Dirty Erotic Oneshots

But Sandra had made more of a confession than a request. She was a slut for muscle. 

"Go ahead and touch it, babe," he finally told her. "Don't be shy." Lance hadn't judged her. Sandra reached out to his arm and squeezed the peaked bicep in one hand. It felt like a boulder. She brought over her other hand to encompass its full mass. 

"Incredible," Sandra whispered to herself in a voice so low that not even Lance heard it. "How is this possible?" 

Lance heard her question. 

"Cause I lift weights every day. I can bench 400 pounds." 

"Why do you work out?" she asked curiously. 

"Dunno," he smiled. "It gives me something to do when I'm not banging chicks." 

Sandra's expression soured after the last comment so Lance changed the subject. 

"Check this out," crowed the teen hunk. He knelt in front of Sandra and thrust his chest in her face. She stared into the deep canyon between his hard, massive pecs. Lance flexed his chest, causing the slabs of muscle to grow even larger. "Touch them," he murmured. "I know you want to." Sandra laid her palms on his pectorals. The slabs of muscle rose and fell in her grasp. But, more notably, his nipples became erect. Her touch excited him.  c o n s e n s u a l ( iv )

Lance slowly un-flexed his chest but his act had just begun. He was a master of muscle control and had perfected the art of the pec dance. He relaxed and contracted his pecs, causing them to twitch and bounce as if the muscles had a mind of their own. Then the teen tensed up his chest and caused the breastplate of muscle to ripple in little waves. Sandra actually could feel the striations of his muscle fibers move beneath her hands. 

"You know," she began with just the hint of a flirtatious smile. "This is sort of ridiculous." 

"You mean, 'ridiculously sexy,'" he countered. 

Lance wasn't wrong. His parlor trick might have been cheesy but it turned her on. 

"Now for the grand finale," he announced, scooting back from Sandra. "You're gonna love this." 

Still on his knees, Lance closed his eyes and took a long deep breath. As he exhaled, his chiseled abs tensed and his limp dong lurched upward before falling against his thighs with a meaty slap. The teen stud slowly inhaled another lungful of air, his expression demonstrating absolute focus. Lance contracted his pelvic floor, pumping blood into his organ. His prick leapt higher this time. It did not fall back to his knees but stood under its own weight, wavering at a quarter-mast. 

Lance repeated the process, slowly ratcheting his tool upward. With each breath, he grew longer and thicker. The size intimidated Sandra yet his calm demeanor neutralized her fears. Lance had lost his usual smug attitude. He almost seemed meditative. 

Lance opened his eyes. Neither of them spoke. It wasn't necessary. The moment had arrived. Taking the initiative, Sandra went to the glove compartment and took out an unopened box of Magnum XL condoms. She pulled out the strip of rubbers and opened one of the wrappers. 

Though Sandra had thought a lot about intercourse with him, she had no idea about how to suit up his erection. The process began smoothly. Grabbing the base of his prong in one hand, her other stretched the rim of the rubber over his fat knob. It barely fit. She then tried to roll the condom down his shaft. No go. He was simply too thick. As she struggled, his boner lurched upward again with a fresh surge of blood and split open the latex. Fuck. 

"Let me do it," Lance told her quietly. He tore open another wrapper and sheathed himself in one smooth motion. Sandra noted how quickly and easily Lance suited up. The playboy definitely knew what he was doing. Though she maintained a defiant attitude, his hedonistic expertise intimidated her. The ladykiller would compare her to other women he had slept with. At the same time, his wealth of experience got her hot. There would be no adolescent fumbling with a guy like him. 

The fox lied back on the mattress and spread her legs. Lance climbed between her thighs and lined up his rock hard python with the Sandra's wet slit. Her spine tingled with a frisson of excitement. His body oozed testosterone. Yet Sandra felt strangely in her element. She had become Red Sonja to his Conan. 

Lance leaned down and gave her a long and tender kiss. As they made out, he slowly ground his the underside of his erection against her moist gash, exerting a delicious pressure against her clit. "Fuck me," she whispered under her breath as they broke their kiss. 

The teenage rakehell knelt up between her legs. He playfully slapped his fuck club against her pussy. Each smack packed much more force than she expected. As if sizing her up, he laid his fuck club along the length of her lower abdomen. His fist-sized knob reached way, way past her navel. Where would he put it all? 

Sandra could not help but feel a bit anxious at that moment. The buxom bombshell lay on her back, legs spread as wide as she could manage as the rakish brute loomed over her, his visage chiseled with an expression of absolute concentration, his torso flaring wide like the hood of a cobra, perfectly defined from his jutting pecs to the eight-pack abs that led to the ten-inch pussy magnet which sprang out of his loins. 

Lance looked simply incredible. He was an X-rated version of Conan with his comic book physique and obscenely large phallus. Sandra had no doubt the alpha stud would fuck her to an inch of her life. The normally guarded female felt oddly aroused by her vulnerability. The size queen finally found a man worthy of claiming her. 

The teen hunk pushed his hips forward, the tip of his fuck spear nosing into her labia. She literally quivered with anticipation. With another gentle thrust, Lance wedged his cockhead into the jaws of her snatch. His abs tensed up into blocks of granite as he bore down on Sandra, prying his lover open bit by bit, until his big knob popped inside of her quinny. Sandra could not help but gasp aloud. He was way, way bigger than any guy she had before. Her pussy had never been stretched like this. 

"Relax, babe," Lance whispered in her ear. "We're gonna take this really slow. This ain't about me. It's about you." 

"Isn't about me," she corrected him. "Ain't is not a word." 

They both laughed a bit before he pushed in a few more inches. Sandra began to quiver again. Her clit throbbed and her nipples grew stiff. She was already on the verge of coming. Lance sensed her excitement. His lover jammed her eyes shut and slowly breathed in and out. Her vaginal walls twitched rhythmically for a couple beats as a wavelet of pleasure radiated from her loins and washed over her body. Lance kept still until she opened her eyes. 

"You like that?" he beamed. She nodded weakly from her minor orgasm. "Good. You're going to be doing a lot of that tonight." His words felt more like a statement of fact than a boast. 

"More," she whispered under her breath. "I want it." Sandra flinched at the tone of desperation in her voice. She could no longer conceal her burning urge. Lance shoved in another two inches. He went deeper than any partner had ever gone before, touching forbidden places that remained out-of-reach to other guys. Sandra felt like she was losing a second virginity to him, as though everything the ingénue experienced so far in her love life had been a mere prelude to what would happen tonight. 

Sandra lightly squeezed her walls against his shaft. His pole felt like a bar of steel. Lance wasn't just huge. He was hard. She ventured a firmer squeeze. His unyielding erection didn't budge in the slightest. Sandra clamped down on him with all her strength. She performed Kegel exercises every morning and had enough strength to push a guy straight out of her vaginal cavity. But Lance's alpha cock stood its ground. 

"Fuck, yeah," the teen stud murmured in his sensual baritone, as she flexed her vise-tight walls against him, every hot and wet fold of her luscious interiors milking his meat. Lance had plunged himself inside hundreds of girls and each pussy felt delightful and different wrapped around his cock. But of all the women he ever loved, none of them pleased him like this babe. If Cinderella had been a big dick playboy, Sandra was his glass slipper. 

Lance paused for a moment and slowly breathed in and out. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"Letting you adjust," he lied. "I'm pretty big for you." In truth, Lance had to adjust. He could have blown his wad in her right then and there. 

"I'm good," she told him. "Keep going." 

Sandra's depths felt genuinely alive. Her vaginal muscles twitched against his shaft and rippled in powerful waves that no red-blooded male could endure for long. Lance prided himself on his control. He distinguished himself as a marathon lover, one reason so many females sought out his company. But no woman tested his resolve like Sandra. Lance moaned quietly as her twat gripped his tool with a particularly strong spasm. He had to keep moving before she finished him off. 

As Lance resumed his inner-journey, he felt the rim of his condom slip inside Sandra's pussy. That marked an important milestone. Fully unrolled, a Magnum XL condom measured 8.15" and exposed the last couple inches of his supersized shaft. However, he almost always bottomed out before reaching this point. 

"Keep going," she ordered him. 

"Are you sure?" he asked. 

"Do it." 

Lance marveled at her hunger. While he could get nine or ten inches into a girl on occasion, it required effort and never happened on the first date. Sandra felt deliciously tight but her vagina seemed nearly bottomless. The well-hung Casanova had never encountered a partner with such a deep cervix. 

Sandra winced just a bit when he finally hit her barrier. 

"Sorry," he whispered. 

"Sorry for what?" she asked. "Because you have a big dick." 

Lance smiled. He had begun to realize his date was a major size queen. 

"Babe," he winked. "I think I was built for loving you." 

Lance carefully maneuvered himself even deeper. The final inches would be explosive. Though the plebeian playboy knew next to nothing about gynecology, he had developed an impressive expertise of female sexual anatomy through his prolific exploits. In particular, the ladykiller acquired a sixth sense for pinpointing a lover's erogenous zones. If Sandra didn't know about her deep spot, she was about to find out... 

Sandra noted the steely determination in his gaze. Along with unadulterated lust,