Good Boy, Samuel

I could not move, as she held onto me. We lay like this for a few minutes, until she told me to get off her. I will remember the smile on her face, as long as I live, as I pulled my penis out of her. My liquid and her juices poured out and onto the bed.

The Missus then made me lie next to her, so she could hold me.

We continued like this for several years, making love at every opportunity. The Missus was a wonderful teacher, showing me all of the ways to make a woman happy. I would always accompany her, when she visited friends, or had holidays, all around the country. I would have my own room, but would sneak into her room, so we could spend the whole night together. I grew to like this very much.

“Shit!” I gasped, as I looked at my watch, “have you seen the time?” 
“It is very late. I am sorry, if I have inconvenienced you.” Samuel whispered.
“No. No. It’s all right. I’ll just have to phone my mum, and let her know that I’m going to be late, that’s all.” I replied.
“Would you like to use the telephone in my bedroom?” Samuel offered.

I could feel my knickers sticking to me, as I stood up, “Yes. Thanks. That would be excellent,” I told him, knowing full well that I had a perfectly good mobile phone in my bag!

As we walked up the staircase, he explained that he now lived alone as ‘the Missus’ had moved back to South Africa, five years previously, to live with one of her sons.

Once inside his room, the atmosphere was electric. 

Samuel took hold of my hand, and pulled me to him. My face was inches from his. My heart was beating so fast I thought that it may explode. 
Our lips met, and we kissed like teenagers, our tongues flashing in and out of each other’s mouths. His large hands were rubbing and squeezing my back, shoulders, head and arse. I was in Heaven.

He broke off from our kiss, and whispered in my ear, “Would you like to see my penis?”
I could only nod.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, I stared in disbelief as he took off his shirt and began to unbutton his trousers.
Grinning, Samuel asked, “Are you sure that you want me to do this?”

“Get on with it! Get it out! I can’t wait to see this thing!” I screamed inside my head.
“Yes, please.” I actually whispered.

He slowly stepped out of his trousers, leaving him in only a pair of Lycra shorts. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bulge. It was huge.
In a well practices manoeuvre he slid his pants down making his cock spring out and ‘wobble’.
I can’t be sure whether I groaned or gasped, but I definitely made a noise.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it, as it twitched and grew larger in front of me. It was fantastically grotesque, ugly, obscene, and absolutely enormous! It was as big as a wine bottle. My eyes were like saucers. He was right, it probably could have touched his knees if it hadn’t been so hard!
It looked odd as this huge thing stood out from his slim waist.

Samuel was now standing right in front of me, “Would you like to touch it?” he asked.

I didn’t need asking twice! Taking hold of it with both hands I rubbed it and stroked it, until it had grown another inch in girth. This was fabulous. As the pink tip was poking through his foreskin, I couldn’t resist kissing it. Just a little peck at first, quite gentle, then, without thinking, I ran my tongue over the tip and the shaft, taking the knob into my mouth.

Both of my hands were wildly, rubbing the shaft as I sucked and sucked on his knob.

Samuel was stroking my hair with one hand as he unbuttoned my blouse with the other. Without taking his cock out of my mouth we managed to get my blouse off.
He was now squeezing my heaving breasts as he unhooked my bra. There was an amazing sense of relief as my large breasts swung free for him. Using both of his hands he squeezed and kneaded my breasts like dough, occasionally putting his huge, hairy balls between them.

He began groaning and thrusting his hips, forcing another inch, or so, into my mouth, as I realised that he was close to coming.
Pushing him away, I panted, “Not yet, not yet! I want that thing inside me, when you come!”

He laughed, as he moved away, allowing me some space to take my trousers off. 

I was glad that I’d had the foresight to wear a nice white, frilly thong, today. His large eyes twinkled while I slipped my pants off, exposing my hairy bush, to him.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he slapped my breasts with his cock, making my nipples tingle.
“Would you like to make love?” he asked.

With a grin on my face, I shuffled back, onto the bed, and spread my legs. “What do you think?” I laughed as I pulled my knees past my hips.
Samuel gently stroked the inside of my thighs, then ran his fingers along the contours of my pussy, making me tremble with anticipation.
Our eyes met as he nudged the tip of his monster against my pussy lips, making me groan again.

With one mighty push, his massive cock knocked the wind out of me, as it entered me like a rocket. Instinctively my legs shot up into the air, allowing him the chance to grab them and push them on to my shoulders.

“Aaaarggh!” I screamed as his balls hit my arse, meaning that his complete cock was inside me. I swear that I could feel his cock touching my ribs.
He was taking his weight on his hands, which were next to my head, while he buried his face in my breasts, sucking on the nipples.

Just as I got my breath back, he moved his hips, pulling five or six inches out; then, with one thrust, he filled me up a second time. “Ohhh! Yes!” I groaned. 
Samuel repeated his motion, over and over, gradually speeding up, each time making me groan or squeal or sigh, as my breasts shook like a jelly. His massive cock was absolutely filling my hole and belly. 

“Do you like that?” he asked, “Do you like my love making?”
“Oh God, yes!” I muttered, “Oh God yes! It’s fucking wonderful!”

Samuel moved his arms, to let my legs fall by my side. I swear that I could see my belly swell, his cock was so big. 
He grabbed my hips and manoeuvred our bodies to the edge of the bed, until he was standing. Slowly he withdrew from my pussy, leaving an empty feeling in my pussy.

“Would you like me to take you from behind?” he asked. I nodded and turned over. My well spread ankles were hanging over the edge, allowing him easy access, as I grabbed the blanket and braced myself.

I buried my face into the bed as Samuel slid in, forcing the breath from my body, again.
“Does that feel good, Jolene? Is that as good as you expected?” he grunted.

“Yes. Yes.” I groaned as he began to increase his speed, forcing his beautiful cock in and out of my underused pussy, his heavy balls banging against my pubes.
“Yes! Yes! Fucking Hell, that’s so fucking good!” I shouted.

Suddenly his grip tightened and his thrusting became faster and deeper, sending me into the stratosphere of ecstasy.
Samuel grabbed my hips and with one final thrust, he flooded my pussy with red-hot spunk.

Our bodies were shaking as we flopped onto the bed, still joined at the hips.
Samuel gently kissed the nape of my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. “Was that as good as my story?” he whispered. “Mmmmm, better.” I whispered back. 
We spent the next few minutes kissing, then I got dressed and took a taxi home.

When I collected my car the next day, Samuel was gone; I never saw him again.
I’ve often relived that night, and wondered whether his story was true, or just an elaborate form of seduction.