Straight Female / 31
Ir's strange how things one has never though about can suddenly manifest. I was on a long awaited vacation with my husband of three years having cocktails near the shoreline by a boathouse and realized our Hispanic bus-boy was casting long glances at my tanned thighs and white shorts. He was a slim boy but as he did his chores around our table and others I noted his package grow. It was also obvious to me that he noticed that I was staring at his bulging crotch.
All this was happening while my husband chatted on, holding his cell phone in his hand, awaiting an important call from his office. The call came and he excused himself, saying he would be back in less than 15 minutes. It was like I was suddenly possessed. Leaving my glasses, towel and other things on the table, I hurried over to the bushes lining up the boathouse and ducked inside them. I absolutely knew the bus boy would follow and he did.
In the bushes, I pulled down my shorts and thong, my crotch already soaked, then leaned toward the wall, my, ass angled for his penetration. He came up behind me and I glanced down at his open zipper, his erect penis already out. The size frightened me and for a moment I thought of just running off. I felt like I was in a dream of some kind. While the boy's size frightened me I decided to stay put. His tool was a good four inches longer and thicker than my husband's and his glans were the size and color of a large, ripe plum.
His penis was big but curiously, not fleshy, but looking ever so much like a stiff, rigid, veiny baton of dark wood. He brushed my entire genital area with his stiff, to moisten it, and then slowly penetrated me. My eyeballs felt like they were going to pop out of my head. Then he began to push it deeply in and out of me and I lost my breath. Since I was on vacation I had inserted an IUD so I whispered that he could come inside of me. He moaned an affirmative sound, breathlessly, as he continued to thrust deeply in and out of me.
Then, I felt his hands grip my hips tightly and he moaned a bit loudly as he thrust deeper into me. I could feel the pulsating, thick tube of rigid flash erupting inside my clutching, gipping vagina. He quickly left and I wiped myself with a small hanky from my blouse pocket, dropping it to the ground. In moments I was back at the table. Since that day and for the balance of the week I returned to the boathouse bushes and the bus boy returned and fucked me the same way. I was able to make two trips on Wednesday, morning and afternoon and the boy was ready to deliver both times. In all that time we did not utter more than two or three words to each other. I did not even know if he spoke English.
I felt that giant pod fucking me five times that vacation week and five giant loads of steaming spunk were fired inside my vibrating vagina. My husband was none the wiser but I was so lost in the fantastic, fucking slim boy with his immense, rigid, marauding instrument, that I did not care about anything else that week. It was a week of firsts for me and, just now, I am wide open for more adventure, if you will pardon the pun.
All this was happening while my husband chatted on, holding his cell phone in his hand, awaiting an important call from his office. The call came and he excused himself, saying he would be back in less than 15 minutes. It was like I was suddenly possessed. Leaving my glasses, towel and other things on the table, I hurried over to the bushes lining up the boathouse and ducked inside them. I absolutely knew the bus boy would follow and he did.
In the bushes, I pulled down my shorts and thong, my crotch already soaked, then leaned toward the wall, my, ass angled for his penetration. He came up behind me and I glanced down at his open zipper, his erect penis already out. The size frightened me and for a moment I thought of just running off. I felt like I was in a dream of some kind. While the boy's size frightened me I decided to stay put. His tool was a good four inches longer and thicker than my husband's and his glans were the size and color of a large, ripe plum.
His penis was big but curiously, not fleshy, but looking ever so much like a stiff, rigid, veiny baton of dark wood. He brushed my entire genital area with his stiff, to moisten it, and then slowly penetrated me. My eyeballs felt like they were going to pop out of my head. Then he began to push it deeply in and out of me and I lost my breath. Since I was on vacation I had inserted an IUD so I whispered that he could come inside of me. He moaned an affirmative sound, breathlessly, as he continued to thrust deeply in and out of me.
Then, I felt his hands grip my hips tightly and he moaned a bit loudly as he thrust deeper into me. I could feel the pulsating, thick tube of rigid flash erupting inside my clutching, gipping vagina. He quickly left and I wiped myself with a small hanky from my blouse pocket, dropping it to the ground. In moments I was back at the table. Since that day and for the balance of the week I returned to the boathouse bushes and the bus boy returned and fucked me the same way. I was able to make two trips on Wednesday, morning and afternoon and the boy was ready to deliver both times. In all that time we did not utter more than two or three words to each other. I did not even know if he spoke English.
I felt that giant pod fucking me five times that vacation week and five giant loads of steaming spunk were fired inside my vibrating vagina. My husband was none the wiser but I was so lost in the fantastic, fucking slim boy with his immense, rigid, marauding instrument, that I did not care about anything else that week. It was a week of firsts for me and, just now, I am wide open for more adventure, if you will pardon the pun.
