There was a mix-up with part of my dissertation, and I spent all day in the library sorting out some references to ensure they were correct. When I got home at 5.00 pm, there was a note under my door telling me who my visitor would be that night. It was Jack. My heart sank a little. Of all the boys upstairs, Jack was my least favourite; he was the one I wouldn’t ever choose to be with under normal circumstances. Some would say he was the best-looking; he was short and fair with floppy, wavy hair. He had a good body, too, with a peachy little bum. It wasn’t about his looks, though; there was something about his arrogance that I didn’t like.
He once said in front of me, “I am an alpha male.” I laughed as I always think that if someone says that, they aren’t.
It was also Jack that started this. It was his idea. He did say that I was in charge, though, and that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I was nervous; I’m not sure if he was just saying what he thought the other boys expected him to say. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Jack would be the one to push the boundaries, and he would want more of me than I was possibly prepared to give.
The knock at the door came at seven. Typical of Jack, it was a blunt wrap at the door. I opened the door and he smirked; even though he wasn’t bad-looking, that smirk just turned me off.
“All right, gorgeous? I’ve been watching the clock all day. I couldn’t wait. I bet you’ve been the same, haven’t you? Juiced up all day for your first real man of the week.”
“I’m not discussing any of you with each other. You know that,” I snapped.
“OK, don’t get your knickers in a twist. Just take them off for me.”
I just stood staring at him.
“Please,” he said.
I pulled my dress off and stood in my bra and pants.
“Yum,” he said, “Smashing tits.” I cringed but took off my bra and slipped my knickers off.
“You are beautiful, once you are stripped,” he said. “You are a real treat and now it’s your turn for a treat.”
Jack kicked his trainers off and removed his socks. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his defined chest and trim stomach slowly. He was trying to turn me on. He pulled down his jeans and briefs in one go; as he stepped out of them, I saw the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was swinging between his legs as he kicked his trousers into the corner. Soft, it was larger than the average erect cock and it was already starting to get bigger. I was fascinated as I watched it rise. It must have been about nine inches long but looked more like eleven on his tiny frame.
“Not little Jack now, am I? Nine-and-a-half inches of solid man muscle,” he grinned. “In case you were wondering.”
I realised then that I had just learnt the reason for his arrogance, the big-dicked bastard. Years of post-puberty posing in the sports hall changing room had inflated his ego. I frowned.
“Don’t worry; you’ll be able to take it easily eventually. You’ll find you like something big.”
He stepped forward and arranged the pillows on my bed. I thought he was going to place them under my bottom before he went down on me. I realised that I was going to need a lot of stimulation to be able to accommodate little Jack’s big log. However, I soon learned that foreplay was not in Jack’s repertoire. Somewhere along the line, Jack had decided that when you were as blessed as him, you didn’t need foreplay.
“You can suck me off next time if you want. I can see your mouth watering. I just want to get my dick wet today. Doggy style is my favourite, so that’s what we’ll do.”
“You have to wear a condom,” I said hurriedly, “and I’m not ready. I’m not wet.”
“You will be, don’t worry. Anyway, I’ve got this,” he said as he pulled out some lube, “I find most girls need us both to be fully lubed up before they can accommodate this,” he laughed, waggling his mammoth cock at me.
I watched him as he squirted some lube on his hand and rubbed it back and forth wanking himself. I’d never seen a boy do that and despite myself, I was fascinated and started to feel a little more turned on. He threw me the lube; I thought he might want to do it for me, to touch and finger me a little, but apparently not. I started to apply the lube. I closed my eyes, and I must admit that Marc’s face popped into my head, and kept them closed as I rubbed my fingers lightly over my clit before inserting first one, then two fingers inside me. It was just starting to get good when Jack brought me out of my trance.
“Fucking hell. You’re a sexy bitch; no wonder those two sad sods have been smiling from ear to ear since they visited you.”
With that, he rolled me onto the pillows, my breasts squashing onto the bed, and without warning, inserted himself full length into my poor pussy. Lubed up or not, it hurt. I’d never had anything as big before and I cried out in pain, not pleasure.
“That’s the worst of it over,” Jack grunted above me. “I find it’s best just to take it all in at once, a bit like a virgin as I’m reaching untouched parts.”
He wasn’t wrong. He was reaching new territory within me. It’s hard to describe. I was a young, healthy woman with a fit young guy with his big cock pistoning in and out of me. There was some pleasure, some response. His speed was stimulating me, but he had no finesse. He was using me as a sex doll and a living sleeve for his cock. It was all about him and there was nothing about me. Despite that, I couldn’t help but respond in some way, on some level.
Despite all this fuss about big dicks, I realised I wasn’t a size queen. It really was what you did with it, rather than anything else. I thought of Marc. His cock was perfect. A little above average and just enough girth. He was the perfect fit. I smiled as I thought of him. That, coupled with Jack’s ever more frantic pounding above me, made me feel my orgasm building. Just as soon as it began, it stopped as Jack roared in orgasm and pulled out of me.
“I’ll get you some paper towels to clean up,” he said.
I had thought that he would wipe me clean. But no, he just passed me the paper towel. He wandered off into the bathroom. When he returned, he had his briefs back on. I was lying in the bed, covered by the sheet. For the first time since this began, I felt dirty and used.
Jack grinned, “All a bit too much for you, was it? I’ll go easy on you, as it’s our first time. I know I’m a lot to handle,” he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Next time I want to suck on those big tits, I’m sad I didn’t get to play with them today. They are amazing.”
With that, he put his jeans on and wandered upstairs, clutching his other clothes. Returning to the other boys as a conquering hero, I suppose.
I went to the bathroom and showered. Afterward, I wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at myself. I had agreed to this. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t as awful as it could be. I already felt sore, though; well-endowed men should learn to be gentle. I looked at myself again.
“It will be all right,” I whispered to my reflection.
At 10:00 pm, I wandered down to the basement with some rubbish for the bins in the yard. The security light came on, and I heard the door behind me open; there stood Marc.
“I heard your door open. I was waiting on the stairs. I wanted to see if you were OK.”
That simple kindness was too much for me, and I came undone, bursting into tears. He took me in his arms, and I sobbed on his shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I can’t deal with this. I was okay until tonight. I feel dirty like I’ve let myself down.”
“He didn’t hurt you, did he? I’ll kill him if he has.”
“No, not intentionally, though I am sore,” I admitted, unable to meet his gaze.
“Oh, that famous big rod of his that he constantly talks about and flashes to us. You won’t be too interested in any of us now that you’ve sampled that,” he said sadly.
I looked at his face, “I said I wouldn’t talk about each other to you all. I don’t want to be some competition for you, to outdo each other. I’ll make an exception to that rule, though – no one and I mean no one, has ever made me feel as good as you did on Tuesday night. There is no competition; you’re the best. Tonight, I had to close my eyes and -” I stopped myself as I’d said too much.
“And what?” he demanded.
“And think of you just to get through it,” I blurted out, unable to meet his gaze again.
He smiled then, “Can I come in and keep your company for a bit? Not in that way,” he quickly said, “Just for a chat.”
“I’d like that,” I smiled. We had hot chocolate as we chatted. I felt so relaxed with him. As he left, he turned to me and said,
“If I could fix it so you didn’t have to see Jack again in that way, what would you say?”
“I’d say yes, but it wouldn’t be fair. I don’t want you to fall out with your friend on my account.”
“Jack is no friend of mine, trust me; leave it with me.”
With that. He was gone and I slept better than I thought was possible.
Chapter Four is coming soon: Fraser admits his fears.
