Surrender to Size: A Hot Barn Encounter

God, Lily, I never thought – someone like you doing this.

I pulled back just enough to say:

Bet plenty of women would kill for this. And it’s Lily, remember?

Right, Lily, he panted. But it’s you I’ve been dreaming of.

I dove back in, my pace relentless, savoring his gasps until he tensed, flooding my mouth with a rush so intense I nearly choked. I swallowed every drop, unwilling to waste it. Even soft, he was impressive. I trailed my fingers over him, coaxing him back to life, and asked:

Nate, does the lady of the house ever sneak out here to see you like this?

Not like this, he said, voice tight. Sometimes she lingers by the vines, watching when she thinks I’m alone.

That minx, I thought, spying but not indulging? A shame. I wondered if I could shake things up for all of us. But right now, it was just Nate and me. He gently pushed me back, his eyes hungry:

This is incredible, Lily, but I need to touch you now.

He leaned over me, his lips closing around my nipple, sucking with a rhythm that made me squirm. I teased:

With all the women you must know, why mine?

Yours are perfect, he said, voice muffled. Forget anyone else – it’s only us here.

He lavished attention on my breasts, licking, nibbling, his hands squeezing until I came undone, trembling beneath him. I needed more. I told him, and his eyes lit up, though I saw a flicker of worry – his size, no doubt. I was nervous too, but too aroused to care.

I pushed him onto his back, straddling him. My hand barely circled him as I guided him to my entrance. I was soaked, but his size made me pause, wondering if I could take him. Slowly, I lowered myself, expecting pain, but my body yielded, stretching around him with a delicious fullness. The sensation was electric, every inch igniting nerves I didn’t know I had. He groaned:

Thank you, Lily. I never thought I’d feel this with someone like you. Some say I’m too much.

I grinned, thinking I must be the boldest he’d met, and said:

Don’t worry, Nate. I’ll show you there’s more like me out there – though maybe not quite like this. Let’s just feel this now.

I rode him, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the way he filled me completely. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, then roamed to my breasts, pinching my nipples. I leaned forward, letting them brush his lips, and he sucked eagerly, sending sparks through me. The pleasure built, crashing over me in waves, one orgasm blending into the next. He followed, his release hot and overwhelming, flooding me.

We collapsed, breathless, but seeing him soften was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I stroked him, watching him harden again, and he said:

Lily, let me take over this time, if that’s okay.

The idea of him above me was intimidating, but I was all in. I lay back on the blankets, spreading my legs, and said:

I’m yours, Nate. Do what you want.

He knelt between my thighs, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He entered me again, my body now accustomed, every thrust a perfect mix of power and care. He moved with purpose, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt every inch of him, the friction driving me wild. I clawed at the blankets, my moans echoing as orgasms ripped through me, one after another. He came again, his warmth spilling into me, and I shivered with satisfaction.

I wasn’t done tasting him. I leaned down, licking him clean, savoring the mix of us. His hands found my breasts, kneading them with a reverence that made me ache. He whispered:

Lily, you’re unreal.

That sparked me again. I told him to stand, and I knelt before him, pressing him between my breasts. I said:

You’re obsessed with these, and I’m crazy for you. Let’s make this good for both of us.

This is heaven, Lily, he groaned.

I moved, my breasts enveloping him, mimicking the rhythm of our earlier connection. His moans grew desperate, and when he came, the sight of his release against my skin was intoxicating. I traced my fingers through it, tasting him again, the act feeling primal and perfect.

Even soft, he was a marvel, and I couldn’t resist teasing him back to life with my tongue. A new desire stirred – I’d always craved pushing boundaries, and I wanted him everywhere. I told him, and he froze, stunned:

You mean it, Lily? I’d never ask – thought it’d scare you off.

Oh, I want it, I said, my voice thick with need.

I got on all fours, my heart racing. He positioned himself behind me, his touch gentle but trembling with anticipation. As he pressed against me, I braced for pain, but my arousal eased the way, my body welcoming him with a slow, intense stretch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and pleasure I’d never known. He moved carefully at first, then faster as my moans urged him on. He said:
Thank you, Lily. I’ve wanted this forever, but no one’s ever trusted me like this.

Guess you needed someone as wild as me, I gasped, laughing through the pleasure.

The intensity built, my body shuddering with each thrust, orgasms crashing over me like waves. He followed, filling me, and we collapsed, spent. Realizing my friends might be stirring, I cleaned up, slipped my dress back on, and headed to the house.