I did the thing I had to do that day, but felt somewhat guilty about not telling him that the main reason was that I had another date that evening.
Around 6:30 Michael knocked on the door to my apartment. He was a guy I had been going out with for a couple of months, but after yesterday and that morning, I wasn't sure why. It all boiled down to the fact that Michael had the biggest cock I had experienced to that point in my life.
He was a typical 26 year old guy, thinking about sports, drinking and fucking, but not in that order, actually never in that order. He picked me up and we went to his favorite sports bar to meet up with a few of his friends. I knew right away that it wasn't going to be anything like the night before.
His friends are all as immature as Mike; they all kept staring at my tits and making wiseass remarks. I should have dumped Mike before now, but his cock felt so good inside me.
We had a few drinks; they mostly watched the game and sent me to the bar for more drinks. At least on my trips to the bar I could flirt with the bartender.
A couple of hours later we were back at Mike's apartment making out on the couch. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my full breasts and quickly unbuttoning my blouse. My nipples were hard with excitement and I could feel Mike's cock thickening as he ground himself against my pussy. I was lying under him, my blouse unbuttoned, my breast straining at the confinement of my lacy bra, my skirt hiked up and my legs open. My pussy was barely covered by the thin material of my thong. His pants were unbuttoned and I had pushed them down over his ass, his thick cock throbbing within his briefs.
He was grinding his bulge against my tingling cunt as he dry humped me eagerly. My hands were on his ass pushing his cock even harder against my cunt. I was turned on and Mike knew it. He pulled back from me and lifted his body enough to pull the front of his briefs down. His cock sprung free and I could feel the heat of his prick against me. He continued grinding against me with his big thick cock, sliding it along the swollen lips of my vagina. His huge cock head pressed the material of my thong into the folds of my labia as he ground hard against me.
I was gasping for air because I was so excited, moments later I heard myself say, "Oh, God, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Please, please fuck me." I moved my hand off his ass and reached between my legs to slide the small patch of fabric of my thong out of the way to allow his cock to enter me.
He kept grinding his prick against my labia for a few more seconds until he finally found the right angle to penetrate me. The head of his cock pushed my cunt open as he filled me completely with one full thrust.
"Oh, fuck yea," Mike moaned as his thick prick filled me completely. I rolled my hips back to allow him to penetrate me as deeply as he could.
My vagina grasped at the thick shaft of his cock as he started to withdraw. He pulled about half way out of me before thrusting vigorously back into me deeply.
His cock filled me completely, he was a clumsy lover, but damn, his cock felt so good in me. Long, thick and wonderful. He fucked me for several minutes, but never got me close to coming before I felt his cock spasm and felt his hot jism fill my cunt. "Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm coming," he moaned as he shot jet after jet of sperm deep into me.
As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto my chest and lay there as his sperm oozed from my pussy. A few moments later his soft cock slipped from my still eager cunt.
I needed more but Mike had shot his load for the evening and I was going to go home un-fulfilled. About a half hour later Mike was driving me home.
Along the way I realized that some men excite me more than others, but sex is always a turn on for me. I thought about how excited I was last night and how much pleasure that man had given me.
During the week Marijean, a woman I teach with, pumped me for details about my weekend. I told her I had two dates over the weekend but didn't go into details. I was coy in answering all her questions, which only made her more curious and asked more questions.
She never asked if my two dates were with two different guys, so I never had to discuss that.
The week went on and Mike called to ask me if I was busy over the weekend. I was hoping to hear from the new guy so I told him that I was busy. Unfortunately I didn't hear from the guy who would become my husband that week.
The week went by and I couldn't stop thinking about everything we did when we were together. He was interesting, exciting and the kind of lover that most women long for. Mike's cock was bigger, but he was clumsy and only thought about his own pleasure.
Several times during the week I made myself come thinking about how the guy on Saturday night had made me come and the sensations of his hands on my body, and his cock inside me. I did hope that I would hear from him again.
When I finally did hear from him, he apologized for not getting back to me sooner. He had to be away for work on a trip to courier work to another museum for an exhibition loan.
We got together that Saturday evening, went out for a nice dinner, and then came back to his apartment to enjoy the rest of the evening.
"Have you given any more thought to letting me photograph you," he said.