Wendy woke the morning after she lost her virginity feeling stiff and sore. She and Harry had drifted off to sleep after their evening of sex, but he had woken her up in the middle of the night and they had fucked for another few hours. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had until eventually she had become too sore to continue.

Harry was still asleep as she swung her legs out of the bed. She looked at his peaceful face and felt a wave of emotion through her chest. This was her man, the man to whom she had given her body. The man who had given her feelings unlike any she’d ever had before. She wanted to shout it out. To tell the world she had been fucked and it was fantastic.

She staggered to one of the two bathrooms in the house, unable to walk comfortably. Her groin felt bruised and tender, and her vagina sensitive, but she felt on top of the world. She was in love with the most amazing man and she’d given her body to him. In return, he had brought her unbelievable pleasure.

She took a long shower, washed herself carefully, then brushed her teeth before leaving the bathroom. She opened the door to find one of her housemates, Jean, waiting for her to finish.

“Oh, it’s you,” Jean said as she saw Wendy. “Are you alone?”

“What do you mean?” Wendy asked.

“Oh, come on, Wendy. You guys kept us awake all night. I was just wondering if he was still here,” Jean said, laughing.

Wendy blushed furiously. She’d no idea that they’d been so noisy. She wondered what the others had heard.

“Um, uh, I’m sorry,” she stuttered as she turned bright red.

“Don’t be silly. We’re all delighted that it’s happened at last. But we’re dying to see what he looks like.”

It was too much for Wendy. She was so embarrassed.

“Uh, I’ll see you later,” she said hurriedly and scuttled back to her room.

Harry had woken up and was out of bed. He grabbed her and hugged her as she came in, his morning erection squashed between them.

“Hello gorgeous,” he said, “how are you feeling this morning?”

“Very sore,” she replied, “and very embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Why?”

“I just bumped into one of my housemates. Apparently we made a lot of noise and kept them up all night.”

“Oh really,” Harry replied, laughing, “they’re just teasing you. Anyway, they’re probably jealous that they weren’t the ones having fun.”

“Look after me, Harry. Please.”

“Of course I will. Now, have you got a robe I can borrow and which way is the bathroom?”

Wendy found a bathrobe for him. It was a bit too small and short, but covered him adequately. He put it on then followed her to the bathroom where she told him to wait until Jean came out. She left to return to her room.

After some minutes the door opened and Jean came out. She looked at Harry appraisingly, thinking that he looked quite dishy. Harry looked at her, undressing her with his eyes, wondering if her pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on her head. No doubt he’d find out some day.

“Oh hello. I’m Jean. You must be Wendy’s boyfriend.”

“That’s right. My name’s Harry.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“And you.”

She held the door open for Harry to enter the bathroom. As he brushed past, his bathrobe fell open and she saw his erection.

“Good God, no wonder Wendy made such a noise,” she exclaimed, then hurriedly turned away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“That’s alright. It’s no problem,” Harry replied, flashing a big smile and looking into her eyes. He stood still so that she could get a good look at him before going into the bathroom and shutting the door. He was used to that sort of reaction, knowing that it was something that he would be able to build on if he wanted to. Maybe he would try to involve her together with Wendy in a threesome at some stage.

Jean could hardly believe what she’d seen. The man was enormous. It had taken a lot of self-control not to reach forward and feel that huge cock sticking out above his large, swinging ball-sac. She’d had many lovers in her time, but none had been anything like that and she wanted to see what it was like. She would have to work out how to get him to fuck her without Wendy knowing.

Harry showered and cleaned himself up, then returned to Wendy’s room and told her what had happened.

“She’ll be telling the others right now,” he said, “so be prepared for teasing when we see them.”

“I know,” she replied. “I’ll deal with it. The only thing that worries me is that she’ll want you for herself.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Harry replied, “anyway, I’m with you, not her.” But, in the back of his mind, he thought that it might be quite appealing to fuck all of her roommates.

They finished getting ready, then went into the kitchen to get some coffee. Jean was there with another girl.

“Ah. The two lovebirds,” she said. “You kept us awake all night. It sounded very busy and exciting in there.”

“Harry, this is Jean, who you’ve already met, and this is Pamela. They’re two of my housemates. The third is Clare, but she’s usually the last to surface.”

“Pleased to meet you, Clare,” Harry said.

“And you,” she replied.

“Yes,” Wendy said, turning to Jean, “it was very exciting last night. Harry is a wonderful and unusually gifted lover.”

“Oooo,” Clare said, “tell us more.”

“No, I’m not going to tell you more. Not in front of him, anyway. I might tell you more later.”

“Aren’t you coming to Uni with me?” Harry asked.

“No, I think I’ll follow later. My first lecture is at midday.”

“Well, I’ve got to get going.”

Harry turned to leave. Wendy went with him to her room, where he collected his things, then walked with him to the front door.

“Let’s meet again at the end of the day at the student bar,” he said.

“Good idea,” she responded, then kissed him, her arms holding him tightly. He kissed her back gently, then stepped back and left as Wendy went back to the kitchen.

“Welcome to the world,” Jean said as Wendy returned. “At last you’ve decided to stop that silly ‘I’m waiting for the right man’ nonsense. Now tell us all about it. How and when did you meet that gorgeous hunk?”

“He IS the right man,” Wendy said. “I met him in the student bar about two or three months ago.”

“My god. And you waited all that time before letting him fuck you. He must have been so frustrated.”

Wendy gave her a playful punch as she blushed.

“So was I. He behaved like a perfect gentleman.”

“And how did you manage? He’s enormous, much bigger than most guys.”

“Is he? I thought he might be a bit bigger, but I haven’t had your experience.”

“Miaow. Yes, he is.”

“Well, he went very carefully and slowly.”

“Come on, Wendy, tell us exactly what happened,” Pamela interjected.

So that’s what Wendy did. She told them about their date, how it had progressed, how she had decided he was the one, and how he had initiated her into the pleasures of sex. She described how lovely it had been, how insatiable he was, and how they’d fucked for most of the night.

“Yes, we know you were at it all night long. The bed made a hell of a noise and so did you. We heard your screams of pleasure.”

“Well, it was fantastic,” Wendy said, blushing. “He wanted to carry on this morning, but I’m just too sore inside.”

Jean listened avidly. She remembered what she’d seen at the bathroom door and thought how she’d like to feel that monster inside her while his muscular body towered over her.

The others peppered Wendy with questions. Wendy answered them, realising that she would have to be careful of her roommates and their intentions. They were far too interested in him.

“I better go and tidy up,” she said, “the room’s a bit of a mess and I need to change the sheets.”

“I’m coming to look,” Jean said. “I want to see the scene of the crime.”

Ignoring Wendy’s protestations, they went with her to her room. When Wendy opened the door, she realised it was even messier than she’d thought. The bedsheets were crumpled and sodden, semen stains all over, with a large pool of semen in the middle of the bed, still wet and with a pink tinge. The room reeked of sex.

“Shit, Wendy, that’s a real mess. The guy must cum like a horse, judging by what I can see. Look, there are even stains on the carpet.”

“God, Jean, you’re so basic,” Wendy said, blushing.

“That’s life, Wendy. Nothing wrong with it. Now show us your pussy.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Wendy shrieked, involuntarily putting a hand in front of it. “I’m not going to show you my body.”

“Pussy. Pussy. Show us your pussy,” the others chanted, laughing, then pulled her over to the bed and pushed her down on it while Jean undid Wendy’s jeans and pulled them off, then pulled down her panties.

Her pussy was still puffy and red and there were bruises around it where he had banged into her. Her cunt was still gaping a little, and there was a dribble of cum oozing out of the bottom of her slit. The gusset of her panties was slimy and wet with what had already emerged.

“That is a well-fucked pussy,” Pamela said. “I wish mine were like that.”

“You girls are dreadful,” Wendy cried, struggling to get up. But she felt proud that they were jealous of her. She also felt superior to them.

“Oh come on, Wendy, it’s just between us girls. We have to bond together.”

They let her go. She sat up and pulled her panties back up and then her jeans.

“Is he coming back tonight?” Jean asked.

“I don’t know. I suppose he will.”

“Well, call if you need help to keep him happy and satisfied,” Pamela said laughing.

“The hell I will,” Wendy said. “Now fuck off and let me clean up my room.”

“Ooooo. That’s not like you to use that word. You really are getting into it.”

They all laughed, including Wendy, then the others left. Wendy stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washing basket. She’d put them in the communal machine in the evening. She then sprayed some deodorant around and tidied up the rest of the mess before leaving her room to go to uni. It was a bit painful to walk, but she figured that would go away in time.

*************

Harry had an uneventful day at uni. He finished fairly early and went to the student pub. He was surprised to see Amy there.

“Hello, Harry. I haven’t seen you for a while.”

“Hello, Amy. You’re looking good. No, I’ve been busy.”

“So I’ve heard. You’ve been dating Wendy.”

“Yes.”

“I saw her at lunch. She told me that it was getting serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh Harry. She told me she’d slept with you. That’s serious for her.”

“I see.”

“I hope you do and that you know what you’re doing.”

“Ah, jealous?”

“No, just don’t hurt her.”

“I won’t. How are you and Pete?”

“Really good. We’ve sorted out our relationship and are looking forward to getting married. It’s not long now, only two weeks.”

“So soon! I’d lost track of the date.”

Amy looked at him and felt a little thrill in the pit of her stomach. He hadn’t been to visit for a month or so and she missed him. She put a hand on his arm.

“Will you come to the wedding?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

She squeezed his arm and smiled at him. She knew he’d fucked Wendy last night. She’d told her. She also knew that she felt slightly annoyed about it, especially as Harry hadn’t fucked her for ages.

Harry knew what she was doing. She wanted him to take her home and fuck her, and part of him wanted you to do that, but he couldn’t. Wendy would be here soon and he had plans for her. He leaned towards Amy so that he could talk softly.

“You’ve missed me, haven’t you? Well, I’ll come round later this week and fix that. I’ll let you know tomorrow when that will be.”

“I can’t wait,” Amy replied, smiling, as her pussy moistened.

Harry smiled back then saw Wendy come into the pub, and waved at her. Amy looked round and saw Wendy. She felt that pang of jealousy again. Harry put his arm around Wendy and kissed her, then stepped back so she could easily join them. The two girls hugged and kissed.

“I’ll go and get you some wine,” Harry said, leaving the group. Once he’d gone, the two girls began talking.

“How are you feeling now?” Amy asked.

“Still sore, but it’s getting better.”

“Well, I think you should steer clear tonight. He won’t like it and you’ll need to do something else to keep him satisfied,” Amy said, putting aside her envy.

‘What should I do?”

“Suck him off. He likes that.”

“I’ve never done that to a man before.”

“Don’t worry. He’ll show you. You’ll learn quickly. Two things are important: watch your teeth don’t get involved and breathe through your nose.”

“What do I do when he cums?”

“Swallow it. Men like that. They don’t like it when you spit it out.”

Harry came back to them with their wine and handed them a glass each.

“So, what were you two talking about?”

“Oh, just girlie talk,” Wendy said.

“Oh, I see. Discussing men and how awful they are.”

“Something like that,” Amy said.

“Oh, Amy. Don’t be such a tease,” Wendy said, putting a hand on Harry’s arm, “they’re not so bad.”

Amy looked at her and bit her tongue before taking a deep drink of her wine. The girl obviously adored Harry and she didn’t want to make an enemy of her, but she was concerned that ultimately he would hurt her. He was just not monogamous material.

Harry watched Amy as she spoke. He had a pretty good idea that they were talking about what happened last night and that she was perhaps a little jealous. He would have to work out how to use that to his advantage in the coming weeks but, in the meantime, he would concentrate on Wendy. She was fresh and exciting.

The three of them carried on talking and drinking until Wendy stood up to go to the bathroom.

“Shall I come with you?” Amy asked.

“No, you keep Harry company. I won’t be long,” Wendy replied and left.

“Be careful with her, Harry,” Amy said, “she’s fallen for you. Don’t hurt her.”

“She’ll be alright,” Harry replied, then leaned forward and gazed into her eyes, his hand under the table on her thigh. Amy felt her heart jolt and the blood rushing to her face as his fingers fondled her inner thigh. Harry saw her blush as her thighs parted.

“Would you like me to come round later and fuck you?” he said, grinning broadly as his fingers found her panties.

“God, yes,” she breathed as she felt her pussy moisten, “but aren’t you seeing Wendy?”

Just then Wendy returned to the table. Harry pulled back his hand and stood up, helping Wendy into her chair as he winked at Amy. Wendy sat down.

Amy felt terrible. She was thinking of betraying a friend. She decided that she wouldn’t see Harry that evening.

“I think I need to get going,” she said, standing up, “Wendy, I’ll see you tomorrow. Harry, great seeing you again. Perhaps we can all get together next week.”

Harry understood what she was saying.

“Good seeing you too, Amy,” he said, “until next week, then.”

“Bye, Ames,” Wendy said, and Amy left.

“Well, that just leaves the two of us,” Harry said, “shall we leave too?”

“Yes, I think we should. Would you like to come back with me?”

“Wild horses couldn’t stop me.”

They got up and left the pub to walk back to Wendy’s room, hand-in-hand. When they got there, Wendy let them into her room and shut the door. She turned to Harry who put his arms around her and kissed her, his mouth locked on hers.

Wendy kissed him back, opening her mouth and letting his tongue swirl around hers. She felt a warmth spread through her body as her heart pounded. Harry put his hands on her butt, kneading her cheeks as he pulled her into his growing erection. She held his shoulders, feeling the muscles rippling beneath her hands.

They kissed for several minutes before Harry broke their kiss and stepped back to look at her.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said softly, “and so fucking sexy.”

Wendy smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. This man made her feel so special.

“You’re the one that’s sexy,” she replied, stepping forward and rubbing the front of his jeans.

Harry watched as she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, slowly pulling them down his legs. He stepped out of them, then took off his t-shirt and stood there in his boxers, his cock tenting them. Wendy pulled them down and his cock sprang out. She encircled it with her hand.

“You have the most magnificent penis,” she said, gently stroking it, “it’s big and thick and warm and so, so hard.”

She fondled it for several minutes, her other hand under his balls, her fingers moving them around then pulling the hairs of his sac.

“I want you,” she said, “but I think I’m still too sore from last night.”

“That’s alright. There’s lots of other things we can do.”

“Will you teach me?”

“I won’t need to do that. You’re the most innately sexual person I’ve known. I’ve never seen anyone exude sex like you do. You’ll know what to do when we start. Now get undressed and get onto the bed.”

Wendy did as he said, taking off her T-shirt and jeans, before removing her underwear. Harry watched her with growing arousal. She looked unbelievably sexy and fuckable. He thought of ignoring her feelings and just taking her, but decided against that.

Wendy got onto the bed and lay on her back, looking up at Harry. She saw him get onto the bed and kneel between her legs, then lean forward and start kissing her neck, then nibbling at it, leaving red marks as he progressed down towards her shoulders.

He ran his lips along the curve where her neck joined her shoulders, then sucked in the flesh and gave her a lovebite, before licking along her shoulder and down her arm. He lifted it up and licked her armpit, then traced his tongue down round to the side of her breast.

Wendy felt little tremors run through her body as his tongue stimulated her skin then leaving little lovebites as he went, marking her body as his. She felt his lips enclose her left areola and suck at it, her nipple engorging and growing hard as his tongue flicked over it. She put her hands on the back of his head.

Harry suckled her left breast for several minutes before slowly moving his mouth to her right breast and doing the same to that one too. Wendy could feel her pussy growing moist as he suckled her, as though there was a connection between her nipples and her vagina. She moved her hips to try and relieve the itch that she felt between her legs.

Harry felt her movement and smiled inwardly. He loved it when women lost control, and Wendy would soon be in that position. He carried on sucking her tits as his fingers started to stroke the soft flesh of her inner thighs, gradually moving higher until his knuckles brushed against her slit and he felt her tremble.

Slowly he moved his mouth down her flat stomach, licking and nibbling. He spent some time on her navel, before slipping lower and licking into the crease of her groin. Wendy was moaning softly and squeezing her thighs together, trying to soothe the itch between them.

Harry gave her a lovebite on top of each thigh then moved to her centre and sucked at her labia before parting them gently with his tongue then licking up her slit until his tongue encountered her clit.

“Aaaah,” Wendy cried out as his tongue found her nub. Harry pulled apart her labia which stretched them and made her clit stand forward. He watched as the skin folds straightened and the tip of her clit emerged. He gripped it between his lips and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Of gawd, Harry, don’t stop,” Wendy shrieked.

Harry had no intention of stopping. He’d only just started. For the next half an hour he licked, sucked, nibbled and kissed Wendy’s vulva, sending her into raptures. She orgasmed again and again, hot liquid spurting out of her cunt, wetting his face and her body.

She held his head and pushed it around in her groin, shouting obscenities. She cried out his name. She screamed. He ignored all of that and just carried on eating her pussy until she was exhausted, yet still she wanted more.

“Fuck me, Harry. Put your cock in me and fuck me.”

“Are you sure? Won’t it hurt?”

“For fuck’s sake, Harry, I need you.”

“Alright then, my little slut, get on your knees and back towards me.”

Wendy turned over and raised herself on her knees. Harry looked at her pretty cunt waving in the air at just the right height for him to fuck her while standing next to the bed and dropped his trousers to reveal his huge cock jutting out in front of him. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down her gash before slotting it at her entrance and pushing.

“Oooo, shit!” Wendy exclaimed as her entrance tried to resist his assault. Harry slapped her butt and pushed hard until he felt her muscle slowly yield and his glans slip in a half inch. He gave her another slap on the butt and pushed hard until suddenly the head popped through and he was in.

“Aaah, fuck. It hurts.”

“You said you wanted it.”

“I do, but it’s sore. I’m not sure I can do it.”

Harry kept still for a while, then flexed his pelvic muscles making his cock jerk.

“Oooh fuck, no,” Wendy cried, “it’s too sore.”

“Well then, we’ll stop,” Harry replied, pulling his cock out then shuffling back and bending down to kiss her tender labia.

Wendy enjoyed the sensations of his lips and tongue, pushing back against them and wiggling her hips, when suddenly she remembered what Amy had said. She moved forward away from Harry and got off her knees.

“I think it’s your turn,” she said, “lie down on your back.”

Harry did as she asked, lying down. His enormous cock lying flat on his stomach, its head just below his navel. His balls hung down between his legs, resting on the bed.

Wendy lay on her side next to him, then ran her fingers up and down the underside of his shaft, feeling his urethra before moving them to his frenulum and rubbing it in little circles. His cock jerked and a bead of precum oozed out of his hole. She touched it with her forefinger and smeared it around his hole, making more precum bubble out until his glans was completely covered in it, as was her forefinger.

She lifted her finger a few inches, watching the silvery thread connecting it to his cockhead as it shimmered and gently swayed, then returned her finger to his glans and ran it several times around his corona. She’d given handjobs to her boyfriends in the past, but she’d never had a cock like this before, so big and strong and vibrant.

“You have a beautiful penis,” she said.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Oh, I more than like it,” she replied, running her now-slippery fingers all over his glans before rubbing his frenulum again as precum continued to flow out of his hole.

She tried to circle her fingers around his shaft but they did not meet. Instead, she grasped the front and back with her fingers and thumb, her palm along one side, and started stroking, her fingers rubbing up and over his glans, spreading his precum everywhere. She felt his cock thicken and harden, the skin on his glans stretched taut.

“Suck it, Wendy, suck my cock.”

Wendy didn’t say anything. She just leaned forward and circled his glans with her lips, her tongue flicking over the top of his cockhead, before gradually letting his cock slide into her mouth. It felt warm and slippery, and very big.

“Use your tongue. Swirl it around my cock.”

Wendy did as he said. She swirled her tongue around his glans, tickling his corona. She felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing gently as he tried to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She felt herself gag and pulled back off his cock, saliva dripping from her mouth.

“Wow! I can’t believe you’ve never done this before,” Harry said, “you’re a natural. You’ll find it easier as you get used to it, especially if you breathe through your nose and just relax.”

“Oh, Harry, I’m so pleased you like it,” Wendy replied, beaming at his praise, “I’m enjoying doing it.”

“Great. Now why don’t you get on your knees between my legs and do some more? Lick my balls; suck them gently; lick up my cock; suck it; worship it; adore it. Then make me cum with your mouth.”

Wendy looked at him as he spoke. She could feel her heart thump and her pussy tingle as she imagined doing the things he wanted. This god of a man wanted her to give him pleasure, to let her be his chosen one. She did as he asked, positioning herself on her knees between his legs.

Harry gazed up at her body, thinking how sexy she looked with the swell of her gorgeous tits narrowing down to her flat stomach. He couldn’t wait for cunt to settle down so he could start fucking her again and feel her silken vagina caress his cock as it milked his semen out of it.

Wendy leaned forward and buried her face in his pubic hair, inhaling his scent, his cock against her cheek. She felt for his balls with her fingers, lifting them off the bed. His wrinkled sac felt hairy and soft as his large testicles rolled about inside it when she lifted them.

She moved her face down and pressed a testicle against her lips, opening them slightly and letting her tongue lick his sac. The hairs felt rough against her tongue, but the testicle underneath felt soft, yielding to the pressure of her tongue as it moved about. She opened her mouth wider and took it inside. Harry groaned as he felt the warmth of her mouth.

Wendy sucked him gently, her tongue washing over his hairy sac. She would have loved to take both of his testicles in her mouth, but she couldn’t. They were simply too big. After a while she reluctantly let his testicle slip out of her mouth and hang down again, covered in her saliva. She looked up at his face and saw him smiling.

“Did you like that?”

“I did. Did you?”

“Yes, I did. I like giving you pleasure.”

Wendy looked down again to see his cock twitching. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up the underside of his shaft, lapping at his urethra. She felt the swelling just under his frenulum, then pursed her lips to slide them up and down his shaft as her tongue tickled his skin.

Harry’s cock hardened and rose up as she stimulated it. She put a hand underneath it, pressing it against her mouth as she moved up and down his shaft until suddenly she pulled it straight up and put her mouth over the head and allowed it to sink inside her.

Harry grunted as he felt his glans slip through her lips and enter her warm, wet mouth. He felt the tip of her tongue pushing at his slit before wiggling down between the mounds of his glans.

Wendy shuffled up a bit so that she was more directly over his cock and sunk her mouth lower down until some 3 inches were inside her mouth. She could feel his cockhead against the roof of her mouth and had to fight against her gag reflex as Harry’s glans rubbed the ridges of her palate.

Harry’s cock was now leaking copious amounts of precum which flowed onto the back of Wendy’s tongue and down her throat, making her swallow frequently. Her mouth felt stuffed, but not unpleasant. His cock was warm and vital, throbbing with his pulse.

Harry felt her tongue swirling around his glans and the top of his shaft and started moving his hips involuntarily, fucking her mouth. Saliva and precum were oozing out of Wendy’s lips and running down his shaft before pooling on his groin and running down his ball-sac.

Wendy curled her fingers around his shaft just below her mouth and started stroking his cock. She could feel it jerk as it expanded and contracted as it jerked in response to her. She loved the feeling of power she had over this man’s animal responses; that she could make him lose control when she wanted.

“Fuck, you’re a good cock-sucker,” Harry grunted, “I can’t believe you’ve never done it before.”

“I haven’t,” Wendy replied, lifting her mouth off his cock, “but I’ve read how to do it.”

She looked at his huge cock as it jerked in the air in front of her, glistening with her saliva and his precum, thinking how majestic and powerful it looked. She stuck out her tongue and licked up the underside of his shaft before tickling his frenulum with the tip of her tongue, then lapping up the precum oozing out of his slit as she gazed into his face.

“God, you’re a dirty girl and I love it,” he said, smiling at her then, without warning, he rolled on his side forcing her to do the same, and put a leg over her body. She was now lying on her side with his cock in front of her face.

She took him into her mouth again and started sucking. Harry looked at the top of her head and put a hand on it, steadying her as he started to fuck her face, pulling back quite far so that his glans was between her lips before thrusting in until he felt the back of her throat.

The room was filled with the sound of slurping and squelching as Wendy sucked at his cock. Every now and then she gagged, but he ignored it as he held her head in place and thrust into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her warm, moist cavern and the stimulation of her swirling tongue.

Wendy realised that he was in control now and gave herself to him. She wanted him to use her, to give him pleasure, to be his slut, to serve him. She felt for his balls and rolled them between her fingers.

It was too much for Harry. Wendy felt his testicles move up to his shaft under her fingers and heard him shout “aaaaah”. All his muscles tensed and he pushed hard into her mouth as his semen pooled in his prostate before rushing up his thick urethra to spray into her mouth. She felt his cock swell and jerk, followed by a stream of warm, slimy liquid jetting into the back of her throat.

Wendy struggled to swallow quickly, managing to take a large amount of it into her gullet before he ejaculated again, this time filling her mouth. She swallowed again, but some escaped between her lips and dribbled out onto her cheek. Harry pulled his cock out of her mouth before ejaculating twice more, covering her face with cum, after which he let his cock lie on her cheek, dribbling remnants of cum onto it.

Wendy put a hand onto his shaft and held it against her face as she looked at him. Harry smiled at her.

“Another first for you,” he said, “and a damn good one. You’re a natural.”

Wendy felt a sense of pride as she enjoyed his praise. She loved this man. He was so powerful and commanding. She had enjoyed sucking him. She liked the taste of his cock and she liked the taste and smell of his semen. And she loved his balls. They were big and hairy and hung down like a stud bull’s balls, fecund, full of sperm and waiting to impregnate her.

They lay together for several minutes before finally separating. Wendy got off the bed and found a towel to clean her face while Harry watched her. He was delighted with the way they were progressing. He’d found a naive, sexy, unspoiled virgin who had a natural talent for sex and was ready to do anything for him. He was looking forward to experiencing a lot of pleasure in the coming months and years, exploring all sorts of areas.

“Have you thought about going on the pill?” he asked.

“I’m already on it,” she replied, “I went on it more than a month ago when I realised that I couldn’t resist you.”

“Naughty girl,” he said, grinning, “you seduced me.”

“Oh, rubbish, Harry, you know that you’re the one who took advantage of a poor, innocent, country girl,” she chirped.

“You’re not poor or innocent, and you’re not a girl, you’re a woman. A beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman who knows how to use her body to pleasure a man.”

“Not any man,” she replied, stepping forward and cupping his balls, “just this one.”

Harry leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as she avidly sucked at it. His hands roamed over her buttocks, pulling them apart so that his fingers could feel her slit. It was still wet from her earlier arousal. He lifted his head.

“You have the most delightful cunt. It’s warm and wet and fits my cock like a glove. My cock feels at home in it.”

Wendy smiled at him, then kissed him again. They remained together for some minutes, then separated.

“Will you stay the night?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Oh Harry, you are so special. I’m so lucky.”

“And I’m starving. Why don’t you get dressed and let’s go and find something to eat.”

They both put on some clothes and left, hand-in-hand, for the communal kitchen.

“Ah! The lovebirds have arrived,” Pamela exclaimed as they walked into the kitchen.

Harry pulled Wendy close to him in a protective gesture as he smiled at Pamela. He saw that Jean was also there, but she didn’t say anything.

“Shut up, Pam,” Wendy said, giggling, “you’re just jealous.”

“Of course I am. But that’s alright. I’m delighted for you.”

“Would you guys like a sandwich?” Jean asked, “I was just making some for Pam and me.”

She looked directly at Harry, thrusting her bust forward, her eyes glowing.

Harry looked back at her. He understood the signs - countless other girls had done the same. This one wanted him. She’d seen his cock and wanted to know what it would be like as it invaded her body. He decided that he would find a way to satisfy her curiosity sooner rather than later.

“Thank you, Jean. That would be most welcome,” he replied as he ran his eyes up and down her body, making sure she saw.

Jean felt her groin twitch. She turned back to the counter and made the sandwiches, then put them on the table before sitting down. They chattered away about nothing in particular as they ate.

After they’d finished, Pam suggested they go to the communal living room and see if there was a decent movie to watch on TV. Wendy took Harry by the hand and led the way through.

They sat down on the large 4-seater couch that was in front of the TV, with Wendy at one end and Harry next to her, then Jean and Pam. He put his one arm around her shoulders, the other resting on the back of the couch. Pam found a movie, and soon their attention was focused on the TV.

Wendy felt very sleepy, and it wasn’t long before she rested her head on Harry’s shoulder and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, Harry felt Jean shift her leg against his. He moved his hand down off the back of the couch to rest on her neck, his fingers stroking her lightly.

Jean felt her skin prickle and a shiver run down her spine, then a warm glow spread across her shoulders as he stroked her gently. After a few minutes, his fingers moved to the side of her neck, softly stroking her sensitive skin before gently running around her ear until finally tickling her earlobe.

A quiet sigh escaped from her lips as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to wallow in her growing arousal from his touch. Without thinking, she moved her hand to hold his thigh, her fingers close to his groin. He opened his legs slightly to let her know that she was welcome, and it wasn’t long before she moved them to trace the outline of his cock.

She drew in her breath as she felt his hardness, imagining it sliding into her pussy. ‘My God,’ she thought, ‘I’ve got to have you,’ as her groin twitched and a moist patch spread across her panties. She shifted her butt in an effort to relieve her sexual tension, and the movement on the couch woke Wendy.

“I must have dozed off,” she said, lifting her head off Harry’s shoulder, “what’s happening?”

Jean took her hand off Harry’s lap.

“You did,” Harry said, moving his hand back to rest on the couch. “I think we’re all a bit sleepy. I’ll go and make some coffee.” He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen and put on some water to boil.

“I’ll help,” Jean said, getting up and following him.

Harry was at the counter, waiting for the kettle to finish when he felt Jean behind him. She reached round him to cup his cock and balls.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“Midnight. Bathroom,” he whispered back, smiling to himself.

They made the coffee and returned to the living room, their tryst established.

************

Later that night, Harry and Wendy were talking as they lay together in bed.

“I think Jean fancies you.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“No, I’m pretty sure she does.”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry. I don’t fancy her.”

“I know, but I also know you’ve slept with lots of different girls.”

“That’s what happens at our age. We experiment. We experience life. We learn about others.”

Wendy didn’t say anything more. She knew his reputation, but she didn’t want to lose him. If he slept with other girls, she’d rather not know about it.

He pulled her close to him and kissed her tenderly.

“Stop worrying and go to sleep,” he said, softly.

She nestled into his arms, feeling safe and secure, and it wasn’t long before she was asleep.

Harry stayed awake. He knew he was playing with fire, but the challenge was too exciting to miss. He enjoyed taking risks and living on the edge. He kept checking the clock on the bedside cabinet. Just before midnight he carefully disentangled himself from Wendy, put on a dressing gown and went to the bathroom. Jean was already there, naked and waiting.

He locked the door and took off his gown. Jean reached forward and took his cock in her hand, feeling its weight.

“Fuck, this thing is big.”

Harry looked into her eyes as he reached for her tits. They were full and firm, with large, pink areolae and protruding nipples. He ran a finger around each one, watching her nipples harden and lengthen.

She stroked his cock, feeling it grow longer and thicker, then rubbed a thumb over his glans, trying to coax his precum out.

“We’ll have to be quick,” he said, “get down on your knees and suck my cock.”

Jean didn’t say anything just that, taking the large mushroom-shaped cockhead into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. His precum started oozing out as she did so, making everything slimy.

He looked down at her head bobbing back and forth, deciding whether to cum in her mouth or her cunt. He opted for the latter.

“That’s enough. Get up and bend over the bath.”

She reluctantly took her mouth off his cock and, getting up, turned around and put her hands on the side of the bath, angling her hips so that her cunt faced up. She widened her legs in anticipation.

Harry stepped forward, cock in hand, and wiped his glans up and down her slit, wetting it with his precum mixed with her juices, then thrust into her hard and fast.

“Ooof,” she cried, then “fucking hell, you’re huge. You’re splitting me.”

“It’ll get better,” he said in a matter-of-fact way, thrusting in and out of her, his cockhead opening up her vaginal walls and going deeper with each thrust.

She shuffled her feet further apart and desperately tried to relax, willing her body to accept his steel-hard cock.

Slowly the pain started to recede, replaced by a feeling of being stuffed, completely filled. She started to move with him.

“See. I told you it would get better.”

Jean did not reply, but he was right. Her clitoris felt hot and little jolts of pleasure were running through her groin. Her pelvic muscles were contracting and releasing in time to his thrusts and she was breathing noisily through her mouth.

He continued fucking her mercilessly, his hands on her hips, pushing and pulling. Her tits were flailing around as his body jolted against hers and she could feel his balls banging on her clit as they swung back and forth.

A burning heat started developing deep inside her vagina, slowly building in intensity.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” She cried out with every thrust, her desire for relief becoming all-consuming.

Suddenly Harry stopped thrusting and pulled out.

“For fuck’s sake, what are you doing?” She cried. “Put it back. Put it back.”

“Shush,” Harry answered, “you’re making too much noise. You need something to hold in your mouth.”

He looked around and found a facecloth then gave it to her.

“There, chew on that,” he said, moving behind her.

He looked at her now-gaping and ragged pussy, wet with their combined fluids, then lined up his cock and pushed it back into her eager hole.

“Oh, God,” she cried, “oh, thank you, thank you.”

Harry started thrusting again, this time with longer, slower strokes. At the same time, he reached round and felt her clitoris, his fingers pressing and stroking its shaft.

Jean stuffed the cloth into her mouth as she moaned in ecstasy. She rotated her hips, trying to use his cock to scratch the growing itch in her vagina. The pain in her battered cervix had long ago changed into a feeling of arousal, each rub of that huge cockhead sending surges of pleasure through her.

Harry felt her cunt clutching at his cock rhythmically, her vaginal walls caressing his shaft and tickling his corona. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings in his cock, losing himself in exquisite pleasure until his pelvic muscle clenched. He paused deep inside her as a stream of semen surged up his bulging urethra and jetted out into her hungry cunt.

Jean was on the edge of her climax when Harry held still and his cock expanded and jerked. It was enough to trigger an enormous orgasm.

She screamed into the cloth in her mouth, biting down on it, as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably, squeezing and releasing the enormous cock inside her. Her arms shook, her legs jerked, and her body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.

She felt streams of cum ricocheting off her vaginal walls as he ejaculated time after time inside her deepest recesses, coating everything with thick, slimy fluid that oozed out of her.

Harry’s ejaculations gradually subsided. He held still for a while longer then started moving again, forcing the last few drops of cum out of his cock, before pulling out of her cunt, his cock dribbling onto the bathmat with their combined fluids.

Jean stopped shaking, but her mind had not yet come back to their surroundings. She took the cloth from her mouth but remained in her bending-over position, her hands on the edge of the bath, blobs of semen oozing out of her cunt and hanging down in white clumps before dropping onto the bathmat.

After a few minutes, she stood up and turned round to face Harry. She looked at him, then leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.

“Thank you. That was fantastic.”

“My pleasure. Let me know when you want a repeat.”

“I will.”

“I’m going back, now. You should leave a bit later.”

Harry wiped his cock on one of the towels, then put his gown back on and left to return to Wendy’s room. She was still asleep and hardly stirred as he carefully got back into bed again, cuddling up against her, and fell asleep.