This is based on one of my favorite comics. Personally I've always felt that the comic left a little to be desired.
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"Harder Cooper, fuck me harder," I screamed.
I knew he was getting close to cumming but I thought maybe I could squeak something out of it for myself. I laid my head down sideways on the pillow and propped myself on one elbow, maneuvering my now free hand, I pulled my dress out of the way and set my fingers to work.
"Come on Coop, fuck me, I want your fat cock deep in my pussy," I hissed.
It was as much for me at this point as it was for me.
Cooper wasn't the biggest guy I had ever dated, but he was no slouch. A solid six and a half, and he was thicker than most guys. I was even impressed with the fact that he knew how to use it. He hit all the right spots, he was attentive, and more than anything, I knew that after almost a year together, he really loved me. The problem, was that he was a minute man.
We tried all sorts of things. Condoms that numb his unit, excess lube, breathing exercises, but nothing seemed to work. The only thing that we had found that really worked, was for him to go down on me before we ever started. Today, to my dismay, we skipped that step.
I had initially been a bit upset with him. Just after finally getting dressed for the evening he started in. I normally would have resisted, but last night I didn't finish either and I was unbelievably horny. Not to mention the fact that Cooper knows just how to press my buttons. I'm probably the only person in the world who is ticklish on their ass, and for some unknown reason, when someone tickles my ass it sends a jolt of pure enjoyment rushing through my body.
Right about now I was wishing he had never found that out.
"Here I come baby," Cooper grunted.
He slipped his fat cock out of my pussy and tore the condom off like a wild man. I spun on the spot and took his cock into my mouth, just in time to feel a jet of warm cum spill out onto my tongue. His cock jerked one more time and a little more trickled out. I waited for the last few dribbles to find their way out, before I let his now limp cock fall free from my lips.
I ran to the bathroom and spat the thick spunk into the sink, washing it down with copious amounts of water. I seized my toothbrush, lathered it up with toothpaste and set to work. I really didn't mind it when Cooper came in my mouth. It was actually really hot, I just absolutely hate, the taste of cum. More than anything I hate how it coats your mouth and seems to just linger. Not to mention the fact that there was no way I was going to meet his family for the first time with blow job breath.
"Man I needed that," Cooper cooed, "I could barely sleep last night I've been so nervous."
"You're nervous," I said with the toothbrush still in my mouth, "Are you that embarrassed of me?" I knew what he meant, but for me a day without cynicism was a day without air. The only problem right now, was the fact that I had put a little too much fire behind my words. I don't remember ever being quite so sexually frustrated in my entire life. Granted I hadn't been sexually active for all that long, but still it was grinding on me. Cooper had clearly heard my frustration though.
"You, you finished didn't you," he asked, "I kept going as long as I possibly could, I thought I felt you finishing."
I grimaced internally, but when I turned to face him with my mouth covered in foaming toothpaste, I just smiled. Cooper was devastated but the second he saw my smile he lit up.
"Well you finish getting ready and we'll leave in what, 10 minutes," he asked.
"Sounds good," I called back after spitting the second batch of toothpaste into the sink. I wondered to myself whether or not I could finish in that amount of time, but decided against it. I checked my breath, gave myself a once over in the mirror to make sure I hadn't missed any, and slipped on a clean pair of panties, then we were out the door.
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I had wondered for a while what the reasoning behind not introducing me to his parents had been, but I decided not to question it. He met my parents within a month of when we started dating. In fact we ate with my parents at least once a month. Now we were on the way to meet his entire family all at once, his parents and his 4 brothers and 1 sister who were all under 10 years old.
My first impression was disbelief. As we pulled up to his house I was taken aback, it was less a house and more a mansion. I knew that he had money but I guess I didn't know just how much. Cooper parked us in their circle drive and looked at me with a pained smile. He was clearly nervous, as was I.
Cooper was an attractive young man, tall with a full head of hair, bright blue eyes and the metabolism of a god. He ate like no man I had ever met and was still a twig. I had to workout nearly every day to keep my body. I was interested in 2 things right now though. I was interested in what they would think of the 5 foot nothing, black haired, pale skinned little girl, with horned rim glasses, and only a B cup who was dating their son. I was also interested in seeing the parents who had spawned an absolute 10.
"Here we are," Cooper said as he knocked on the front door.
The man who answered the door could not have been further from my vision. Standing in front of the now open door was a tall overweight, balding man man with wireframe glasses. There might have been a time when he was attractive, but that time was long past. A brief vision shot into my head of Cooper and I, years from now. The tiny nerd with the big fat slob sharing a tiny apartment. I shook my head to clear the vision and extended my hand.
"It's nice to finally meet you Julie, I'm Robert, Cooper's father," he said as he took my hand in his and kissed it softly. "Come in, come in," he said waving us both in. Just inside the door he took Cooper into a hug.
I didn't realize it but I guess this was the first time Cooper was seeing his family in some time. After being introduced to the entire family, we sat down to dinner in the largest dining room I had ever seen in my life. The table was big enough for at least 20 people, but we fit comfortably enough at one end I suppose.
Dinner was amazing. Shelly, Cooper's mom had prepared a 5 coarse meal. The conversation started with what Cooper had been doing since the last time they had all talked. Then slowly switched gears to the 2 of us. Apparently he didn't make a habit of bringing girls home, which I guess was a good thing.
The first time I notched it, was during the main coarse. Robert was staring directly at me. Or rather not at me but through me. At first I thought he was staring at my chest. My dress was a little low cut, just enough to make it look like I had cleavage. As he continued to stare though I realized he was just watching me. Watching my every move, my every motion... my every thought.
The conversation continued at a regular pace but I had no idea what everyone was saying. All of my attention was on Robert. He didn't miss a beat. He could carry on the conversation like nothing was happening. It wasn't until Shelly asked me a question that I realized how lost in thought I was.
"What," I asked between bites.
"So what are you planning on doing with your degree?" she asked again.
I smiled at her and told her my elaborate plans for after college. She was apparently satisfied because she moved on to talking about what Cooper could do. When I was certain she wasn't going to ask me another question, I glanced back to Robert. He was still staring at me, only this time it was different. He licked his lips and I felt a shoeless foot touch my ankle.
My brain was screaming for me to pull my leg away, but something deep inside of me made me keep it still. With a sudden jolt of fear I realized what it was that was keeping my leg there, my pussy was sopping wet. Please move leg, please move, move leg, move, move, move, I was yelling in my own head, but nothing happened. Slowly his foot moved up my leg, caressing my calf, until it found my thigh. This was dangerous territory for all kinds of reasons, but none more so than the fact that I didn't know how I was going to keep it together. Just when I was reaching my breaking point, his foot disappeared. I was ready to explode and now I was left wanting more.
When dinner ended I suggested to Cooper that we take off a little early. I lied and told him I wasn't feeling great and he agreed. We said all our goodbyes and were out the door. Relief flooded over me. I was out of Robert's power.
We were 2 steps out the door though when I heard his voice.
