softest of all and started to slip my finger towards her pussy. She grabbed my wrist and said “no, you have to be naked also” and started pulling at my belt, I removed my shirt then helped her remove my pants, something slightly complicated by the fact I was wearing walking boots (they’re the thickest soled shoes I own, maybe if i’m slightly taller i’ll look less fat?) but there is probably such a thing as too much detail, right?

After i’d managed to disentangle myself we were sat side by side on the bed, we kissed yet again as she grabbed my cock for the first time, it was still a little soft, i’d lost my erection during the boots-stuck-in-inside-out-Jeans incident which I promise I will not describe any further.

“You have the fattest cock ever man” she said. Like a lot of scandinavians it seemed she picked up some of her english from american movies “I am not sure I will be able to fuck you but I think maybe we have some fun trying no?” she said grinning. fuck yeah, whatever you say Sofia. She placed my cock head in her mouth and started to suck.

As she sucked she pulled her feet round behind her, got on her knees and shuffled her beautiful big ass round to my face. I’d never seen an ass this big up close. I instinctively grabbed that part where the upper thigh becomes an ass cheek and pushed to one side to reveal an extremely meaty cunt, already glistening with her juices. From this position I couldn’t do anything with my mouth so I just slipped in a finger. She carried right on sucking but immediately struck up a slow rhythm with her pelvis which I matched with my hand as I slipped another finger in along side the first. This seemed to go down well but after a few minutes when I tried to slip in a third she stopped sucking my cock and said “put a finger in my ass”. I’d never done this before. Maybe i’ve led a sheltered life, maybe women who’d seen my cock had an aversion to inviting anything into their asses but either way, Sofia wanted a finger in hers. I selected my middle finger from the five available options as it was the longest, very nicely lubricated with her juice and I thought maybe I could use my thumb on her pussy at the same time. I slipped my finger into her ass and plunged my thumb into her pussy causing her to gasp so loudly that she had to actually stop sucking my cock for a few seconds.

Yeah, this weird grip between my middle finger and thumb seemed to have some power over her. So what if it was reminding me of holding a bowling ball. The thought of this made me laugh out loud. Something I instantly regretted as she stopped sucking and slid up the bed until her face was inches above mine.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to laugh when someone is sucking your cock?”. I was so confused by this sudden turn of events that I actually mumbled an apology.

“And you know what we do to punish naughty men who break the rules?” she asked
“err... no I replied”

“we fuck them in the mouth” was her matter-of-fact reply as she stood over me, lowering her meaty cunt into my face. As she ground it against my gaping mouth I found it full of an incredible amount of flesh. I felt around with my tongue, getting my bearings. I felt a huge pair of labia and used them to guide my tongue to her clit.

I’d never experienced a pussy like Sofia’s. I’d seen big clits in porn and had often fantasized about sucking one of those that looked like a small cock. Sofia’s wasn’t like that, her thick pussy lips were at their thickest over her clit but when I squeezed them between my lips I could feel what must have been in inch of slightly firmer flesh underneath, I sucked hard on it which caused her to come to stop moving and say something I didn’t understand (in Danish presumably). Her clit expanded a little more as I sucked even harder and she let out a sigh before restarting her rocking motion and continuing to “fuck my mouth”

While i’m a pretty inexperienced guy in a lot of ways I had actually had a lot of experience of women sitting on my face. My wife used to do it back when we actually had a decent sex life. It’s fun but you don’t have much to do with your hands, I always used to use it as a chance to stroke myself harder. Out of habit I reached for my cock. It didn’t exactly need stroking but I grabbed it with both hands anyway and matched the rhythm of her fucking my mouth. She was going pretty fast now and shouting what I like to think of as “yes, yes, yes” in Danish. She sped up even more and ground her pussy hard into my face, my hands matched her pace and as she shuddered above me, her pussy spasming around my tongue, I unloaded my cock onto her back. Well, the first spurt or two hit her back, the rest just dribbled on to my stomach.

I hope someone is still reading this. I'm enjoying writing them far too much to be put off by the lack of responses. I'll just have to be satisfied with the read count going up slowly.

I think there is probably a little too much scene setting and maybe the attempts at humor are jarring, or just not funny.

I'm thinking of starting again with a better named thread (anyone have any ideas) and editing it to happen in strict time order, rather than the confusing stepping backward and forward. This should make the sex start a little earlier and make more sense is it will essentially be the tale of a guy who thought he had a great sex life until his wife (the only woman he ever really fucked) kicks him out, he's out of his depth but slowly discovers how fucking great sex can actually be. Basically the story of my early forties only with a much bigger dick.

Would it be bad etiquette for this forum to just start another thread and basically repost edited versions of the same thing in a different order?

She rolled over and laid on her back, clutching her pussy, panting slightly as she got her breath back. I watched her lying there. The light of the reading lamp on the desk highlighting the curves of her, now slightly sweaty body. She was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen, how long was it since I made my wife cum like that? Had she ever cum like that? If she had it was a long time ago, hell, we hadn’t even fucked with a light on for years. I continued to watch but moved closer. Her right hand slipped down to her fleshy clit hood, her thumb and forefinger pinched gently and she started rubbing them together in a gentle circle. I was watching her masturbate. Something i’d tried to get my wife to do for years and then given up on as a lost cause. This woman was casually doing it on our first night together. Either she was fucking special or I’d been wasting my life.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”. It was only now that the downside of wanking over her back fully struck me. I felt for my cock. I fully expected it to be limp but watching Sofia play with herself seemed to have helped somewhat. I stroked it a few times and she reached out, grabbing my almost erect cock and guiding it to her pussy. She looked up and said “Fuck Me”. I wasn’t really hard enough but by grabbing near the base I was able to insert a good seven inches of fat semi into her. she gasped, Assisted by my hand I started to slide it in and out, after a minute or so I was stiff enough to let go of the base. I fed her another inch or so. She matched my rhythm but pulled me towards her. More of my cock slid in on each stroke until my pelvis was grinding against hers. Her head rolled to one side and she moaned quietly. My god, this was it. I was finally in “balls deep” only 21 years after losing my virginity. My cock continued to expand but she started pushing back. “too deep!”. Slightly disappointed I pulled back about four inches and continued to fuck as my cock thickened to it’s fullest.

After a minute or so of this she pulled me towards her again, a little more carefully, only taking a couple more inches before I could feel it gently bottoming out. OK, not quite balls deep but still more than I’d ever had in a woman. i’d barely been able to get more than half of it inside my wife when we first met, she’d quickly learned to enjoy a few more inches but recently she could handle less than the night we first fucked. I knew how much bottoming out could kill the mood, it had been years since my wife had actually enjoyed the feeling and would basically stop fucking immediately if I tried to slip more than half in for years now.

So I fucked Sofia slowly and carefully. I slid my cock out until only the head was inside her, she whimpered slightly so I slid it back in until I could I could just feel it bottoming out, she winced so I made sure not to even try going any further, I continued these strokes and she relaxed, eventually matching my rhythm. She pulled her legs up until her knees were in her armpits. I moved my hands from the bed and placed them on her meaty thighs, my fingers sinking into the deep, soft flesh and kneeding the muscles beneath. I was on my knees, my legs spread wide to the edges of her single bed and my ass resting on my heels. In this position her cunt naturally tightened around my cock as I continued to slowly slide most of it in and out of her. It felt incredible, this was a great position for controlling the depth of my thrusts. I sped up slightly and she moaned appreciatively, her head rolling to the other side. I continued to fuck her with more of my rock hard cock than i’d ever used before for a good ten minutes. “I want to feel you cum inside me” she said eventually, “fuck me harder!”, I wasn’t sure I could satisfy her first request, it had been years since i’d been able to cum inside a pussy but I was pretty sure I could do something about the second, I sped up some more and she thrashed around on the bed. Fuck, I was hard. I might just manage to cum again after all. I sped up more and fucked with an energy I was unlikely to be able to keep up for long, her hands reached out and touched my chest and she stared into my eyes.”fill me full of your hot cum”, her right hand dropping to her clit and manipulating rather less gently than before as I continued to fuck her hard. After a few minutes of this she started shouting in Danish again, her entire body jerked and her cunt spasmed, tightening around my cock, I felt like I might actually cum so I fucked her harder still. She pushed me off, her hands grasping her pussy and her knees together. “Ow!” she shouted and rolled from side to side. What the fuck had I done?

She regained her composure and looked up at me, before saying “you need to be more careful with that thing” and smiled a little. I collapsed beside her from exhaustion and said I was sorry. She simply kissed me, then laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and rested my hand on her beautiful behind, my cock slowly deflating. I realised that I could do with a piss but I didn’t want to move. I listened to her breathing slow, she was falling asleep. I decided I didn’t need a piss that much and, as my breathing synchronised with hers, drifted off myself.

I woke to the unwelcome sound of her music (my god, Queen? FFS...), the welcome smell of brewing coffee and the desperate need to piss. I couldn’t see Sofia but the sound of running water (which didn’t help...) made it clear she was in the tiny bathroom. I knocked on the door. “Come in” she called above the sound of the shower. I entered and was surprised to see her just standing there, water from a pretty powerful shower running down her soft curves. There was no cubicle, I guess this was a wet room, the whole of the tiny room was one, rather large when you think about it, shower cubicle. “Good morning” she said, pulling me under the powerful water jet and kissing me like she had the night before.

My cock, which should have been a few feet away pissing into the toilet, started to swell as her hot, slippery body slid against mine. “Sorry, but I have to piss” I said, “go ahead” she replied. I turned towards the toilet, she grabbed my shoulder turned me back to face her and said “no, here”, and stared down at my cock. I’m normally all for pissing in the shower but found it hard to get going with this semi, eventually a thin trickle started, which became a steady stream after a few seconds, filling the clean steamy room with the smell of piss, she reached out for my cock, ran her hand down it until I was pissing into her palm, as the flow slowed she placed her finger tip over my pee hole. The sensation was weird, uncomfortable, she looked up and asked “feel good?”, “not really” I replied and she let go, watched me finish pissing. She then offered me her shampoo, opened the door and stepped back into her room.

Fucking hell, she was incredible. Not that i’d ever really fantasized about pissing on someone but the way it had happened. I’d never met anyone so fucking exciting. As I stood there shampooing my cock swung up to horizontal. Fuck, when had I last got that hard with no manipulation? 20 years ago maybe? I stood under the water gently stroking it and thinking about her running her fingers through my piss and blocking the flow with her finger, did guys really got off on that, god, she was so fucking filthy. As I rinsed the last of the suds away I had a full erection, as big as it ever gets. Actually pointing up slightly at the base and rather more at the tip thanks to the upward curve that’s only really there when i’m rock hard.

I walked out into the room, relishing the feel of my cock swinging from side to side. Sofia was half dressed. “Wow” she said “I would love to fuck you but I have to be on the other side of campus in ten minutes”, I felt kind of silly until she continued: “you do have the most beautiful big cock i’ve ever seen though, wank it while I finish getting ready for work”. So I laid back on her bed and slowly stroked my cock while staring at her drinking coffee. “I want to see you cum”. OK I thought and switched to the tried and tested two handed technique i’d been using my whole life when I just wanted to cum, causing bits of me to wobble slightly. Recently even wanking like this had been taking 10 minutes but with a erection like this and the company of the girl watching intently over her cup... Yes, I shot my load over my chest in under a minute. I could claim the load was the hugest ever but how would I know? It certainly seemed a lot to me but I don’t normally sit there examining it that closely. There were a few long streaks and a pretty big puddle. Hard to compare with porn stars as i’ve never seen mine plastered over a girl’s face. Maybe later... Sofia seemed pretty impressed though, she leaned over me and carefully lapped up every last drop before kissing me with a mouthful of my own spunk. It was fucking great.

She stood up and said “I have to go, make sure the door shuts properly when you leave, and call me”, I could barely manage more than “bye” before I was alone in her room.

Alone with my with my stupid brain...

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I just stumbled on this story and it's quite good. Please do continue and don't worry about the lack of response; that's just how it goes.. It used to bother me too, when I first wrote here but I got used to it.