The girl in my room was very sexy: 5'4", 135 pounds, pretty face, shoulder-length dark hair, C cup breasts, flat tummy, rounded hips, shapely legs - The whole package. She stood naked before me, waiting for my instructions. I ogled her amazing assets. My prick began engorging and hardening.
I slowly undressed too. When I had on only my briefs, the top half of my organ was visible above the waistband. Jill gasped and her eyes widened. I removed the underwear, smiled, and waited for her eyes to finish exploring my body.
At 6'2", 180 pounds of pure muscle, and 8" of cock when erect (and now it definitely was!), I was proud of my figure. Rigorous exercises shaped my body. I was among the top swimmers in the state, and was told that many girls came to our competitions to stare at my body in a swimsuit. I got my face from the father I never knew. Like him, I had a square jaw, straight nose, short brown hair, and blue piercing eyes - A rare occurrence in the same person. Most girls found me irresistible.
I approached Jill with my pole leading the way. She didn't move and her eyes focused on my swaying organ. Similar reaction I noticed from the 2 former girls I went to bed with. Was it my body? The size and hardness of my pecker? The hypnotic movement of my cock, like that of a metronome's pendulum rod? I didn't really care. Her reaction told me she was ripe for the taking.
I stopped inches from her, raised her chin gently, and kissed her full lips softly. She closed her eyes, and her hands hugged me. My palm caressed her cheek, slowly descending to her neck, and down further, cupping her ample tit. She moaned and her body clutched to mine. Well, at least the upper body - My member separated our lower part.
I massaged her round breast and tweaked her rubbery nipple. She groaned. I used my other hand to pull her hand and place it on my stiffy. Jill tried to wrap her small palm around it but couldn't. Her hand bobbed my shaft gingerly. I kissed her neck and she shivered.
I whispered in her ear, "Girl, it's time for bed." She didn't respond.
I lifted her light body in my arms, and lay her in my king size bed. I stood silently by the bed, and watched her breathtaking body. Her eyes followed mine.
"Jill, you have a terrific body. You are not virgin, are you?"
She muttered, "No. I had a boyfriend for a year before you. We had sex together several times."
"Good. Have you tried oral sex?"
She glanced at me pleadingly, "My boyfriend ate me twice, and he loved it when I went down on him. Roman, why are you asking these questions? Come to bed. I want to feel your body against mine."
I joined her on the bed, and French kissed her, as my hand found her orb and rubbed it. Jill's pulse increased incrementally, and her nose breathing became more rapid too. My hand wandered south toward her navel, continuing to her bald cunt. She spread her thighs and invited my fingers in. The vulva was drenched! Jill was highly aroused, just like me...
My forefinger found her puffy clit and tilted it lightly from side to side. Jill began whimpering, and her arms pulled me over her body. I moved between her legs, aimed my penis at the entrance, and touched her moist labia with the sponged head.
She whispered, "Roman, please, go slow. Your dick is huge. I want to enjoy it without getting ripped apart..."
"Jill, I promise to START slow."
I began shoving my cock into her very tight tunnel, frequently pausing to let her adjust to my much larger girth. The abundant juice helped lubricate the way inside. After a long time that felt like an hour, my member was buried all the way, and my sack hit her ass cheeks. All this time, Jill's eyes were shut and her fingers pinched my waist, reflecting the struggle to accommodate the large foreign body and the pleasure of having her vagina thoroughly filled. By the time I was fully in, her pulse rate was above 120 per minute.
I began slow strokes, letting her body get used to me. Jill's body began shaking after the 5th stroke. She must have been so horny, that she wasn't able to hold it. Her arms pulled me into her, and she screamed, "Oh, Roman, that is fantastic! I feel you all the way to my throat! Do it haaarder!..."
My pounding of her pussy gradually intensified, and her screams increased accordingly.
I whispered in her ear, "Is this what you wished for? You wanted to be fucked like a common slut? Tell me!"
She alternated between cries and screams. Now and then she mumbled, "Oh, GOD! Youuu are soo big! You aare killiiing meee! But it's sooo goood..."
I continued plowing her cunt mercilessly, knowing my mother, who was in the adjacent room, could hear her screaming. Jill's orgasm continued in waves. The climax caused her vagina muscles to contract spasmodically, milking my cock in the process. The mere sight of her convulsing torso, as her lower part impaled by my hard long cock, and her jiggling voluptuous tits, was a strong trigger for my hungry pole.
I leaned into her and blurted, "Girl, be ready. I am about to dump my load deep inside You." I barely finished the sentence and I felt my semen rushing to my urethra and then flooding her pussy with my spunk. As I was ejaculating, her screams were deafening. I French kissed her, succeeding in muffling her noises for a while.
When I finished, I rolled sideways, and lightly caressed her sweaty body. Her respiration and pulse returned to normal after 15 minutes. Jill opened her eyes and stared at me astonishingly, "It is true what Rachel told me! You really are a sex god. At one point I felt I was in heaven. I could see stars and angels in the sky. I knew I was screaming but couldn't stop it. It was the best sex I ever had! Thank you."
"You welcome."
She gazed at me, "Roman, now that you had my body, will I see you again?"
I looked her in the eye, "Jill, I hope so..."
We relaxed in bed for another half an hour, and then she left. It was 7 in the evening.
...
Several minutes after Jill left, my mother knocked on my door, "Roman, can I talk to you?"
I was in bed watching TV with only my briefs on, "Sure, Mom. Come on in."
She opened the door, stared at my exposed body, and rested her eyes slightly longer on my covered prick, that was, how shall I describe it, almost soft... Her respiration stopped for a moment.
