Pam

He was sweet. I could tell he genuinely cared about me. In past relationships – if you can call them that – I was a trophy: the high school or college cheerleader you bragged to your buddies about; later, arm candy to show off, add inches to your dick.

But Jerry was different. He just liked being with me; he wasn’t just hanging around to get into my pants. And when he finally did, he was a thoughtful and considerate lover. And I found that – to my surprise – to be far more important than cock size. Jerry had a small cock but he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed about it. And he no reason to be; it was a cute little cock.

Besides, men with big cocks had been a disappointment to me. I always thought if I found one with a big enough cock, I would have my first vaginal orgasm. Though my search led me to some pretty pleasurable cocks – nothing like the feeling of being completely filled – the pleasure always stopped just short of orgasm. Of course I couldn’t be honest about it – men with big cocks have enormous egos. So I faked orgasms to keep them from ramming away at me until I was raw.

Jerry was a breath of fresh air. He begged me to teach him how to please me. And even though he was inexperienced and fumbled about at first, it was a huge turn-on to have someone explore my body with such joy and abandon. Soon he was giving me orgasm after orgasm. But still, that elusive vaginal orgasm was just beyond my grasp.

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Drinking while horny is a no-no for me; it always leads to trouble. And the night of Matt’s birthday party I was really horny. Jerry held me down and gave me forty minutes of delicious head before we left. My pussy was still dripping when we arrived. I told myself I’d nurse one drink to be sociable. Well, one drink lead to three more before I caught this big black stud eyeing me pretty hard. I tried to be coy about it but I was fixating on his huge “package,” behaving like a bitch in heat.

There was no use playing games anymore; I was going to fuck him and he knew it. I headed down the hallway; he slyly followed. Within seconds of finding a dark hideaway I had his huge salami in my hand. I’d never felt a cock so heavy. This was it; it had to be: I was finally going to get my vaginal orgasm.

I just gave him some light head to start; I wanted him in me so bad I was about to burst. And when he did enter me, I swear to God, I saw stars. It was an incredible feeling – for about five minutes. I knew the train wasn’t going to leave the station. I was about to fake another orgasm when the lights suddenly flickered on.