A thick brunette I had only kissed

I turned. It took me a minute to remember her name, but I had her look memorized. Hourglass figure because her hips were wide enough to give birth at home. Her dark brunette hair, highlighted with lighter streaks from the summer sun, hung to her shoulders. I couldn’t forget this body after a particularly rainy morning when she was wearing rain boots and leggings. I got so distracted driving behind her, I ran the gator over the curb. Because of that Cass would always alert me when she was around saying “Keep your eyes off the giant ass and on the road.” This morning she wore the camp uniform, a t-shirt and khakis shorts, which wasn’t racy, but the way she filled out a pair of shorts could make any man’s dick grow.

I say, “Hey Erin. You heard a rumor that I was back and came running?”

She blushed, “I didn’t literally run. Just a jog.”

Erin was one of the few counselors at camp I hadn’t fucked. She had a rich boyfriend who was summering in Montauk. She had a breakdown after we kissed during spin the bottle. She was afraid it was going to ruin everything—mainly her shot at being a rich housewife.

“How have you been? How’s the boyfriend doing?”

“Umm, not great. We broke up last week.”

“Aww I’m sorry to hear that.” I broke a commandant with that line.

“It’s okay. Honestly we weren’t that compatible anyway.”

“Like you didn’t have the same hobbies or like the same things?”

“No,” she looked around like someone might overhear. “Sexually. I think he had a small dick. He said I had a huge vagina. I’m afraid both might be true.”

From my run through the girls at camp, I knew female anatomy was varied. I could see the discomfort on some girl’s faces before they told me to stop. No matter how turned on and wet I got them, sometimes they were just too small for me. I wouldn’t have described any girl’s vagina as huge though. That was disrespectful.

I knew why she came to the barn: to find out if we were sexually compatible, but from her blushing, I couldn’t say that aloud. Instead I asked, “Would you like to get out of the sun?”

I gestured into the barn. I shut the door behind us after checking out her ass and thick thighs.

She looked around, trying to ignore the disheveled cot. “I always love how this barn is organized. Usually storage sheds are so stressful.”

I thought of the afternoon with Amanda when she was still a woman out of my league and I was a guy too naive to know there were different condom sizes. The way she smiled at my innocence. The memory brought a longing in my heart that hurt.

I shook it off. Distracted myself from my emotions by focusing on the physical.

I brought Erin into an embrace, pushed her up against a support beam, kissed her. She didn’t think it would start so abruptly. She planned on some cute small talk and flirting. I didn’t have patience for that. I made out, squeezed her giant ass.

Her hand felt for my cock. She really wanted to find out if the corn cob rumor was true. When she found it and squeezed, she cried, “Oh wow. That feels way bigger than the picture.”

She took off my shorts and played with my cock, flopping it around until he got too hard to move. She gripped me like a baseball bat. “My boyfriend officially had a shrimp for a dick.”

“It’s not his fault he has a small dick. It is his fault that he’s an asshole.”

She stood up so I could peel off her tight shorts. She wore a thong that was already damp with arousal. I spun her around, bent her over a stored canoe. Pulling her thong to the side, I figured her, listened to her moan, waited for her to beg for it.

“Please fuck me. I want it. I need it. Please. Make me forget that rich asshole.”

I lined myself behind her. Pushed right in. She howled, “Oh my god, yes!”

She finally felt a cock inside her.

No cries or grimaces of “You’re big”, no half and hour of warming up just to get half my dick in. She took it all and easily. Warm and slick. My dick was in a waterpark, and was having fun.

I gave it to her hard, and deep. She loved it. I smacked and clapped her ass like I dreamed about every time I saw her.

“You feel so good.” She spun and pushed me down into the dirt. Mounted me. I gripped one thick thigh and rubbed her clit with my other hand. She bounced on my cock, raising up until she had almost popped off then slammed back down.

She was laughing. Which made me laugh.

Her cheeks clapped down on my thighs like a thunderstorm. I couldn’t last any longer. I finally did the polite and smart thing. I warned her, “I’m going to cum.”

She hopped off me quickly, then used two hands to drain my cum onto my abs. She looked down at my cock, “This was the perfect size for me. I think I do have a huge vagina.”

“You have an amazing pussy. That was great.”

Bull cock, cow pussy. We were set for the long term. She wouldn’t ever complain about being too sore for sex.

She pull back on her shorts. “So you’re gonna be living in the barn? Mind if I visit you again?”

“Visit me anytime. That was a lot of fun.”

She smiled and kissed me, “It was.” She squeezed my cock. “I think I just became a size queen.”

The roar of the gator came through the windows as it made its way up the hill to the barn.

Oh shit. Cass.

“You gotta hide.”