The Young and the Restless Ch. 02

In the first chapter, I met Eve, a pretty blonde, and started dating her. Our sex life was mostly very good. I appreciated her more than my former girlfriends and gave her an overall score of 9.0 on a scale of 1.0 being the worst and 10 being flawless. Unfortunately, her mother, who lived abroad, suffered a stroke, and Eve left to take care of her. She suggested I meet Dawn, her good friend.

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The following evening, at 8 pm, we heard a soft knock on the door. Eve opened it and hugged her friend. She pulled her hand and approached me, "Dawn, this is the person I mentioned to you before. He may be ugly, bad-tempered, and antisocial, but I am sure he has some good qualities I am unaware of. Nicky, this is Dawn. Unlike you, she is a good person, a friend, and I trust her 100%."

I smiled, extended my hand to Dawn, and said, "After Eve's positive remarks about me, I have no doubts you wish to leave. May I pour you a glass of wine before you do that?"

Dawn grinned, "Eve said many good things about you before. I think now she has second thoughts about letting me see you in person, so she decided to undermine you. She is too late."

"Dawn, before you showed up, Eve said you were pretty, and for a change, she was right. You really are. If I had seen you when I started courting Eve, no doubt I would have chosen you instead..."

Eve giggled, "Children, now that we introduced ourselves, let's sit in the living room. Nicky, be a gentleman and open the bottle of Chardonnay I left in the fridge. Dawn, coffee? Tea? Anything else?"

"No, thank you. Nick, tell me a little about yourself - Work, hobbies, physical activities."

"Well... I am an architect, and my current hobbies include tennis and... Eve. What about you?"

"I am 25. I love to read novels, watch foreign films, eat seafood, and chat with my friends, especially Eve."

"We have some common interests: Seafood and Eve. It may not be enough, but it's a good start. I'd like to know more about you, but Eve is eavesdropping."

Both girls chuckled, and Eve blurted, "Instead of thanking me for introducing him to the prettiest girl I've ever seen, he is complaining. What a jerk. Dawn darling, he is not worth your time. Go meet a real man instead."

Dawn grinned, "I got a wonderful compliment from a much prettier lady than me. And Eve, stop harassing your boyfriend; I know you love him."

Eve mumbled, "Dream on my friend. I would never leave him if I loved him. Actually, I faked it for too long, and I'll be happy to dump him on you."

Dawn glanced at me, "Nick, how could you tolerate the abuse for such a long time?"

"Because I am actually an angel. God sent me to earth to teach Eve some manners. My due date is in 6 months. I'll have to admit to god I failed miserably..."

We continued chatting and bantering while sipping the white wine, and soon the bottle emptied.

When Dawn and Eve discussed some shopping they did together, I was free to ogle Dawn. Eve was right; Dawn's face was beautiful and displayed calmness. Her laugh was contagious. I recalled Eve mentioning Dawn had one up and one down on her. I thought I knew the one up: Dawn's chest was massive and protruded forward proudly above her thin waist. Yes, I always was a titman and loved huge breasts. I wondered what the drawback was. I couldn't see anything I didn't like, yet.

After the first half an hour together, I was less skeptical about meeting Dawn again and said, "Dawn, I hardly know you, but in the little time you were here, I realized you are a much better person than my current girlfriend. Can we meet at the nearest Starbucks and talk about her behind her back a day after Eve leaves America?"

Dawn chortled, "I like you too. But if the reason for meeting me is trying to talk about Eve's bad character, we'll need a quieter place and much more time."

I approached Eve, kissed her lips gently, and asked, "Is this what you really wanted?..."

She grinned, "Honey, it hurts a lot, but you deserve a good life. We'll stay in touch, and when the time comes, I'll be back. By then, you may be married with children, but if that's what God wants, I can't fight him."

Eve flew to Sweden 2 days later. I took her to the airport. She cried like a baby. I held tight and pretended to be strong, but it was very hard - Eve and I shared a good, stable life together, which wasn't often the case with other couples.

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The following afternoon, Dawn and I met at Starbucks. She dressed casually. Her pretty face and huge bosom were difficult to miss. We talked mostly about her friendship with Eve and the other 2 girls. Dawn sounded serious when she mentioned Eve would be missed. She was the most lively among her three friends. Our talk seemed more serious than the one we had at home. I liked Dawn's tone of voice, her mature demeanor, and her lack of cynicism when talking about others. I determined Dawn was a good and worthy person. Later, when we discussed exercises and sports, she joked and showed a good sense of humor. She was really likable! When we separated, I kissed her cheek and told her I would like to meet her again. I gave her my phone number and blurted, "Dawn, I hate to be pushy. I let you decide what you want. If you care to see me again, call or text me. I'll be happy to join you for a stroll in the park, a dinner in a seafood restaurant, or a French film in the Landmark Theater."

I arrived home half an hour later. Within 5 minutes, I got a text, 'I estimated by now you'd be home. Yes, I would love to meet you for a movie.' I smiled but immediately after felt guilty; Eve barely left, and I was already focusing on another girl.

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The movie we saw was a French drama about a married older couple with young children who looked for trouble everywhere, from demonstrations against the government to using violence and drugs. The director did a good job, and the actors were OK, but the subject was not my cup of tea. As a result, rather than concentrating on the screen, my eyes shifted frequently to Dawn's generous chest.

Initially, Dawn focused on the movie but she too did not find the topic interesting, and the violence repelled her even more. She turned to me and realized where my eyes were directed. She giggled, "You men are all alike. I bet you'll have the most interesting movie ever; your eyes will still find the time to stare at my breasts."

I apologized, "Dawn, I am sorry if I offended you. Usually, I like watching French movies, but this one is too dark for me. Watching a not-so-attractive film with a very attractive girl by my side, my brain could not resist..."

She laughed, "Nick, I do not blame you. In fact, Eve told me already that your weakness is big boobs, so I was ready. As a woman, I do not get it, so perhaps you can enlighten me. Why do so many men find bigger chunks of fat on a woman's chest more appealing than the same amount of fat on her tummy?"

"Lady, our hormones work in mysterious ways. People smarter than me tried to explain it through evolution, but I am no expert. I guess god made men that way. Yes, men's brains may not be easily understood sometimes, but women's brains are also complicated. For example, when a woman is unhappy about something, and her mate asks how she is doing, often the answer is 'fine' in a tone suggesting that her mood is anything but fine."

She smiled, "Neither of us find the movie to our liking. Let's leave and go anywhere you wish. We can continue our philosophical debate about the sexes or do something else."

We ended up in a nearby small park with a lovely small lake and watched the playing ducks. We talked less. Occasionally, my eyes drifted again to Dawn's bosom. She noticed it and sighed, "Nicky, it's very hard for me to sit with you, knowing whatever subject we talk about, your mind will still be fixed on what I have under my blouse."

I blushed, "I am not sure how to answer other than the word 'hard' describes my situation too."

She stared at my face, noticed my blush, and her eyes moved to my groin. Her eyes widened, and she whispered, "I think it's time to go to your place."

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In my house, I offered Dawn something to drink. She winked at me and smirked, "Nicky, we both know why we are here. I admit I wanted to feel you the first time Eve showed us your picture in a Speedo. At the time, you belonged to her, so I politely commented that you had an athletic body. The same night, I dreamt about you. I am embarrassed to tell you the details, but I may share them with you some time later. Your hungry eyes, constantly piercing my body, aroused me too. Let's skip the niceties and do what we want. Afterward, we can discuss everything else.

She undressed slowly, eyeing me the whole time. When she stood before me with tiny panties and a huge-cups soft bra, my pole was at its maximum length, trying hard to climb above my belt. My tent was big and achy.

Dawn glared at my pants and murmured, "It will be better if you remove them. Your monster may get hurt attempting to free itself."

The lady was right. I took off my shirt and pants and remained with only my briefs. It may have saved my cock from breaking, but about half my extended rod was now exposed above my waistband.

She grinned, "In the picture, your package looked impressive despite being deflated. Eve told us you were blessed, and the photo didn't do justice. She once tried to describe an especially pleasurable encounter you two had. One of my friends masturbated during the description. I didn't, but later at night, I had another wet dream about us being together. I recall that during my climax, Eve appeared. I was terrified she'd kill us, yet she smiled, gave us some tips, and later joined us. I woke up sweaty, went to the shower, and masturbated there..."

Dawn's low tone, seductive voice made me hornier, "Lady, do you need help removing your breasts shield?"

She grinned, "It will be nice."

I moved behind her back and, with trembling fingers, unclasped the bra. Her giant melons jerked forward with the taut nipples shiny like large cherries.

I gently turned her toward me, ogling the most perfect tits I've ever seen. Not even in dirty magazines did I observe such beauties. Imagine Kate Upton's breasts with a lesser sag! I was in awe, thinking about the old scoring system. I wished there was an option for a higher number than 10!...

Dawn watched my eyes and smiled, "Nicky, you can touch." I hesitated momentarily and felt her small palm caressing the visible part of my prick. I cupped her orbs and lifted them slightly. They were heavy, firm, and smooth. I kissed a nipple, savoring its sweetness. Dawn moaned and mumbled, "Please, let me feel you inside me. Can it be as good as in my dream?"

I whispered, "Girl, I am very horny. Your body is just too sexy. I don't know if I can hold myself for long."

"Start slowly. My prior boyfriends had smaller penises, and my hunch is that my vagina will struggle accepting such a large guest. But later, when my vagina accommodated you, do whatever you wish."

I knelt between her shapely thighs and inspected her cunt. It was shaved, exposing plump, pink, moist labia. I was tempted to lick her juices, but she guessed it and blurted, "Please don't. Just fuck me. I want our first time to be a real orgasm. After we immerse ourselves in each other, we can explore other things."

I aimed my pecker into her snatch and began invading her castle. I was not exaggerating: Dawn wanted me inside her body, but her pussy was the narrowest I've ever met. Imagine trying to penetrate a perforated hymen that is not just the width of a membrane but narrow along her vagina... As I advanced gingerly, my organ was pleading with me to let it cum. I resisted the best I could, trying to think about a colleague of mine I hated and then about the list of food items I was supposed to buy... Eventually, I was all in. It felt like it took a full year. I started pounding her pussy, feeling her cunt walls slowly giving in and adjusting to my girth. As I reached her womb, Dawn began whimpering and mumbled, "You are so big; I hope to be still alive when you are done, but it feels fantastic."

My cock gradually was able to slide more easily inside her, and I accelerated my strokes. Suddenly, Dawn stopped moving, stretched upward, and her body shook from head to toe. Her whimpers turned to screams, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her shaking diminished, and her body became limp under my body.

Her rapid breathing and over 100 per minute pulse told me she was alive, even though her mind was floating somewhere else.

My own climax was fast approaching. The last straw was seeing her massive tits jiggling wildly before my eyes. I erupted deep inside her, drowning her with billions of sperms. When I was finished, I slowed down and, a short time later, rolled over on my back.

I waited patiently for Dawn to wake up, watching her enormous boobs moving up and down to the rhythm of her breath. I stared at the breathtaking body and wondered how lucky I was to have such a perfect figure on my bed.

Dawn's eyes stayed shut for a long time, but slowly, I noticed a smile creeping onto her face. She whispered, "Eve wasn't lying. You really are a sexpert..."

I kissed her lips softly and whispered back, "Your impressive body makes everything easier. In fact, the only difficulty I had was delaying my orgasm for as long as I could. My prick was too happy to conquer your pussy. The moment it was in, it wanted to declare victory and shoot its stuff immediately..."

Her face grinned, "Thank you for the compliment. Let me take a short shower. I'll be back in a jiffy."

The jiffy lasted 30 minutes. She exited the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her body. She lifted her hands to extend her body, saying, "The shower was AMAZING!..." Before ending the sentence, the towel opened at the front and slipped down on the carpet.

She looked at me and smirked, "Oopsy, I think your towel is as naughty as you. What is a girl supposed to do when everything around here conspires against her?"

I played innocent, "I wouldn't trust my stuff. My suggestion is whenever you're here, take off your clothes and save yourself the embarrassment of losing them when you are least ready."

"Nicky, for somebody who has known me for such a short time, you definitely have perverted ideas about how a lady should dress while not at her own home."

"I agree with you on that one. So my recommendation is to have a month's trial of cohabitating. That way, you'll be able to stay naked, I won't feel guilty sneaking peeks at your treasures, and at least one of us will be happy."

She laughed loudly, "And what are you going to wear?"

"If you ask nicely, I may agree to walk in the nude, too, although I don't think it will be fair."

"Why?"

"Because watching your heavenly body with your bouncing tits, I'll be hard all the time. You'll see me in my vulnerable state and demand all kinds of concessions. Unlike me, if you are naked and your cunt is not fully exposed to me, I won't know when you are horny."

"Well, honey, I think it's a bad idea to fight before we start living together. I have a suggestion: The guest will decide how we'll dress up. Or down..."

"I remember Eve told me you were a nice girl. I see you are bossing me around already."

"Nicky, admit it - You love it!"

"The truth: I love your sharp tongue, but I'll never admit it!"

"Good boy. You deserve a reward. Now lay on the bed and spread your legs wide."

"Are you going to rape me?"

"Yes, I am. With my mouth."

"I dare you!"

Seconds later, I was supine with my head on a large pillow and my legs apart, waiting for oral pleasure. The mere suggestion of a BJ and her swaying breasts moving side to side like a hypnotizing metronome, my cock rose to half-mast before Dawn even touched it.

She inspected it up close and whispered, "Sir, I'd love to do it, but your tool is ginormous. I'll try my best, but I am unsure I can take it." I stayed quiet, waiting to feel her.

She licked the top, kissed it lightly, and murmured, "Buddy, you danced very well in my pussy. You deserve a bonus but are much bigger than my small mouth."

Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and wrapped her lips around the mushroomed head. She milked it gently and tried to move her lips forward on it. After 3", she began gagging and choking. She retreated, and I saw tears in her eyes.

She whispered, "I tried, but I can't." I caressed her hair and said, "That's OK. It's only the first time. I am sure you'll get the hang of it, just like Eve did." Dawn tried again but stopped after 2.5", gagging loudly.

She gazed at me and blurted, "Did other girls blow you as good as Eve?"

"No girl came even close to Eve."

Dawn chuckled, "Eve never bothered telling you how come her oral job was so excellent, did she?"

"She did not. Is there anything I should have known?"

"Eve was always an adventurous girl. The story goes that she had a bet with Linda. She claimed to be able to eat 10 hotdogs without vomiting in a single session. She won. Later, she entered 6 or 7 hotdog eating contests. She won 3 of them. She said the trick was to stop eating 24 hours earlier and, rather than munch on them, swallow almost whole the first ones. I met her in one of these contests. She stopped participating in them because she started to gain weight."

I smiled, "She never mentioned that, even when I wondered how she acquired her rare skill."

"She may have been embarrassed to tell you. The serious question is, what do we do now? I have never met a guy who didn't like his penis sucked. I have done a decent job on my former boyfriends, but their cocks were much smaller than yours. The way your tool plowed into me was divine. The best climax ever! But I'd hate to let you down with my mouth."

I calmed her down and told her we'd come up with answers. After accompanying her home, I googled instructional material about blow jobs. I found a few articles explaining the theory but nothing about how to deal with a very large cock. Subsequently, I searched in Literotica. I found an article I was impressed with: Deepthroating 101 by Brittni4u. Based on her recommendation, I also checked Heather Brooke's instructional video on Pornhub and liked her approach.

The next day, I met Dawn in my house again. She seduced me, and we ended up on the rug with her riding me in a cowgirl position. We both enjoyed it very much. We chatted about silly things but never discussed the elephant in the room: Blow job. Before she left, I inserted a note into her pocket, suggesting to check Brittni4u and Heather Brooke.

The following afternoon, I saw Dawn again, and we went to a Greek restaurant. We drank too much Ouzo, returned to my house, and I fucked her doggy style on the couch. Neither she nor I mentioned BJ or the note I left for her.

In the next month, we met almost every day. The subject of a blow job was never raised. I titfucked her and enjoyed it immensely. Another time I ate her pussy, causing her to climax 3 times in a row. Toward the end of the month, she invited me to use her anally. It was apparent Dawn was trying the best she could to compensate for her inability to please me orally. To her credit, every other sexual position was as good as I ever had with Eve.

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My birthday was around the corner. A week before the big event, Dawn asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I laughed, "A red Ferrari. However, I'll compromise on a nice chocolate cake with a beer, followed by fucking the sexiest lady on the planet."

She smiled strangely and said, "You get the chocolate cake and beer. The fucking you'll get only if you let me decide what the foreplay will be."

"OK, boss. It will be your show."