T'was the night before Christmas and all through my pussy...

It was Christmas eve, 1992. I was in grad school and between boyfriends. Every now and then I would encounter this nice young man in the library. It started with smiles, then small talk. I could tell he was shy, and he was very cute. He cut such a nice figure in his jeans and leather jacket. He had one of those strong chins that you can't buy from the plastic surgeon.

So I didn't go home that year, and I was kind of feeling sorry for myself. I stopped by a bookstore and was browsing through the poetry section...and there was my young man. The store was emptying out but we lingered, talking. I could tell he was attracted to me, too. But he wouldn't make a move.

I just kept edging closer as we talked, and soon we were right against each other. I raised my head to his and he kissed me. It was tentative. I grabbed his collar and pulled him to me for a longer kiss...tongues wrestled...he had the sweetest breath. He opened my parka and caressed my breasts, ran his hands inside my denim-encased thighs. Pushing my pelvis against him I could feel his erection. We continued making out until the owner, an old hippie, told us to "get a room."

Back at my apartment, we left the proverbial trail of clothes to my bed. He was indeed an Adonis, but still so shy. I just laid him down, grabbed that cock sticking up like a thick fuck-me flagpole and slid him inside. I was already so wet. We kept kissing madly. I rode him only a few times before he gave a loud moan and bucked hard against me.

He started apologizing but I just kissed him, brushed back his hair and still riding. I could feel his semen tricking out with each stroke. My clit found the hard spot on his pelvis and I just kept going, his softening cock still in me, until my orgasms overtook him. I think my screaming scared him at first.

Yes, he was a virgin. Later I made us dinner, we shared a bottle of wine and our life stories, and we fucked all night long in every position. It wasn't long before he was fucking me doggy for what seemed like an hour, jus like an experienced stud. In the morning, a fresh blanket of snow had fallen.

Foot-long

After twenty years of being sexually active, it was bound to happen.

I met Chad at Politics & Prose, the great independent bookstore in D.C. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with a classically handsome face. I'd seen him before, and the second time we started talking. We continued the talk over a drink. I let him ask me out.

He's 18 and a student. Me? I work for the government. "Really, what department?" The Department of Justice. "Really, do you do?" I change the subject. He's rare for that age cohort: he can talk about books and ideas, wants to know about me. It's not about sports. Anyway...I was attracted to him, but 18? That's old enough to be my son. Scary. He wants to know if I've had children (no). I let him ask me out twice more. On that second date, we went to my place and made out. I let him take off my blouse and suck my nipples...taught him to suck hard. Then I stopped it. I didn't even feel his crotch. I was still ambivalent.

After the third date, we went to my place and started kissing again. This time he really had me going with the kissing, neck kissing and nibbling and working on my breasts. He really had me going. He slipped off my jeans and my panties. Spent a long time kissing my feet, sucking my toes, kissing up the inside of each leg (nice moves for a young man...for any man). About ten seconds into him putting his tongue on my clit, I had a mammoth, screaming orgasm. We hadn't even gotten beyond my cushy living room sofa.

I was still shaking and whimpering as I led him into the bedroom and started to undress him. His slacks and boxers came down together with one firm yank.

He had the biggest cock I've ever seen.

"It's almost twelve inches," he said simply. And he wasn't exaggerating. It was very hard but hung down at an angle by its sheer size as I stroked it and gulped inside. The biggest I had ever taken all the way in was eight inches. I sat on the bed and licked it, shaft to head, cupping those young, tight, sperm-filled balls. He was breathing heavily and moaning. His head was large and prominent, the shaft average. The length...amazing. And, contrary to stereotypes, he's white.

I lay back on the bed, drenching wet inside, but unsure I could handle him. I pulled him on top and gently guided his cock into me. His cockhead made me gasp. Thank God, unlike the men I fucked in college, he didn't try to immediately ram inside me. Slowly, I let him enter me, holding my hands against his stomach. He propped himself on his arms, an angelic smile on his face. OMG, it felt good. I was very filled up, but looking down, he had a good four or five inches still on the outside. This is one of the visual things that really turns me on -- watching a cock go in and out of my pussy. He fucked me at a slow rhythm, and I was seeing this huge shaft go in and out. I tilted my pelvis and raised me legs to take more of him. But when he his my cervix, he could tell from the look on my face. Then it was great...felt it everywhere inside me, felt so filled up. Unlike anything before. He gave me a great fucking and I moaned and came again, then he moaned and pumped all that young come inside me.

Afterward, he told me he had been with only one other woman. Sharon was 40, had had three kids, and loved his size. But she also taught him some moves, including how to fuck smaller women. Go, Sharon. We fucked three more times that night, including me on top riding him from a squatting position which gave me control over how much of him I took in, and doggy. I forget how many times I came. I also can't remember the last time I had so much sperm inside me. Well...actually, I can, but that's another story.