Do I dare

I took this quiet moment to examine Mark's impressive penis. It was beautifully shaped, with a slight curve upward in the shaft, and a large pink head at the top. I still had difficulty imagining this size being able to fit inside me, but I was no longer nervous about having to fit it in. It had been done before, if Mark wanted to put his morning erection to good use, it would be possible again. I cupped Mark's balls softly, and gave them a gentle squeeze. His dick twiched a little, and started to leak a little pre cum. With a naugthy smiIe I slowly raised myself and bent over Mark's dick. I licked the head of it, then softly put my lips around it, taking in as much as I could without using my teeth. Mark's dick twitched again, and he moaned softly. He was still asleep, and I was almost convinced I was able to make him come in his sleep like this. I realized that everything that was happening right now was strictly biological, and had little to do with me. So, I decided to postpone my efforts and wake up Mark first.

Bending over his face, with my breasts pushing into his chest hair, tickling me slightly, I softly pushed my lips against his and started kissing him. It took me a few moments of soft kissing, before I noticed a response. Mark began kissing me back, and soon enough I felt his arms slipping around me. The kissing was good, and I wanted to go on for a while, but I knew that if I waited too long, Mark would probably take over. I broke the kiss, and made a slow trail of kisses down towards his waiting dick. When I arrived, it seemed to have grown even more, perhaps with the excitement of the moment, or the anticipation of more sex. In any case, there had been no way I would have been able to give Mark a proper blow job before, and there was certainly no way now. But I didn't care, I would do my best to give Mark a good time waking up.

I wrapped my my hands around the shaft, and began stroking it gently. I used my mouth to give the head of dick very wet kisses, making sure to use a lot of tongue. Mark had surrendered completely to me and was enjoying the ride. After a few minutes of this, Mark let out a soft groan, and began to involuntarily push his hips upward. I began to slowly speed up my pace of my strokes and applied a little more pressure on the shaft. I kept this up several minutes, during which Mark seemed to be getting closer and closer to coming. He began bucking his hips upward, and was now breathing loudly. I realized I was going to be able to do what I hadn't been able to do last night, making Mark come without having to squeeze his ample size inside of me. Part of me welcomed this, put part of me also wanted to do this the 'proper' way. I hesitated for a moment, and shifted my position. During this slight movement, I felt a warm slippery feeling between my legs and I realized I was very wet with excitement myself!

That settled it, my body had apparently made its decision. I contemplated for a moment lying down and have Mark on top of me, but in a bold moment I decided to mount Mark myself. I straddled his chest, and kissed him deeply. Mark's response was very passionate and almost uncontrolled, but I quickly felt him raising his hips in an effort to make contact. I broke the kiss, and moved down, settling across his hips. When I lowered myself, I felt his throbbing rod pushing against my ass. Supporting myself with one hand, I reached between my legs and firmly took hold of Mark's dick, and guided the head towards the slick opening of my pussy.

I tried to push it in gently, but again I felt resistance. Frustration took a hold of me for a moment. We were both as slippery as we were going to get, and I had been able to squeeze Mark's monstrous dick inside me three times already. Mark groaned, he was close now. He balled his hands into fists, clearly restraining himself from doing the big push himself. I was getting a little desperate myself as well. How much getting used to Mark's size would I need? I guessed it wasn't going to be a fast entry anytime soon. I rubbed the head of Marks dick against my opening, then lodged it's tip firmly inside of me. I shifted my weight a little, resting myself a little on Mark's penis. That did the trick; the pressure applied and the slickness of the head allowed me to slide him in slowly. I lowered myself ever so slowly, sometimes stopping for a moment to adjust the angle. Mark groaned some more, his eyes closed. This time he was really putting in some effort to control himself. I was glad he did this time, it would be a shame if Mark came only moments after I finally squeezed him in.

Finally, my butt came to a rest straddling Mark's hips. I was sitting up straight, and I remembered that this was one position I had always tried to avoid. It made such a display of my breasts, especially with the sunlight now completely lighting my room. And if I wanted to bend over to kiss Mark, they would hang from my chest like big udders. But even after one short night, I was now completely comfortable with Mark, though I decided I wouldn't be bending over to kiss him just yet. My pussy once again felt completely stretched to its natural limit, and I realized this was probably the first time I had his entire length inside of me. The word 'impaled' came to mind, and I began to wonder if I was able to move in this position..

"You look absolutely gorgeous," Mark commented with a smile, and his compliment managed to deepen my blush. He reached up, and tried to hold a breast in each of his hands. He rubbed them a few times, and then tweaked the nipples. He then dropped his arms to my hips again, and took a good hold of them. I wriggled a little, and tried to make an up-and-down movement, but I failed miserably. Mark then reached up again, and took hold of my face. He gently pulled me towards him, until I was bent down, kissing Mark deeply. Now, I was lying on top of Mark, my legs spread wide open and his massive cock still inside me. After the deep kiss, Mark moved his hands to my ass cheecks, and squeezed them. At the same time, he began his own sliding motions. In this position, I was able to meet his thrusts a little.

With all the slickness, we were soon making sopping sounds, and Mark was sliding half his length in and out of me with relative ease. I still felt stretched, but I was apparently getting used to it. The fast fucking Mark was doing to me felt wonderful, and after a few minutes I felt him getting irregular at his strokes. When he nearly came, he grasped me firmly, and pushed in and out of me slowly and deeply a few last times. Then I felt his body tense up completely as he gave the final push. Again, I felt his sperm shooting inside of me, with a force as if Mark hadn't had sex in months. Mark groaned loudly, and again his climax felt partly as one of my own.

We lay there like that for minutes. Mark on his back, me on top of him. My breasts squeezed in between us, his engorged dick still inside me, and his sperm slowly leaking out of me. I hardly noticed all of this. Our heads were close but we weren't kissing; we both needed the air I suppose. After minutes of lying like this, I slipped off of him, and curled up beside him. I was gently drifting back to sleep, when I realized that getting to work somewhere today seemed like a prudent idea. It took all of my motivation, but I managed to get up out of bed. My legs hurt from the exercise, both last night and throughout the night. I bent over Mark and kissed him lightly on the lips: "I'm going to take a shower."

Chapter seven

With slow painful movements I made my way to the shower. On the way, I glanced in the mirror. My God, I was a mess. My face was all red and my hair was pointing in every direction. A shower would take care of all of that, though. A long, hot shower, that would do the trick. I slipped into the stall and turned on the water. Moments later I was thoroughly washing my hair, and I made sure I really took my time with this. While I was massaging my hair, I couldn't help but wonder if this what Mark's relation had been like, and if it would be like this if we would see each other again. Four highly intensive love making sessions in a night was already hard work, but what if you got all of this on a regular basis? I wasn't really enthousiastic at the thought, but part of me was thrilled just thinking about it. Dit Mark and his ex make love every night? Did they make love more than once, every night? Mark did seem quite a lot more potent than most guys I had been with. I wondered how I would hold up, being with a stallion like Mark. Because that was what he was, as close to a stallion as a man could get. I couldn't make a decision at that time, I was both inclined to believe I wouldn't last a week, and that it would be a sexual heaven.

I was about to start rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the door open. Seconds later, Mark slipped into the shower with me. I had my eyes closed because of the shampoo, so I couldn't verify, but I fully expected a fully engorged erection to be squeezed against me in moments. But when Mark embraced me and carefully kissed me on the lips, I felt no such thing. For a moment I was disappointed, then I almost had to laugh at myself. So he wasn't Superman quite yet, even though he had come a very long way. Mark started soaping himself while I rinsed out the shampoo. I was then able to verify his dick had returned to normal proportions. I smiled, and became convinced I had finally tamed the wild beast at Mark's crotch.

Mark took my shower gel, and slowly began soaping me in. As could be expected he took a long time soaping and massaging my breasts. He slowly rubbed them in circling motions, while he bent his head to kiss me. We stood there kissing and petting while all the soap washed from our bodies. I then turned off the shower, and continued kissing for a few moments, our dripping wet bodies squeezed together. I then got out of the shower, and handed Mark a towel.

Later, we were having a quick and quiet breakfast. I was amazed how few were words were being spoken between us, but it hardly bothered me. Maybe someday I would have a long conversation with Mark, or maybe not. Maybe I would see Mark again, or maybe not. Maybe we would have sex again some day, or maybe not. First, I would have to figure if I wanted that, at all.

After a while, the silence became uncomfortable, as breakfast finished for a few minutes already. Then, Mark picked up his coat and reached into the pocket. "I know its not the most romantic thing to do," he said, as he handed me a small business card, "but I can't leave without at least giving you my address."

I smiled, thinking it was a bit of a blunt thing to do. I opened up my purse, and put Mark's card in, and handed him one of my own in return. I grinned as he looked a little surprised at that. There, we had sex four incredibly intense times that night, and now simply exchanged business cards. As if we had met for a drink last night, and nothing else had happened.

The kiss goodbye at the door was almost one like on a first date. Nervous, and without any other contact than the lips. I sensed Mark's hand was near my hip, but he didn't touch me. For a moment, I thought of it as a final goodbye. Mark had had his pleasure for the night, and that would be it for us. Part of me was relieved. But when he looked back as he took the stairs, his eyes said something else. He would call me again someday. And as I stood there watching him leave, I relived the warmth of the night. Part of me wanted him to call again. Part of me needed to.

Epilogue

Way past lunch time, I confessed to the other girls that I 'met a guy' at the gym last night. I assured them I had been a good girl, and nothing had happened, but I suppose they knew better from the look of me. I had to describe Mark detail, and as soon as they found out he was a hunk, I had to describe him in more detail.

"Does he have a big one?" Cathy asked at one point. "How am I supposed to know?!" I exclaimed in return.

"Well you said he had tight shorts," Cathy replied, with a grin on her face. "Don't tell me you didn't check out his package?"

My face became a deep shade of red. "I suppose he had nothing to be ashamed of there," I answered, not doing Mark's godly rod any justice.

We spent the rest of the day arguing if I should call Marh again, and when I should do that. Or if I should wait for Mark to call me again, and how eager I should be to see him again. You know, girl stuff. That night, the three of us went out for drinks, and although we talked about a lot of things, Mark returned often as a subject. Late at night, I managed to confess I had slept with Mark and Cathy's first response had been a playful: "Oh you naughty slut!" Then, of course, she wanted to verify again if he had had a big one. I confirmed this in very vague descriptions, still not doing his godly rod any justice. Tanya had then called me a very lucky girl with an evil smile, and the discussion had then returned to me and Mark seeing each other again.

Two days later, we were still giggling about it, and the other girls were still pestering me. Mark however, hadn't called yet. Only part of me regretted that. The other part, didn't even dare to pick up the phone when it rang. I probably would see him at the gym again, but would he call before then? I didn't know if I dared to hope for it.

To be continued?