For birthday sex

It had been a few weeks, and the curvy brunette hadn’t texted me. On a Saturday afternoon, I texted her.

Me: <Whats up>

Her: <At an amusement park right now. I’ll text you later>

She blew me off, and didn’t text me until after dinner.

Her: <If my friends drop me off at your place, can you drive me home tonight?>

Fuck me. She lived over an hour away. For some sex, I would be forcing myself to drive way too much. But then I thought of the way her ass felt in my hands.

Me: <Sure.>

The late summer sun had already set by the time she was dropped off. She came in the front door, and immediately squatted down. I thought “oh shit she’s about to blow me in the foyer”. But then the dogs ran up to her, and she started petting and kissing them.

She looked up at me. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes hazy. I asked, “Have you been drinking?”

She smiled, “I might have had a few drinks during dinner to celebrate my birthday.”

“Happy birthday! I didn’t know. Who’d you celebrate with?” I asked, and wondered why she never told me.

“A couple girlfriends and the gentleman I’m dating,” she said looking up at me, her head still level with my waist.

“Oh you’re dating now?” I asked. “Are you guys exclusive yet?”

She stood up. Her hand rubbed up my leg, and found my dick between my legs. Her lips moved close to mine, and said, “If we were, I wouldn’t be over here.” She kissed me. “I’m tipsy and there is one thing I can’t get off my mind.” She squeezed my cock.

I whispered in her ear, “You know where my room is. Lead the way.”

She walked in front of me up the stairs. She knew I wanted to watch her ass. She stopped on the last stair before my loft. I stepped up behind her, and ran a hand between her legs. I could feel her warm pussy through the fabric. I kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, “You have the sexiest fat ass.”

She arched her back, and pushed her ass out, really showing off her curves. She whispered, “Yeah? Are you going to punish it with your big long cock?”

Holy fuck this girl had such a dirty mouth. My dick grew in my pants at her words. I smacked it, and pushed her into my room. I stripped off her clothes, and tossed them to the floor. I felt up her soft body. She had a great thickness to her, especially her lower half: wide hips, big round ass, and thick thighs on long legs. I lost my hand between her legs, feeling her wet pussy up to my knuckles.

She turned around pressing her tits up against me. She looked up and asked sweetly, “Can the birthday girl open her present yet?”

She got down on her knees. She moved her thick wavy hair out of her face and looked up at me. Her seductive brown eyes finally broke contact with mine as she undid my zipper. She gave my cock all her attention as she pushed down my pants. My dick sprang out clipping her nose.

She gasped, “Fuck. I forgot how big you really are.” She put her forearm next to my dick. My mushroom head rubbed next to her elbow. She looked up at me. “I can’t believe this thing was in me.”

She opened her mouth, and spread her tongue out wide. She licked from my tip to my base. Mmm. Then she narrowed her tongue to a point, and followed the big vein on my dick back to its head.

I knew I should’ve been focused on this sexy girl sucking my cock, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her and my friend. While her tongue swirled around my tip, I asked, “How’s my dick compare to his?”

She stopped sucking, and looked up at me, “Whose?”

“You know who,” I replied.

She laughed, “I forgot. You’re obsessed with your friend’s penis. I’m only going to tell you because I’ve had a few drinks.” She examined my dick. “Let’s see. You’re both circumcised. Your head is a lot bigger than your shaft, while his is more uniform with the rest of his penis. This too much information for you?”

I looked down at her. I don’t know why but it was turning me on so much hearing about my friend’s dick and how I compared to him from an outside observer. I told her, “I love it. Keep going.”

“Okay,” she thought and then wrapped two hands down the length of my cock. She closed her mouth around my head, and sucked me for a little bit. Sucking down to her hand, then adjusting where she held it a little bit. Then she removed her hand closest to my base.

She examined it and nodded, “So from my pinky, where I’m holding you, to your tip is how long he is. So the space between my hand and your pubic hair is how much longer you are than your friend.”

I look down. Holy fuck. I was so much bigger than my friend. There was a few inches of dick exposed. The brunette saw me smirking, and said, “Ooo you feel like a big man now.”

I did. I knew I had a big dick, and I had confidence. But knowing I was that much bigger than my friend. I felt like the King of the World. Yeah he might be dating this girl but my dick could get miles deeper in her.

My thoughts must have shown on my face. She said, “There is a difference that might humble you.” She stroked up and down my lubricated dick. “Your friend has a thicker penis than you. Much thicker. So meaty and girthy. He stretches me out.” She moaned. “Oh just thinking about it is getting me wet.” She looked up at me, her hand still gripping my dick. “Oh you didn’t like hearing that. Was that a bad thing to say? Are you going to punish me?”

I looked down at this pale curvy brunette. I was flying, and she yanked me back to Earth. I wanted to do more than just punish her…