After work one unseasonably warm February day, Michael stopped at the liquor store for some bourbon; it had been one of those stress-bombs.  As he was crossing the parking lot, he noticed a girl on her cell outside the store.  She was a cute little thing, petite and svelte, with medium length brunette hair, wearing a plaid skirt and a tight, long-sleeve pink top; Michael pegged her at about twenty. Cute as she was, she was in a rage.  "Are you serious!  Oh my god, fuck you!" he heard her exclaiming as he entered the store. Yikes!

On his way back out--he spent a pleasant ten or so minutes shopping before picking a bottle of Blanton's--Michael saw her sitting on the curb with her head in her hands.  His initial reaction was to mind his own business and be on his way.  Don't need any drama, he thought to himself.  But as he was stepping past her, Michael sensed that, in addition to being in some measure of distress, she wanted someone to intervene without being asked.  Shit, he mused, what am I about to get into here?

"Excuse me," he said, from about ten feet away.  The girl peered up, not saying anything.  It was apparent she was on the verge of tears, or at least had been.  "Are you okay?"  She looked him up and down.  Michael, having arrived right after work, was wearing a navy Ralph Lauren suit with a mango tie and brown Oxford shoes.  He had a light beard, glasses.  She immediately, somehow, felt safe sitting next to him.

"Um," she began, wiping her face self-consciously, "My fucking asshole boyfriend left me here, and my phone just died."

Michael sighed.  "How long have you been out here?"  "Forever.  Like, over two hours."

He paused, thinking.  After a beat, he leveled his deep blue eyes at her and stated, "Look.  It's obviously not a good idea to be just sitting out here.  Do you want me to make a call for you? Uber?"  The girl tensed up for a moment, uncertain.  "No money for that," she exhaled.  "And I don't want to talk to anyone I know right now."  Michael took another pause, running a hand through his hair.  "Then let me give you a lift.  You know, to some place where you can charge your phone, at least," hesitatingly adding, "Maybe collect your thoughts." He spoke in a calm, reassuring tone. Weighing her options, she said, "I don't know, like..." her gaze went from the ground to Michael's shoes, to his crotch, where her eyes lingered just a little too long.  Eventually meeting his eyes, she blurted out, "yeah, okay."

He motioned her to follow him; she got up and dusted her skirt off.

"Whoah, this is your car?" she said of Michael's black BMW.  "Yep."  Michael opened the passenger door for the girl and held it open.  She felt a subtle pang of lust, swinging her body into the leather seat.  After circling around and getting into the driver's side, he started the car and said, "I'm Michael.  What's your name?"  "Becca."  "Well, it's nice to meet you, Becca."  Michael held his right hand.  Becca thought this both strange and comforting, extending her own hand following an unsure second.  Michael's was strong and a bit rough; Becca's was soft and delicate.

As he drove away from the plaza, Michael asked, "So where should I take you?"  Becca was quiet.  Glancing over at her, Michael couldn't help but notice the young woman's slender, nubile thighs and perfect, creamy skin reaching out tantalizingly from her skirt.

"I'm not really sure," she began.  "I don't want to go home, I definitely don't want to go to my boyfriend's house, my friend isn't around...," Becca sighed. "And I don't want to just end up at some other store."

There was tension, but each could tell the other liked it the longer the moment drew on.  "Look, I don't live far from here," Michael began, "You can charge your phone and think about what you want to do.  At least get a glass of water.  When was the last time you ate something?" he asked, with genuine concern, which she felt like a splash of cold water on her face.  Becca didn't answer immediately.  Feeling another pang of lust, stronger this time, she said, "okay."

Michael's house was clean, orderly and tastefully decorated.  His kitchen was drenched in shiny stainless appliances; a magnetic knife rack held a series of gorgeous Japanese layered steel cutting implements.  Large, warm-palette abstract paintings covered the walls.  "Wow," Becca whispered.  He gave a little chuckle.  "Here, give me your phone, I'm sure I've got something to charge it with, just have to find the right thingy." After finding the proper adapter and plugging in Becca's phone to an outlet, Michael went to the refrigerator and got her a bottled water.  "Here, get a little hydration, you'll feel better."  Taking the bottle, Becca's hand brushed his; she felt a jolt of passion.

Giving her a moment, Michael sat down at the kitchen bar.  "So, boyfriend trouble, huh? Sorry to hear that.  I'm sure it'll blow over, though."  Becca blushed and looked away.  Taking a gulp of water, she paused.  "Well, I don't think so," she started, frankly asserting, "I told him he has a tiny dick and he left me in a fucking liquor store parking lot." There was a deeply awkward pause.  "So, yeah, we are definitely through."  Michael rubbed his chin, "Oh.  Well, yeah...fuck, that was an incredibly shitty thing to do," unwieldly adding, "him leaving you there, I mean."

Becca was pacing back and forth in the kitchen demurely, sipping water, looking around Michael's house.  "So, you want something to eat, Becca?  Some fruit, maybe I can whip something up?  You've got to be starving."  "Actually," she replied, but then stopped herself, biting her lip.  After hanging around a parking lot under the sun, she felt grimy, as though Michael's pristine house were judging her. Taking a deep breath, the young woman began again.  "Actually--this is going to sound weird--but after being out in that gross place, thinking about that asshole...I kind of feel like...I need a shower."  Becca turned toward Michael, tucking a strand of hair behind her right ear.  Michael couldn't help but take in the sight of Becca's legs again, her tiny waist, delicate hands, arms, shoulders and pretty, lively face.  She had green eyes, an adorable, pert little nose and some light freckles on her cheeks.

Their eyes locked.  The mutual desire was palpable.  Becca was starting to feel herself moisten. "Oh, okay...Yeah, sure."  Michael stumbled a bit over his words.  He was trying to keep his pulse in check.  His skin felt like he was standing next to a barbecue.  Desire danced a slick waltz between them; each let the spirit of it soak in.  Michael cleared his throat.  "So, there's a bathroom right here off the kitchen, but the one upstairs has a bit more privacy."  "That's okay, this one right here is fine."  "Let me get you a towel, then.  I need to change out of this suit anyway."

In the shower, a frosted glass stall, Becca smelled Michael's body wash as she stood beneath the wide, incredibly pleasant rainfall fixture.  Using a product for men made her, slightly confusingly, wetter than before.  With every ounce of her will, Becca wished for Michael to come into the shower with her.  After soaping up and rinsing off, she started to doubt herself.  What if this dude is a murderer, or really into weird S&M stuff, she thought.  However, the feeling had lodged itself deep in her being.  She wanted him, and wanted that longing to radiate to him.  A few more moments passed, and the realization, No, he really is a nice man and wouldn't dare walk in on me tempered her ache. 

The bathroom door then softly opened and closed.  A taut series of seconds passed and the shower door clicked free.  Becca slowly turned to see Michael, nude, standing in the doorway.  Looking him in the eyes, she blurted out an emphatic "yes!" Michael smiled.  She looked over his manly body, his strong shoulders, legs and arms.  Of their own volition, her eyes moved to his penis and testicles; Becca let out an audible gasp.  Michael was still flaccid, but very impressive, not just in size, but attractiveness. "Oh...oh my fucking god!"  Michael's smile grew wider as he stepped into the stall.  Becca was transfixed on Michael's manhood as it swayed back and forth.  He reached out and caressed Becca's shoulders.  "It's okay, go ahead."  Becca eagerly picked up his penis and began stroking it with her right hand.  She slid the fingers of her left hand under his balls.  They were big, heavy, hanging, shaven.  Becca's desire was so intense she began to feel lightheaded.  Michael's cock grew erect very quickly.  "Fuck. I can barely get my hand around it!" she declared.

As Becca held Michael's pulsing dick in her hands, he took his own and caressed her face.  Bending down, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply.  Feeling his beard, his rough lips on the soft ones of her own, made Becca feel like she could climax at any moment.  Michael pulled away a bit and said, "We can't have a girl as hot as you have a tiny dick problem."  Becca felt drunk, her head was swimming with sexual jubilation.  All she could do was moan "yes!"

"Let's see what we have here," Michael said, examining Becca's body.  He ran his hands over her perky little breasts, pausing to gently caress each nipple. He slid his hands dexterously over her abdomen, down and around to her ass.  He gave her buttocks a little squeeze.  "God damn, you are a tight little hottie, huh?  This is going to be fucking amazing."  He pointedly, leisurely, moved his right hand around to Becca's clean-shaven pussy.  He took his index finger and made slow circles around Becca's labia and clitoris.  Becca breathed a heavy, elated breath.  After a moment of exploration, Michael felt how wet Becca was, and couldn't help himself.  He gently took his finger and entered her.  Becca gasped in ecstasy.  "God damn, sweetheart," Michael whispered, "this is...wow!"  Becca was still holding his cock and balls dearly, as if it were a dream, and letting them go meant waking up.  Michael removed himself from her and placed his hands on her hips.  A glorious, quiet moment under the water went by as their eyes began making love.  "So, this is what we're gonna do.  We definitely need to make sure you're good and ready for Thumper."  "Oh my god!" Becca exclaimed, "Your dick's name is Thumper! Oh my god that is so fucking hot!"  Taking her left hand from his testicles, she pulled at his neck so that they could kiss again.  Becca friskily bit Michael's tongue before releasing him and whispering, "I have to have Thumper in my mouth right fucking now."  She got down on her knees.  As warm water flowed over their bodies, Becca took in the spectacle of Michael's beautiful cock up close.  Becca brought her lips to Michael's dickhead, planting them on it with repeated fervor.  She applied sweet kisses there, and then down his substantial shaft.  She pulled back, looking at it again in disbelief.  Giving his meat a few vigorous pumps, Becca squealed in delight as Michael's balls bounced.  "Oh my god. Oh my god!  Thumper is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"  She hungrily lunged forward and put his glans in her mouth, swirling it with her tongue.  After several moments, Becca stopped to take stock.  "I'm going to get lockjaw sucking this thickass cock!"  "Here, baby," Michael leaned down and lifted Becca's chin to meet his gaze.  "We don't want that.  Let's do this for a minute instead."  Michael stepped forward, dangling his balls over her mouth.  She eagerly popped his right testicle into his mouth and sucked.  Michael pressed his fully erect cock against her face.  The warmth of this manhood against Becca's nose and forehead was electric.  She moved to the left testicle, and Michael gently slapped his girthy dick on her face.  After a moment, he lifted it away teasingly.  "More!" Becca moaned.  "I want more!"  "Baby, now it's my turn," Michael responded.  He scooped her up easily with his strong arms, standing her against the glass.  Without penetrating her, Michael slid his cock between her legs, and pressed his body to hers.  "Oh my god, oh my fucking god! Michael..." Becca whispered.  Kissing her deeply again, Michael firmly grabbed her breasts.  Easing off of her, he got down on his knees.  He gave her tender smacks of his lips on her stomach, moving down to Becca's tiny pussy.  He explored her lovingly with his mouth.  The tip of his tongue zeroed in Becca's swollen clitoris.  Her passion rose to a boiling point.  Michael crossed and rounded her clit with various parts of his tongue; time stood still as Becca flattened her back against cool glass.  He offered his pleasure to her with such relish that the water seemed to hang in the air. Suddenly, violently, she burst into orgasm.  "YES!  FUCK YES!"

Michael allowed the moment to breathe.  He stood and backed a step away from Becca, observing.  Panting, as she burble of the shower water faded forward, Becca whispered "now.  I want you in me now."  Michael smiled.  "Not just yet, sweetie.  I've got just a bit more work to do. Turn around."  Even though she had just cum, Becca's excitement jumped, knowing what he was going to do next.  "Yes, daddy," she quietly said, complying.  Michael knelt down again.  Becca leaned with her face pressed against the stall, presenting her tight ass to him.  For a few moments, he caressed her buttocks with his hands, and applied gentle kisses.  Then, he slowly pulled her cheeks apart and moved in.  The tip of his tongue moved up and down softly over Becca's asshole.  "Fuuuuuck.  FUCK!" she moaned.  He changed up his motion and began moving his tongue in circles.  "I can't wait, daddy! I need it!  I need you inside me!" Becca screamed.  Michael eased off and slapped her ass.  "Okay, but you do know I'm taking your asshole too, right?" "Yes, daddy, yes! Fuck my pussy first!"

Michael stood up.  Gently spreading Becca's legs apart, he moved into position.  Becca could not contain her excited moans.  He slid his cock between Becca's labia, deftly slapping his dickhead against her clit.  After slipping back and forth a few moments, it was finally time to enter her.  Michael tenderly pressed his head insde.  "Slowly, baby!" Becca moaned.  As she felt the ridge of Michael's dickhead penetrate her, Becca wailed.  "YESSS! Oh god fuck fuck fuck FUCK!"  Michael gently pulled slightly away and then back in, just the tip, over and over several times.  After many soft thrusts, he started going deeper.  Becca's pants grew to a low groan as eventually Michael penetrated her fully, rubbing her cervix with the head of his cock.  He held himself here, flexing his big meat inside her.  Becca instinctively began fingering her clit vigorously.  Michael gently stroked her inside for another orange-hot stretch of time.  Becca began to tense up, crying "I'm cumming daddy!  I'm cumming again for you!  Fuck YES!"  Michael felt Becca squirting over his thick penis, and began thrusting again, harder than before.  As he pumped his great manhood into her, Michael slid his right hand around to her ass.  Gently, gingerly, delicately, Michael worked his pinky into Becca's asshole.  She could no longer form words, just emitting a constant babble that occasionally boiled over into a yelp.  Her body was a productive volcano of euphoria.  She had never experienced such intense bliss before.  With her clitoris, pussy and asshole being stimulated all at once, Becca felt all of her sensations merge to a single point of fiery pleasure.  Meanwhile, Michael had moved from penetrating her ass with his pinky, to his index finger, to his index and middle fingers.  His big, heavy balls slapped against her with emphatic, wet thwacks.

Becca exploded again, the most intense orgasm so far.  Rushes of dire joy fell upon her, over and over.  Her spine was a lighthouse, rotating golden spiral of exuberance.  Overwhelmed, she whispered, "Stop."  Michael pulled his fingers out of her asshole, ceased thrusting and flexed his dick a couple more times inside her.  Once more, the murmur of the water faded into focus.  Knowing it was time to experience the next phase of their session, Becca softly stated, "I'm ready."  Michael eased out of Becca's pussy, placing his still-throbbing dick against her anus.  "Oh, fuck," Becca breathed.  She was woozy with delight and anticipation.  "I'll be gentle," Michael reassured her.  "I was with your pussy, right?"  He softly pressed his head into her, not able to get past the ridge on the first few tries.  Slowly, patiently, he continued into her.  "You are so incredible!"  He proclaimed in awe.  Positioning the shower head so that water was falling directly on Becca's ass to ease entry, he kept going.  She had gotten quiet, so full of electricity moving swiftly from head to toe.  All of her energy coalesced to the point of penetration.  The girthy tip was in; Michael carefully persisted deeper.  Slowly, deliberately and easily moving back and forth, he felt Becca's body quivering, legs starting to buckle.  "Just a little more, baby, I'm about to cum."  Only about half of Michael's length was inside her.  Becca's tight, tiny asshole gripped his meat like no woman had ever given him.  He could feel himself building an explosive load.  He wanted more, it was so delicious.  The sensation of anal sex with Becca was as new as his first orgasm, fresh and wonderfully unfamiliar like a first-ever bite of sushi.  Trying to hold on, he gave her one, two, three more gentle pushes.  But it was too much.  Michael removed himself from Becca, and spun her around to face him.  Wide-eyed, Becca watched as Michael's huge cock shot out six spurts of hot cum.  The first flew over Becca's face, landing in her hair.  The second hit her on her bottom lip.  The third sprayed against the bottom of her left breast.  The fourth hit her right hip.  The fifth and sixth alighted her thigh.  Their intense breathing matched the pitch of the running water into an abstract music each clung to in exquisite desperation.

In the afterglow of what they had just shared, Michael pulled Becca to him and held her tightly.  Covered in cum, Becca instinctively reached for Michael's still-tumescent penis, holding it like a piece of treasure.  They stood there together as their heartrates walked back down to normal levels.  Michael leaned forward and kissed Becca once more, and they tasted his cum together.  They separated and stared into each other's eyes for a long, luscious time.  Neither could speak.  Eventually, Becca smiled and leaned back against the stall.  "Michael, uh, I have to pee."  Michael smiled back at her, scooping her up by her buttocks, easily lifting her and pinning her to the glass wall.  "Let yourself go on me, baby," Michael whispered.  Becca closed her eyes for a moment. She did as instructed, urinating against Michael's body, flowing down over his lower abdomen, dick and balls.  They locked eyes a final time as she freed herself upon him.  Becca's mouth fell open, a new kind of ecstasy she had never felt.  When she was done, Michael set her down and said, "My turn!" Becca took Michael's manhood in her hands and directed it toward her stomach.  As the urine started to flow, she playfully jostled his cock so that it sprayed everywhere.  When he was finished, they embraced again.  After a minute, Michael got the body wash and soaped them both up with care.  After rinsing, he turned off the water, and they stood there, taking in each other's bodies with their respective, euphoria-glazed gazes.

Suddenly, Becca lit up.  "Oh! I bet my phone is done charging!"  Bounding youthfully out to the kitchen, she grabbed her cell and ran back, the wet soles of her feet pattering the tile floor.  She took Michael's cock in one hand and opened the camera on her phone with the other.  She snapped a quick pic and texted it to her boyfriend.  "This Thumper, a real cock.  A real cock I just got finished being thumped by. I bet you're so ashamed of your tiny piece of shit excuse for a dick that you beat off to this.  Lol" Michael and Becca smiled widely for several minutes after that, staring at the incredibly hot pic on her phone.