Door To Door
My name is Crystal Pearson. I'm a pretty girl, I know, with a slender, pale-skinned body and short, thick, strawberry-blonde hair that I dye a bright platinum color. I think it complements my green eyes. I've got little tits, but they're damn perky, with thick, puffy nipples. And I keep my copper-colored pubes trimmed to a 'V.' Guys get a charge out of seeing my little trimmed cunny.
Anyway, I have this strange hobby. I live in a big southwestern city, with lots and lots of apartment complexes scattered here and there. Hundreds of them. So what I do is pick one of the communities and look for the buildings where most of the units are one-bedroom apartments. Then I start knocking on doors.
I always wear clothes that show off a lot of skin and make me look cute and bubbly. Even though I'm twenty-two, I get carded all the time for cigarettes 'cause I'm so petite (five-one) and look so young. I guess my freckles and dimples really accentuate that. I always get checked out when I wear my tiny little jogging shorts and half-tops that show off my tattooed navel and perky boobs. I love catching guys giving me wondering looks, like they're thinking, 'is she legal?'
If a girl answers the door, I always pretend I've got the wrong place, and apologize. Then I go to another door. I carry a little clipboard with me. It's all part of the act. And it goes something like this:
A while ago, I went to a pretty nice complex, where the parking spaces were filled with upper middle-class vehicles with Lexus, BMW, and Infinity logos on them. I parked my little Honda, my heart fluttering with anticipation. I always loved that moment, when I began my little trips. I never knew what I would find.
I picked a building, knocked on a ground-floor apartment. No answer. It was about three in the afternoon; the tenant was probably at work. Okay. Next door. A girl, pudgy, Hispanic, giving me an annoyed look.
"Oh, sorry," I said. "Think I got the wrong place. Sorry," I said again, and bounced away.
I went upstairs to the second floor. Knock, knock.
I heard some moving around behind the door, then it opened. I smiled, feeling a little color rising to my cheeks. He was a tall, skinny black guy, handsome enough. There was some hip-hop playing from a stereo, something more than a little suggestive of sex. My kind of music.
"Hi!" I said with a bubbly smile. "I'm with CHG, and I'm doing a little survey. Can I ask you some questions? It'll only take a couple minutes, promise."
The guy looked me over with interest. He noted how tight my shorts were, showing off my camel-toe (I never wore panties), and my tight top through which my nips poked. Unless he was gay, he wasn't going to turn me down.
He didn't. The sexy brother, dressed in a loose shirt and baggy jeans, gave me one of those practiced, seductive looks. They really didn't work on me, but I pretended it did, and smoldered my eyes a little, biting my lip.
"Sure, go ahead, girl," he said. "Ask me anything you want."
I grinned, and held up my clipboard, clicked a pen. I had about ten sheets of blank paper on the clipboard, which he couldn't see.
"Well, first, do you live alone?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, still checking me out.
I smiled, scribbled a little. "Are you involved in a committed relationship?"
He smirked slightly. "Not at the moment," he said.
Perfect, I thought, and scribbled again. "On a scale of one to five, five meaning that you most agree, how would you answer this statement: 'I would be willing to have a casual sexual encounter with someone I don't know.'"
He seemed a little startled by the question, but smiled, blushing a little. "Um . . . let's say . . . four. Gotta be a little careful, you know."
I smiled back, letting my eyes flash. I lowered my clipboard, glanced around briefly to make sure we were alone. I looked back to him. "What's your name, handsome?" I asked.
He arched an eyebrow. "Theo," he said.
I gave him a direct look, staring right into his eyes. "Theo," I said. "Can I suck your cock?"
Well, he was definitely surprised by that question. He blinked, shook his head quickly, staring at me with a dumbfounded expression. "Wh-what was that?" he asked.
I giggled, glanced to his crotch. "Cock, mouth, yum-yum," I said playfully. I blinked, smiled. "I wanna give you a blow job. Cool?"
Theo suddenly breathed out, disbelief obvious on his face. "You serious, girl?"
I nodded, licked my lips. "Very."
He suddenly narrowed his eyes. They sometimes did this. "Hey, do I gotta give you anything?"
I giggled again, swiveling on my feet. "Just your dick," I said teasingly. "So, come on. Yes or no. Suckee-suckee or no suckee-suckee?"
Theo visibly shuddered, his eyes glazing with lust. I knew his answer before he gave it. "Um . . . sure," he said.
I grinned. "Goody!" I exclaimed. I stepped closer. He didn't move, just stared at me, probably thinking, freaky white bitch. Is she even old enough to vote? I gave him a look. "So, uh, you want me to come inside, or you just want me to get on my knees right here?"
Theo blinked, then blushed and stepped back. He let me into his apartment, which was pretty tastefully furnished. He had a damn nice stereo system that dominated one wall, and a big, 36-inch TV in an entertainment center. The place smelled of incense and, faintly, of marijuana.
After a quick glance around, I faced my new stud, smiling up at him. "My name's Crystal," I said.
"Nice to meet you, baby," he said, trying to be suave.
I giggled, then brazenly reached for his crotch, groping it. I kept my eyes locked on his as Theo melted a little, letting me massage him. I could feel his python growing. "I'm hungry for some dark meat, Theo," I said meaningfully. "Wanna feed me?"
He sighed, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. A cute little blonde girl knocks on his door, and less than two minutes later is groping his dick. Bet he thought he must have been so hot that I just couldn't resist.
"Oh, girl, you can have it any way you want," he said.
I bit my lip as I started undoing his baggy jeans. I lowered myself to my knees as I pulled his jeans down, then reached for his boxers. They had little smiley-faces on them. "Well, I want it in my mouth, baby," I said sultrily, tugging down his boxers. "And just so you know, I don't turn on the faucet without drinking."
Theo groaned with anticipation, staring at me with a look of such absolute lust that my ego soared. I pulled his boxers down to his ankles, and there it was: a mighty, uncut black cock, hanging down from a tiny little trimmed patch of jet-black pubes, heavy, round smooth-shaved balls hanging beneath. I grinned, and wrapped my hands around the ebony shaft. He had to be at least a good eight inches long.
"Oh, girl," he moaned, placing a hand on my head. "You some kind of angel, or what?"
I giggled, stroking his dick as it stiffened to full-mast. "Yeah," I said, and licked the dark pink head. I swiped away a bubble of pre-cum, found it very sweet. "A cocksucking angel," I said, then slipped my lips around him.
Theo groaned, breathing out as I sucked his thick dark cock into my mouth. I was turned on by the musky aroma of his crotch, the sounds of his sighs. Theo was a moaner, I realized. He kept making these grunting, groaning, 'oh, baby' sounds as I worked my mouth back and forth, getting his dick wet and swirling my tongue around the head. I rolled his foreskin back, chewed gently on the exposed head. Theo trembled.
Mmm, what a yummy cock, I thought as I sucked more and more of his thick serpent, feeling my lips stretch and mouth bulge. I pumped back and forth for a while, working up a good lather, slurping and licking and sucking hard. I loved how he just kept oozing that oily, sweet pre-cum into my mouth. That made me shiver with anticipation. Guys who juice like that almost always gave me a big load.
Theo's hands threaded through my hair and his legs buckled slightly. He rolled his hips a little, trying to get in my throat. I kept him back for a while, wanting to tease him, then suddenly plunged down on his cock, opening my throat and working him in. My throat bulged, wrapping tightly around his shaft. I loved that feeling, especially when the cock that I swallowed was as thick as my black lover's.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" he cried out, his body shaking. "Yeah, bitch, swallow my cock!"
I trembled, feeling my pussy juice. I didn't find his words rude or degrading. Theo was worshipping me, realizing full well that he had a true goddess of oral sex on her knees before him.
I kept him in my throat for as long as I could, squeezing it tight, then pulled back, needing air. I sucked off my spit, swallowed as Theo sighed and panted. I pulled back, sucking his throbbing rod, looking up to his passionate face. I smiled around his wet dick.
"You like that, baby?" I asked him, slipping my lips from him for a moment and stroking his shaft. My other hand gently fondled his swollen balls.
"Oh, baby, I can't believe you can go that deep," he said. "Ain't no girl ever done that before."
I grinned. "Really? Hmm . . ." Then I went down on him again, pushing his mighty cock all the way into my throat once more, until his heavy balls rest on my chin and my nose pushed against his abdomen. Theo made a grunting, choking sound, and dug his fingers into my scalp.
"Oh, fuck yeah, bitch, eat that fucking cock . . . ."
His words spurred me on, and I throat-fucked him for a few moments before slipping back and working hard on just the head of his dick while jacking him as fast and as hard as I could. I alternated between that and deep-throat for several minutes, until he was shaking and moaning, staring at me with an almost painful expression on his face.
"Oh, Crystal, baby," he choked. "Baby, don't stop!"
I eased my mouth off him, stroking his stiff dick hard, squeezing the head with my hand. "You wanna just shoot it in my mouth, baby, or you want me to jack you onto my tongue so you can see it?" I asked heatedly.
He swooned, holding onto my head for support. "Oh, honey, just suck it," he pleaded. "Ya gots to know how good that feels for me."
I grinned, then took him deep again, sucking hard, pumping my mouth back and forth as fast and hard as I could. Theo moaned and shuddered, holding my head, pulling me down so his dick plunged into my throat over and over. I gave in, letting him fuck my mouth. Sometimes, I really got off on that, and I felt my pussy seriously leaking. Theo was close to cumming, and so was I.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! OH, BABY FUCK YEAH!" Theo cried.
I jerked my head back, sucking just the first inch or so of his pulsing dick, feeling the head swell. I pulled hard, whimpering around his dick, knowing he was about to shoot off - oh, baby, yeah, gimme that cream! - and my cunt twitched and gushed in orgasm as I felt the sudden flood of warm, bittersweet cream that burst from his cock. Theo jerked against me, holding my head as his balls pumped jet after jet of thick, delicious sperm into my mouth.
My pussy spurted into my shorts, and I moaned as I tasted his yummy cum. I sucked and sucked, wanting it all - fuck, how I love it when they cum in my mouth! - and savored the rich, pungent taste and manly aroma of Theo's load. Pulse after pulse of semen swarmed over my tongue. His sperm filled my mouth, making my cheeks bulge. I moaned approvingly. I always loved a big load. The more cum, the better.
Finally, Theo spasmed and pulled back, gasping as my sucking became too much for him. He all but pushed my head away, and stumbled against the wall opposite the door, panting deeply. A line of his man-juice smacked to my chin. I watched his face a moment, then closed my eyes, savoring my mouthful of jizz. I swished it around, feeling it so thick and warm and salty and sweet.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "Yo girl, you a cum freak, or what?"
I nodded slowly, relishing the flavor of him. God damn, I hadn't gotten a load that heavy and thick in quite a while. "Uhm-hmm," I responded, sucking my lips, rolling his sperm around in my mouth. The smell of it filled my senses. I almost didn't want to swallow it. I just wanted to keep that delicious jizz in my mouth forever, let it soak in so that my breath always smelled of cum.
But that wouldn't have been practical. So finally, I drew in my cheeks, licked my lips, then tilted my head back and swallowed down that creamy juice with one big gulp. I sighed, breathing out, smelling the wonderful heady aroma of his juice. I licked my sticky lips, sighed.
"Oh, fuck," I whispered. "Damn, that's good cream." My pussy was still twitching. I opened my eyes, stared up at Theo. He just looked back with an amazed expression. His cock, half-hard and glistening, dripped a little cum from the slit. I quickly grabbed it, and licked all around the head, squeezing the shaft to make a little more fresh sperm leak out. I savored every drop.
Theo gave me an amazed look, and slid down the wall, literally drained. I giggled, finally eye-level with him.
"Damn, baby, you gots to give me your phone number," he said.
I smiled, wiped the corners of my mouth, sucking my fingers. I pushed up to my feet. "That would ruin the fun, baby," I said. "But thanks for the snack." I eyed his spent dick, now soft and floppy. I giggled. "You look cute."
Theo laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Man . . . you something else, girl."
I rolled my shoulders, blinked girlishly. "Yeah, I know," I said. I rubbed my pussy through my shorts. "Well, gotta go. So many dicks, so little time, you know."
Theo laughed euphorically. "Come back any time, girl," he said.
I regarded him thoughtfully. "Hmm . . . maybe," I said.
"Hey, uh, Crystal," he said as I reached for the door. "What's 'CHG' anyway?"
I grinned. "Cum-Hungry Girls," I said. Then I gave him a little wave, opened the door, and stepped out. My tummy warm and full of cum, I toted my little clipboard as I headed to the next building, anticipating the next cock that would fill my eager mouth.
***
My second 'sperm donor' wasn't much to brag about; average dick, and he was so overwhelmed by my talent that he popped off in about two minutes, giving me a fairly decent squirt on my tongue. But it was pretty bitter. I figure he ate a lot of fast food. All those preservatives make semen thin and sour. He was a young guy, about nineteen I would guess, a little pudgy and really not handsome at all. He all but begged me to stay, and said he would go get condoms if I waited.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, feeling bad for the guy. "I just came for the cum."
By the way he looked at me, and acted, I could pretty much tell he'd never gotten his cherry popped. It was pretty obvious he'd never shot off in a girl's mouth before. Well, one virginity was enough, I figured. I didn't want some guy telling me he loved me just 'cause I was his first fuck. I'd been through that before.
After him was a fairly handsome guy named Eric, around thirty or so, who took a really long time to cum. That was fine with me; I like the act of sucking cock as much as I love the taste of cum, so I happily munched on his good-sized rod for about half an hour as he sat in a chair in his living room. He didn't make much noise during the suck-job, but his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Eric jacked off and shot a nice, thick, heavy load of cream into my wide-open mouth, which I certainly appreciated, savoring it for a while as I always did with thick mouthfuls like his. He gave me an awed look as I kept my mouth open wide and made bubbles with his creamy semen, moving my gooey tongue around. I didn't mind as he took out his camera phone and captured a couple images of me with my spermy mouth.
And then . . . I met Jerry.
Knock, knock. The door creaked open, revealing a rather stocky man, not very tall, with thick arms and legs and a protruding, but not enormous, gut. He had wrinkled features and snow-white hair, and I figured he was at least fifty, probably even older. He was dressed typically for an old man, in loose khaki slacks and a short-sleeved, pin-striped shirt through which sprouted tufts of white chest hair.
I almost backed off. I'd met a few old guys like this and figured, no way. I didn't want to be responsible for giving an old man a heart attack just because I gave him a hummer. But there was something strong and distinguished about this man, something behind his soft brown eyes.
"Can I help you, young lady?" he asked. He held a half-smoked cigarette in his thick fingers. Classical music played from somewhere inside the little efficiency apartment. I felt very calm and comfortable in his presence.
I gave him a smile, feeling suddenly excited. The oldest man I had ever sucked off, I figured, had been in his late thirties. This man could be a good two decades older. "Um, yes," I said. "I'm with CHG, and I'm conducting a survey of single men. It will only take a couple of minutes, I promise."
He looked amused. "What makes you think I'm single?" he asked.
My smile faded, and I noticed the ring on his finger. Still, why would a married couple live in such a tiny apartment? I blushed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," I said. "Is your wife also at home?"
His own smile remained, tinged with a look of nostalgia. "My wife passed away six years ago, young lady," he said. "After nearly four decades of marriage."
I blinked several times, suddenly feeling like I was intruding. "I'm sorry for your loss, sir," I said, and feeling ashamed, turned away.
"What's this survey?"
I stopped looked back to him, giving him a sheepish smile. "It's really nothing," I said suddenly uncomfortable. "It's, um, geared toward, um, y-younger men, really."
His eyes narrowed, and he glanced to my clip board, the page on top covered with nonsensical scribbles. "What's your game, young lady?"
I shuddered, feeling like a bug under a microscope. "N-nothing," I stammered. I tried to stop being so nervous. "Really. I'm not . . . I don't want anything. I just . . . go door-to-door, that's all."
His suspicious look remained. "And . . . 'CHG?' Is that some kind of volunteer organization?"
I blushed. "Yeah, kind of," I said. "It's a, uh, private group. Anyway, sir—"
"So why not ask me your questions?" he asked, looking me over. He smiled warmly. "I'm just an old man. I've got all the time in the world."
I blushed deeply. I felt like I was being grilled by one of my college professors. There was a sense of authority about the man that prevented me from running away like I wanted to. "I really don't think that would be a good idea, sir," I said timidly. God, with any other man, I'd have the upper hand, I'd be in control, and I'd be on my knees right that moment with a mouthful of cock!
He pulled on his cigarette, looking so authoritative, so totally in control, as he did that, and slowly let the smoke trail from his lips. His eyes looked me over as if my clothes had suddenly become invisible. I almost wanted to cover up.
"What is it that you really do?" he asked calmly. "Why do you go door-to-door?"
I fidgeted. My heart was pounding, and my legs felt wobbly. I was aware that I was sweating. "Um, I-I think I should—"
"Tell me, young lady," he interrupted me, his voice stern. "No more stalling."
I gasped slightly. I couldn't help but feel almost dominated by him. I dipped my eyes, holding my cilpboard in both hands before me. I felt suddenly foolish. I was a little girl caught doing something stupid. His aura of command compelled me to answer.
"I give blow jobs," I said in a tiny voice. I barely even heard it.
He cocked his head. "What was that?" he asked.
I shuddered, sighing. I lifted my head, stared at the sky a moment. Not a single cloud to hide beneath. I finally lowered my gaze, feeling a moment's strength, and stared at his rather handsome, if leathery, face. "I . . . I give blow jobs," I said again, more distinctly.
He wasn't the least bit put off or fazed by my statement. He simply smoked his cigarette, his eyes boring into mine. "I see," he said at last. "And you think I'm too old for that?"
I blinked, surprised at his response. "N-no," I said stupidly.
He smiled. "So?"
I frowned at his statement, and looked away a moment. Okay, so what the fuck do I say now?
"I-it's just that—"
He interrupted me again. "So you go door to door, with this phony survey scheme, find out if a man is single and alone, and . . . then you give him a blow job." He chuckled. "My, how things have changed. So, do you have a daily quota or something?"
I ground my teeth. He was making fun of me. I looked to his amused face, feeling suddenly bold. "No. I stop when I'm full," I said, hoping to shock him.
But he wasn't shocked. He just smiled, took another drag off his cigarette, then flicked the smoldering butt away. "And are you full?"
I blushed again, flickered my eyes from his. I happened to glance to his crotch, and saw an absolutely impressive outline of a thick, hanging penis. My pussy instantly twitched. The damn thing seemed to hang halfway to his knee! Holy shit! That can't be real!
The old man suddenly chuckled, realizing where I was looking. "Why don't you step inside, young lady," he said with calm authority.
Numbly, feeling directed like a puppet, I took little scuffing steps past the man as he stepped aside, and entered his apartment. My heart was pounding; I felt like my entire body was quaking.
The door closed, and I gasped slightly. He stepped around before me, giving me an appraising look, and headed to an antique table across from the door. His furnishings were all antiques, it seemed, and made the single room of his apartment comfortable and cozy. There was a small, single bed along one wall, a couch facing it, a claw-footed coffee table between. A desk, a large chest, an armoire, and a small television on a stand rounded out the room. Pictures covered the walls.
He took out another cigarette from a small silver tin, lit it as he faced me once more. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Crystal," I said in a small voice. My eyes drifted back to his crotch, staring at his thick penis. He might as well have been naked; I could make out almost every feature. My pussy dripped and my mouth watered. I suddenly remembered something about sausage tasting better as it aged.
"Very nice to meet you, Crystal," he said. "My name is Jerry. How old are you?"
I glanced briefly to his face. "Twenty-two," I said.
"Really."
My face felt hot. "Yes, really," I said. "Do you want to see my license?"
Jerry chuckled. "I don't think that's necessary," he said. "So, how do you normally prefer it? Shall I lie down? Sit in a chair?"
I looked to him, aware of how wide my eyes were, of how literally soaked my little shorts were. "You . . . you want me to do it?" I asked.
Jerry's eyes glittered slightly as he smiled. "I would think that's obvious, Crystal," he said. "And, judging from the way you've been staring at my crotch for the past two minutes, I'm fairly sure you want to do it."
I swallowed nervously. My eyes darted from his grandfatherly eyes to his swollen crotch. Jesus Christ, that thing had to be simply enormous.
"Crystal," he said in a firm tone.
"Yes," I answered in a soft voice.
"Take off your clothes."
I shuddered, breathing in. I never got naked when giving head like this. But I felt like I was being controlled by someone else. I set my clipboard on the counter of his kitchen, then slowly pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. My eyes were locked on Jerry's impressive crotch as I pushed my little shorts down and stepped out of them. He didn't say anything, just calmly smoked his cigarette as he looked over my nude body.
Jerry directed me to spread my legs as I stood before him, turn around, bend over, pry my cheeks apart, cup my breasts . . . I did everything he told me to do. I had never been so docile before a man.
I looked to Jerry's face. He remained calm, but he was definitely aroused. His eyes were glazed in lust, and his cock was so stiff that it bulged against his slacks, trying to push up. Yet I did not doubt that Jerry was in complete control, not only of himself, but of me.
"Come here, Crystal," he ordered me. I did so, willingly, and automatically sunk to my knees before him. He directed me to unbutton and unzip his slacks, which I did eagerly. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing a fairly muscular chest covered in snowy hair. I tugged his slacks down, then pulled on his boxers, making them fall to his ankles.
I breathed in deeply, staring in shock and arousal at the incredible phallus before me. It was so long and thick, so heavy, that it could not stick straight out. Jerry's mighty penis, the largest I had ever seen in person, in print, or on video, was partially circumcised, the head dark and flushed, the foreskin bunched up beneath it. I kid you not, Jerry's mammoth cock was over a foot long and so thick that I doubted my fingers would be able to touch around it.
"Oh-h-h-h my God," I breathed out. I actually heard my cunt slurp.
Jerry chuckled, smoking his cigarette. "You don't know how many times I have heard that," he said. He ground out in a small ashtray, then stepped to the couch and sat down.
"Come to me, Crystal," he said. "Satisfy your hunger."
Mutely, gazing upon that gargantuan, beautiful penis, I crawled like a submissive slave across the carpet and settled myself between Jerry's spread legs. The slightly musky aroma of his crotch wafted up to me. I tentatively settled my hands upon his broad thighs, staring hungrily at his well-aged, massive penis. I had never wanted to suck a dick so badly in my life.
Jerry sensed my reticence. He reached down and touched my cheek. "Do as you will, Crystal. I am yours to enjoy."
I moaned then, as if I had been given permission from my master to partake of a feast I had been desiring for so long. With enthusiasm and desperation that surprised me, I wrapped my hands around Jerry's unbelievable dick, tilting it up to my face. I was turned on by the weight of it in my hands. The head was nearly as broad and thick as my fist.
Oh, fuck, how am I gonna swallow this thing? I wondered, then whimpered as I opened my mouth wide and stuffed what had to be the most enormous cock in the world into my mouth.
Oh, Jesus! My mouth had never been so filled! Jerry's cock had a rich, musky, salty but sweet flavor to it, and it literally made my lips stretch. I plunged deep, as deep as I could go, feeling like I was giving a blow job to a horse. My fingers did, indeed, touch around his impressive shaft, but only barely. I held onto his rod with both hands as I sucked back and forth, literally drooling on Jerry's penis.
Jerry remained quiet for the most part, sitting back comfortably, his eyes closed as he breathed in and out. His brow furrowed, his dick throbbed now and then as I tried my damnedest to devour him. I felt the thick head prod my throat, but it seemed too big, too thick for even me to swallow whole.
I pumped back and forth, sucking wetly, moaning and sighing around Jerry's powerful cock. I stroked his shaft with both hands, smoothed them down to his Ostrich-egg-like testicles. Jerry let out a moan at last as I massaged his balls while sucking hard on his dick. My jaw felt like it was about to be unhinged as I plunged again and again.
After only a few minutes, Jerry grunted, gasped, and his cock throbbed and swelled. A torrent of semen exploded from his penis, filling my mouth. But his cock was so enormous that there was little room for his flow, and most of his thick, milk-white fluid spurted from around my lips and oozed back down his shaft.
Oh, God! Tasting and feeling his rich eruption of pudding-like semen triggered my own orgasm, and as I sucked Jerry's cum-slicked staff, my cunt literally splashed my inner thighs with fluid. I moaned and trembled, my entire body tingling . . . oh, Jesus Christ! Mmmmm . . . .
"Don't stop, Crystal!" Jerry gasped, holding my head in his hands and urging me to keep pumping my mouth up and down. I could only whimper in response, my pussy spurting and spasming, my thighs dripping wet. Jerry's sperm smeared around my lips, oozed down my chin to my neck, coated my fingers as I stroked him. I heeded his words, and kept sucking, hard and desperate. I swallowed what I could of his immense flow of sperm, but most of it escaped my mouth.
I felt suddenly possessed, and gripped Jerry's thighs with my slimy hands, staring up at him as I aggressively mouth-fucked his cock. He remained hard, which amazed me. I glared up at him, feeling my jaw pop as I pushed down deep, the broad wide head easing slowly into my throat. He stared back, his face fluttering in astonishment.
Yeah, Jerry, watch me, I thought. Watch me take your huge fucking dick all the way down! Watch me, Jerry! Watch me swallow your cock!
I breathed in deeply through my nose, held my breath, then forced my mouth down, pushing Jerry's sperm-slicked cock into my throat. It hurt, the way my throat was stretched by his massive penis, but I was determined to do it. I had once bragged to my best friend Tracy that there was no cock I couldn't swallow whole. Now I was going to prove it.
I convulsed, my throat fighting back against the mammoth intrusion. My ears suddenly flooded with fluid, and my jaw cracked painfully. I winced, but still I shoved down, digging my fingers into Jerry's fleshy hips and forcing his dick in my throat. I felt every titanic inch as it slid slowly into my esophagus. Sharp stabs of pain lanced through my neck. I imagined flesh tearing as Jerry's cock invaded my throat.
"Oh, God, Crystal!" he cried, watching me. "Don't hurt yourself!"
My eyes watered, bulging with the pressure, and tears dripped down my cheeks. My head trembled. I couldn't breathe. The blood pressure in my face rose incredibly. I felt like my head was going to explode.
But then, finally, my lips were pressed into his sperm-soaked pubic hair, his heavy balls against my chin. My eyes flew open wide. I did it! I did it! Holy shit, I swallowed the world's biggest dick!
Jerry convulsed, his entire body shaking, and suddenly, I felt his cock pulsing and a steady stream of hot, thick juice began flowing down my throat. OH MY GOD! He's cumming again! And right in my fucking throat!
My body vibrated as I felt his warm seed gushing down to my stomach, swallowed automatically by the sucking motions of my throat. I blinked, and felt the need to breathe. But I couldn't stop. The sensation of my throat being filled so thickly, of Jerry's hot cream pumping deep inside me . . . I felt light-headed, my vision blurry. I wanted to hold on, to take his entire load, but—
I jerked back, coughing, panting, heaving loudly, sperm splattering out of my mouth as I sagged back. Thick streams of spit mixed with semen stretched from Jerry's slathered, dripping cock to my mouth. Thick white cum dribbled from the piss slit of his dick, falling to the floor below.
I coughed repeatedly, gagging and almost retching. Fluid fell from my mouth and onto my naked body, spattering my thighs, my abdomen, my pubic mound. I trembled, shaking like an epileptic, and breathed in laboriously. I felt like I was going to pass out.
Finally, I fell forward, my head falling against Jerry's dripping, saliva and cum-coated dick. I heaved deeply, feeling dazed. His heavy cock fell across my left shoulder. I felt cum oozing down my back. My throat burned painfully.
"God in heaven," Jerry mumbled. He petted my hair, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "Oh, Crystal, my sweet . . . ."
I was so overwhelmed. I had almost literally choked myself to death on dick. I could imagine the headline: "Young Woman Dies by Deep-throat."
I lay draped across Jerry's thighs, his slick crotch pressed against my cheek, cum mingled with saliva soaking into my hair and dripping down my neck. It was hard to breathe, even harder to speak. I had no strength to move, but thankfully, Jerry picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. I curled up against him, still coughing now and then, and clutched his stocky, strong body. He set me down in the tub, turned on the water . . . and I passed out.
I awoke a while later, hearing the faint sounds of an opera. I blinked, opening my eyes. There was still some daylight streaming through the windows of the tiny apartment. A blanket covered me, and I was naked beneath. I realized that I lay in Jerry's tiny bed.
I sat up, wincing. My throat felt raw; I touched the base of my neck, swallowed experimentally. It hurt. It felt as if my esophagus had become lined with sandpaper.
"I was starting to worry."
I looked to the couch, saw Jerry sitting there, smoking another cigarette. He was clad in loose Bermuda shorts and a simple white cotton T-shirt. He smiled upon me fondly.
"I'm . . ." I began, finding my voice scratchy and rough. I winced again. "I'm okay."
"Don't try to talk too much," he said, getting up. He came to the little bed, sat on the edge. He tenderly touched my face. "You probably tore the lining of your throat. There was a little blood."
I swallowed again, winced again. I gave him an apologetic, and worried, look.
Jerry chuckled, ran his hand down my arm, to my hip. His eyes looked fondly upon me. "You're an amazing woman, you know that? Many have tried to do what you did."
I stared at him, massaging my neck. "I had to," I managed to say. My voice sounded like that of an old woman after a lifetime of smoking three packs a day.
Jerry just smiled, petted my hair. "Well, maybe you did, maybe you didn't," he said. "But I wouldn't suggest trying that again anytime soon."
I looked up to him, nervous again, apprehensive. Jerry just gave me his comforting, grandfatherly smile.
"Relax, Crystal," he said. "You're safe here. In fact, I don't think you should go anywhere for a while. I've got some chicken soup on the stove. It will be good for you."
I just nodded, feeling protected in Jerry's presence. Protected, accepted . . . maybe even loved. I leaned against him, hugging him tightly.
***
I slurped down the soup with painful swallows as Jerry talked. He told me all about his wife, whom he had married in 1962. She had been angelic, he said, a hometown beauty queen that many men coveted. Smart, funny, and charitable, she had taken to being a soldier's wife with some reluctance, but there was no doubt that Jerry and Betty loved each other.
Jerry was a Vietnam War vet; he was sixty-seven years old, more than three times my age. He had served two full tours in Southeast Asia, despite numerous injuries and the protestations of his wife. He came home in 1969, retiring from the military after ten years of service.
Throughout the early seventies, Jerry and his wife had been swingers; Betty had bragged about the immense size of her husband's penis to friends and others, who challenged her to prove her words. They had shared themselves with other couples, and gone to numerous orgies. For a time, Jerry had even appeared in some adult movies. But by the late seventies, Jerry and Betty wanted to settle down.
They had two children, long since grown, with lives of their own, and six grandchildren. Betty passed away after a long fight with cancer, and Jerry had not known another woman's touch since the death of his wife six years before. I cried softly at his story, then reached for him.
After he finished, Jerry stood and stripped out of his clothes. I did not protest, did not speak - even if I could - as he pulled down the blanket covering me and spread my legs apart. He went down on me, commented favorably on my near-crimson pubes and the pinkness of my lips. I sighed with pleasure as he spread me open, expertly licking and sucking my pussy until I came. His tongue and fingers worked magic on my needy little pussy. I tried not to cry out as my orgasm washed over me.
Jerry got between my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and slowly, steadily, invaded my tight little cunt with his gigantic cock. He told me to relax and loosen up as my cunt slowly wrapped around his horse-like shaft. I whimpered, moaned, winced with discomfort at first, but nevertheless gripped Jerry's hips and pulled him in as I got used to the massive intrusion. He held my legs wide apart, and I watched in amazement as my little pussy was stretched wide by his monstrous cock. I wondered how such a tight little hole could take such an enormous penis.
I felt split open, but deliciously so, and screamed hoarsely, aggravating my throat as I came again and again. My orgasms had never been so strong. Jerry fucked me hard and deep, making me literally cry from the overwhelming sensations he gave me. Never had I felt so incredibly satisfied. Jerry finally pulled his pulsing cock from my pussy and I jerked and tugged on his massive rod until he splashed my abdomen and breasts with his semen.
I rolled up, took the head of his oozing dick in my mouth, eagerly swallowing the last dribbles of sperm from his dick. The thick, warm fluid soothed my throat. I realized Jerry's semen was the tastiest I'd ever had. I kept sucking, keeping him hard, telling him with my eyes how much I wanted him.
I stayed with Jerry all night, and we fucked twice more. His virility astounded me. But, I suppose, not having sex in over six years makes you want to make up for lost time. I certainly appreciated his stamina and strength, and relished the feel of his burning cum gushing into my pussy. I begged him to shoot his last load of the night right into my mouth. I gazed up at his face adoringly while sucking the broad head of his cock, as he masturbated between my lips. His semen, I was convinced, healed the rawness of my throat, and I savored it for a long time before finally gulping it down. It felt so warm and thick and satisfying sliding down my throat to my hungry little belly.
We fell asleep together on his little bed, with me spooned up against my Jerry, his arms wrapped around me. I had the most wonderful dreams that night.
***
In the morning, Jerry pampered me, soaping me up in the shower, then made me breakfast. It still hurt to talk so I did so rarely. But I felt, with Jerry, that I did not need to speak much at all. I gave him one more blow job - without going deep, of course - and lovingly devoured his sticky spunk. He repaid the favor by sucking and finger-fucking my dewy little cunt until I came. Then he walked me down to my car, and gave me his phone number. He watched after me as I drove away.
I managed to convey to my managers at the restaurant where I worked that I had laryngitis (I couldn't tell them the truth, of course); they understood that I needed a few days off. It took a little over half a week before I could talk again without my throat feeling scratchy. I returned to work, but stayed away from my 'door-to-door' activities for another couple of weeks.
I found that, after the accomplishment of taking Jerry's massive dick to the root (which, he had informed me, was fourteen and a half inches long and nine and a quarter inches around), that there literally was no dick I couldn't swallow with ease. I proved that over and over as I visited a couple of other apartment complexes with my 'CHG survey' routine and gobbled down cock after cock. Not even a thick, black, ten-incher posed any problem as I took it to the root.
But I could not forget my sweet Jerry. No man matched his size, his presence, his sperm's wonderfully thick texture and rich flavor. Finally, one afternoon, I called him up. He sounded surprised to hear from me. I told him that I wanted to see him, that I needed to be with him again. He told me to come over right away.
I was literally desperate to make love to him again. I found it ironic that, with all the men I had been with, all those dozens of dozens of dicks I had sucked, only four men in my entire life - Jerry included - had ever fucked me. But Jerry didn't just fuck; he made love. He touched, caressed, and pampered me, made me feel protected and wanted. I loved the feeling of his massive dick inside me, his warm body against mine, and loved even more the way he held me, kissed me, whispered in my ear. We made love all night, then the night after that, and the night after that . . . .
He came in to see me at work now and then, giving me small smiles of anticipation as I waited on him and tried to be the professional waitress. But just looking upon him made me slippery between my legs, and I found myself licking my lips whenever I saw him. I was infatuated with Jerry, I knew. I wondered, even, if I was falling for him. Some of my friends and coworkers teased me about my 'over-the-hill' boyfriend, but I just laughed them off. They could not understand how I felt about my sweet, sexy Jerry.
Sometimes, when I'd stay with him, Jerry would give me a tender, sensuous massage, culminating when he slowly and teasingly rubbed and fingered my pussy until I came with a long, satisfying orgasm. I'd repay him with a loving, protracted blow job, taking him into my throat once in a while as I stared up at his handsome face. The sensation of feeling his thick semen spurting directly in my throat was unlike any other.
We would go out to dinner, to local stage shows - Jerry was a big fan of the theater - to the movies and local bars. People stared at us, thinking I was Jerry's granddaughter, then gave us wondering looks once we started making out. I loved those reactions, and was proud to be Jerry's girlfriend. My passion for him was sometimes impossible to ignore, and I once crawled under the table at a casual restaurant and sucked him off right there. I'll never forget how our waitress approached once I was done, with a little glob of cum on my chin, saying that she guessed I didn't need any desert.
For my twenty-third birthday, Jerry took me to Mexico. We visited ancient ruins, shopped in open-air markets, walked hand-in-hand along a nude beach. I loved the way women gawked at my Jerry's wonderfully heavy penis as it swung back and forth. We received numerous offers of a threesome, and as one of my gifts, my lover asked me to pick a girl to spend an evening with us. Watching Jerry fuck another girl was unbelievably arousing, and he was aroused by watching me go down on her.
But it wasn't just the sex that I adored about Jerry; he was intelligent, witty, charming, and he treated me like a princess. He taught me more about sex and life than any man I had ever known, and shared some of his deepest secrets with me. He helped me with my class work and listened to anything I told him about my life, my hopes and dreams.
If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought I was in love with him.
***
Six months after we met, shortly after we returned from Mexico, Jerry passed away in the night. I wasn't with him; I had wanted to stay the night and make love over and over as we often did, but Jerry had given me a look and a smile and asked me to go home. He wasn't feeling well, he said, but dismissed it as heartburn. I did not realize it then, but with hindsight, I recognized that he had known his end had come.
I cried like a baby when I found out. I couldn't work for days. At the funeral, I stared down at the coffin which bore my lover into the ground. Some of Jerry's friends, and his son Michael, who had apparently heard about me through him, offered their condolences. I just sniffed, shook their hands, accepted their hugs. Most were aged, like Jerry, and even his son was twelve years older than I; I figure I was the youngest person, by far, at the funeral. But I did not feel out of place. I realized that I knew Jerry - Gerald Monroe Moore - at least as well as any of them. And I was proud.
I kept to myself for a while after the funeral, until my depression ebbed away and I felt at peace with having given a wonderful man my love and companionship in the last days of his life. I felt more proud and fulfilled because of my time with Jerry, and realized how lucky I had been to know him.
***
A couple of months later, I knocked on a door, smiling up at the face of a handsome middle-aged man. "Hi! I'm with CHG, and I'm doing a little survey . . . ."
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