“Yes. Give it here.” She snatches the condom from my hand and brings it close to her face, squinting to read the package. “XXL? You’re joking.”
I bring my hands up and fold them under my head, throwing her a cocky grin. “What’s the matter, baby? We already know you can handle it.” I pump my hips beneath her, loving the way my dick feels nestled next to her heat, but my enjoyment will need to wait. The way Tina squints her eyes while attempting to scowl forces another laugh from me.
“Why are you laughing? You’re the one buying huge condoms to feed your ego.”
My mouth drops open as I scoff, then laugh again. “Excuse me, kitten. You and I both know it’s not for my ego.” I pump my hips and relish the soft moan that falls from Tina’s lips when my dick presses against her. I take my hands out from under my head and run them up her legs, letting them come to rest on her hips. “But honestly, getting the right size is important. I had a... uh... I had a few close calls in my younger years before I realizedthat with condoms, size does matter.” After my second time fishing a lost condom out of a girl I barely knew, I learned to buy the proper size.
“But- but-” she stutters. “I’ve seen adults stick their entire arms in regular condoms for demonstration, for crying out loud. And as impressive as this is”—she wiggles on me, sliding her wet heat along my dick, and it’s my turn to groan—“it’s not as big as an arm.” She cocks an eyebrow, as though daring me to disagree. I do her one better, sitting up and wrapping my arms around her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, and making her melt in my arms.
“It might not be as big as an arm, but it should still do the trick.” I pull the condom from her fingers and flick it in the air. “What do you think? Should we test it out? You know, for scientific purposes.”
She purses her lips, making a show of thinking it over before she takes the condom back and rips it open. “I think we have to. For science, of course.”
Tina makes quick work of rolling the condom down my length, her hot little hands teasing my length. With a hitch of her hips and her hands on my chest, she pushes me back onto the bed, lowering herself on my cock gradually, inch by inch, a mewling noise coming from her throat when she reaches the bottom. She rocks her hips, settling into an easy pace. Her hands press down on me, blunt nails digging into my pecs as she uses me for leverage, uses me for pleasure. Every muscle in my body is on fire, the feel of being buried inside her almost too good, too much. The way she moves is electric, her ecstasy clear on her face. Every roll of her hips makes my balls tighten, and it’s all I can do to hold back the orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Tina. The feel of you sliding down my cock…it’s... uhhhh, babe. I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Good,” shesays, lifting on her knees before slamming back down over me. “I want to watch you come apart. I want to see the look on your face when you’re filling me.” She lifts her hips again, then drops and makes a circle, forcing another groan from my throat. She tightens around me, her pussy clenching with every shift of her hips, pushing me closer to the point of no return. “Oh, fuck. I’m so close.”
I strain to hold back, trying and failing to keep unsexy images in my mind long enough to stave off my orgasm for at least a minute.Hungry puppies, sad clowns, that time I got a black eye so bad during a fight it busted open and I had to finish the fight blind.Fuck, it’s not working.
“Help me, Nick. Make me feel it.”
I plant my feet on the bed, grab Tina’s hips, and pump up into her, pushing in deep. Tingles shoot up my spine as Tina clamps down hard and screams her release.Fuck, yes. Now I can come.I fuck into her again and again, driving my hips until finally I explode. One last thrust has me burying myself balls deep, and I pull Tina down to my mouth, kissing the fuck out of her as my body threatens to overfill yet another condom.
Moments later, Tina is laying on my chest, her breath coming in little pants. Having her wrapped in my arms is nearly as good as the feel of the aftershocks of her orgasm as they squeeze my dick.Just a few more minutes, then I’ll get up and get rid of the condom. Just a little longer.
Tina takes the initiative before I’m ready by disentangling from me herself, removing the condom and tying it off, then standing next to the bed. The light from the living room illuminates her from the back, highlighting her delicious curves, her hair a wild tangle of curls that I already want to sink my hands into again. She turns to open a dresser drawer, returning with a t-shirt that she pulls over her head. When it settles around her hips, leaving the bottom swell of her ass exposed,my dick stirs again. She leans past me and drops the condom in a trashcan I hadn’t seen earlier, before grabbing her glasses from the nightstand and slipping them on her face.
“Oh, no,” Tina says, wagging a finger when she catches sight of my growing erection. “Don’t even think about it. I need some water, a snack, and possibly an ice bath before that guy gets near this little lady again.” She points to the apex of her thighs. “I may have been a little too ambitious when I thought I could ride that bad boy twice in a row after such a long hiatus.”
My stomach drops at the thought that I’ve hurt her.Idiot. How could you be so stupid?I throw myself out of the bed and wrap my arms around her.
“I am so sorry, Tina. What can I do? I can’t believe I did this to you.” I release her and spin around in a panic, looking for my shorts on the floor. “Let me get you some ice.” I drop to my hands and knees and search the floor. I finally spy them just under the edge of the bed. Standing, I pull them up my legs and over my hips before reaching for Tina again. “I’m sorry.”
She tangles her hands in my hair and pulls my face to hers, forcing me to look in her eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” she says against my mouth, before kissing my lower lip. “I’m a grown up, and I knew I would be sore afterward. I wanted it, remember?” She waits until I nod my understanding. I hear her, but I still feel awful about hurting her and I promise myself to be more gentle next time. “Good. Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about more important matters. For starters, I’m dying to know how you fit three condomsandyour giant dick in those tiny shorts?”
A Money Bin And An Ice Machine
Tina
“So...” Chloe leans overthe counter, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I almost wonder what’s got her looking so smug, but the soreness between my legs makes it hard to be curious. It’s taking every ounce of brain power I’ve got to concentrate on the dough being kneaded in the industrial mixer and the sauce simmering on the stove. I don’t have the mental capacity to guess what’s going on in her head. Especially not when I suspect I already know. “I was grabbing breakfast at the Easy Swallow this morning, and I heard something very interesting.”
“Oh?” I keep my reply short, hoping she’ll drop it. I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about what happened with Nick last night. I’d like to keep that for myself for a little longer, if possible.
“Yeah. Some members of the Tit Peepers birdwatch group were fueling up before heading out in search of some rare bird that’s been sighted near here and wouldn’t you know, the Woodcocks caught sight of something even more interesting on their way to the diner? Care to guess what it was?”
“I’m surprised they can see anything at all past the glare coming off their brilliant turquoise windbreakers.” Turning off the mixer, I heave the huge metal bowl from its cradle and dump the contents onto my prep station. “Never mind those bright orange sun visors. It’s a miracle they can see at all wearing those eyesores.”
Chloe laughs, heading over to turn on the tap in the hand wash sink. “I love their windbreakers. An army of elderly people in matching windbreakers is pretty much the most adorable thing I can think of.” She scrubs her hands and arms thoroughly before drying them and joining me at the prep table. “But it sounds to me like you’re trying to change the subject. Don’t worry, though. I remember what we were talking about.” Chloe grabs a stack of sheet pans and lines them up. “Care to share with the class why the Woodcocks saw a giant man in tiny shorts leaving your apartment early this morning?”
“Ugh. Those Woodcocks. I bet they’re the ones behind that damn Nosey Pecker newsletter.” I turn a syrupy smile on Chloe. “Would you believe me if I said he was here changing the lightbulb outside my apartment?”
She laughs. “I would if I believed you turned it off this morning before you came down. But I suspect, since you haven’t turned it off once in the last five years, that it’s still burned out. And, if it’s still burned out, that means the giantman in the tiny shorts leaving your apartment at the crack of dawn this morning was up there for some other reason.” She taps a finger to her lip. “I wonder what that reason could be?”
I ignore her questions, instead grabbing my bench scraper to separate the pile of dough into smaller pieces, which Chloe then forms into balls and places onto pans for proofing.
Chloe bumps me with her shoulder after a few minutes of silence and laughs. “So…? What’s up with that? I could have sworn you were telling me all about how you don’t date just the other day.”
