The Bus Boy Ch. 01

Ted hated his job. 

The job itself was bad enough. Busing tables was a low-paying job to begin with. But he needed the money desperately. College started in the fall and Ted’s scholarship covered only part of the expenses. He was determined to get his education. Once he had that diploma in his hand, there would be no more jobs like this — ever. That thought was the only thing that dragged him out of bed each day to work eight grueling hours cleaning up other people’s messes for a pay that was only marginally better than minimum.

What made it worse was that he’d had a good job lined up working in a hospital — some sort of computer thing. But the hospital had cut jobs at the last minute and left him standing in June, high school diploma in hand, with nothing to do. So he’d taken the first job he could find.

So the job was bad enough. Lynn made it worse.

At first, Lynn had been the best part of the job. What guy wouldn’t like working with her? Lynn was tall and slim, with short red hair and a cute face. Her 34B breasts were high and firm and prominent. She had a narrow waist, full generous hips and a round ass that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Her legs were long and slender, but still shapely and womanly.

Normally, any guy would have killed to work with her — walking around in a short black skirt that showed off her legs while clinging to her round hips — her bras ghosting faintly through her white shirts. But Ted had made the mistake of asking Lynn out. She’d declined nicely enough but since then, had teased him relentlessly — making fun of just about anything he said.

For most people, it might have been kind of fun — trading barbs with a sexy coworker. But Ted had never been any good at that game. Instead, he just stood there with his mouth open while she burned him again and again — only thinking up witty retorts hours later while lying in bed — often after masturbating to the thought of her. 

And that made it worse. The more she teased him, the more he wanted her. It almost seemed that she’d stepped up her looks, wearing darker bras that he could see through her shirt, wiggling her hips just a little bit more, licking her sensuous lips more often. Masturbating to the thought of her was becoming an almost nightly event. He would have given anything to have his hands on her delightfully curvaceous body. He tried to think of anything else but then, unbidden, the image of taking her from behind or having her ride him like a crazed cowgirl would take over his mind.

Saturday night was as tough as it got. The restaurant was packed, one busboy had failed to turn up and Ted was being run ragged cleaning tables. Lynn was busy as hell and, as a result, tormenting him more than usual.

Ted thought thing had reached a lull and had just gone into the storage room to bolt down his own dinner when he heard Lynn call out, “Hey, Teddy!”

He hated being called that. He’d made the mistake of telling her that. Now she called him by no other name.

“Yeah?”

She appeared around in the open doorway.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Could you stop staring at my ass long enough to clean up table three?”

Ted blushed. He *had* been looking at her ass a lot. It was a nice view under most circumstances. But tonight was something special. Her shirt didn’t go down quite far enough and anytime she bent over, he got a glimpse of her red panties. It had been keeping him at least semi-hard all night long. Ted rushed out and cleaned the table, cased the restaurant quickly to see if had a few minutes to eat. Just when he about to dig in, he heard Lynn.

“Hey Teddy, could you quit ‘eating’ back there and do table six?”

He couldn’t see her, but he could hear the quotation marks around “eating”. Any time he was in the storage room — eating, fetching boxes, whatever — she would make a joke implying that he was jacking off back there.

He raced out and cleaned off table six. He cased the restaurant once more — this time looking for anyone who was clearly done — paying the bill, whatever. Nothing. He went back to the storage room and realized he needed to use the bathroom. Just as he was opening the door … 

“Teddy, table ten!” It was Lynn again.

Back out. Clean. Check the restaurant.

Just as he was going through the swinging door, Lynn was coming out. They crashed into each other and the load of silverware that Lynn was carrying fell to the ground, splaying all over the kitchen.

“Dammit, Teddy! Can’t you watch where you’re going? Or are you going blind from ‘eating’ too much back there?”

Ted tried to mumble an apology but Lynn wasn’t listening. She was on the ground, gathering up the spilled silverware. Ted gaped at the spectacular view of his 20-year old coworker. The skirt and shirt parted and he could see more of her underwear. She was wearing a red thong, stretched tightly by her round bottom. He was instantly hard as a rock. 

She stood up and shoved the silverware into his hands. “Here, go throw these in the dishwasher before you mess something else up.”

Ted did so, then hurried to the employee bathroom to relieve the pressure on his bladder. He closed the door and pulled down his pants. With his dick hard, though, it took a while. He thought of unappealing things until he was finally soft enough to pee.

Just as Ted finished, the door flew open. It was Lynn.

For a moment, they stood there in mutual shock. Ted could have sworn he’d locked the door. But here he was, dick hanging out in full view. Lynn gasped and covered her mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t . . .”

Her gaze drifted lower and she had to stifle another gasp.

“Oh, my you . . .”

“Can I help you?” asked Ted, finally finding his voice. He put his hands to his crotch to cover up.

Lynn blushed furiously and slammed the door. Ted pulled his pants up and washed his hands, then looked in the mirror.

“As if she needed any more ammunition.”

Lynn walked into the storage room in a little daze. She stopped in the kitchen to collect her wits. A few seconds later, Ted hurried out. He glanced at her briefly and they both blushed furiously.

Lynn headed back to the bathroom to relieve her own need. She was still a little dazed. As she was washing up in the sink, she looked herself in the mirror. Her gaze drifted down and she could just make out her hard nipples through her shirt.

“No,” she said to her reflection. “That did not turn you on.”

But it had. Her shock had given way to a subtle arousal. She couldn’t wrap her mind around having so unexpectedly seen Ted nude. She’d never thought of him that way — as a man. He wasn’t supposed to be a man the way she thought of him — he was just this boy that followed her around like a puppy — a kid, really. He wasn’t supposed to have a penis. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to be hung like that. Even soft, his cock had been bigger than anything she’d ever seen.

“Ick,” she said, disgusted by her arousal. She finished washing and hurried out.

They ran into each other again in the kitchen. Ted stopped abruptly and a dish tumbled off the tray and shattered on the floor. Lynn felt herself blush again. And as usual, she covered it up with sarcasm.

“You know Ted, with three legs, you’d think you’d be able to balance.” And she flounced out of the kitchen.

Ted stood there in shock. He didn’t think of himself as being endowed. So he thought Lynn was mocking him. He ran back to get a mop to clean up the broken dish, cursing his luck the whole way.

—- 

The week that followed was hell on wheels for Ted. The missing busboy had shown up just long enough to quit and the position had not been refilled. So almost every night, he was being overworked. His boss was paying him a little extra plus overtime, which made it marginally worth it. 

Of course, the real hell was Lynn. He had no idea what to make of her since the bathroom incident. At times, she was almost hostile, rewriting the incident as having ‘caught him jacking off’ and making jokes about it. But then she’d make a joke about his endowment that was almost flirtatious. And when no one was around, she’d strike up conversation with him like they were friends. Oddly, her behavior made him even more attracted to her, a feeling only enhanced by her seeming to now be dressing even sexier than before.

As he came into work Sunday night, he was filled with dread. He and Lynn were scheduled to close the place tonight — do a thorough cleaning, inventory and so forth. He had no idea what was going to happen. Would he get friendly Lynn or vicious Lynn? If the latter, it would be pure hell. At least during the week, someone else had occasionally been around to blunt the sharpness of Lynn’s tongue. Who knew what would happen with her unfettered? 

—- 

Lynn wasn’t looking forward to tonight, either but for a different reason. She was scared what she might do given time alone with Ted.

Lynn couldn’t believe how obsessed she had become with him over the last week. Penis size was not a thing she’d honestly given much thought to before. She’d lost her virginity her first week of college and slept with four men since then. They’d all been around the same size. Two of them had been terrible, the other two OK. One had been spectacular — the only one who’d made her orgasm from sex. And he’d been the smallest. She was convinced that size didn’t matter. But, of course, she never taken anything as big as Ted.

Maybe it wasn’t his size, maybe it was just that she’d never thought of him in that way. She liked Ted as a friend. He was sweet and shy and smart — and maybe a little cute. She knew he was attracted to her and enjoying teasing him. But he wasn’t someone she wanted to *date*. He was just this guy at work.

And yet Ted was still occupying her thoughts. Anytime he talked to her or smiled at her, she felt herself get a little wet. In the past week, she’d had three dreams in which he’d come to her with this enormous phallus and simply taken her. She was masturbating in the shower almost every morning, trying not to think of him. But then he’d pop into her mind right as she climaxed. She kept sneaking little glances at his crotch, trying to catch another glimpse — but his pants were too baggy.

For the last two days, a positively naughty train of thought had been circling through her mind concerning their night alone in the restaurant. She had imagined a thousand ways of getting another peek at him while they were alone. She imagined busting in on him in the bathroom again but it seemed too obvious. The most likely plan seemed to be to contrive a away to bump into his crotch and feel him.

One night, lying in bed, she’d even had a fantasy about just going up to him, kneeling and unzipping. This had led to a series of fantasies about blowing him and fucking him that she’d masturbated until she came ferociously, her fingers becoming saturated with her juices.

And her arousal had stimulated her to be more vicious in her teasing. She felt worse about that. She was acting like a schoolgirl. It was almost as if she was scared of what might happen and burying it in feigned hostility.

“Nothing,” she said to herself as she exited her car and walked toward the restaurant. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Yeah,” said a voice in her head. “That’s why you’re wearing your best underwear. That’s why you’ve been wet for a week.”

She put her head down and walked in, trying hard not to blush.

—– 

By closing time, they were both at absurd levels of frustration. It wasn’t just the last few customers lingering endlessly over their meals. It was that the sexual tension between them was reaching astronomical levels. They were both scared of what might happen once they were alone. Their nervousness translated into action — whenever they had to talk, it involved at least five minutes of blushing, mumbling, stammering and shifting from foot to foot. And, of course, they both misinterpreted this as hostility. Yet they both remained incredibly aroused by each other. Ted found his eyes wandering all over her body. Lynn was getting wet just from the sound of his voice.

Finally, the last few customers left. The chef and remaining staff did a little bit of cleaning before hustling out. The boss stopped to go over with them what they must do and remind them that their own dinners were in the fridge. Then they were alone.

Once the door closed over their boss, the tension was palpable. Ted finally broke the silence.

“Um, if you want, uh, Lynn, you can, um, you known, eat dinner now, um, and, you know, I’ll, uh, do some inventory . . . or something.”

All she could do was nod with relief. She hurried into the kitchen, grabbed her meal from the fridge and hurried back into the dining room to bolt it down. She was so nervous she could barely eat.

Ted went into the storage room, then realized he’d left the inventory sheet in the dining room. He shook his head. No way he’d avoid Lynn. Better make it quick. 

Lynn started when Ted came back into the dining room. He mumbled something about the sheet and hurried over.

Before she knew what she was doing, Lynn felt her legs part. She spread them widely until she could feel the air on her panties. When Ted grabbed the inventory clipboard, he turned back and stopped dead in his tracks. Lynn’s long sleek legs had caught his eyes. His eyes roved upward to find that her skirt was pulled up just enough for him to get a good look at the silver material covering her crotch. He looked up and Lynn’s eyes locked with his.

They stood there for almost a minute, just looking at each other. Finally, Lynn regained voluntary control of her legs and snapped them shut.

“What are you looking at?” she hissed.

“Sorry,” mumbled Ted, blushing like a maniac. He hurried back to the storage room.

Lynn threw her for fork down, her appetite gone. She wasn’t sure what pissed her off more. That she’d made an unmistakable come-on to Ted or that he hadn’t responded at all.

Ted stopped in the kitchen to gather his thoughts. For his part, Ted was utterly and hopelessly confused. No matter what he did regarding Lynn, it seemed wrong. Had that been a come on? Why had she gotten so hostile then? He kicked himself for his cluelessness. Maybe if he knew more about women, he’d have known what to do.

Just then, the door to the kitchen slammed open and Lynn walked in, carrying the barely-touched dinner. Once again, they froze and stared at each other.

Lynn was about to unload with another blast of verbal abuse, but her tongue froze when she got a good look at Ted. The expression on his face was one of utter confusion. Was it possible he didn’t know she’d come onto him? She shifted her gaze briefly to his crotch and could see a noticeable bulge. He’d definitely been turned on. So why hadn’t he done anything?

She suddenly felt a wave of both sympathy and guilt. She had gotten used to dealing with college men who, even if they knew nothing about women, at least knew what they wanted. But Ted was hopelessly clueless 18-year-old. She bit her lip to keep from blurting out an apology.

But then a wicked train of though emerged. She thought about what it would be like to break in an innocent young man; how surprised and delighted he would be to suddenly get lucky. The thought made all the frustration, hostility and confusion of the last week melt away. And right there, in the silent space of a few seconds, she knew what was going to happen.

She refused to let herself think about it too much. She just acted. She walked over to the sink, right in front of Ted, letting him turn to stare at her. Then she put her tray down on the edge, hard. A fork popped off and bounced into the sink. Carefully avoiding any attempt to rethink her strategy, Lynn bent into the sink to fetch the fork. She heard Ted’s breath catch as he took in the sight of her ass. The skirt rode up just enough so that he could see the bottom of her cheeks and a trace of the silver thong that covered them. Lynn didn’t like her wide bottom. It made her feel fat. But she knew the effect it had on some men — and she knew the effect it was having on Ted. She pretended to fish around, letting him get a good look, giving his cock time to get fully erect. Then she stood, pretended to stumble and reached out her hand, “accidentally” touching Ted’s crotch.

Ted reacted quickly. He caught her and helped her up, his hands on her arms. Lynn had turned around and they were face to face. The moment lingered, their faces so close they could feel each other’s warmth. And then, before he could even think, she kissed him.

Ted’s mind spent the next few seconds trying to find a coherent thought. He was convinced he must be dreaming. He’d long fantasized about a scenario just like this — where it turned out she wanted him badly and suddenly seduced him. But the smart part of his mind — the part that took the SAT’s — knew this was a fantasy. Lynn liked him enough to tease him, but that was it. He’d accepted, in his mind if not in his cock, that she’d never want him. Yet suddenly here she was, in his arms.

But while his mind circled, his body responded. He pulled Lynn in close. He’d never made out with a girl before — barely kissed a girl. But he tried not to think about it, let Lynn lead, let his lips and tongue respond to her in a way that felt perfectly natural.

Lynn couldn’t believe what she’d done. She’d never ever made the first move on a man. But this was better than she could have imagined. It made her feel powerful to take control like this.

And now that the dam had burst, she was rapidly getting horny as hell. All the built up frustration and arousal of the last week was infusing her body. Her pussy began to tingle and she rubbed her legs together.

They kissed and kissed for what felt like an endless time. Finally, she broke from Ted and smiled softly at him.

“You are a really good kisser.”

Ted mumbled something.

“Let’s go somewhere more quiet.”

Lynn grasped his hand and dragged the dazed Ted back to the storage room. Again, taking control like this thrilled her. She felt like a cavewoman dragging a man back to her lair to have her way with him. She closed the door and dragged him behind a pile of boxes. Then she was in his arms again and time slowed down.

Ted put his hands on her waist, then let them trail down the steep hourglass curve of her full hips before circling around until he was squeezing her beautiful ass. Lynn moaned from his strong grip. He was massaging her ass to perfection, relaxing her and turning her on at the same time. When Ted pulled her hips close to him, she lewdly ground her mons against him and moaned again at the feel of something huge and hard against her.

After many minutes of this exquisite fondling, Ted’s hands began to move again, trailing across her hips and up her torso. He stopped at her belly and lightly rubbed her flesh — eliciting a deep moan and even more intense kissing. She shook slightly in anticipation as his hands slowly moved upward, closing in on her sensitive breasts. She was getting wetter with every second; her level of arousal was quickly reaching dangerous levels.

“I should slow this down,” she thought. But the thought quickly melted away.

Moving his hands up her slender torso made Ted almost frantic. And he almost creamed his pants when he finally touched the lower edge of her bra. It was smooth and silky, stretched over her firm breasts. He gradually raised his hands until he was encircling them, his thumbs touching her nipples, which were so hard he could feel them through the spandex. He was amazed at how nice her breasts felt — firm but soft and yielding. He was even more surprised at Lynn’s reaction. Her mouth melted against his. She moaned deeply and began exploring his body with her hands. He held his breath as she ran her hands down his chest, over his belly and onto his pants. His hips jerked, trying to put his cock into her hands.

When she finally touched it, he had to bite his lip to keep from spraying his load right then. No woman had ever touched his cock and now his fantasy girl was groping it with an enthusiasm he could barely have imagined.

“Lynn,” he moaned. “That feels so good.”

Lynn gasped at the feel of his member. It felt so big, she had to look down to make sure she hadn’t grabbed his leg. She gripped it loosely through his pants and moved her hand up and down. She rubbed her legs together again, her slick vulva rubbing together.

“Oh, Ted. It’s so thick.”

“You’re going to make me cum, doing that,” he gasped.

She began kissing her way down his body, pulling his shirt off and kissing his chest. Ted was so hard he thought his pants were going to explode. His balls ached with anticipation and tried to will himself to hold back. He looked down at her and could just see down her shirt and glimpse the tops of her firm breasts, swelling invitingly with each deep breath she was taking.

Finally, Lynn was on her knees, facing down his bulge. She slowly zipped him down and his boxer-covered bulge erupted through the gap. She grasped his pants and yanked them down, leaving him standing there in his obscenely tented boxers. A brief thrill of fear coursed through Lynn’s body, followed by a shake of excitement. This was it — something she’d been wanting since she’d first seen him naked. Before she could have second thoughts, she ripped his boxers down and Ted’s cock popped free, almost slapping her in the face. It bobbed in front of her, the purple head looking like it was going to explode.

“Oh my God,” she said.

“What?” gasped Ted. He was straining hard, trying not to blast his load across her face.

“It’s a monster.”

“What?” 

But Lynn wasn’t listening. She was almost hypnotized by the totem in front of her. It was easily longer than anything she’d ever seen — about 8.5 inches. But what scared and thrilled her at the same time was its girth — which must have been close to three inches. It had thick veins and a gigantic head and was accompanied by two massive balls pulled tight against his groin by his pending climax. It was hard as a rock — a solid upward curved tube of flesh. She could almost cum just from looking at it.

She wrapped her hand around it — her fingers not touching and Mark shuddered from head to toe. It was his first feel of a woman’s soft hand on his cock. He was straining to think of anything that would keep him from soaking Lynn.

“Please, Lynn, I’m so close. I don’t want to cum just yet.”

His plea only aroused Lynn further. Thinking about how surprised he was, how excited he was, how everything must be so new and incredible to him made her even wetter. She looked up and him and smiled.

“It’s OK. Just let it happen.”

Lynn leaned forward and breathed on the head. It swelled again and Ted groaned. She kissed it and a large flow of precum came out of the tip. She flicked her tongue over the slit, tasting his precum. Ted’s feet tingled and his body start to shake. He’d never been so turned on in his entire life.

Finally, she pushed her mouth down on it. Her jaw widened further than she thought possible to try to get him in. Ted almost cried out from the hot cramped feel of her mouth on him. Her stretched lips finally closed over his head and she took another few inches in. When his head touched the back of her mouth, Ted felt the familiar sensation of orgasm start in his prostrate.

“Oh God, Lynn, I’m cumming. You’re making me cum!”

Lynn could barely breath but the feel of his mighty penis rhythmically throbbing in climax only heightened her passion. She slipped her tongue around his twitching pole and flicked it around his urethra, tonguing the sensitive spot just under the helmet. She brought her other hand up and massaged his heavy balls.

Ted growled loudly as his balls dumped their load into his swelling cock. He held it for just a moment, trying to relish his first blow job from a beautiful girl — the feel of her hot mouth stuffed with him, the steady mind-bending pressure of her tongue, the sight of her beautiful full lips stretched around him and the pure unadulterated lust in her pretty green eyes. Then it came forth — he felt like he was spurting into Lynn’s mouth like a firehose.

The 20-year old’s eyes went wide as the first thick blast filled her mouth. She instinctively swallowed as much as she could as Ted’s cock painted the back of her mouth with cum. But he was ejaculating so fast and furious that she couldn’t keep up. What little space there was in her mouth filled and semen began to leak out of her lips. And still he kept going, filling her mouth again and again.

When he slumped against the wall, utterly spent, she sucked hard on him, trying to get every last drop. Finally, she let his softening member slide out of her mouth. She used her hand to clean up the rogue trickle of semen and then licked it off. Finally, she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth off.

“Oh my God, Lynn. That was . . . unbelievable.”

Lynn smiled. “Tell me about it. I’ve never done anything like that — ever. I feel like such a tramp.”

“You’re not a tramp.”

Lynn replied, “Well, I was just now.”

Ted knelt down in front of her, took her hands in his and kissed them. Then he leaned and kissed her on the mouth again. The kissed for a few minutes before finally snuggling together against the wall.

“Are you Ok?” asked Lynn.

“Just in shock. I thought you hated me.”

Lynn laughed. “Lust . . . hate . . . what’s the difference? Even I didn’t know I wanted you until just now.”

“I’ve always wanted you.”

Lynn giggled again. “So I noticed.”

They were quiet for a while.

“So . . . was that your first blowjob?” asked Lynn.

Ted nodded. Lynn felt a deep glow for having been the first to take his orgasm.

“So . . . you’re still . . . a virgin?” asked Lynn.

Ted nodded, a bit more enthusiastically this time. Lynn glanced down at his soft but still massive penis.

“I’m surprised — with that thing.”

“Huh?”

She reached over and squeezed it.

“I would have thought girls would be lining up to play with that.”

Ted shook his head. Lynn rolled her eyes.

“I’m not saying that size matters, but girls are usually at least curious about a guy who’s as well-endowed as you.”

“I thought I was about average.”

Lynn gaped at him. “You’re joking right? You don’t know that you’re like really well-equipped. You must have noticed other guys in locker rooms or bathrooms.”

Ted shook his head.

Lynn rolled her eyes. “Well, trust me. I’ve seen a few. You’re *way* on the big side — maybe too big.” 

Ted felt a little surge of pride. He leaned over and kissed her again. They lost themselves in the kissing again. And then Lynn grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her chest. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed and caressed her firm B-cups through her shirt.

“You are a natural,” she gasped. “I know experienced guys who can’t play with them a tenth as well as you do.”

He began to unbutton Lynn’s bursting shirt. His sex drive was coming back as he glimpsed her pale bra through the widening gap in her blouse. He pulled the blouse back and just stared at her tight lacy silver bra, clinging to her high firm breasts, dented by her hard nipples. He groped them through the flimsy material and Lynn moaned even louder.

“They are loving this,” she said.

He unclipped the front hook. The pale material, released from the pressure, sprang apart. Her tits were even better than Ted had imagined. They were just as firm and high without the bra — perfect hemispheres capped by hard pink nipples.

“Lynn, they’re so beautiful.” She again felt that thrill of giving him another first experience.

He leaned in and began kissing them while gently stroking them with his hands. Lynn moaned and laid back until she was flat on the floor, with Ted hovering over her.

He continued to kiss and nuzzle her breasts while his hands explored her body. The attention was making Lynn wetter and wetter. She moaned as Ted’s hands caressed her belly and waist and his kisses trailed up to her neck and shoulder. When his mouth moved across her cheek and found her ear, her hips bucked toward him. 

“You’re making me so wet, Ted.” 

They were trembling together as Ted’s hand continued its journey down her belly, tracing smaller and smaller circles toward her panty-covered cunt. He slipped under the waistband of her skirt and she bucked her hips toward him again. His fingers touched the top of her panties and started tracing over her mons. Lynn had never been so excited in her life. The way he was easily shifting from her prey to her predator had her on edge. She felt like she might die when he finally touched her. She closed her eyes and parted her legs, allowing him easier access. Ted let his hands trace lower and lower, finding the inward curve toward her pussy.

When his fingers finally found her clit, he gave her another deep powerful kiss. Lynn moaned into his mouth. When he broke from her, she said, “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

Ted let his fingers roam over the damp patch in her panties, discovering the shape of her pussy beneath. He could feel the warmth of her pussy through the material. The feeling brought his cock back to full hardness. He started stroking her vulva though her panties and Lynn began to writhe on the floor. He quickly found her clit and the sensitive spots on her vulva and concentrating on those, rubbing lightly, then firmly. Lynn was surprised at how quickly he was learning her body — none of the men she’d been with had even bothered to try to get her off this way. She reached down and grabbed this ridiculously thick cock.

“Ted, you’re going to make me cum,” moaned Lynn as her hips began to twitch involuntarily. She held her breath as the climax built and her cunt tightened down. Then it released. She cried out softly as gentle waves of pleasure came out of her clit. She tried to move her hips away but Ted held them down while he kept rubbing her pussy, feeling the pussy lips throb and jerk under the silky strip of material. He slowed his ministrations as he felt her climax subside, finally stopping with his fingers poised over her entrance.

“Are you sure you’ve never done anything with women?” asked Lynn.

Ted nodded before realizing her eyes were still closed. “Uh-huh.”

Lynn smiled and opened her eyes. “Well, you’re better than guys I know who’ve been all over.”

“It’s easy when you really want to turn someone on.”

Lynn smiled again and felt her heart melt just a little bit. She glanced down at his hard prick, still rock herd and filling her dainty hand.

“Are you ready for round two?”

Ted nodded happily. Lynn squeezed his massive organ.

“What do you want to do?” she whispered.

Ted hesitated then said, “I want to be inside you.”

Lynn’s vagina got instantly wetter at the thought. She’d never deflowered alone and she squirmed at the thought of being the first to take Ted’s big penis. She was thrilled and scared at the same time.

She stood up and let the skirt slide to her ankles. A shrug of her shoulders and the shirt and bra followed, leaving her standing there in her soaked panties.

She sat down on one of the crates, opened her legs and looked down at him. With trembling fingers, Ted reached over and pulled the straps of her thong over her full hips. She raised her ass to let him slide her panties off. Ted almost came at his first sight of her pussy. It was beautiful. Her vulva were tightly drawn together, but moist and engorged. Her swollen clit stuck out at the top. It was accented by a small tuft of reddish pubic hair.

“Stand up,” she commanded breathily.

Ted stood and Lynn’s legs wobbled at the sight of his prick. He edged forward until his head was just millimeters from her entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. She wanted to scream for him to plunge it into her; but she was scared too. It looked so thick compared to her opening.

Ted leaned forward and the head just touched against her clit. Lynn gasped as her pussy contracted in a mini-orgasm.

“Do you want me to make love to you?” he asked, edging forward until he was touching her vulva.

Lynn was shaking. She was on the verge of just screaming, “Yes!” Her pussy was getting ready for him — lubricating, expanding — preparing to be more filled than it had ever been. Her ovaries began to ache with need.

She nodded. “Be careful. You’re very big.”

Ted slowly edged forward. He wanted, more than anything, to plunge hard and deep into this gorgeous woman. But he could now see how big his cock was compared to her little slit. He put his hands on her taut legs and slowly entered her.

His cockhead parted her lips smoothly and they flowered open for him. Lynn gasped and grabbed her breasts. She’d never felt anything like this. Her pussy lips stretched to enclose Ted’s considerable width. She hissed as she felt them stretch too far.

“Take it easy,” she said.

Ted stopped and pulled back, then pushed forward even more gently. He got in just a little further before he could feel Lynn tighten up.

They continued this way for a few minutes, Ted driving just a little further each time. Lynn was getting incredibly turned on but also increasingly uncomfortable. She thought it would get easier, once his head was past her lips, but it didn’t. Each inch was like being penetrated all over again. When he finally got about halfway in, Lynn shook her head. 

“Please pull out, Ted.”

He slowly drew back and Lynn slumped.

“I’m so sorry. I want to do it, I really do. But you’re just so big.”

Ted leaned forward and kissed her.

“Maybe if we take some time, try just a little bit every now and then, I’ll be able to. You’re just so much bigger than the other guys I’ve had.”

“It’s OK,” he said.

She opened her eyes, reached down and played with his cock. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault. If it takes a while — you’re worth it.”

Lynn smiled. “Maybe I could try it again . . . if you got me a little more ready.”

Her eyes flicked downward and Ted instantly understood what she meant. His mouth watered at the thought. Eating pussy was something that had fascinated him since puberty. He’d spent hours imaging what he would do. Now he had his chance.

He knelt down and Lynn scooted forward until her cunt was just inches from his face. The sweet musky scent was intoxicating. Ted breathed softly on it and Lynn writhed slightly. He kissed her thighs up to the juncture and she purred with pleasure. Finally, he planted a soft lingering kiss on her clit.

“Oh my God,” she said. “You have got to be kidding me about never having done this.”

Ted forced himself to be patient. He slowly explored her pussy with his lips and tongue, getting to know every little fold of flesh. He quickly found her sensitive spots and concentrated his effort there, grinding his tongue slowly against them, then sucking and kissing them, letting Lynn’s responses guide him. Lynn’s back began to arch with her pleasure. She closed her eyes. She loved having her pussy eaten and while Ted wasn’t perfect, he was amazing for a first timer. She was slowly moving to orgasm.

Ted brought his hand up and rolled his index finger around her hot entrance, then slid it deep into her vagina, eliciting another moan. He flexed his finger inside her, pushing against the walls of her pussy, trying to find her sensitive spots. He found one near her entrance, pulled back his fingers and pushed his tongue as deep as he could into the opening it left and licked one of her sensitive spots. Lynn’s hips jerked on the crate and she cried out in pleasure.

“Oh that feels so good. You’re going to make me cum again.”

Ted returned his tongue’s attention to her clit while his hand moved back into place. This time, he slid two thick fingers into her and Lynn moaned again. He spread his fingers wide, stretching her pussy while he sucked her clit into his mouth and tongued it furiously.

Lynn’s jaw dropped as a huge wave of pleasure scorched through her body. She curled up, wrapping her legs tightly around Ted’s back while she bent at the waist until her head was almost touching his. Her breathing came in short ragged bursts as she continued to cum. She wanted him to never stop licking her. But she felt like she would die if she kept cumming. Finally, after nearly a minute of continuous climax, she couldn’t take any more. She pushed him away.

“OK, that’s enough.”

Lynn lay back for a moment, letting her pussy calm down. Ted watched in fascination as her vulva jerked with each little wave of pleasure. Finally she sat up and smiled down at him weakly.

“That. Was. Amazing.”

Her gaze drifted down to his iron-hard cock. Lynn knew she was ready for him now. She could feel it. Her pussy was soaked and tingling — ready for fucking. It felt like an empty space that desperately need to be filled. Her mind was consumed with the thought of taking Ted. And he’d made her cum so hard already — she had to give herself to him whether it hurt or not. She needed to give herself to him.

She stood up off the crate and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting her own juices on his lips. Then she turned around and bent over the crate, offering her stunning ass to Ted. His cock throbbed with excitement at the view, which accentuated the already impossible curve from her narrow waist to her big hips.

“Try it again. I want you inside me!”

Ted stood up and lined up his rock-hard prick with her cunt. He’d never seen his cock so hard. It looked like it was going to explode. He pushed his head against her lips — now wet and swollen with excitement. This time, it slid in much more easily. There was still that hesitation as her vulva stretched over the widest part of his head. But he went slow, easing himself in, letting her adjust.

Lynn started panting. It didn’t hurt this time but the intensity level was unreal. It was overwhelming. She grasped the edge of the crate and held on for dear life while Ted continued to work his oversized prick into her tight pussy.

“You’re so thick,” she gasped. “I can’t believe I’m taking you.”

Ted forced himself to go slow. Lynn’s cunt was just as tight as before. But she was yielding to him now, pulling him in. The feeling made him want to plunge as deep and hard as he could into her. But he kept it slow. About five inches in, he hit her cervix. Lynn tensed and backed up just a bit. Then he put both his hands on Lynn’s ass and started squeezing.

The response was immediate. Lynn moaned and rocked against him. Her pussy get a little deeper. He squeezed her hips and held her still while he started stroking slowly. Each stroke, her drove just a little deeper until finally, his balls started slapping against her clit. 

“Oh my God,” he groaned when he realized he was finally fully inside her. It felt amazing. Now that he didn’t have to worry about it, it suddenly hit him that he was really having sex. He was suddenly aware of everything: how good it felt to be in her, to have his rock hard prick massaged and caressed by her vaginal muscles over every square inch of its considerable surface area, to feel his head swell to fill up the little space at the end of her cunt. As much time as he’d spent imagining what it must be like to fuck, he’d never imagined it would be like this. If he hadn’t just cum, he would have gone off right then. As it was, he could feel the first stirrings of another climax.

Lynn’s legs were shaking. She was relieved that he was all the way in her. Again, she felt no pain — only that incredible intense feeling. She relaxed a little as he stroked into her. And once she relaxed, she too began to enjoy it. It felt really good to be so full. She felt both vulnerable and powerful; dominated by his big cock but dominating his big cock by taking every last inch of it.

But just as she was beginning to enjoy the feeling, her pussy exploded in climax again. No build up. One moment she was thinking this felt good. The next she was gasping for air as lightning blots of pleasure shot through her body. She couldn’t cry out. She couldn’t move. She could barely breath.

Ted was amazed at the sudden change in Lynn. One moment, she had just relaxed and his prick was starting to glide easily into her. The next she was going crazy, writhing on the crate, bucking her hips, trying to get away from the fleshy pole that had gone in a second from intimidating her to driving her out of her mind. The sight made his balls start to throb and his cock harden as he approached his second climax of the night. Her cunt tightened down on him, squeezing him hard. At the same time, it was getting slicker and deeper, pulling him into her cunt, lining his head up with her cervix, trying to draw the cum out of him and into her womb. He tightened his grip on her luscious ass, trying to hold her on him while he deepened his thrusts, driving his fat length into her. 

Lynn was only dimly aware of him. Her body was entirely wrapped up in her orgasm. She finally managed to gasp for air and make a meek cry of pleasure. She was barely aware of Ted gripping her hips harder and deepening his strokes other than that it made her cum even harder.

Ted was holding his breath, trying to hold back his climax. He wanted to enjoy his first time with a woman, draw it out. But it was too much to ask. The sight and sensation of Lynn cumming all over his cock forced his body to thrust harder and faster into the pretty girl.

“I think … I’m going to cum again,” he gasped.

“Cum inside me,” she gasped. “I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Fill me up, you stud!”

His balls emptied and his shaft swelled as his orgasm began. He thrust deep into Lynn and then just held himself there while his cum traveled down his urethra. His whole body jerked as it came frothing out, filling Lynn’s tight pussy, sending streams deep into her womb. He almost fainted from the pleasure. Cumming inside a woman was even better than he’d imagined it could be.

His orgasm sent Lynn back into the stratosphere. It felt like he was pumping even more cum into her pussy than he’d pumped into her mouth. It spurted out around his spasming cock, running down her thighs. She managed to gasp out, “I can feel you cum. Oh God, it’s making me cum so hard,” before she was overwhelmed again. 

They held their position for several minutes, not moving. Lynn’s body gradually calmed, her orgasmic waves settling into little aftershocks before finally abating. Ted enjoyed every moment — from the feel of Lynn’s stretched cunt still spasming around him to the sound of his cum leaking out of her pussy and falling in large wet drops on the floor.

It was Lynn who broke the silence. “Wow.”

“You’re telling me.”

“That was . . . incredible. I don’t think I’ll be able to cum again for a month.”

Ted pulled his soft prick out of her battered pussy. It was followed by a stream of their combined fluids. Lynn felt suddenly empty without him in there, then felt her vagina relax to its normal size. She sat up, went light headed and went back down again. Ted gently picked her up and pulled her into his arms for another deep kiss. The supererotic feel of Ted’s lips and tongue on hers, his soft meaty prick rubbing against her mons and his load leaking down her thighs made Lynn moan again.

“I’m glad my first time was with you,” said Ted, when they broke.

Lynn blushed. “If that was your first time . . . I don’t think I could take another one.”

Ted replied, “That was mostly you. I just stood there.”

Lynn kissed him again. She reached down and patted his cock.

“What do you say we finish up here and go back to my place?” she asked.

Ted nodded. Lynn grinned back at him and turned to gather up her clothes. With another little smile and a blown kiss, she hurried off into the bathroom. Ted’s eyes locked on her as her ass made figure 8’s all the way there.

This might be a good summer after all.

To be continued …