Ivy gets wet

One of the guys offers me photos of his cock, but he needs privacy. He offers to pay for one of the closed off shower stalls. His buddy leaves, saying this was too gay for him.

I follow the naked man, quickly slipping on my shorts as we walk over to the pay shower stalls. The man asks me to lower myself so that I can get the right angle. My fucking pleasure, I think to myself, but I hesitate. What would a straight guy do? The man explains, “I look biggest from below.” He seems to be mocking as he pushes me Into a squatting position and adds a smirking question, “but are you sure you’re not gay?”

I can barely talk, or think, but I’m able to whisper, “I’m definitely not gay, it’d be good to get you really hard.” I lick my lips and ask in my best raspy truck driver voice, “maybe you tell me what kind of chick you like to fuck?”

The young man stroked himself, and his cock lurched to being maybe 2/3 hard. He added, “no particular type. I’m mostly looking for enthusiasm, y’know what I mean?”

He turns on the shower and washes his cock with soap. I take a picture. I’m getting splattered. He rinses. Another picture. I’m still squatting, mouth level to a hardening cock. Another photo. Im completely soaked, which is good or he’d be able to see the river of pussy juice that must be sliding down my leg. All I can think of is that my mouth is inches from the biggest dick i’ve ever seen, and I can’t do anything about it. Or can I?

“Dude,” I say, “I gotta tell you that you have one fine looking cock.” His eyes are open, and his hands are on his hips. He looked very satisfied with himself. I have a thought that he’s probably dumb as a stump, but that thought gets washed away immediately. “I don’t want to get weird about this, but for the art, it’d be great to get you as hard as possible.” I lean in and lick the head of his swollen cock. I wait for his reaction. He doesn’t get angry. He smiles and tilts his cock into my face. I suck him into my mouth. Ahh, I thought to myself, that’s what I’m talking about. I feel his thick fingers lace into my hair. My hat slides off. One of my hands slides into my slit, plunging and pistoning. Losing my balance, my other hand quickly grabs a hunk of his ass, and I’m back to feeling stable. At least physically. Sexually, I feel out of my mind. He starts to rhythmically rock into my mouth, and I sense the **** churning in my cunt as I hear him say, “you are one crazy girl.”