Bumping with Joy

Dear Literotica readers,

If you are aware of my previous story, I must warn you: on this one, I've turned things down a notch or two. It's still excessive, mind you... but not all the way up to 11. I hope you'll enjoy it regardless -- or better, if you thought that was too much the first time.

Joy had already been awake for a few minutes when the 8.30 AM alarm ring struck on her phone. She was laying lazily on her bed, enjoying the soft caress of the morning sun peeking through the shutters, the promise of another lovely day.

She stretched languidly, cat-like, her muscles humming with the satisfaction of a nice sleep. She was glad they didn't go too hard at it yesterday, as indeed the big party was planned for tonight, and they needed all of their energy to make it legendary, as it should be. This was their reward, after all. They'd been training hard for months, the six of them, and it had paid off so well: they had made Austin the new NCAA champions for the first time in the history of the University.

After setting the alarm off, she got up, and walked over to the large mirror in the back of the room. She had slept fully naked, as she pretty much always did since she left her parents' house, and was looking distractingly at the reflection of her smooth, perfectly shaven body.

I look... okay, I guess? she thought.

To anybody but her, that would have been the understatement of the year. But it is a fact of life that only the most egotistical people could find themselves hot-looking just after getting out of bed, and Joy was indeed a perfectly sane person. That concern about her looks, though, also had another motive: it turned out that for the first time in months, she had somebody on her mind.

It had begun yesterday, as she got started on her morning's jog. Like most people running somewhere for the first time, she had no idea where to go, and that app she was using to help her find her way had her eyes glued to phone, not improving the situation one bit. Which is how, barely five minutes after she got out, Joy had bumped into Tyler.

"Oh damn!" she shouted, totally confused. "Are you alri..."

But that guy had looked perfectly alright indeed. He was looking at her with a gently bemused expression, his deep, playful blue eyes fixed on hers, a warm smile on his perfectly chiseled face. He looked about the same age as her, and judging from the running outfit he wore, he was extremely fit, with broad shoulders and a set of arms that looked as large as her own thighs. Oh, and he was tall, too... At 5'11", Joy was definitely above the average woman in that department, but it looked like she just reached a little past his shoulder. Really, the guy's physique was overwhelming... but it was funny how he still kept a relatively boyish face. That gave him an awful lot of charm.

"Don't you worry, I'm fine," he said, his dark blonde hair falling over his forehead. He brushed it back with a smile. "Name's Tyler."

"Joy," she replied, extending her hand. He had a firm, but warm grip, that he let linger for a quarter second more than what would have been just formal.

"Hi Joy! I don't remember seeing you over here... you've just arrived?"

"Yeah, and I won't be here long... we're just on vacation here, for a few days."

"We...?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, the girls and I. Beach volleyball team. Austin University."

"Now wait... didn't you girls win the championship this year?"

"Wow," she said, slightly taken aback. "You're good! Usually people don't even know there's a team over there! You're into volleyball?"

"Not particularly... I'm into sports in general, I'd say. That's one of the few fields where I'm... knowledgeable, I guess?" he laughed.

I'm sure there's another field where he's knowledgeable, she mischievously thought while admiring his figure, but she quickly snapped out of it.

"Hey," he went on. "How about we continue chatting while we run?"

"Sounds like a plan," she replied, and off they went.

"So, you play sports too?" Joy asked.

"I used to... a hell of a lot! I played football all the way to high school, was about to start in college but then, you know... life got in the way... hip injury... it was deemed better for me never to play again."

"Oh crap... I'm sorry about that, really. I couldn't imagine, you know... giving up on volleyball myself. I can't imagine how terrible that must have felt for you."

"Yeah, that was hard, but... what can you do, huh? So now, mostly, I run and I hit the gym. Almost every day. Feels good. I can't complain, really!"

They kept talking the rest of the way. It turns out Tyler was their neighbor by the other side of the road, living with his roommate in an incredible mansion that used to belong to a couple that were friends of his parents. The husband was an army man who had been killed in action six months ago, and his wife did not feel like staying in that place anymore, for understandable reasons. But the lease on the house still ran for two years, and she had agreed to let him and his roommate stay in while they completed their studies in Florida. "We've been so lucky", he said, not mentioning the fact that his rather intimate relationship with the widow had certainly weighed a lot in her decision.

Five miles had passed, and they were now in their post-run walk, back to their starting point. The past 45 minutes had been a blast to Joy, as she found this guy to be funny, easygoing, and all around nice. Three out of three, that was pretty rare... especially for such a hot guy!

"So, what are you girls doing in this part of Florida?" Tyler asked.

"Well since we won... we thought that we'd like to celebrate," she explained. "So we rented that cottage for a few days, you know... to cool it off and... have fun!"

"Sounds like fun indeed," he said. "You're staying up to when?"

"Ummh, until Tuesday so... five more days? Including this one, so... yeah."

"Good, you'll have time to enjoy it! And that place's great. I know the family who owns it, they used to live there, and they've always been super nice to me."

It was hard not to, Joy thought. This guy had something about him, his super-chill attitude, the way he engaged with you, that would make him lovable to pretty much anyone. And besides... he was pretty much her taste, physically. Joy found herself looking forward to jogging with him more than she had imagined.

And maybe... doing other kinds of activities too.

She decided to push her luck.

"By the way... we're hosting a house party tomorrow night. It's a small thing you know, just the six of us, but we're together all the time, we know each other by heart, so... I think it wouldn't be so bad if someone else... joined in."

Tyler paused, his eyebrows raised. "So you want me to... crash your team party?"

Joy laughed, "No, no, I mean... if you'd like to come, you'd be more than welcome. It's just us girls, so we wouldn't mind some... change."

"Well, I'm glad you're asking, Joy. Really! I'm flattered, even. And sure, I'd love to come. Actually, is it OK if I bring my roommate? He's super sweet, and a really fun guy too."

"No problem at all," she replied."Around 10 PM, is that OK for you?"

"Sounds perfect. Anything we should bring?" he asked.

"Just yourselves," Joy grinned. "We take care of the rest."

"So it will be well taken care of," he smiled back. "See you tomorrow then!"

Joy waved goodbye and watched him cross to the other side. Well Tyler, you look like a great guy, she thought dreamingly. I'm sure the other girls will be glad to meet you.

"For real, you invited those two dudes at OUR party?"

Amy, the team's captain, crossed her arms, her eyebrows raised skeptically. They were all gathered in the kitchen, getting their lunch ready.

Joy, standing by the counter, shrugged playfully, "Come on, girls, don't be like that. Most of us have never been to this part of Florida and I thought, you know... it'd be great to meet locals."

"What if they're... weirdos or something?" Sara chimed in. "We don't know anything about them."

"You don't, but I do! Well, just one of them... but really, he just looks so cool, so nice... I'd be really surprised if he's a jerk. Plus, he's 21, so it's not like he's an old creep or whatever... and he's into sports too!" Joy said, trying to reassure her teammates.

"Well... how do we proceed?" Emily asked. "Is a hand vote OK?"

"Sure," they replied altogether.

"Alright," said Amy. "At the count of three. One, two..."

And when she got to 'three', it turned out she was the only one not raising her hand.

"Even you, Sara? Alright... you win, they're on. But, Joy... if they ever get out of line... they're out," Amy warned. "Deal?"

"Deal," she agreed, smiling.

Joy had gotten so lost in her train of thought that it was now over 9 AM. Had she really been staring at that mirror for half an hour, doing nothing else? And what were her fingers doing there... so dangerously close to her pussy lips? She couldn't be that desperate, right? Right?

The truth was, since she broke with her boyfriend two months ago, her life had been completely sexless, without even a fling here or there. Not that she never got any opportunities: tons of guys all over the country would have killed to get in her pants. But the break-up hadn't gone well, leaving her emotionally bruised, and to stop thinking about it, she had been entirely focused on winning that championship, as well as completing her credits for the year. All in all, there hadn't been any time for a relationship, or even a one-night stand.

But now that the pressure was off, those repressed sexual urges had come back in full force, and they longed to be satisfied. She couldn't shake off the idea that Tyler would be the best man for it... only she wasn't even sure he would be into her. Sure, he was awfully considerate during their run yesterday, but it didn't look like he had tried to make a move, as most men did when they had a chance to talk to her.

She sighed and stepped away from the mirror, grabbing her phone from the bedstand. She felt like texting him, chatting a bit even if he felt like it... she could ask him if he was still up for tonight... it would comfort her, she thought. She just had to browse his number...

His number...

She didn't have it. She had never asked for it.

"DAMMIT!" she shouted, suddenly so angered at herself. What if something happened? What if he couldn't make it? What if...

"You alright?"

That was Stefanie, checking from the other side of the bedroom wall.

"Um... yeah yeah! I just bumped into something... sorry!"

"Clumsy clumsy!" her teammate quipped.

Joy took a deep breath. In the end... it didn't really matter, did it? Amy was right, it was their party first, and it was mostly about having fun, and keeping the bond that had brought the six of them together, over and over again, for years now. Getting those guys here would be a bonus... but she could do without.

Well. Time to get this day started...

All together, they cleaned up the house, dressed it up with balloons and colorful ornaments, and later on set up the snacks and drinks that they had spent a large part of the afternoon purchasing from the store. As the sun began to set, they each went in their rooms to dress up. Joy picked out a black outfit that hugged her curves just right, without revealing too much. She tied her hair in a bun and added a slight touch of makeup to enhance her natural beauty. She caught her reflection again and this time, she was more satisfied with her looks. She knew she looked fine... but she couldn't help feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Who knows what tonight might bring, she thought wishfully.

By the time 10 PM rolled around, the cottage was filled with laughter and champagne bottles. The teammates were all looking their best, their eyes sparkling with excitement. The music was playing at a comfortable volume, and the atmosphere was already buzzing with energy. Here, Amy, Stefanie and Zoe were doing a mimicking contest, trying to guess what beachvolley player they were impersonating. That worked great, particularly when it involved a girl they despised. There, Emily was trying to teach Sara how to do a complicated dance move. They both laughed as the latter stumbled, and Joy couldn't help but join in, not doing much better but adding to the fun of it.

It was all fine for her, except for one thing: the party had been going on for a while now, and the guys still hadn't shown up. Her fears had turned out to be true. Sure, she might have tried to reach him through one of his social media, but this looked like stalking him, and she preferred not to. Still, she was really disappointed, and it eventually got the better of her. She ended up isolating herself, sulking in a corner

.

"Hey! Where'd you been!" Amy shouted as she reached out to her. She was visibly quite drunk. "Hey, come on... what's wrong? Is it about those two guys?"

"Yeah," Joy's voice trailed off, but she couldn't let herself go like that. That one girl in front of her was one of the people she loved and respected the most in the whole world, a dearest friend that could be blunt but had never let her down. So she did her best to regain her composure, just for the sake of their friendship.

"I'm sorry," she added, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know why I'm upset. It's not like I knew him that well."

"Damn right, girl! That's the spirit! Forget about those clowns, they were probably jerks anyway! Come over, we'll REALLY get this party started!"

Amy then dragged Joy onto the dance floor. The teammates were all gathered in a loose circle, moving and singing along to the music. Joy couldn't help but laugh as she joined in, gradually loosening up until she was shaking her body around in a frenzy. The alcohol was now in full flow, and the inhibitions had melted away.

Hours passed, and as it neared 1 AM, the time was ripe for the night's biggest event.

"TRUTH OR DARE!" Amy shouted for everyone in the room to hear.

"Alright," Joy said. "But can we, like, just skip the strip penalty this time--"

"Of course we KEEP the strip penalty! That's the whole fucking point! How about you start, then?"

"Damn... OK, truth."

To be fair, Joy's complaints were not really serious. Those Truth Or Dare sessions were usually hysterical, if only because these girls had been together for so long, they could play off each other like a seasoned jazz band. And they each had their specialty: Sara was the questioning master, with the right balance of playfulness and inquisitiveness in her way of asking; Stefanie was all about physical challenges, and the harder, the better (her "do a somersault blindfolded" was one of the night's highlights); but you also had Zoe's wonderfully off-beat propositions, which kept the other girls on their toes (although she sometimes went too far: her "have you ever felt horny after smelling your own farts?" was followed with stunned silence).

And the golden rule was: every time a truth was left unanswered or a dare was failed, off went a piece of cloth... until one of them ended up stark naked. And unfornately for Joy, she was a little clumsier than her teammates, on top of being a notoriously bad liar. So she usually lost.

And it looked like tonight wouldn't be any different. There she was, along with Emily, both only wearing a thong.

"Alright", Amy said maliciously. "Looks like we've reached the play-offs... Stefanie, any idea how we can settle this?"

The tall blonde paused for effect, "How about... a fish catch?"

Both contestants looked at her teammate absolutely horrified.

"You can't be serious! You really mean to--"

"Yeah, come on!" Amy went on. "A breath of fresh air will do us good. Let's go!"

And out they went, in the warm air of this Florida summer night, moving toward the pond located at the back of the house.

"Girls, we better not be caught doing this," Emily said. "Or we can kiss our deposit goodbye!"

"That's alright," Joy smirked. "Who's gonna be interested in six young ladies hanging out half-naked in the middle of the night?"

"Now listen," Amy started. "Here are the rules: first one to catch a fish, any fish, and hold it for more than 3 seconds saves her ass, and the other one will be our LOSER!"

"And, Joy," Stefanie added. "You can only use your hands, not your jugs!"

"Har har har," she replied, though it had been the only "boob joke" up to that point tonight.

"Enough, girls," Amy said firmly. "On your marks... get set... GO!"

Anyone coming over at this moment would have been in for the performance of a lifetime. To see those two topless girls, their faces squeamish with disgust, trying to seize any of those squeaky fast-moving creatures while doing their best to suppress their screams -- and sometimes failing -- would make The Eric Andre Show look like Good Morning America. All the while, the other four were chanting in low, almost whispered voices, like cheerleaders trying not to wake up the baby next door. It was completely surreal.

After about a minute of this, Emily managed to get hold of a goldfish... and she kept it for the 3 seconds required, letting out a deep sigh of relief as she did so.

"Ladies... we've got our LOSER! Joy, you know what to do..."

The stunning light brunette, pouting and smiling at the same time, lost her thong, exposing her whole nudity to her five teammites.

"OK, now's the time for your big penalty--"

"Now I'm tellin' you," Joy raised in protest. "No matter what, I'm NOT skinny-dipping in that pond--"

"Hey Joy," Amy said quietly. "Chill out, we're not that stupid! I was rather thinking about... the jacuzzi, 'round the other side of the garden. Would that be alright?"

She breathed a sigh of relief. "That I can do."

"Fine, then let's go!"

Joy walked slowly, calmly, toward the hot tub. It was weird, but she actually felt great. Having the whole of her skin exposed, feeling the warm night air caressing it, felt oddly liberating. She soon got to the edge of the jacuzzi, the lights from the cottage casting a warm glow on the water. Taking a deep breath, she stepped in, the hot water against her skin. She sank down, letting the water cover her completely, before emerging and pushing her hair back from her face.

And then, she saw Emily and Amy fully naked as well, running towards the tub, screaming like amazons until they jumped in.

They were all in a state of drunken bliss. They ended up asking the other girls to take pictures of her in the pool, making funny faces, stumbling upon each other, going around in a merry chaos, leaving Joy completely elated.

"Girls," she rambled on. "You're... just... you have no idea how much I love you all."

"We love you too, Joy!" they answered back, their laughter echoing through the pool garden.

Playing, splashing around the hot water of the jacuzzi felt great... but after a while, she felt it had a sobering effect on her too. She now wanted to spend some time on her own, reflecting on what a great night it had been in the end.

She stepped out, her body still humming with the warmth of the water. She grabbed a towel that was hanging nearby, wrapping it around her to soak up some of the moisture.

"Hey girl," Amy shouted. "Where you going?"

"It's OK Amy... just freshening up... and then I'll go to my bedroom and get changed."

"Yeah, you'll crash in your bed, that is!"

"Probably, yeah..."

She was walking randomly toward the pathway leading up to the outer gate, stargazing, her mind still a bit fuzzy. These girls... she wouldn't be where she was in her life now if not for them. She felt so happy to be able to enjoy such a strong, long-lasting friendship, something she wondered whether she would ever experience with a guy, as they kept disappointing--

Her train of thought stopped short as she bumped into something -- or rather someone, by the feel of it. The sudden shock sent her stumbling back, trying to hold grip on the towel. She was getting up as she heard the shape speaking:

"Joy?"

Oh God... that deep, smooth voice... could it be him?

"T... Tyler?" she stammered, more out of confusion than drunkenness.

"Joy, that's you! Listen, I'm so fucking sorry, my mate got sick around 9 PM, like real sick, and I stayed with him waiting for the doctor, and she wouldn't come, and--"

He stopped, and almost froze. Joy's towel had completely fallen off. Under the pale moonlight glow, he could only make out her silhouette and a few of her curves, but it was enough for him to understand that, just right there, stood the greatest body he had ever seen.

Her figure was... absolutely perfect. She was built like a hourglass, her ballerina-like waist seamlessly curving into a set of wide, flared hips. Those led to a pair of thighs that seemed to go on forever, ending with her long, toned, flawlessly shaped legs. She just was tantalizingly feminine, in a way he had never experienced. And it was hard to be sure in that darkness, but her breasts looked like they were absolutely massive, and yet standing up proudly. It was just impossible for him to look away.

The two of them, actually, were motionless, transfixed. Joy, though, was screaming internally, wanting so badly to shout at him, to punch him, tear him up, for having let her down like this, despite what he had just said about his buddy, what it showed about his character, what a loving, caring guy he was... she knew she was in a state of emotional shock, and she had to come out of it.

So she threw herself in his arms and lunged for a kiss.

She wanted him. That's all it had been about from the beginning, and it was no use pretending otherwise. And why would it be wrong? Tyler was not the stereotypical stud. Quite the opposite actually: his attitude went against what you expected a guy with his kind of physique to behave like. And she loved this more than anything. How many times did it happen in real life, that the tough guy would also be the good guy?

She could feel him resist at first, out of surprise maybe... but then his lips parted, and he joined her into this passionate embrace. He could feel her body pressing on, confirming what he had sensed about her breasts... their vastness, and their absolute firmness as well. It felt like perfection. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

Their bodies pressed against each other, the warmth of their skin contrasting with the cool night air. Joy could feel the hardness of his pecs, the defined lines of his abs. She gasped as his hands explored her curves, tracing the small of her back, the swell of her hips, venturing down her buttcheeks... God, these were firm too! What a stunning body she seemed to have, front and back!

She was the first to speak, leaning over his ear, ready to take this further...

"Tyler... I want you..."

She swore she could see him smile, his whole face glowing as he offered his hand for her to take.

"Come".

She was sure she would come indeed.

Not even 10 minutes later, they were in his bedroom, with her lying down, still fully naked, and him shirtless, straddling her.

He couldn't believe his luck. He was about to make love to the most gorgeous girl he had seen in his whole life, and that included all the actresses, singers, supermodels he had ever fantasized about. Everything he had guessed about her body, back there in the darkness, turned out to be true... or else, even better than what he had imagined. Her skin was flawless, tanned all over, and it felt so warm to his touch. Her tits showed not a single trace of sagging, keeping their perfect curve even as she lied on his bed, incredible given how large they were.

And her face... god, how could a girl be so beautiful? Funny how it hadn't struck him when they first met, especially since they stayed side by side for almost an hour. Of course, he had sensed that she was really pretty, but seeing her right now still felt like a revelation. Her round face was the most angelic he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her wide grey-green eyes combined with her precious smile would cause glaciers to melt down. And to that, you had to add her small, straight nose, her high cheekbones, the swan-like length of her neck, and her light brown hair, framing it all perfectly with a cascade on both sides. No other girl he knew of compared to her. She was one in a billion.

She was caressing him as well, taking in the incredible breadth of his chest, the defined muscles on every square inch of him, the v-shape that disappeared into his shorts. His skin was smooth, absolutely hairless as far as she could see. He looked positively... manly, in a way that felt reassuring, not threatening.

Her eyes went back to his shorts... and she could see the tenting fabric, the impressive outline of what was hidden beneath. She hadn't seen many dicks in her life, but she could tell that this one would be in the upper range. She had also sensed his bulge as they kissed in the night glow, and it hadn't felt like something she had experienced before.

There would be no more suspense now, as she moved her hands down his hips to yank down his only remaining piece of cloth.

"Oh... my... God..." she muttered in her breath.

His penis sprang out, slapping loudly and heavily on his abs, the head reaching way past his navel, before staying up at a 45° angle. Joy felt like she was in some kind of fever dream. That cock looked like it had the width of one of these tall slim cans... only much, much longer than one, possibly twice as long if not more. It simply obliterated any of the lovers she'd had before him. It was probably even bigger than any picture of these well-endowed men that the girls sometimes exchanged in their Snap group. It really was a sight to behold.

And the cherries on top -- or bottom, for that matter -- were his testicles, the size of large plums, fully round and hanging superlow in their smooth-skinned scrotum. Was alcohol still playing tricks on her, she wondered? Was her vision still distorted, as if she was looking at his package through a pair of binoculars? Or was he really this big? She couldn't take her eyes off of it, anyhow. She was spellbound.

"God," she whispered. "That is so beautiful..."

Well, that's... unusual, Tyler thought. He'd had his junk being called many things in the past few years, but "beautiful" was not one that popped up very often. And yet, he could see that she did not feel intimidated by it one bit... rather fascinated, hypnotized even. Was it a fantasy of her? Had she experienced a "large size" before? He didn't know, and didn't feel like asking, thinking that it would break the spell of the moment.

"Oh Tyler," she said as her face beamed to its fullest. "You are... I... I think I want it in me... now..."

Now? He had enough experience with girls to know that they usually required a bit of foreplay before they would be comfortable with his manhood. But she was now moving her hand towards her fully shaven pussy, opening her lips wide as in an invitation, and Tyler could see that it looked absolutely soaking wet. That was a first for him, to go without a bit of preparation first... but it was worth trying.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down his length, the latex stretched to the max to fit his size. He positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her, love and lust mixing in his eyes.

"I'll start super slow and gentle, Joy. I promise."

He lowered himself onto her, his body brushing against hers. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the softness of her curves, and that felt great. That would make it even more enjoyable for him to take his time and to make her comfortable. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, looking down at her for any sign of hesitation, but he could only read desire and fascination in her face. He pushed in gently, just the tip, and she gasped, her back arching slightly.

It was not the alcohol, she realized. He really was massive.

Joy could feel every fraction of him as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her wider than she had ever been before. She let out a low moan, slightly out of discomfort, but mostly from pleasure. He was opening her whole, and it felt incredible.

Tyler watched her face closely, his own expression a mix of concentration and arousal. "You okay?" he asked. "I can taste you first if it's too much now."

Joy shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "No, it's... it's good. It's just... I didn't expect this! You're just... absurdly huge, you know that? Fuck, I didn't even know they could come in that size," she giggled. "But other girls have told you that, I guess?"

"They have, but... I don't feel like talking about other girls. I want to focus on you, Joy. Because I swear... you're the most beautiful girl I have ever met."

And with those words, he leaned in for a passionate kiss, and all the while, his cock kept making progress, a quarter of an inch at a time. Despite its size, it felt like it had found a place where it belonged, ready to explore every corner of her insides. Joy's thighs were indeed trembling slightly as he filled her, a sensation she had never known of. Her pussy had never felt so full, so stimulated. She had been with a few guys, but none of them had come close to this. It was an overwhelming feeling, sure, but wasn't it what sex what supposed to be about? Taking over your senses? Going overdrive? She was glad to have a taste of that, at last.

It seemed he had stuffed about half of his manhood into her, when he started to pull back almost as slowly as he had entered, until only the head would still be in. And then, he started a slow back-and-forth, with the slightest tinge of a gyrating motion, that he knew made all the difference to let his partners adjust to him and take more pleasure in the process. And from the long, heavy breathing and sighing he now heard, he knew he was on the right track.

Joy was torn apart between abandon and curiosity. She felt like closing her eyes and letting it all go, just focusing on those otherwordly sensations deep within, but she also wanted to enjoy the visual side of it, that incredible organ going in and out of her, or his magnificent body as he moved so smoothly and effortlessly, like waves rippling. Despite being exactly her age, he had none of the nervousness of her previous partners. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his whole being exuding perfect calmness and control.

"Oh Tyler," she purred. "You have no idea how much I am enjoying this..."

"Believe me, Joy, I'm enjoying that a lot too!"

He was getting into a comfortable rhythm now, and was surprised how fast he got to such a stage, as it usually took twice as long for his partners to accommodate such a pervasive presence inside them. Was it thanks to her wide hips, did it allow more room for him? He hadn't been paying much attention to his anatomy classes anyway, so that didn't matter, he just had to make sure she was enjoying the ride. And it sounded like it, as she was now moaning uninterruptedly, her mouth half-open, her eyes closed. He could feel her hands tightening on his shoulders, her nails digging gently into his skin. It felt great, and he knew he had the stamina in him to keep this going for a while before he would go 3rd gear.

He kept that leisurely tempo for a good 10 minutes, letting his eyes wander down to her body, getting lost in the sight of her entire perfection.

"You're gorgeous, Joy," he whispered. "God, you're so incredibly gorgeous."

"Oh yeah, yeah... mmmh..." she moaned incoherently.

"You feel so good... you want me to go faster?"

"Oh yes... yes..."

"Alright," and he picked up the pace, deepening his thrusts, shifting his penetration angles ever so slightly over time. Joy's moans turned to higher-pitched pleas, her body started to shudder, and after a few minutes of this, she could sense something was building into her. She didn't know it yet, but he was taking her to the "big O", the one that many girls were dreaming about, but that few would ever experience in her life. And she was going to get it.

Joy felt her climax crashing against her, as every thrust of Tyler's massive cock now filled her to the point of overflowing. Her pussy was dripping wet, her juices coating every inch of his condom, making the friction even more intense.

"Oh God!" she cried.

And she let it go. It felt like going supernova, reaching a higher plane of existence, her body convulsing in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. An hurricane of pleasure rolled through her, her muscles clenching and unclenching his rock-hard piston, drawing him deeper into her. She screamed his name, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room.

"How do you feel, Joy?" he encouraged her without ever stopping his now frantic fucking.

"Oh fuck! I can't... oooooooh!"

He was still going, gasping at the sight of her face flushed, her eyes rolling back, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He kept his full-speed assault without breaking a sweat, letting her ride the crest of her orgasm to its absolute end, and then he switched back to a slow crawl... as if he wanted to go through the same cycle all over again.

That was the plan, indeed. Tyler was determined to make this night one to remember for Joy. He could tell that she wasn't used to what he was offering her, but she was taking him so well, so eagerly, that he just couldn't help but push her further.

When he felt she was ready again, he got back to a more intense rhythm, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body moving in sync with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and pointed.

"God, you're... unreal," he could hear her say, her voice husky and short-breathed.

He was pounding her now, relentlessly, slamming with a force that made her body shake with every move. Since her hands were pressed upon his buttcheeks, encouraging him to keep going, her breasts were now bouncing and jiggling in every possible direction. Tyler couldn't stop looking at them, as he kept going faster and faster, wanting to be lost in that vision that he hoped he would remember all his life.

And that was what sent him over the edge, much to his surprise and disappointment. He felt the familiar sensation of his impending orgasm washing over him. It was too late to hold back, he had to come now.

He locked his eyes onto Joy's as he let out a powerful thrust, his cock buried deep inside her. Right after, he felt his cum spraying out, filling the condom, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He gasped for breath, his body slick with a light sheen of sweat as he wore out his orgasm.

Joy could feel him throbbing inside her, his cock twitching as he came. She could feel the long streams of semen pulsing into her, over and over again... he had been saving up for a while, she thought! Maybe he did not feel like masturbating... maybe he had a hard time finding a partner who could fit him... but she did, and as she thought that, she felt awfully proud of herself.

He finally stopped cumming, and he leaned over her and held her in his arms, kissing her repeateadly on her cheek.

"Oh Joy, you are... I'm so sorry..."

What are you sorry for? she thought, puzzled by her reaction. She wanted to know what happened, but could only make out a feeble "Why?" between two short breaths.

"I just... I didn't want to cum so soon. I got carried away, and I'm sorry."

Joy looked at the clock on the bedstand... and figured out he had been taking her in the missionary position for over half an hour. Was he actually joking? It didn't look like it, his face was dead serious. God, he really was one a kind...

"But don't worry," he went on while removing his condom, filled with a spectacular dose of thick white semen, before tying it in a knot and expertly throwing it in a basket five feet away. "I'll make it up to you."

And he kissed her again, gently at first, but getting more passionate by the second. All the while, his hands were roaming her body, feeling her smooth skin, her soft curves. He cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands, and she let out a soft moan as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

He quit her mouth to let his lips and tongue roll down her neck, lingering at the base of her throat before moving lower. He followed the natural curve of her left breast with his tongue, and then took the nipple into his mouth, swirling around it before sucking it deep. Meanwhile, his hand was busy massaging her other tit. Joy arched her back, pressing herself into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. Tyler then switched his hands and mouth so that both would respectfully take care of the other breast, and she moaned again, her body coiling and uncoiling like a snake.

But now he wanted to taste her, to make her come again. His hands still on her boobs, he slid down her body, his tongue following the path that trod down to her buried treasure. He nipped at her stomach, collecting with his tongue the beads of sweat around her belly-button, moved down her hips, then her thighs, before settling himself between her legs.

Joy spread wide, inviting him in, her pussy still dripping with envy. He could see the pink flesh peeking out from between her lips, swollen and ready. He dove in, his tongue delving into her wetness, licking her from bottom to top, his nose pressing against her clit. Her thighs tensed around his head, her body writhing as she gasped at the sensation.

Tyler's tongue was unstoppable, licking her pussy with long, firm strokes, curling up at the top to tease her clit.

"Oh God, you're good at that, too!" she panted.

He was too busy taking care of her to reply anything, but her words filled him with pride and love. He was determined to make her come again, and he was going to do it without his cock this time.

He slipped a finger into her pussy, curling it up to rub against her G-spot, and she let out a loud moan. He could feel her juices coating his finger, making it easy to slide in and out of her. He added a second one, and her moans turned to gasps as he moved them in, his tongue constantly assaulting her lips and clit. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices dripping down his chin as he devoured her. He loved the taste of her, loved the way she responded to him.

She could feel her second orgasm building, just like the first a moment ago. He sensed that too, and to help her get there sooner, he added a third finger, stretching her further, and she cried out, her body convulsing, thrashing against the bed as he brought her to another earth-shattering climax.

She just couldn't believe it. No other guy before had brought her to that state of total, utter sexual enlightenment... and Tyler had done it twice in not even thirty minutes! And he was making sure she stayed right up there, still working his tongue and hand in a frenzy until she couldn't take it.

Finally, he got up, and she could see the whole upper half of him in front of her. That perfect, hairless skin of his... those broad shoulders... those chiseled abs... that prodigious cock, back to full hardness already... and those massive balls, which swung proudly like twin pendulums... that vision was so striking that it made her laugh.

"Wow, that's not the reaction I was expecting," Tyler jested.

"I'm sorry! Really! But... I just can't get over, like... how much of a man you are," she said, a genuine wonder in her voice.

"Well, you're quite the woman yourself", he quipped, leering at her stupendous figure for a few seconds. "And you know, you've handled me a lot better than many other girls. You've had big ones before, I guess?"

She looked at him with bulging eyes, as if wanting to express outrage, but comically failing.

"Are you kidding me? No, I have not! And even if I had... how could they compare? You must be the biggest guy in the whole USA!"

"Tsk tsk, girl... flattery will get you nowhere," he said as he leaned over her for a kiss.

"Nowhere? What a weird name for a cock," she teased as she joined him.

Their tongues intertwined in a restless ballet, while their hands were busy exploring whatever possible parts of their respective bodies, so that eventually, for the first time that night, Joy got to touch his glorious manhood, marvelling at its heat and its incredible weight.

Tyler downplayed the "monster cock" thing every time it came up, but that didn't mean he was not self-aware. He'd had quite a lot of experience already at only 21, and he couldn't think of one partner who hadn't said at some point that he was her "biggest ever", even from women in their 30's and 40's. And on the few occasions he did watch porn -- or caught his roommate watching it -- he couldn't help noticing that he outsized the performer every time, and usually by a wide margin.

So maybe Joy was right: he was, if not the largest, at least among the most hung guys in the country. And he wasn't too unhappy about it, but he didn't feel like bragging; after all, he was born this way, that was not something he had achieved on his own. And it wasn't always a blessing: there would be some women in which he simply could not fit. He would still pleasure them with his fingers and tongue, of course -- and that, he could be proud of -- but it did not feel the same to him.

Anyway, with Joy, that hadn't been a problem at all, and he was eager to do it all over again.

"I want you," Tyler said as they broke their kiss. "I want you right now... you want it too?"

"Oh yes, God, yes... please..."

The morning sun had now risen up, warming up the mid-summer air. The songbirds were chanting in unison, and anyone paying attention could have heard, if only faintly, their gentle melodies echoing peacefully in the atmosphere.

But in Tyler's bedroom, such harmonies were mercilessly muffled by moans and cries of a much more carnal nature. It was now almost 7.45 AM, and the two lovers were still at it, well into their fourth round of what had been a night of non-stop erotic bliss. Joy's thighs were quivering with exhaustion, her muscles screaming in protest, her whole body a sweaty mess, but she was too turned on to stop. She really was in a sexual daze.

She had been amazed at her lover's stamina, particularly how it seemed to increase over time. That fourth session had been going for about two hours now, and Tyler was still maintaining a rock-hard erection, giving his all. Before she set to ride him, he had been pounding her doggystyle with strong, deep and steady thrusts for close to thirty minutes, always the virtuoso as to how he would vary speed, angle, and intensity, to always keep her on the edge. She couldn't even count how many orgasms he had given her since they had started, an eternity ago it seemed.

And yet, Tyler was probably the most surprised of the two. On a general basis, he had experienced that around the second of third round, his partners' enthusiasm seemed to peter out. Either they were too spent, tired, or they just couldn't take anymore of him without feeling pain. But Joy... she seemed to get more enthused and energetic with each passing hour. The more they had sex, the more she craved for it.

That showed particularly in her attitude in-between sessions. Most girls were happy to talk, cuddle, settle down a while and let the heat come back slowly... but not her. She would just take a glass of water, go to the bathroom if needed, and would be back to foreplay mode instantly. She wanted to make every minute count, as if that night was too short to let it go to waste. Which is probably why they were still going in the morning, but it's not like he was about to complain.

It wasn't just about how her sexual drive matched his own, though; it was also about how, as they went on and on, she gradually took the lead and became more adventurous, choosing the next position, setting the pace of their fucking, getting more vocal about her pleasure... it's like she was opening up to a new version of herself, a freer, wilder one, and he loved that she would indulge in it.

At the moment, she was riding him like a cowgirl as he lied on his back, his hands gripping her hips while she bounced up and down on his cock, her hips moving with a rhythm that showed how much she still wanted him. Tyler watched in awe as her breasts bounced and swayed with each movement, her nipples stiff and eager. He reached up, cupping them in his hands, massaging and pinching them until she moaned and leaned into his touch.

"Fuck, Joy," he groaned, his hands moving from her breasts to her hips, guiding her movements."You're... fucking incredible..."

She laughed and beamed at the sound of his words. It was indeed incredible, even to her! She would never have imagined sex could be so... all-encompassing, that it could lead to such a be-all and end-all kind of feeling. None of her previous guys had given her even a tiny fragment of that pure ecstasy she had been experiencing all night long. Only a lover like Tyler, so powerful yet so caring, so relentless yet so gentle, and built of course like a god of lovemaking, could have brought her to such a state. It was like she had spent all her life eating only at McDonald's and finding out that you could have had wagyu beef all those years instead. He had opened a whole new world for her, and she was eager to explore it all the way.

She wanted this to never end... and yet, she was aware of the clock ticking, she knew the girls would soon wake up, and she had to be back in a short while to prevent any drama from happening. But if she had her way, she would stay here, letting him fuck her until she would be totally spent... and she knew he would deliver. He was that good.

So, to speed things, she picked up the pace of her straddling, exerting her hips to the point of agony, purposedly shaking herself so that her boobs would swing all over, up and down, sideways, as she knew by now that it was the thing that would set him off.

And indeed, after a few minutes of this, she could feel his breath become more ragged, his hands trembling... and she had seen that look on his face a couple times already: it meant he was close to his point of no return.

"Oh fuck Joy... yes... keep going..."

But that's not how she wanted this to end. Since there wouldn't be another round this time, she wanted to cap things off with a big finale.

She let go of him, his huge cock slapping loudly against his abs as she did. She then took it in both hands, marvelling at how her fingers barely touched as she circled it. She pulled the condom off, caressed him all the way up and down his spectacular length for a handful of times, and grabbed the bottle of lube by the bedstand to pour it generously all over his manhood.

Tyler flashed a cocky smile as he clasped his hands behind his neck, ready to enjoy the show. Finishing with a handjob would indeed be fun. But his eyes grew wider as he saw her bring the lube towards her body, and empty it all over her breasts, the rivulets of viscuous liquid cascading down their inner sides, finishing their course all over and around her belly button. Then she threw the bottle away and grabbed his shaft again, putting it right between her boobs before enclosing it with them.

Yup, it's happening alright, he thought. The hottest girl on earth was about to give him a titjob. It wasn't his first, but it sure was going to be his best.

Not that it would have been Joy's first either. She had been well aware for a long time of that strange obsession most guys had when it came to her chest. And to those happy few who she felt had earned it -- sometimes barely -- she would let them stuff their penis between them, but it usually wasn't satisfactory, as their painfully average dicks would literally get lost in the cleavage. So when those guys came on her breasts -- usually within seconds -- it was rather because of the idea of it than the actual rubbing.

With Tyler, that was something else entirely. She had wrapped the whole of her tits around that glorious member of his and she could still see the whole head plus a couple extra inches sticking out. It really was a match made in heaven.

And then, with her hands, she started to move these jugs up and down his cock.

God! He had been so close to cumming already, and now she was putting him up to this... Not that he complained: he rather felt like the most grateful person on earth at the moment. But damn... he had already pushed his stamina quite far, so he really had to stay focused this time, to enjoy that unique feeling of her stupendous breasts working their magic around his shaft as long as possible.

He could feel the warmth and the wetness of them, the softness of her flesh mixed with the slickness of the lube. It was better than any fucking, even any fantasy he had ever had. His precum was now leaking in very liberal amounts, mixing with the other fluids and making it even more slippery.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her gaze fixed upon him, a large smile on her lips.

He couldn't even utter a word... just saying "yes" would make his cock explode, he knew that. He had to keep his whole self under control so as not to cum instantly, because he wanted this moment to last, to have the image of Joy titfucking him forever ingrained in his mind.

And to his credit, he managed to hold back for an astonishing 10 minutes. By the end, he was sure that he had never been harder in his life, his whole member slightly curved in a concave angle headed towards him. Most of the lube was gone by now, so the rubbing got a little drier and rougher, but it felt even more pleasurable for him, as if his huge rod was equipped with thousands of tiny sensors, all reporting back the otherwordly feelings to his brain and transferring them to the whole of his body. His cockhead was as large as he'd ever seen it, almost purple, begging for immediate release.

That was the moment Joy decided to put her tongue out, lapping that very head everytime it popped out of her cleavage.

And that was the last straw for Tyler. He felt his nuts tensing up, moving all the way up his scrotum, his whole manhood feeling like a furnace. The way his cock was pointing, he knew he was about to get his load all over his body, but it was much too late to care about that. He let it all go...

"Oh Joy! FUCK!"

He had shouted at the top of his lungs as he could feel his cum shooting out with the force of a fire hose. The first shot hit him right in the cheek, the second one just below his chin, and the rest sprayed out in thick, hot, ropey streams, coating his chest and stomach, again and again. His body was convulsing with the force of his release.

Joy watched in awe as that man-cream painted his body. He had shot what looked like over a dozen spurts all over him. On its own, it was a very impressive load. For somebody who had already cum three times in the past six hours, it was just unbelievable. These giant balls really are a thing of wonder, she thought, fondling them as his orgasm subsided.

She was looking at the mess she had just made, all those stark white lines of creamy seed shot all over her lover's muscular upper body. And then, out of the blue, she thought of one of Zoe's questions at that Truth or Dare game, earlier that night:

"Have you ever tasted a guy's semen?"

She hadn't come up with a proper answer, which caused her to lose her bra. But then she had heard the other girls making comments, mostly about how it tasted. It wasn't very encouraging as they had used the words "salty", "bitter", "rancid" for one of them even. But somehow, this very moment, she still wanted to try it, if only to be able to share her experience next time. And since Tyler had been unlike any other guy so far, maybe he would be different in that department, too?

She grabbed his cock, barely deflated at this point, and saw that the head was still releasing pearly drops of cum. She went on and licked what she could get.

It was... not so bad. Pretty good, actually. Salty, yes, but with a tinge of sweetness that she hadn't expected, and the texture of it felt surprisingly rich and smooth on her tongue. She liked it, and she was determined to have more of it.

She crawled down again, her nose taking in the musk of her man mixed up with his sweat, and she started to lick the ropes of sperm out of his body.

Tyler thought he was actually dreaming this. He was lying there, his body still recovering from the best orgasm he'd ever had, and Joy, more beautiful than ever, was now slurping his cum off his chest and stomach, like she was a cat lapping up cream and enjoying every drop. And for real, she did: she could swear the taste was getting better with each sample she got. She was going to have it all, she had to.

He watched as her tongue snaked out, eating up the pools of his seed, leaving shiny trails in its wake. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, her soft hair tickling his thighs, and he realized she was the greatest chick he would ever be with, the perfect girl, the one sent from Paradise itself. His cock was already back to full hardness and he knew he was ready to take her again. Hell, he felt like he could keep going for the next three days, up to the end of her vacation, if she wanted to. He would fuck her until he passed out, or until his balls were empty, dried out as prunes. She was that good.

But it was time for her to leave, as 8 AM had struck a few minutes ago now; and after she was done lapping the last strand of cum on his cheek, she leaned closer to his ear and whispered those words that he had heard so many times from so many girls, but they had never rang truer than on this particular moment:

"Thank you, Tyler. That's been the greatest night of my life."

She got up, moving toward the door, and he was trying to come up with something, anything, that would make her linger a little more:

"Joy, you, um... you don't want... to stay for breakfast?"

She turned back, smiling at him, and, as she put her forefinger on her lips, licking the remaining drops of his cum on it, she said:

"I just had one, silly," and she left.

Tyler's roommate was feeling better, but not by much. The whole night had been horrible, with nightmares followed by hallucinations, and he had been soaking his bedsheets with sweat the whole way through. Still, it was now over 8 AM, there was a lot to stuff that needed to get done today, so he would soldier on, do his best.

He got up, opened his bedroom door, and was welcomed with a startling vision.

To his right, a girl was walking slowly along the length of the corridor. She was fully naked, and she had a body to die for, one that would make a goddess envious. Her massive tits were bouncing gently with each deliberate step, her flared thighs and hips swaying in sync with her movements, and not a trace of body hair was to be found on her. Her hourglass figure was absolutely hypnotizing, and his eyes were glued to her, unable to look away.

As she got closer, he realized that her hair was totally dishevelled, and her body was entirely covered in a heavy sheen of sweat, giving her skin an amazing glow. Closer still, he could see the most blissful expression that ever was on a woman's face, with a wide open smile, and piercing, green, laughing eyes. It was so blissful indeed, that she didn't even notice him as she passed by his door, her stare entirely fixed ahead of her. He could also see white spots around the corners of her lips, a thick, slimy substance that he couldn't quite place.

And as he kept staring, taking in the view of her majestic round and firm ass, she opened the main door, and walked away.

He then shut his own bedroom door and immediately got back to bed.