I was hoping to sleep with Cassidy the cowgirl tonight, or, at the very least, interact with those beautiful lips. I’ve almost never failed on a first date, so that morning I was brimmed with confidence. The thought of her gorgeous face and curly hair fueled my cock and I grew harder and harder as I approached the shower. I hopped in and the water felt so nice. I lathered up Valentina’s teardrop titties with soap and cleaned them good. I put one hand under the water, slipping a couple fingers into her cunt and rubbed its roof.

“Such a clean girl,” I breathed into her ear and kissed her cheek. Then I spun her around and pushed to her to her knees. She looked up at me and I grabbed my hard cock, sliding it between her lips and into her mouth. She hungrily slobbered all over it. A proper filthy blowjob—perfect for the shower. She bobbed and gagged and tried to take me into her throat. I held her big breasts like a lever and thrusted deep, imagined I was thrusting into Cassidy’s gorgeous mouth. She took me in and I began thrusting, making her grab my legs and rubbing her pussy on one. I leaned down and smacked her ass and she yelped, and then I pulled her ravenous ass off my cock and again turned her around, awkwardly twisting her body in the small slippery shower. I put her on her knees and slid her forward until everything but her slit was under the warm water. Her ass was big and soft. I pushed my head into the water, leaned over her, and felt up her tits. Cassidy got me sorny.

I bent my knees, trying to find the best position for getting my dick inside Valentina. Ultimately I towered over her and barely got my cock low enough to line it up with her pussy. I squeezed and pulled her ass up and drove myself inside and she cried out.

“You feel so fucking good daddy!” I liked the sound of that, and kept a steady thrusting pace, pulling myself almost all the way out of her and then pushing myself deep again and again and again. She rubbed her clit. “You fuck me soooo good I’m gonna fucking cum so hard,” she moaned, and then she did, squirming and writhing and gripping my cock so tight. The shower washed away some cream every time my penis revealed itself, and then I drove it right back in, deep into that beautiful pussy.

Her skin was dark and she had a tiny body with surprisingly large tits and ass. Honestly her tits were some of the best I’d ever fucked, or even seen. I groped them and pounded her from behind and felt my orgasm build.

“Ah fuck,” I sputtered.

“Cum all over me baby!” she exclaimed, and she slid off my cock and turned to face me on her knees. The water rained down on her wet hair and all over her face and into her mouth a bit as she cried out, “Cum on my face!”

She stuck out her glistening tongue and pushed out her tits and stroked my cock and ran her fingers over my balls, aiming my dick at her face. She had a crazed look on her face and she rubbed my dick on her tongue. I desperately wanted to cum all over that gorgeous face, but releasing twice on the day of my date with Cassidy felt like a bad idea. Suddenly I pushed my dick forward, sliding it up her tongue, and shoving it down her throat. She looked up at me so hungrily I knew she wanted me to spurt my seed deep down her throat and into her belly.

I held my big dick fully in her throat for a second, then pulled it away. I replaced it with a thumb and pressed onto her tongue and moved the other thumb onto her clit. And I rubbed both. Hard. Her eyes rolled back and she squeaked a little and I stimulated her lady bits and slapped her tits. She came hard, crying out and creaming my fingers. I felt her pussy convulse and ripple, until I didn't. I pulled away and laid back in the shower. She laid in my arms, content, and I licked my fingers and slapped her tit. She giggled.

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Cassidy showed up at my date with straight hair. She wore a big white shirt tucked into black pants, and a big smile. She was tall and confident and beautiful. We immediately hit it off, sitting in the heated COVID outdoor dining shed of the pho place. There were six or so tables in the little shack but we were the only occupants.

It was a great date. We talked about movies and our jobs, and I made her laugh a lot. She told me about an ex of hers that knew me, how she broke it off after it was still a situationship ten months in. Their relationship was all about fucking. Talking about exes on a first date is not necessarily the move, but I was glad the topic was sex, and my dick moved.

We joked about her addiction to diet Dr. Pepper and mine to plain seltzer. We’d been playing footsie pretty much the whole time, but at some point her leg was straight up resting on mine. We leaned forward into each other and talked close. She smelled good. Even though I was slightly disappointed about the lack of curls in her hair (she had gotten it straightened), she was stunning and I was so into her.

We talked about exercise and how she’d love to run but can’t.

“Why not?” I asked, hoping her kneecaps weren’t eroded or something like that. Do they even do that? 

“Because of my boobs.” My ears perked up. I had forgotten about her boobs. I love a pair of beautiful tits but couldn’t even clock the size of hers. I’d hoped they were big of course, though I love any sized breast, as long as it’s gorgeous, but I couldn’t tell from any of her pictures or even from looking at her two feet in front of my face. Her shirt was big and white and blinding, and I thought maybe she was a slightly larger girl (love me some big soft bellies), but now I wasn’t sure.

“What about your boobs? I’ve seen girls run before and I’m pretty sure most of them have boobs.” 

“Ya but mine bounce around and it hurts. They’re really big.” I fought to keep my composure as blood rushed from my head and down my body. Wait she has huge tits? Fuck.

“Oh. Cool,” I said nonchalantly and she laughed. “But don’t they have sports bras for that? They can’t be that big!”

She looked at my with her big brown eyes and tongued her slightly buck teeth. Such a cutie.

“They’re big,” she said again, ending the conversation on that. I gotta get my hands on these, and my eyes, and my mouth. And put my cock between them. I changed the subject and we laughed some more and ate our pho, and, even though it was delicious, we ate so little because we talked so much.

Once our legs were touching again I leaned over and asked if she wanted to come back to my place. She stared into my eyes and smiled, but shook her head.

“I don't do that on the first date.”

I pleasantly understood her with my words and body language, and I paid and walked her to the subway. At the top of the stairs she turned around.

“This was fun,” she said, and went in for a hug. We hugged deep and I could smell her hair and my fingers pushed into the down of her jacket. I pushed further and they pressed into her skin. Through pure willpower I did not get hard. It was a long hug.

I pulled away but kept my arms around her. She looked at me openly. I leaned in to kiss her and she fully reciprocated. It was a busy street with people walking all around us into and out of the subway, but we made out sloppily without a care in the world. I twirled my tongue with hers and held her neck. I grabbed her side and it was soft and felt amazing.

The look she gave me when we finally let go was otherworldly. She wanted me bad, and I her. She went down the subway and texted me when she got home. I sent a picture of me smiling. She sent one back. Gorgeous creature.

The next day we made plans to watch a movie at the theater. During that exchange she sent me an incredible text:

“Preparing my Thursday fit”

Under it was a picture of her bed, and sitting on it was a pair of diet Dr. Pepper branded panties. My dick swelled.