Is It Like You Remember?

I don’t have kids, I always wanted one. My sister had her first, he was born into a dysfunctional family, with a father that left. His mother worked a lot, I took up the courage to babysit him often. I spoiled him, treated him like the son I never had. He had a growth spurt when he was 14. Everything changed, his height, weight voice. I used to bathe him and now he was afraid that I would see his body again. Not long after, I stopped seeing him, his mother had to move for a better job. I was sad, with no sense of purpose.

Years later they came back. My jaw hit the floor. He was a man, a complete stud, with the body of a young wrestler. Uber confident, he worked out a lot, asked permission into our home gym. His uncle didn’t even bother thinking through it, the gym room was practically unused. I was going through tough times with his uncle. Constantly fighting and being ignored. He worked a lot, I was lonely all the time. Stopped giving me attention, I wanted to feel wanted again. I found myself watching his workout sessions. Thinking how big he had gotten. I was caught one day, invited me to join. For a while things were innocent, then my eyes found the outline of his cock. Always moving around, sometimes even getting a glimpse of his balls out his shorts. I knew he was big, bigger than his uncle.

Things heated up, he started getting hard, I started wearing tighter gym clothes. I had seen it all the time, workout clothes that do little to hide. I wanted to feel like the young girls I saw on the interstate. He complimented my body, my appearance, I was melting in front of him more and more. There was intense tension, I craved the attention.

I pointed to his tent one day we were stretching, he chuckled. I forgot how it looked he said. I was sitting, he stood up. Pulled his shorts down, his cock jumped out, inches from my mouth. He was massive, my panty now on fire. His cock head was wet, engorged. I couldn’t muster a word, he bends over, I feel a hand behind my neck, now wrapped around my hair. Is it like you remembered? My body shuddered, he was looking straight into my eyes. I closed them, opened my mouth expecting to be filled with cock. Instead or lips met, tongues danced, spit traveled. I couldn’t get enough. I practiced on his tongue imagining it was his cock. Then my hair was yanked, his cock now rested on my face. He slid it across my face, smeared his pre cum across my lips. Without warning he shoves it down my throat. I’m gagging, choking, like a complete slut. He pushes me on my fours, begins smacking and pulling my ass apart. I feel my pussy lips spread, his hands rubbing and entering. He flips me over, begins yanking my shorts off like a vicious bear. Our size difference is massive, I’m laying on my stomach with his cock knocking on my doors, trying to wiggle through. I’ve always wanted you he said. Dreaming this day would happen, since the day I realized how beautiful you looked. I realized I hadn’t said anything yet. I was in a complete trance, I snapped. Please hurry up and fuck me baby- I didn’t even finish. I was spread open. His weight was crushing the air out of me. My pussy swell, he fucked me like helpless prey. I only remember being in and out. My insides were being lit on fire, walls torn down. By stroke of luck I open my eyes, through the slight opening of our garage door, I see my husbands tires roll up to our driveway. I freak out, I tell my nephew, I grab my things and run inside to shower.

We evaded being noticed that day. My husband never found out. From that day on he would only get my seconds. I started visiting my sister more often. She thinks it’s because I wanted to see her more often, her son knows it’s because I’m not wearing any underwear underneath.