Sabrina On Her Own

I know I embarrassed him but I couldn't help myself. I burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing like that?"

Still laughing I tried to communicate, "I'm sorry. You have no idea how many times I've heard something like that!"

"I'm just trying to be honest, here. Some people do find it a problem."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem. We'll find someplace to put it."

"So you're comfortable with size."

"Carson, for some reason I'll never understand I seem to attract men with, shall we say, heavy equipment. I seriously doubt it will be a problem. If it is, I am very resourceful. And, without being crude, if you will stop talking and tell me whether you want me to make this call, you will find me very 'prepared' to accommodate you. I am extremely wet right now, but that's going away quickly."

He plopped down in the chair, "Make the call, then."

I dialed Mark's number, it rang twice, and Mark answered having seen the caller I.D., "Hello, my love. I didn't expect to hear from you this late, but I'm really glad you called."

I took a deep breath, then replied, "You may or may not be glad I called, but please listen to me very carefully, okay?"

Mark sounded worried, "What's the matter sweetheart? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. But I needed to call you. I'm sitting here in a hotel suite, there's a bottle of champagne in a bucket, some chocolate-covered strawberries on a tray, and an extremely nice, extremely handsome, extremely horny young man here who would like to take me to his bed and have his way with me. So, as we agreed I'm calling you to talk to you first."

Mark was obviously not expecting this phone call, because it took him a few seconds to gather his thoughts. My heart was pounding, and I honestly didn't know what to expect. "Have his way with you? Do you want him to?"

My turn to pause, "To be honest my darling, I can't think of anything I would rather do, unless you were here."

I could tell he was smiling on his end of the phone when he said, "Well, Sabrina, I want to thank you for making the call. It lets me know you care about our relationship and honor our agreements. Additionally, it confirms what I already knew, just how incredibly hot you are and what a lucky man I am. Who is it? Is it someone I know?"

I looked directly at Carson's eyes and for Carson's benefit I said, "Yes it is someone you know, love. I'm sure you remember Carson from the marketing office."

Mark started laughing quietly, "Oh yes. I remember him. I remember that day on the boat. He couldn't take his eyes off you."

Carson was sitting on the bed squirming as we talked about him. I could see this entire event was way beyond any frame of reference he had. He muttered under his breath, "I can't believe this. I'm going to be killed."

Mark continued, "Well my love, I'm certain that this phone call has taken the edge off this moment for you, so I'm going to quickly give you my blessing, thank you again for making the phone call, and tell you to have great fun with your little male toy. Please call me when you get back to your room to let me know you're safe."

He was getting playful on the phone, so I decided to play too. Okay, my love, I'll call you but that may be sometime tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?"

"If that's how long it takes, my love. And for your sake, I hope you're right. I want your first solo adventure to be something you never forget."

"Thank you. And as far as that "little toy" part, apparently that's not the case either. I have just received an official warning. According to Carson, a lot of ladies seem to have a problem with it. So, I apparently have a challenge ahead of me."

Carson's eyebrows shot up, his mouth dropped open, and he stared at me in disbelief. I held my finger up to my lips letting him know that he should remain silent and let me entertain my husband for a moment.

Mark asked, "So, how big is he?"

I giggled. Men are so predictable. "I don't know yet, dear. I had to make a phone call before I found out for myself. Do you want me to check right now with you on the phone?" I smiled in Carson's direction to let him know everything was cool and I was teasing Mark.

"No, don't be ridiculous! You'll embarrass both of us!" Mark took a second or two to gather his thoughts and said, "Just call me back the second his pants come down."

I laughed at him. He must be truly okay with this, and he letting me know by getting just a little bit silly. "Sorry, my love. But, if we're in agreement about this, this will be the last phone call you get tonight. I plan to be a little bit busy, and you won't hear from me for a while. You'll have to wait until I get home for the details."

I could almost hear him pouting, "Alright, my love. Have a wonderful adventure. Let me talk to Carson for a second."

That request surprised even me. I stammered, "You want to talk to Carson? Are you serious? Really?"

He laughed and said, "Yes, dear, I do."

I shrugged my shoulders and handed Carson the phone. I watched as Carson said, "Hello? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Uh - huh. I promise. Yes, sir. Thank you. I will." Then Mark was gone as quickly as he had appeared. Carson closed my phone and handed it back to me. "I have never known anyone like you two. This has been a real trip, so far. Can't wait to see what happens next."

I laughed at him. He was obviously a little overwhelmed and I had my work cut out for me to regain the moment that led to the phone call. "What did Mark say to you?" I asked.

Carson still looked stunned, and rolled his eyes up like he was trying to recall the exact words, "He said that you were the single-most precious person in his life. He made me promise to treat you with the respect and dignity I would give if I were with a princess or a queen. He asked me if I understood that the word 'no' means 'no', stop right now get up and escort you back to your room immediately."

"That's it?" I giggled.

"No, but I promised him that I wouldn't repeat the last thing."

"Oh, come on. Don't tease me."

"I can't. I promised!"

"Okay, well I'll get it out of you eventually. Forget it for now. So, we've made the phone call, we have Mark's blessing, there's champagne in ice, and the night is fairly young. And you, young man have this big giant surprise you want to share with me. What now, Mr. Big Stuff?"

He laughed. "It's not a big giant surprise anymore! That whole ceremony kinda' took the wind out of my sail if you know what I mean."

I stood up and walked toward him. "I guess I owe it to you to fix that. Let me help you." I leaned down and kissed him. I love kissing. It may be my favorite part of sex. Within 30 seconds his expert kisses had me back where I was prior to the phone call. I kissed his neck and his shoulders and marveled once again how incredibly beautiful this young man's body was. Although sexual attraction is a multi-faceted response, there is no better catalyst than young, tan, clean, well-muscled torso with just a light definition of sun-bleached body hair. I sucked lightly just beneath his clavicle, and he started to respond. I worked my way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, working downward.

I reached my hand under his shirt, touched his nipple, and pinched it between my fingers moderately hard. He liked it. I pinched it harder, and he liked it more. Oh, yes. This was going to be a good night. He obviously liked his sexplay a little on the intense side, as do I.

As I unbuttoned the last button on his shirt, I stopped to marvel at his stomach. It was hard and strong and beautiful. I unbuttoned the top of his pants and realized he had not had time to put on any underwear. Knowing that, I unzipped his pants very carefully. I was really getting back into the mood very quickly, and really didn't want a zipper-captured piece of skin or hair to put an immediate halt to my exploration. Normally, a man's size is not something I concern myself with. Appearance of a penis is far more important to me than its mass. But, with all the discussion that had taken place over Carson's, it was difficult not to wonder about it now. Seemed to me, no matter what I found in his pants, it was bound to be a slight disappointment now!

Carson stood up at that same moment and grabbed the top of his slacks. He started to slide his slacks down slowly. It was easy to see he was very proud of his appendage and wanted to put on a little bit of a show. As the v-shaped opening of his trousers passed by a neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair, it showed the base and about an inch of the shaft. There was no denying it was substantial in width, but not huge. He continued to slide them down until it was fully exposed. Still semi-flaccid it was wide and handsome with a perfectly shaped shaft and head. Lifting it in my hand, it had a definite heft and weight, but certainly nothing frightening.

As I lifted it up, and touched it with the tip of my tongue, Carson gently put two fingers under my chin. "Sabrina, you really don't have to do that. As much as I would enjoy it, it gets really uncomfortable for most women, and I don't want to ruin the night."

He had just flipped my switch. I love oral sex, I especially love sucking beautiful well-proportioned cocks, and I pride myself on being able to take the biggest ones all the way down my throat. My oral abilities are something I perfected all the way back in high school to keep boys out of my pants and out from under my plaid school-uniform skirts. I could make anyone come with my mouth, and once I got them off they forgot about doing anything else. I looked up at him and replied, "Number one, I am not most women. Number two, it's very nice, but not the biggest I've ever seen, dear. So please be quiet and enjoy this."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It just makes me a little self-conscious. It gets bigger."

"Let's see!" With that I opened my mouth, wrapped my mouth around the substantial head, sucked very lightly, and slipped my tongue around it twice getting as wet and slippery as I could. I was really enjoying my endeavor, really concentrating on giving him the treat of a lifetime (since he was admittedly deprived) when I felt a large amount of pre-come lubrication slip out onto my tongue. While I was surprised by the amount, I was pleased by both the light sweet unfamiliar taste and the obvious effect I was having on him. I spread the thick lubrication around the head with my tongue, took a deep breath and slowly slid my head about four inches down the shaft, until the head hit the back of my throat. There was barely any gag reflex, but I wasn't surprised. I was incredibly turned on, I was soaking wet, and I was determined to give this man the blow job of a lifetime. I stayed there until he stopped moaning, breathed in through my flared nostrils, and pushed his swelling cock the rest of the way down my throat. I eased back and forth about an inch each way until I had to come back up for air. His legs were trembling so fast I didn't know if he was going to be able to continue to stand. I gulped a big breath of air, and slid back down again.

He was right, it did get bigger. In fact, it was getting big enough that it was very difficult to get it back down my throat, and I had to push it at least an inch farther down there to get to the base of his cock. As I felt it grow even larger in my throat, it occurred to me that I actually may have met my match. I needed to get some air. As I pulled my head back, I wrapped my hand around the base. It felt very familiar. No, not the size of my husband, or the size of some of the larger men I've been with. More than anything, it reminded me of the circumference of the can my favorite energy drink comes in! I stopped my mouth at the head, trying to get my breath, sliding my hand up and down twisting slightly as I stroked. I was so curious to look at it, but I wanted to keep going more. I took a huge breath, pushed hard to take him completely again, and rested my lips near his pubic bone. I couldn't believe it, but his cock continued to swell. I could feel my throat spasm around the head of his penis, which had found a place in my throat where no man had gone before. At the moment I thought I had to go up for another breath, I felt the head of his penis and the shaft start to pulse. Even if I died of asphyxiation, I was going to stay at the base of his cock and take it, all of it! He was bucking and pushing, and I'm sure parts of my face were turning blue. I counted one, two, three huge spurts, but could barely feel them as they passed directly into my throat.

When I could wait no longer, I started releasing him from my throat, heading up for a breath. As I felt him slide from my throat to deep in my mouth there was what can only referred to as another blast of semen from him. I know it wasn't, but it felt like a pint in that one blast. I tried to hold it in my mouth, but couldn't. Much of it spilled out the corners of my mouth, down my cheeks and neck. I knew it probably wasn't too pretty, but I had accomplished my mission.

Like a man shot in the chest, Carson fell back on the bed. He was laying there, his arms and legs splayed out as if he was going to make "bedspread angels". I thought, "Damn, that was too good. He's finished, and I'm still ready kneeling here on the floor with my clothes on." I have heard a lot of different perspectives from a lot of different women, but for me, nothing gets me hotter than giving a great blow job especially if I can get someone off that quickly. And I was very turned on now. I needed some attention, and there was nothing available but this hot little boy imitating a corpse on the bed in front of me.

I slid up his legs, kissing as went, to where I could see his pride and joy laying on his stomach. "Good God!" I thought. "It is huge!" I wrapped my hand around the base of it and discovered it still half-hard. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly, but I knew this was going to be a bit of a trial. I lifted it up and licked the respectable length of his shaft.

Carson shot up to where he could rest on his elbows. "That was incredible! No one has ever done that to me before!"

"Oh, there's more, whenever you've recovered."

"I'm just about ready now!"

"I can see that." I replied. As I kissed my way up his body I felt his penis against my chest and belly. It felt strong and hard and warm, and from the slightest touch it began to stiffen to an erection again. I sat up on his abdomen and placed the head of it against my glistening entrance. As I began to sit down on it, I got another surprise. It was not going to just slide in. Although he had had just come hard, even though he was not completely erect yet, this was going to be a wonderful exciting trial. It was wide enough that when I wasn't concentrating on trying to get the head inside me, I could feel the sides of his cock on both my thighs at the same time. As I pushed myself onto it, I could feel it fill the space between my ass cheeks. It was like playing with the largest toy in my bedroom toy chest, only sooo much better.

The head of his penis was the size of a small tangerine, but of course, it was more pliable and much more purposefully shaped. As I pushed it inside me, more with determination and desire than anything else, I felt the crown slip past the tightest part of my entrance and expand slightly. There, that was comfortable enough for the moment, and I reminded myself that it was probably a good idea to breathe now. Carson was letting me take my time, letting me adjust to my new "friend" and lay completely motionless, staring into my eyes. I could tell he watching for the slightest signs of discomfort as I pushed back to take more of his member. I felt full and stretched and slightly uncomfortable as I tried to take more, then suddenly the slight pain of capacity made the walls of my vagina contract hard around him. As the contraction slowly subsided, so did some of my discomfort. I consciously squeezed my muscles hard around him again, and as I relaxed I became even more comfortable. Feeling brave I tried to allow myself to take another inch, but to my surprise, I actually took about four more inches. And ladies, it may make me sound like a wanton slut, but it felt good, really good. I slid back up his shaft to the point where I could feel the crown against the narrow again, then pushed back slowly to recapture all I had taken before. I cannot accurately describe the feeling. I can only try. I have had large male encounters before, but taking this penis was changing my body chemistry. The skin covering my face and cheeks felt hot, almost like a light allergic reaction, my vaginal walls were touching and stimulating other parts of my anatomy, not the least of which was my backside. In some ways this felt a little like double penetration. My vision was not as clear as it had been previously, and my ears had started ringing slightly. I dared not to move too fast, but neither could I stop the rocking motion I had started. Though unfamiliar, this feeling, this level of stimulation and this pain/pleasure threshold I was flirting with was becoming addictive.

Carson, God bless him, remained still as I collapsed on his chest, still rocking slowly, mindlessly. Had I not been so cocky, had I not dared myself to do this I might have given up when he first slipped inside. But, I was so damned determined that I could do this, that I would show him what an experienced woman could do, that I had convinced myself that tonight, this cock was mine. And now, just now, I was beginning to enjoy the benefit of my stubbornness. As a wave of pressure and pleasure swept up from my core I heard myself beginning to moan slightly, and caught myself trying to take a little bit more of Carson with every stroke. It was impossible to think, as I felt the head of his penis push my abdomen outward, that I could possibly want more. But, I did.

My eyes had been closed for some time, and as I opened them I spotted a nipple just inches away. As I moved my tongue toward it, I tasted the tanned skin of his nearly hairless chest. Oh, God. I had forgotten just how good clean, young, tan skin tasted. I slowly swirled my tongue around his nipple then covered it with my mouth. I sucked on it a little, and he reacted by lifting his hips into me slightly. It was his first movement, and it was far from unwelcome. I was so aroused and so wet now that I easily took the inch or two he gently fed me. I sucked on the nipple again, slightly harder and he pushed his way in, slightly more vigorously. I was enjoying this game. We continued like that for ten minutes until I was completely comfortable with the motion. We rocked and held each other, and I made peace with the feeling of fullness between my legs.

Just as I was beginning to enjoy these new sensations that felt a little like being drugged, Carson gently lifted me off his chest and onto my side. I was staring out at the room, my back to my lover as he positioned himself behind me and started to slide himself between my thighs. I was a little disappointed as this had always been a difficult position for me. Of course, it would take some of the concern out of Carson going too deep, and I had to admit, I had never tried this with someone who had enough penis to fuck around corners. I smiled to myself as that though passed my mind. But that only lasted a moment before my body called me back to the moment. As Carson pushed toward the entrance to my vagina, I could feel his cock, which felt like a smooth, muscled, lubricated forearm. As it started inside me again, filling me, it stimulated my vaginal lips, stretching them to their limits. I could also feel it sliding across my perineum, rubbing across the most sensitive part of my ass cheeks at the tops of my thighs, and intermittently touching my anus. This cock was everywhere and delivering pleasure all along its path. He stayed behind me, his arms around me, his hands finally touching my breasts, moving and kissing my neck and ears. His kisses seemed to connect to other parts of my body. My clitoris and it started to swell, poking out from under its hood. As he slowly and cautiously took me from behind, I reached between my legs and touched myself. Within a minute or two I felt an orgasm build. Not one of those monstrous, gut-crunching orgasms that end an evening, but a very pleasant and completely respectable orgasm nonetheless. It built slowly, happened sweetly then released. Only seconds later, another started, then another. They were unlike any orgasms I had ever had. As the muscles in my vaginal walls tried to contract to help me come, they could not. They were being help wide open, unable to squeeze by this elephantine object inside me. As they contracted it resisted and pushed them back apart. I had come with my muscles attempting to contract but unable to. The result felt like trying to trying to pick up a bowling ball with one hand. They continued, one after another, as I continued to be filled. It was a sensation I felt I could continue to enjoy all night. As another wave gently came over me I noticed my partner was getting a little excited. His breaths became shorter, his impulsion more insistent, and his speed a little less cautious. Truth is, I was being fucked. There was no discomfort - only arousal now. However, he had already come once. I didn't know how many he was good for, and I had not spent the last hour retraining my body so that I could watch his pretty little face sleep the rest of the night. Fearing he would explode, then fall asleep, I rolled away from him on the bed, far enough away to expel him completely.