My Girlfriend has a Big Dick Ex

Leah stands at 5'2" with the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen and long blonde hair that reaches past her shoulder blades in big, bouncy curls. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a pink T-shirt that clung to her skin just enough to tease, but there was no hiding those incredible 32D tits--lightly sagging banana-shaped boobs with massive, deep pink areolas bigger than silver dollars, as if she were lactating but isn't, and puffy nipples as thick and erect as mandarin oranges, begging to be sucked, pinched, and milked until she moans. She was petite, a tight 95--100 lbs of pure fuckable perfection. The late August heat of the fall semester had her glistening with a light sweat, making my cock throb as I imagined ripping off those clothes. That first class, she wore a pair of skin-tight gray sweat shorts that rode up her thighs, perfectly outlining her juicy, heart-shaped ass with a visible cameltoe hinting at her plump pussy lips straining against the fabric, ready to be spread and pounded.

It was the beginning of my sophomore year at college when I met Leah in my English Lit class. I'm not a particularly head-turning type, but I consider myself above average when it comes to looks. I'm 5'9" with a decent build, thanks to lacrosse. I have light brown wavy hair and a pretty good complexion, but I'm no comparison to Abby. From the first time I saw her, the first thought that crossed my mind was, "She's the hottest girl I've ever seen." I know that sounds cliché, but it's totally true.

As the first few days of classes progressed, Leah became the object of my jerk-off fantasies--between classes, at night, in the morning. I couldn't stop. I was sure a girl that hot had to have a boyfriend, but I knew I couldn't go on just jacking off to the thought of her. By our third class, I got the courage to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Bryce. Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

"Hi. Sure."

By this time, I was instantly soaked in sweat.

"I'm Abby, by the way. Is this your first semester?"

"No, I'm a sophomore. What about you?"

"Freshman. Are you an English major too?"

"No, history, but my advisor 'advised' me to take English Lit. You didn't have to take English 101 or 102?"

"No. AP in high school."

I thought to myself, "Wow, she's hot and smart."

"Well, it's nice to sit next to someone who knows what's going on," I said.

She gave a short laugh and smiled at me.

Over the next few weeks, we hung out on and off between classes and on weekends, but nothing really serious. She was on the cheerleading squad, so as football picked up, we saw less of each other. Then, sometime in November, we had a short make-out session after one of her final exams. No touching, a little tongue action, but nothing more. She explained that she had just gotten out of a long-term relationship with her high school boyfriend a few weeks into the semester and that she liked me a lot but didn't want to start too fast. The next day, she left for home for winter break.

Over break, we talked on the phone constantly. She told me all about her hometown, her family, her favorite colors, etc. I learned that she wasn't a virgin--she had lost it to the same boyfriend from high school; he was her first and only guy. She explained that he was a bit much when it came to sex, saying, "He wanted it all the time!" She went on to say that they broke up for a few reasons, but mainly because she knew he wanted to experiment with other girls when he went off to college.

During these conversations, I revealed that I was a virgin and hadn't gone beyond third base with any girl. She said she was surprised but thought it was cute. Eventually, we returned to school. I'll never forget the first day she saw me again. I was walking to my dorm when I heard, "Bryce!" from behind me. I turned to see Leah running toward me, only to jump and hug me. "I've missed you!"

"Hey, I missed you too."

Things continued to go pretty slow. I had lacrosse practice almost every day after classes, and she was taking a swim course as an evening elective since I was busy with practice. Then, finally, it happened.

Leah and I had been dating (officially) for three months. She finally invited me over on a Friday night after practice to watch a movie in her dorm. I was pumped. Right after practice, I showered, shaved, ran back to my dorm room, grabbed my gym bag, and threw some DVDs in it. I threw on sweatpants and a sweatshirt and flew over to her dorm, which was two buildings away. I'd never moved so fast in my life. I knocked on the entrance to her suite; she came right to the door. When it opened, I almost blew a load in my pants.

Leah was wearing light gray yoga pants that clung to her tight figure. She had a yellow T-shirt that gripped her chest pretty well, and her blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails.

"Hi, sorry I didn't feel like getting too dressed up after swimming," she said.

"Oh, it's okay. Me neither."

She laughed. "I can see that." She kissed me on the cheek and turned to walk toward her room. If she had still been looking at me, she would have seen the drool from my mouth as I watched her perfect ass in those yoga pants while she walked.

She walked into her room, and I followed. I'd been in there a few times before, but never at night. There was a pink lamp on her desk that lit most of the room, and cute pillows were scattered throughout. It was a small single room, so there was no fear of a roommate bothering us. She turned to me as I stood in the doorway and said, "Well, what did you bring?"

"Here, take your pick." I handed her my gym bag.

"Oooh, it stinks. It smells like a boys' locker room." She laughed as she crinkled her nose.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I was totally embarrassed.

"It's fine," she smiled. "It's kinda sexy."

*Eventually, she picked *Transformers II.** We put the DVD in, pushed play, turned off the lights, and hopped on her bed. We both lay on our left sides facing the TV, my back toward the wall with her in front of me. I used my left hand to support my head and placed my right on my right leg. She was doing the same for the most part, and there remained six inches of space between us. For the first few minutes of the movie, I stared at her perfect ass, only inches from my groin. Good thing I'd seen the movie a hundred times before.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, she said, "This is so fake," referring to the transforming robot cars.

"Well, I hate to say it, but you picked it," I said.

She turned toward me and said, "Okay, Bryce, we've known each other for like eight months and been going out for like three. Are you gonna make a move beyond kissing me?"

I was dumbfounded, and I think she knew it by the huge smile on her face.

"Uh, sure." I slowly reached for her neck with my right hand and brought her lips to mine. We made out for five or ten minutes when I built up the courage to move my hand down her shoulder to her waist. By this time, our bodies were touching, her pelvis pressed against my groin. As I felt the warmth of her pelvis, I thought to myself, "Good thing you wore boxer briefs," otherwise my hard dick would have been more than noticeable. She moved her hands to my chest, and I moved mine to cup her perfect ass. Since it was the first time I'd actually touched it, I thought I was gonna bust. It was beyond perfect--firm but soft, with the perfect width. Her hands were under my shirt, rubbing my abs.

She sat up. Then I followed. I moved both my hands under her tight T-shirt and lifted it above her head. Her tits were sitting in a cute white yoga bra that seemed one size too small for her perfect tits. She pulled my shirt over my head. We held each other tightly as we locked tongues. I could feel her firm tits against my chest. I rubbed my hands along her tight stomach, moving to the waistband of her yoga pants. I started to slide the tight pants down her legs, revealing tight, lightly tanned thighs and the tight pink-striped panties that covered her pussy. I pulled the pants to her ankles, where I kneeled. She kicked the tight pants to the floor.

She reached to the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them to my ankles. I too kicked them to the floor. She stared at my groin.

"Wow, those look a bit tight. You should take 'em off," she said with a giggle.

"In a bit," I said. I reached for her panties and put my thumbs on each side of her waist. I started to pull them down. As the waistband passed her pussy, I was lucky I didn't cream right there. Her pussy was perfect; she obviously shaved (or was nearly hairless to begin with), and her pussy looked tight to look at--it almost looked as if it were flexing to be tighter. When her panties reached her ankles, she kicked those off too. Now I stared at this gorgeous girl lying under me with perfect tits under a tight white bra. I reached for her bra and pulled it over her head. Both her tits fell with a slight bounce to them. The bra had hidden their true beauty; both had perfect symmetry, high on her chest. Her nipples were massively puffy and had the perfect tint of pink. To top it off, she had a small birthmark just to the left of her sternum on the inside of her right breast.

Now Leah was completely naked in front of me. Her perfect tits, hourglass waist, and tight pussy were waiting for me. I leaned in to kiss her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she panted.

Using my right hand, I rubbed the outside of her pussy. I could feel its tenderness. I placed my index finger at the entrance and rubbed in a circular motion, like I'd seen in the many pornos I'd watched. I started to push my index finger in but met major resistance. I was worried at first, but she had her eyes closed in a look of pleasure. I pushed my finger deeper and felt the tightness of her pussy pull my finger into her.

I thought to myself, "Wow, she is so tight. I can feel it gripping my finger!"

I pushed and pulled, amazed by the tightness I felt around my finger. She moaned.

Finally, she said, "I need you now."

Okay, I thought. I slowly pulled my finger out and reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. Then it occurred to me: "I don't have a condom."

"Uh, Abby. I didn't bring a condom." The mood quickly changed. Her head shot up, and it looked as though she glared at me for a moment.

"I can't believe this. I'm sorry," I said to her.

"It's okay. Um, okay, promise you won't get weirded out?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. What?" I was nervous. Did she not want to have sex? Was I boring her? I was afraid I'd blown my shot to lose my virginity to the hottest girl I'd ever met.

"Okay. Matt left a condom here last time he came to visit me last semester. We didn't do it or anything, but I just remembered that it was here."

Now, I knew Matt was her ex-boyfriend, who I wasn't too thrilled about, but right then, I could have kissed him. On top of that, now I knew that when he'd come by a few times last fall, she hadn't slept with him. So that meant she'd been without sex for nearly 10 months, which was great since I didn't want her to compare my performance with his.

"No, I'm not weirded out. Uh, where are they?"

"They're in the bottom drawer of my desk."

I nearly leapt off the bed and knelt down to the bottom drawer of her desk. I opened it up and searched around for a few seconds. Some stuff I could have done without seeing--mostly girl products--but finally, I felt the unmistakable foil wrapping of what I knew was a condom.

"Did you find it?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," I responded.

It was my lucky day. I'm glad that douche left this condom here for me so I could take over where he couldn't. I looked at the package and noticed that it was different from what I'd seen. It read, "Large, for extended girth and length." Now, I'm not a tiny guy in the dick department--I'm just shy of 6 inches long and just under 5 inches around. I'd tried "normal" condoms on before, and they fit but were somewhat roomy for me, which meant that my thin dick was going to swim in this thing. To make matters worse, Leah had no idea that I was smaller than her ex or that he was hung like a donkey, since he was the only guy she'd ever been with.

"Well, do you have it?" she asked, this time sounding slightly irritated.

"Uh, yeah. I got it right here. I was just checking the expiration date," I lied.

"Okay, well, hurry up. Is it good?"

"Yeah."

I got back on the bed and knelt between her legs.

"Do you want me to try and get it on? I kinda have a hard time since those things are made kinda tight?" she asked sincerely.

I thought, "Oh great."

"No, it's okay. Just lay down and relax." She set her head back down on the pillow. I quickly slid my boxer briefs off and threw them to the floor. I tried to stay low enough so that she couldn't see what I was doing. She looked up for a moment, but I just smiled at her; she smiled back and set her head down. I don't think she saw.

I opened the package and dropped the foil to the floor. I unraveled the condom down the thin shaft of my rock-hard dick; well, it more or less fell down the shaft of my dick. I just couldn't believe my luck. Here I was, about to have sex with the sweetest girl on earth, only to be stuck with her ex's condom that could have fit one and a half of my dicks in it. To make matters worse, she had no idea that her high school ex-boyfriend was pounding her with a huge meat stick that I, her current boyfriend, couldn't compare to.

"Okay. I'm ready," she said.

"Okay." I pulled the condom as tight as I could, but there was extra latex at the base. I just rolled the base around my fingers and held it as I pressed the head of my dick against her tight pussy. She was soaked, but that didn't make things any easier. Luckily, my dick was a bit thicker than my finger, so she should get some pleasure since she nearly had an orgasm on my finger. I pushed a little harder, and she gave a slight moan. I gripped the base of the condom to tighten it and pushed. One inch, two inches, three inches.

"Oh fuck, it feels so good," she said.

I'd never heard her swear before. I pushed in another inch. Wow, she was so tight it felt like a fist around my dick. I thought, "How did her ex even fit in her?" I pushed another inch. I rocked in and out a half-inch or so at a time while she moaned. Finally, I started to push the final inch when I met major resistance.

"Ouch! Easy, you're pushing against my cervix," she said.

Was she serious? I didn't even have all 6 inches in!

"Uh, okay. Sorry."

"It's okay, just be careful. If you go gently, I'll probably cum in a few seconds. I'm right on the edge."

I pulled out a few inches. I wanted to try to long-dick her (with my six-incher). As I pulled out, I noticed the condom didn't follow. I pushed back in, hoping to grab more of the condom, but when I pulled out again, I had even less. "Shit," I thought to myself. "She's so tight her pussy is gripping the condom right off of me." Finally, I pulled my dick all the way out and slowly pulled the condom with it.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Uh, I think the condom broke," I lied.

"Oh, I was so close."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry. Do you have any more?"

"No, that was it."

"Oh." Great, I lost my virginity, but I'm a total dud.

"Well, I know you didn't sleep with anyone else. If we're careful, do you want to try without one?"

YES! I couldn't believe this rollercoaster of a night. I thought, "Bryce, my boy, things are looking up!"

"Uh, sure, if you're okay with that," I said.

"Uh huh. I've never done it without one before, so just be careful."

I tossed the soaked condom to the floor and repositioned my dick at her pussy entrance. Once again, I pushed the slender head of my dick against her pussy and felt it draw my dick in. "Wow, she is so damn tight." I could really feel her gripping my dick. I couldn't believe her ex could ever fit in there. I started to push and pull two to three inches at a time, but the sensation was too great. After about ten thrusts, I could feel my orgasm building. I pushed all six inches in and pounded against her cervix. Leah moaned and said, "I'm gonna cum. Don't stop."

With that, I gave three good thrusts and pulled out. I started dribbling cum all over her sheets and thighs.

"Uh, I'm sorry," I said. "It felt so good."

I looked down at her pussy. It still had that tight look to it.

"Well, I almost came. Not bad for your first try." She smiled at me; her cheeks flushed from the excitement.

"Wow" was all I could say.

We held each other tight that night, naked under the sheets. We missed the movie since we were fooling around most of the night.

Over the next few weeks, we had lots of sex. What was interesting was that she kept asking me for it more than I asked her (which was great). Things were going great, but something changed during the weekend of my lacrosse tournament.

After that night, Leah and I continued to screw almost every day. Her dorm, my dorm--it really didn't matter. The nights we were apart were just as eventful. I couldn't get the image of Matt's oversized condom out of my head. I was embarrassed, but at the same time, I was totally turned on by it. I would imagine her seeing his thing for the first time. In my fantasy, she would be in shock by the size. This was a fantasy, of course. I by no means wanted to see her with another guy, especially one with a meat stick like her ex. Also, I knew that Leah didn't really have any idea that Matt had a meat bat (well, until she met me, I guess, but she never mentioned anything).

Our sex life was great. She would cum consistently about seven minutes into thrusting. I could always hit her cervix with the head of my meager nearly six-incher, which seemed to be enough for her. She was still very tight, literally gripping my dick with every thrust.

As the semester progressed, excitement around the upcoming lacrosse tournament built up. Our team was in second place to a rival school, so it was important that we train hard. And that we did--six days a week, I was at the gym or on the field with my teammates. After practice, I would shower, then get right over to Abby's dorm for a fuck session, then to bed.

One night, we had a team party. It was two days before the tournament, so everyone was really pumped. The weather was unusually warm, so I wore shorts and a polo while Leah wore a pair of shorts that showed off her perfect thighs and firm ass a bit too well. Her top was a white spaghetti strap that pushed her tits a little higher than normal. She was so hot.

The party was normal: beer pong, funnels, and I think I saw a bong floating around. Leah was talking with some friends of hers, and I was on the sidelines of a new game of beer pong. I looked over across the room to see Leah next to a teammate of mine, Rick. Rick was a nice guy, a bit arrogant but nice. He was well built, maybe an inch taller than me but ripped. I just gazed over when I saw him put his arm around her.

I couldn't believe it; she gave a short giggle (not that I could hear it over the noise of the party). Now, I was a pretty jealous guy. I'd seen Rick in the showers many times after practice. He had a hefty soft package--definitely thicker than mine, but not enough for her ex's girthy condom (at least when he's soft). In real life, Rick had the second biggest I'd ever seen. The only other one was on a guy on my high school lacrosse team, Eric. Eric's hung about a half inch longer than Rick's but was slightly thicker, but that's beside the point.

I quickly walked over to them. Rick took his arm off of her, looking embarrassed.

"Hey, Bryce. What's up? Ready for the game?"

"Yeah, dude, you?"

"Definitely. I'll see you later, man. Sorry for leaning on Leah here. I'm a bit wasted--no hard feelings?" He held his hand out.