The Turgid Details
He sat on the edge of his bed. His body trembled and his breath came in short, quick stitches. His cock was so hot and stiff that it seemed to be burning a hole through his jeans. He opened them up, adjusted his briefs, and the cock lumbered free, immediately bouncing upright, aching for a fight.
There was a knock at the door.
Fuck me, he thought.
“David,” Cassie said softly. “Can I come in?”
“Jesus, Cassie, would you please just go home! I feel horrible about what I did! I’m sorry!”
She opened the door anyway.
“I’m not,” she said evenly, staring at him.
He grabbed a corner of the bedspread and tried to cover himself. His erection, however, wasn’t having any of that. It throbbed high and hard beneath the bedspread, building a circus tent and demanding to be recognized. She didn’t say anything else, just walked across the bedroom and peered out the window. She nodded to herself.
“I know you’ve been watching me, David,” she said, staring at him from across the room. “Why do you think I come out every day at the same time…?”
She left the window and took a seat beside him on the bed.
“I thought you were gonna call the cops,” he whispered, shaking so badly he thought he might vomit.
She arced an eyebrow. “David, really?”
An electric thrill surged up his chest and into his brain as he watched her slowly reach across his leg and gently touch the bulge in the bedspread. He moaned loudly.
“Shhhh,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips.
She pushed him gently down across the bed. The bedspread fell away and the cock reared up angry and proud from the middle of his crotch. Juice seeped unceasingly from its bloated, heart-shaped knob.
“David,” she said softly, licking her lips. “You have an amazingly huge penis. It’s so incredibly muscular.”
“I’m a virgin,” he croaked.
“Do tell,” she said dryly.
His heart hammered painfully against his chest as she reached out with a fingertip and caressed his frenulum. He cried out and abruptly climaxed violently, his cock hurling great ropy streams in her warm, firm grasp. She stroked him gently as his hips pumped reflexively, expertly milking him with obvious delight. He opened his eyes and found her staring at him expectantly.
“Still want me to go home?”
This story only gets wilder! Buy now with one click!