[Straight]Winter Lust

[southally]

There was a strong glow. A painted display of shadows danced along the far wall, and the strong scent of perfume waffed from Lizzie's neck and wrists as Wiley struggled to keep his cool. He had spent hours arranging items along the shelves so as not to divulge how little he really cared about tidying up. He had carefully picked up each knick knack from the mantle and wiped away months of dust that had accumulated since he moved in the early summer. And now he found himself trying deperately to concentrate on retracing this process as the firelight created a show of their silhouettes on the opposite wall. It could have been any innocuous thought, really. Anything but her. But he had chosen to look away from her at that wall. And even just the rough outline of her figure was distracting him from that goal. Lizzie had such a voluptous figure, and her sweater was a good two sizes too small for her. Her nipples, easily the size of thimbles under the fine, stretched fabric, had him wondering how she could be cold when he could feel himself sweat. He half-glanced down at his jeans to see how obvious his lack of self control was. This wasn't working.

He tried to think of some conversation to make as the music from the movie got eerie and loud. He could feel Lizzie pushing closer to him as the scary part grew closer as well, glancing up at his face from time to time to gauge his response. He was not scared of the movie. Oh, no. He had more pressing issues. Everything was pressing. His crotch was becoming very uncomfortable now. His heart was on its way into his throat. He wanted so deperately to fill the moment with something other than his burning libido. Just then, the tension came to a crescendo as the demon on the screen lept out from behind...something! What a cheesy movie they had chosen, but Lizzie's leg slid over his enough to bump into something hard as she squeezed his arm with fright. She might not have noticed ordinarily, as she was in such terror from the story. But something caught her attention about it, and she glanced over immediately.

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Wiley had always been an awkward kid. He was the fourth and youngest brother of his generation. He had gotten more than his fair share of teasing. Right until the end of high school, he had been tall and gangly. He had poor self esteem and no experience at all with the opposite sex. But several months before the end of school, he had been accepted to university. He moved in early and spent just about all his time working out. Add to that the normal process of a young man's body filling out and by that winter, and by that very night with Lizzie's body steadily working its way in more contact with his, he had filled out quite nicely. And there was another thing.

What Wiley did not know, and what he was about to discover, was that he had been blessed with something that was about to make itself known to him for the first time in his life. This was the very moment when his hidden "talent" was to affect him in ways he had previously only fantacized about.

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Feedback please. I am an aspiring writer, and I want to improve, whatever the venue or genre.

 

[southally]

Lizzie's head turned to see what it was she had felt as Wiley anxiously searched her eyes for a reaction. Eternity came and went as she slowly turned her head towards his while the action on the screen climaxed unnoticed by either of them. And even when her eyes met his, the fire again tormented him a moment longer before it graced his view with proper lighting to make out her expression. Finally it revealed a smile, ever so slight a smile. And it was the dangerous kind. Lizzie Caffee actually wanted him.

Outwardly, Wiley thought he was playing it rather cool until his attempt at words only came out as gibberish. Lizzie slowly and deliberately swung one leg over both of his and put a finger over his lips. "Shhh," was all she said as she slid the finger gently over his chin and eventually down to his waist. Wiley could feel his expression turn to one of terror as she began at that moment to caress the uncomfortable and growing lump in his pants. Slowly she slid one hand along the denim and then both several times before she went for his belt buckle. Wiley flexed his legs sufficiently to allow a smooth removal once she pulled down the zipper, and his jeans were around his ankles with him lying prone on his cheap sofa.

It was at that moment that Lizzie, the girl he had been eyeing silently for months before he even had the courage to speak to her in calculus; the girl with the longest, most svelte and slender legs he had ever seen, and those striking green eyes...she audibly gasped as his engorged stick pressed openly, painfully at the side of his briefs for her to see. She looked at him again, this time with a whiff of trepidation, and none of the brimming confidence that infected her countenance moments before. And Wiley, virgin that he was, could not even figure out why.

 

[SR_Johnny the Worm]

great so far keep going

 

[Catharsis]

the writing is great and the story is really interesting so far! please keep it up.

 

[southally]

With all the fascination of a child sizing up an intriguing Christmas gift for that extended moment before shredding off the paper, Lizzie moved her head around to the other side of his...bulge to get another angle. Wiley, by now was squinting abd wincing so hard that he could only make out her motions, and not her obvious fascination. "What could she be doing down there?" he wondered with unconfidence and fear. "Are my underpants stained?" "Does my crotch smell?" And especially, as ridiculous as it seemed, "Is my penis too small and uncompelling?"

Lizzie, for her part, again let out only the second sound she could muster since she first lay eyes on, well, it. Her mouth, full of cotton, swallowed back a dry tongue and she clicked it as she now realized that her jaw had been gaping open. Finally, she slowly pulled down on the elastic of his drawers. First, his light brown pubic hair bushed out. Then the base. Definitely thicker than a soda can and crimson with engorged power, it pressed firmly against her efforts. Then, bit by bit the shaft came into her view. On and on she pulled. Past his scrotum. Past his buttocks. Down, down the length of his thigh she slid the cotton fabric until at last just before his kneecap, the base of the mushroom head came into view. She gave a final tug, but that only revealed an elongated top that required another effort to spring free. She had to move back on her knees to give his penis room to rise between them. She could now clearly feel her own heartbeat hasten as she took in exactly what she had gotten herself into. She gazed momentarily again into Wiley's eyes with nervous anticipation. This was not what she had expected. She was in control here. She knew Wiley was a virgin. That was why she had agreed to come over. He would be putty for her to mold and control. How had she lost her grip? What was going to happen to her?

Wiley had been watching, aching to touch her, to participate. But he stayed his hand. He allowed her to move the scene along. She was fulfilling his fantasy, and he would not protest or interrupt her progress. When his now fully hardened penis was finally let free, he felt the relative cool of the air waft up against it and the waistband snap back against his knees. He opened an eye to catch her movements look less fluid than before, less caalculated as she gazed at his truly massive erection. He opened the other as she glanced back at him with that look on her face that he had not expected. This was Lizzie. Confident Lizzie. Lizzie who knew all the answers on the tests. Lizzie who commanded the attention of every guy she was in a room with. The same girl who could cause a collision in the halls just by wearing a tank top. Lizzie was fearless. Lizzie was in charge.

But not this time.

 

[honeydew]

Very well written. Please do continue.

 

[southally]

With confidence, Wiley pulled off his shirt to reveal his tightly chiseled torso and prominent chest with the square shoulders typical of his family tree. He had known that he was getting into better shape, but he could not have known that the sight of his perfected upper body was only adding to the tortured excitement building in Lizzie's inner thighs.

At this, Lizzie began pulling the buttons loose on her sweater, and Wiley finally had his question answered. She was not wearing a bra after all. Her unbelievable cleavage was somehow natural. One after another let more and more of her mammaries into his sight. She was in such a hurry to remove the garment that at one point she simply popped the remaining buttons off as she struggled to free one shoulder, then the other, from the tightly stretched material. And Wiley would finally not have to make due with her cleavage and his own hand for his fantasy. Her oversized pink areolae surrounded stiff nipples as big around has his thumbs. But he only had a moment to enjoy the sight for she began to pull his shoes off as soon as she finished with her own sweater. She was not teasing or seducing him here. She was on a mission. When his cheap sneakers were removed, she pulled off his socks and then went for the jeans. Wiley's penis made contact with her head several times as she maneuvered his pants around his ankles. He could feel his own excitement rise each time because she grunted in a rather animalistic fashion with each touch. She was either unwilling or unable to retain any semblance of calm. She was completely uncollected and she was not going to be denied her quarry. Was this what sex was always going to be like, wondered Wiley?

 

[giantsausage]

Keep going please

 

[southally]

The moment his pants were past his feet, Lizzie pulled herself between his legs, kneeling in front of him on the floor. She ran her fingers up and over his oversized cock, tracing its entire length and girth with both hands. It was particularly warm and perfectly straight, quite a bit longer and bigger around than her forearm. There were few veins, and it had a palpable urethra along the bottom as wide as some of the penises she had handled before. The crown on the tip was slightly larger than her fist. it was going to be a tight squeeze just to get that through. His sac was similarly oversized. She had to use both hands to fondle its volume, and still her fingers could not fit around. She decided that his testes, each the size of a typical scrotum by itself, must be capable of creating and sending an enormous amount of semen down that delivery tube. At this thought she very plainly figured that she was probably holding the largest, most capable penis that had ever been created. She desired to have it in her so very much, and there was clearly no need to help this stud get in the mood. Lizzie was having trouble forming complete thoughts, but she figured that she had to have some fun before the final act of this play to get the most out of the performance. Would he permit her to pursue her desires? This was a strange thought, and she knew it. What guy would not let her have her way? But this was different. Wiley was not some conquest. He was...something more. Something to be cherished. Something sacred. Divine.

Despite his confident disrobing display, Wiley was in agony. Her soft caresses along the length of his shaft were sending shivers along his legs and spine. Never before had Wiley even been touched by another human being in any way. And she was not just touching it. She was worshipping it with her hands and forearms. The sight of her slender fingers caressing his penis was bringing him in danger of the big release. He fought hard to remove his mind from his body. He tried to study philosophy with her face pressed up against his shaft. He switched to anthropology when her tongue began to touch the head. He carried that straight into geology when she began to manipulate it into her mouth the way a snake disconnects its jaw to fit in oversized prey. She stretched her lips slowly and carefully around the hyper-sensitive tip until her mouth somehow took it entirely in.

 

[southally]

Her cheeks bulged outward on both sides as she gently guided the elongated head further into her mouth, breathing heavily though her nose. She was good at this, mind you, and she had never met a cock she could not complete. So there was a vendetta to be sought here, unrealistic as that goal might be. She looked up at his face, seeing his anguish, and carefully backed the head back out of her mouth, swaying her head side-to-side to ease it back out of her throat. "My precious," she found herself saying. "Am I hurting it? Am I damaging it in any way? Is this not what you want?"

"Good God, no you aren't hurting me! W-w-why did you stop?" Wiley coughed out. At that, Lizzie dutifully maneuvered the moistened head back into her mouth, careful not to catch her teeth on it. She had heard what she needed to. She felt licensed to fulfill her own fantasy.

Lizzie glided the gigantic head into her mouth and positioned her body horizontally to guide the shaft far into her throat. She slowly suctioned her lips further and further over the length of his penis, taking regular short stops to catch her breath. The head was too big, so without the ability to simply pull his dick out, her saliva was dripping all over it as she slithered her mouth further around it. Inch by inch, she pulled the throbbing pole into her esophagus, which was clearly visible in her neck as it went down. She had found it easy to train her up-chuck instinct away, so when she felt that she was nearing her limit, she was surprised to see almost half the shaft left to go. Needing help, she began to slide her mouth back and forth on his now slightly pulsating member. She knew what the pulsing might mean, but she was not done, damnit! She withdrew the shaft all the way up to the head and then impaled herself back upon it over and over, gaining a small amount of depth with each pass. Her fingers, gripping him ever closer to the base now, Lizzie could feel herslef running out of space on it so she grasped his buttocks for more leverage. More and more aggressively, she rammed the spear down her throat, the head clearly defined as it passed into her chest. Finally, after several minutes of her slurping more and more of his oversized penis into her, she could feel her nose touch his scrotum. She gave it several more passes, and felt that she had done her part so far. Breathing heavily through her nostrils, she disgorged herself and then carefully licked the head before giving it several tender strokes.

 

[1760]

fuckin hawt

 

[bobg4400]

keep going!
how much longer is it gonna be?

 

[southally]

So sry. Probably Friday night.

 

[southally]

Looking up at Wiley tenderly, she could see him gritting his teeth with effort not to blow, so she sat back for a moment, just looking at his muscular legs and stomach. Wiley looked down at her, squinting through one eye again. That was all Lizzie could wait for. She was just getting started. The television was now playing the creaking sounds of doors opening and heavy breathing over and over on the title track. It went completely unnoticed by Lizzie as she lithely pulled off her tiny shoes. Then she shimmied out of her tight pants and thong before pulling herself upon Wiley again.

During this scene, Wiley was desperately trying to figure out what he should be doing. He considered that she would know that he was a virgin if he acted it. But what would be the cool thing to do? He did the only thing he could think of and stroked the length of his own tremendous penis. He pulled it up along his body, reaching all the way to his sternum as he lay nearly flat on his back. His hands were so large themselves that he was able to slide his palm up over the entirety of the head at the apex of each stroke. After several of these Lizzie had returned to continue her quest.

Wiley could feel the smoothness of her thighs against his own very clearly now, and he reached his hand down to touch them. He began to move it back towards her buttocks, but Lizzie wanted him to feel her all over first. Wiley persisted and Lizzie eventually complied. She slid her body along the length of his rigid shaft several times in a slow, rhythmic motion until Wiley could take it no more. He grabbed her slender body beneath the shoulders and maneuvered himself on top of her. This is not what Lizzie was aiming for. She was hoping to have it her way and Wiley was taking charge. But she desperately wanted him inside her. She would take it any way she could get it. He was taking short, stilted breaths as he lay his monster along her belly and sent it along her chest into her cleavage. Lizzie had done this sort of thing before. Her breasts were plenty large enough to excite a guy, but it was just a means to an end. And she wanted that end inside of her.

 

[southally]

Lizzie pouted and made the needy face, straight into Wiley's eyes. Wiley had gotten what he was looking for, but he wanted more. He moved his body up past her hips to her ribcage. From here he could send the crown into her face until she opened her mouth. She grabbed his shaft with both hands as it brushed between her mounds and over her chin. With enthusiasmm, Lizzie tried to get her mouth around it every time it passed within range. This was not what she truly wanted of course. But she just could not help herself. It was just so influentual and commanding. Her ineffective attempts to fit it between her lips only invigorated Wiley, making him jam it into her face ever harder. Lizzie found herself aching with desire as the meaty head filled her view over and over until she grunted and at last howled with lust. Wiley figured that was enough.

He backed off of her and stood on the fuzzy throw rug with his knees bent sharply. But instead of pushing the thing in, he dabbled it all along her labia. He whacked her inner thigh and abdomen gently with the mallet-like head. He was dying, just dying to ram his rod deep inside her, but he wanted to sweeten the experience. He had to make her really, really......just then, seeing her juices start to leak out of her, it was not surprising to him to hear her shout out "Wiley, please...I just can't wait a moment longer. I need you now!" That was his cue. It was going to be great.

Wiley backed up a step more to give himself room. Then he placed the giant head on her skin along the pink flaps of flesh marking the entrance. "How is this supposed to fit in there?" he wondered. He did not want to mess up his first sexual experience so he negotiated the labia carefully with a variety of motions. He could see her flesh swell until he at last penetrated her. Lizzie stared at the support beams of the ceiling while she clung tightly to his forearms with her hands. At once, she wanted him to stop and needed him to continue, and her knuckles turned white. Her grip intensified as he sent just the head in and out of her. Already her buttocks were moving along the cushion unconsciously.

 

[southally]

Fighting the urge to send it straight in, Wiley slowly pushed and pulled, feeling and seeing the thin film of lubrication that Lizzie was providing. With each motion, he sent a bit more of his erection into her, feeling the warmth of her moist vagina against his rigid skin as as his thick shaft began to touch further and further. As Wiley was crouched in front of her, Lizzie was beginning to feel the effects of this enormous protuberance inside her body. Lizzie's labia were stretched tightly around the shaft and her vaginal walls were beginning to twitch as the bulbous head pushed them in all directions at once while it plunged deeper and deeper.

Wiley monitored his progress dilligently, careful to send in only a small extra amount with each push. Lizzie's entire body had started to shift in time with his own motions in sort of a dance. His hands were grabbing hold of her waist at first, but then he moved them to her firm ass, as she kept lifting it off the couch in time with each push from him. Futher and further he plunged, and the sheer amount of his skin touching her insides was sending so much pleasure to his brain that it was beginning to infiltrate his thoughts. It was becoming more difficult to control his motions and he found himself less able to control how much of his penis went into her. Harder and harder he pounded as Lizzie's body reacted to the intense pressure. Further he pushed, the sweat begninning to drip down his amdominal muscles and along the ridges of his triceps. Lizzie's grunts grew louder, now beginning to sound more like shouts as his tip began to appear through the skin of her belly.

Wiley was now more than halfway in and he so desperately needed to bury his bone into her. His own sounds grew louder as well. His stomach was aching from the motion as he pulled his ass further out each time and sent his pelvis further into her each time. Less and less of his thick shaft was visible outside her body with each thrust, and he could feel a deep billowing inside his testicles beginning to build. Again and again he sent himself into her, no longer able to carefully calculate the depth. Lizzie was aching as the head approached her cervix. She was not sure how much more of this she could take. She had never had to accomodate anything like this ever before. No woman had. But she was not in any position now to try to stop him. Wiley was in command.

 

[hammer87]

Great. Keep it rollin

 

[D_BobN_Weave]

very very excellent story!! i am loving it!

 

[bobg4400]

its been 3 weeks! have you finished writing them?

 

[southally]

Lizzie was not typically a screamer, but there was a peculiar sensation she felt against the rearmost parts of her vagina with every thrust; those parts that are not available to her fingers or even a typical penis. They are even too remote for a particularly large penis. But this was no normal sexual experience. Her insides were being inflated and deflated in rapid succession. And the moment Wiley's oversized head ran out of vagina, it pressed hard into her cervix. Her moans turned to screams - loud, painful screams. Wiley had just then been thinking that nothing in this world could have prevented the natural conclusion to this first sexual experience that did not involve both his hands. But he was wrong.

Lizzie beat upon his arms with her tiny fists until he rolled to the side, his eyes wide open now and his expression one of confusion. She curled up on the sofa with her hair spilling over the edge and onto the floor. Wiley could not see her face.

"Wha...what did I...?" Wiley spat out. She did not answer. "Did I do something wrong, Lizzie," he babbled, his penis still hardened along his thigh and against her side.

Still Lizzie did not speak. Not for a long time. Confused and a bit jilted, Wiley finally dragged himself off the sofa. He slowly dressed himself, glancing frequently at Lizzie, who had pulled her hair from her face, but still did not open her eyes. He stoked the fire, trying to have something to do as he searched for words.

There was no need. Lizzie was not going to talk. Eventually she slid off the sofa, gathering her clothes. Without a word or even eye contact, she slipped on her clothes and slipped out the door with Wiley's eyes glued to her every move. Wiley clicked off the television and dimmed the light almost off. He stared at the fire well into the night before meeting sleep.