Episode 2 of The Young and the Restless
In my story, I first encounter Eve, a stunning blonde girl, and start seeing her. Our time together in the boudoir is mostly fulfilling. I found her to be better than any other girlfriends I'd had before, and gave her a score of 9/10. Unfortunately, Eve's mother, who was living in another country, had a stroke, so she returned home to look after her. She suggested I meet Dawn, her close friend.
Later that night, around 8 PM, we heard a soft knock on the door. Eve opened it and hugged her buddy. She gently pulled her toward me and introduced me, "Dawn, this is the man I told you about earlier. He might be ugly, irritable, and antisocial, but there must be some good qualities about him that I'm unaware of. Nicky, this is Dawn. While she might not be as charming as you, she's a kind-hearted person, and I trust her completely."
I smiled, extended a hand in greeting, and said, "If Eve has told you such wonderful things about me, I can't imagine why you'd want to leave. Would you like me to pour you a glass of wine before you go?"
Dawn laughed, "I've heard some nice things about you before. I think Eve felt awkward about introducing me to you since she had doubts about your character. She was too late."
"Dawn, before you made your way here tonight, Eve described you as being attractive. If I had met you when I started dating her, I would've chosen you instead..."
Eve chuckled, "Kids, now that we've all met, let's sit comfy in the living room. Nicky, would you be so kind as to pop open the chilled bottle of Chardonnay you found in the fridge? Dawn, anything else you fancy?"
"No, thank you. Nicky, tell me about yourself - your job, passions, and exercise activities."
"I work as an architect, and my recent pastimes are tennis and... well, Eve. What about you?"
"I'm 25. I like reading novels, watching foreign films, nibbling on seafood delicacies, and hanging out with my friends, like Eve."
"We have a few interests in common: Seafood and Eve. That's an excellent start. But I'd love to learn more about you. How come Eve wanted to introduce me to you if she was upset with how I treated her?"
Both women giggled at our dialogue, and Eve chimed in, "Nicky is just not worth your time. Go find yourself a real man."
Dawn smirked, "I just received the highest compliment from a more attractive woman than me. And Eve, stop bothering your beau; I know he likes you."
Eve grumbled impatiently, "The fantasy of being with a better guy is appealing. I'll never divorce him if I care for him. To be honest, I'd been tolerating the mistreatment for far too long, and it's time for me to leave."
Dawn shifted her gaze toward me and inquired curiously, "Nick, how could you put up with the abuse for such a long period of time?"
"Well, I'm practically a saint. I was put on earth to make Eve behave like a decent human being. I've failed utterly."
We chatted amiably, tasting the white wine, and then the bottle ran dry.
When Dawn and Eve were discussing the shopping they'd done together, I seized the opportunity to examine Dawn. Eve was right again - Dawn's face was perfect and exuded tranquility. Her laughter was infectious. When Eve mentioned Dawn could lift one up and one down, I suspected the one up referred to Dawn's tremendous chest, which protruded prominently above her slender frame. Yes, I've always found big boobs irresistible. I wondered what the downside was. I couldn't see anything unattractive about her, but it puzzled me.
Once we'd spent about half an hour together, my openness to meeting Dawn again grew, and I invited, "Dawn, I know you don't really know me, but in these few moments we've spent together, you seem a lot better suited to me than my current girlfriend. Would you come to the nearest Starbucks, and we could discuss her behind her back sometime after Eve returns from Sweden?"
Dawn giggled, "I like you too. But if talking critically about Eve is the reason behind us meeting, we'll need a quieter place and more time."
I joined Eve, kissed her tenderly, and said, "Is this what you've truly desired?"
She smiled, "Baby, it's heartbreaking, but you deserve a fulfilling life. We'll stay in touch, and as soon as you find someone else, I'll return."
Two days later, Eve flew to Sweden. I drove her to the airport, and she cried as if her heart was breaking. I supported and comforted her, trying to remain strong, but it was so difficult - Eve and I had shared many special moments together, and our interactions weren't always perfect.
During the next afternoon, Dawn and I met up at Starbucks. She had a casual outfit on. Her pretty face and large breasts caught my attention. We mostly chatted about her bond with Eve and the other two girls. Dawn's tone was serious when she mentioned how much they'd miss Eve. She was the most vibrant among the three. Our conversation felt more formal than the one we had at home. I enjoyed Dawn's voice quality, her mature outlook, and her lack of sarcasm when discussing others. I believed Dawn to be a good person. Later on, when we discussed workouts and activities, she made jokes and exuded a delightful sense of humor. She was quite charming! When we split ways, I kissed her cheek and stated, "Dawn, I'd like to see you again. Give me a call or text message if you're interested. I'll be happy to accompany you for a stroll in the park, an evening at a seafood restaurant, or a French film at Landmark Theater."
I got home around thirty minutes after our meeting. Shortly after, I received a text stating, "I figured you'd be home by now. Yes, I'd love to see you for a movie." I smiled, but immediately felt guilty; Eve hadn't even been gone for long, and I was already thinking about someone else.
...
The film we watched was a French production about an older married couple with young children who sought trouble everywhere, ranging from protests against the government to employing violence and drugs. The director did a good job, and the actors were decent, yet the subject did not suit my liking. Consequently, my gaze kept shifting from the screen to Dawn's ample bosom.
At first, Dawn focused on the movie, but she, too, found it lacking, and the violence repulsed her even more. She looked at me and saw that my gaze had wandered to her assets. She chuckled, "You men are all the same. I bet you'll have the most exciting movie experience; your eyes will still find time to gander at my breasts."
I apologized, "Dawn, I'm sorry if I offended you. Normally, I enjoy French movies, but this one is too dark for me. Watching a disappointing film with a beautiful girl by my side, my mind couldn't help but..."
She giggled, "Nick, I'm not upset. In fact, Eve already told me about your fascination with large breasts. I was anticipating it. As a woman, I can't comprehend it, so maybe you can shed some light. Why do so many men prefer bigger portions of fat on a woman's chest rather than the same amount on her waist?"
"Ma'am, our hormones are puzzling creatures. Others tried to justify it through evolution, but I'm no scholar. I think God created men in such a way. Yes, men's minds can be bewildering, but women's thoughts are also complex. For instance, when a woman is displeased about something and her partner inquires how she's faring, her response is 'fine,' yet her tone implies anything but."
She grinned, "Neither of us finds this film amusing. Let's leave and go wherever you suggest. We can delve deeper into the mysteries of the sexes or do something else."
It turned out we ended up in a nearby small park with a cozy pond and watched the swimming ducks. We chatted less. Occasionally, my eyes wandered again to Dawn's breasts. She sensed it and sighed, "Nicky, it's not easy sitting beside you knowing that regardless of the subject, your thoughts will still be centered on that which lies beneath my blouse."
I blushed, "I'm not sure how to answer; however, 'tough' describes my situation."
She examined my face, then my groin, then sighed again, "I think it's time to head to your place."
...
At my home, I offered Dawn something to drink. She playfully eyed me, then teased, "Nicky, we both understand why we're here. I must confess, I wanted to touch you the instant Eve presented your picture in a Speedo. At that time, you still belonged to her, so I reluctantly remarked about your athletic body. The same evening, I dreamt about you. I'm embarrassed to share the details, but perhaps I'll tell you sooner or later. Your hungering gaze, constantly piercing my body, aroused me as well. Should we skip the formalities and engage in what we both want? After that, we can discuss everything else."
She peeled off her clothes, keeping an eye on me the entire time. When she faced me in her skimpy panties and ample-sized bra, my member was at its maximum length, trying to force its way above my undone belt. My erection was robust and throbbing.
Dawn frowned at my trousers and murmured, "It's best you remove them. Your giant might get hurt attempting to escape."
Her advice was spot on. I took off my shirt and trousers, leaving only my shorts. It may have spared my penis from breaking, but the majority of my swollen cock was now visible above my waistband. [end]
He smirked, "Your package stood out in the photo, even though it was deflated. Eve told us that you had something special, and the photograph didn't do it justice. She once attempted to describe an exceptionally pleasurable experience you two had. One of my friends masturbated while listening. I didn't, but that same night, I had a wet dream about us together. I remember during my orgasm, Eve appeared. I was frightened she would kill us, but instead, she smiled, gave us some advice, and eventually joined us. I woke up drenched in sweat, went to take a shower, and masturbated again..."
With an intimate tone, he said, "Hey, do you need help taking off your bra?"
She grinned, "Yes, it will be nice."
He moved behind her and, with shaking hands, undid the clasp. Her massive breasts jutted forward, the erect nipples glistening like large cherries.
He turned her around to face him and admired her most beautiful breasts. They were better than anything he'd ever seen in X-rated magazines. Absolutely the most perfect breasts he'd ever witnessed, even better than Kate Upton's! He imagined the old rating system. If there was an option for more than a 10, he'd choose that!...
Dawn watched him admire her and laughed, "Nicky, you can touch me." He hesitated briefly and felt her small hand caress the exposed part of his penis. He cradled her perfect breasts and uplifted them slightly. They were heavy, firm, and silky. He licked a nipple, relishing its sweetness. Dawn groaned and mumbled, "I want you inside me. Can it be as good as in my dream?"
He whispered, "I'm extremely horny. Your body is just too attractive. I don't think I can last long."
"Start slowly. My previous partners had smaller penises, and I suspect my vagina might struggle to accommodate you. But once it becomes used to you, please do whatever you desire."
He moved between her voluptuous thighs and examined her vagina. It was shaved clean, revealing plump, pink, wet labia. He wanted to eat her juices, but she anticipated it and said, "Don't. Just fuck me. I want our first time to be a genuine orgasm. After we become sensitive to each other, we can try other things."
He thrust his penis into her and penetrated her slowly. I'm not exaggerating when I say that Dawn desired me in her body, but her vagina was the narrowest he'd ever come across. It was as if he was trying to force a tiny needle through a vacuum-sealed hymen, not only narrow but also taut along her vaginal canal... As he advanced cautiously, his penis begged for a release. He resisted, resorting to thoughts of unappetizing foods he had to buy... Eventually, he managed to penetrate her fully. It felt like he'd been working on that for a whole year. He began thrusting into her, feeling her cunt walls gradually accommodating his girth. As he reached her womb, Dawn started to cry out and mumble, "You're so huge; I hope I survive your assault, but it feels incredible."
My penis gradually moved more freely inside her, and he increased his strokes. Suddenly, Dawn stopped moving, arched her back, and shivered all the way from her head to her toes. Her moans turned to screams, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her shaking subsided, and her limp body lay beneath his.
Her rapid breathing and over a hundred and twenty beats per minute pulse told him she was still alive, but somewhere else mentally.
His own orgasm was imminent. Seeing her huge bosoms dance in front of his eyes was the final trigger. He exploded inside her, soaking her with billions of sperm. When he was finished, he slowed down and, some time later, rolled over on his back.
He waited patiently for Dawn to regain consciousness, watching her enormous chest rise and fall with her breaths. He gazed at the incredible body and marvelled at how fortunate he was to have such a perfect form next to him.
Dawn's eyes remained closed for quite some time, but then a smile emerged on her face. She murmured, "Eve wasn't fibbing. You truly are an expert at this..."
He kissed her lips gently and said, "Your exceptional body makes everything simpler. In fact, the only hurdle I had was refraining from shooting my load as soon as I was in you. My prick was impatient to conquer your pussy. The moment it was in, it wanted to claim victory..."
Her face smiled, "Thank you for the kind words. Let me take a quick shower. I'll be back in no time."
The no time lasted thirty minutes. She exited the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her. She raised her arms to allow her body to expand, saying, "The shower was INCREDIBLE!..." As she ended her sentence, the towel opened at the front and fell on the ground.
Dawn grinned at me slyly, "Seems like your towel is just as naughty as you are. What's a girl to do when everything seems to conspire against her?"
I playfully teased, "Probably best if you just leave your clothes at my place. That way you'll never lose them and won't have any embarrassing moments."
"You've got some interesting thoughts for someone who's only known me for a short time. You must have some seriously perverted ideas about how a lady should act when she's not with her own belongings."
"Well, you're definitely right about that. So how about we try living together for a month? That way, you can show off your assets, I won't feel guilty peeking, and someone will be happy."
Dawn giggled, "And what makes you think you'll be the one not feeling guilty?"
"Easy. Seeing your beautiful body wiggle its way around, I'll always be hard. Plus, you'll see me exposed, so at least one of us will know when you're feeling wet down there."
"I'm not fond of us fighting about clothes before we even start living together. Maybe we can take turns? I have a suggestion: Since whoever has a guest gets to decide how we dress."
"You seem to think you're bossing me around just like Eve."
"Not really. It's more like you're enjoying being ordered around, Nicky."
"I'm not...I just love your clever words. I'll never admit it though."
She smiled, "Fine, but at least give me a try. I'll lay down on the bed and spread my legs."
I hesitated, "But what if you try to, um, do it? I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."
"What?"
"My erection. You were amazing the other day. I'd hate for you to lose out on your first attempt. Just last night, I dreamt about it."
Dawn laughed, "I'll just suck on it for a while. I'll give it my best shot."
Lying down on my bed with my head on a large pillow and legs spread wide, I waited for her. I even thought about how this would've never happened without Eve. Looking back, I was proud of myself for not pushing the issue. She lowered her head and gave it a few licks before saying, "This is a challenge, buddy. I promise I'll do my best, even if yours is, as you described, 'ginormous'."
She opened her mouth wide, wrapped her lips around the head, and bobbed her head a few times. Her mouth filled with spit, and I waited for the next sounds of choking.
Her face was animated and committed, but eventually she couldn't continue. I watched her tears form, and she revealed the problem: "This is harder than I thought."
I consoled, "That's okay. Just practice. There's no need to rush things. It took Eve quite some time to acquire the skill. I'm sure you'll get it eventually."
After attempting again, and again hearing her gag, she confessed, "You've never compared me to Eve?"
"No, but now that you mention it, she had an uncanny attitude towards sucking dick."
"Well, she must've had a deep dark secret, huh?"
She then asked, "Do other girls ever mention how good Eve was?"
"Not really. They seemed to be weirded out by the thought, almost embarrassed that they couldn't."
"Did you ever wonder how exactly she became so good at it?"
"Never crossed my mind. But maybe they think she had some secret practice."
Smiling, "Eve was quite the daredevil. She had a bet that she could eat ten hotdogs without puking in one sitting. She won. She began participating in hot dog eating contests, and she somehow then managed to win three."
I let out a laugh, "She never mentioned anything about that."
"No. I guess she was a little embarrassed."
"Truly, I'm glad I never knew. I would've never expected."
"So what do we do?"
We never mentioned the elephant in the room. "I'm all for not wearing clothes while you're here, if that's alright."
"Sounds fun. Let's do more things for now. We'll worry about the small details later."
We didn't discuss the missing blow job. Later, I placed a note in Dawn's pocket, recommending her to check out Brittni4u and Heather Brooke. The next day, she teased me on the lawn, and we ended up on the rug in the 69 position. I noticed she was no longer bringing it up, so it was an unspoken understanding that nothing would be discussed. We went to a restaurant, and she tried to unbutton my pants when we were walking.
Later that afternoon, she returned. We both got undressed and had some fun in the room. Neither of us broached the topic. I looked at some porn on my computer while she prepared to leave. When she was ready to leave, I reminded her of the note.
"I was going to get back to you about that. We'll give it another shot."
In the coming weeks, we regularly hung out together. The topic of giving head never crossed our minds. I performed oral sex on her and relished the experience. Another time, I satisfied her with my tongue, causing her to achieve orgasms three times in succession. Towards the end of this period, she beckoned me to try anal sex. It was evident Dawn was making an effort to compensate for her inability to give me a blowjob. As long as she aced every other sexual position, it was just as good as my encounters with Eve.
My birthday was drawing near. A week prior to my big day, Dawn inquired about my gift preferences. I chuckled, "A red Ferrari. However, I'll settle for a delicious chocolate cake with a cold beer, followed by intimate times with the sexiest woman alive."
She smirked and said, "You'll receive the chocolate cake and beer. The sex, on the other hand, will only be provided if you agree to let me decide the type of foreplay."
"Okay, boss. It's your call."
Our workload at the office was excruciating during these days. Every day, I came home late, ate, showered, and yearned to fall asleep. Dawn and I had sex only twice within a span of five days...
On Saturday, my special day dawned. I awoke around 9 am, basking in the morning sunlight that seeped through the curtain and the birds chirping. Overjoyed by the refreshing slumber, I stepped out of the bathroom, just as Dawn loitered at her bedroom door. With a flirtatious expression, she uttered, "Sir, are you ready for your birthday present?"
"Dawn darling, I'm ready, although a hearty breakfast seems more appealing first."
"No!"
I chuckled, "Alright, my lady is in charge..."
Stripping off her clothing, Dawn lay between my legs, revealing her breathtaking body. Smiling seductively, she mumbled, "Kindly take off your clothes and lie on the bed with your legs splayed wide."
In the back of my mind, I speculated that she desired to blow me again after a shameful failure a few months ago. I tried to persuade her, "Please, it's a uplifting day. Let's attempt it anew and savor something that works brilliantly. As a matter of fact, anything else would be preferred."
"Nicky, have you forgotten that you agreed to give ME the authority?"
Nodding in agreement, I capitulated, "Very well, dear one. It's your call."
She gazed at me with a sensual expression, sporting a revealing baby blue dress that didn't conceal any part of her voluptuous body. My eyes were fixated on those magnificent mammaries, bobbing languidly before me. Just as I was about to touch my erect member, she kissed it tenderly and murmured, "Dearest, forgive me for the last time. I've been practicing, and this time we're bound to make it work."
Her lips enveloped the tip, and with aplomb, she gave it a kiss. With a subtle grin, she murmured, "Sir, I want to make it clear, the last time I failed you. I'm hoping you'll forgive me, and this time, we'll form a close bond."
Her lips swirled up and down my organ, bestowing gentle caresses at first. I kept quiet, patiently awaiting the dreaded gagging noises. After five inches submerged in her mouth, I ensured she was Dawn. She swallowed it whole, still stroking my member. I was awe-struck!
All of a sudden, she raised her head, winked playfully at me, and began bobbing rhythmically on my erection. Her skills had flawlessly improved. My climax neared. "Dawn, I'm almost there," I warned. "Be cautious."
She heeded my advice, her bottom moving in perfect tempo, until finally, I gushed into her mouth. She managed to swallow my semen entirely before my orgasm subsided. Dawn lifted her head, eyed me with a smirk, and posed the question, "Happy Birthday boy, how does the new Dawn appeal to you?"
I kissed her gently, feeling her lips still carrying traces of my seed, and said, "I'm astonished. You exceeded my expectations in every way."
She blushed, "Well, in your grading system, are you considering me around Eve's level now?"
Confused, I reiterated, "No, you're superior. I don't want to offend Eve. But how did you figure out about the scores?"
She cackled, "Eve was correct. Males are essentially straightforward. I eavesdropped on your conversation one night when you boasted about your girlfriend's talents. I initially disapproved of your obsession, but it became a battle I was compelled to win. I accepted your fixation, but I felt crestfallen over my inability to please you orally. Determined to improve my skills, I practiced profusely." She gazed at me, eyes shining.
"Baby, I'm astounded by your devotion and the stunning outcome. Your lips created a wonder today, and I'm so appreciative. Still, my body desires the main dish. Can I please have sex with you now?"
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