I Think I Can Take It

I Think I Can Take It

I was sitting on my gran’s red sofa trying to watch a movie while feeling miserable as shit. Actually, the miserable feeling was into its fourth day, driving me crazy. It started last Saturday night; I’d been on the verge of getting my rock hard virgin boner into the sweet pussy of a petite, pretty as fuck mahogany chick that I’d been dating for a couple of months, when the usual happened; she changed her mind.

Inside the hotel, after sucking on her little tits and hairy pussy for a long time, preparing her for the big mac, I made the mistake of taking hold of her tiny hand and putting it on the throbbing, eager staff, hoping, to get her to do something other than lie there like a log. Like me she was a virgin too, eighteen to my twenty. As she tried to wrap her fingers around it and was unsuccessful, she realized what was waiting for her tight pussy, and panicked. After taking one long look at it with wide open, horrified eyes, she quickly got back into her skirt and panties and asked me to take her home. Like the few others before her I’d had similar experiences with, I didn’t want to apply force. I’m not too keen on risking a rape charge. She hasn’t called me since and refuses to answer when I call, which has me upset, because I really liked the sweet little thing and was sure that I’d finally score. I mean she had felt and rubbed it through my jeans numerous times and hadn’t shown any revulsion or fear; she had actually appeared eager for it.

Gran walked to the chair and stood over me, hands on her ample hips. She was a nicely thick woman, tall and shapely with a good firm body for a fifty eight year old. She had massive breasts that seemed defiantly inclined to resist gravity. Her dark brown skin was still very smooth and fresh looking and her ass which she usually kept unrestrained, that is, unhindered by roll-ons, was a delight to look at when she was wearing a thin skirt or tight shorts, which she seemed to like. I knew that she had been aware of my silent suffering for at least a couple days now, for I’d seen her watching me closely with a concerned look on her face a number of times. She’d probably guessed that it might be a love matter that I wasn’t prepared to talk about.

“What’s the matter baby? You haven’t been yourself for a few days now. If there’s anything I can do, or something you want to talk about I’m here for you.”

I looked up at her pretty, caring face and a wave of emotion overtook me. I started to talk but a lump and some pain in my throat prevented me from uttering a word. I felt my eyes grow wet, and before I could hold it back, tears gushed out. I didn’t sob or anything like that; the tears just flowed out.

“Oh baby, don’t cry, come talk to granny; I’m sure whatever it is I’ll find a way to help you overcome it.” She said, quickly plumping herself down next to me.

She put her arms around me and pulled me close to her, bringing my head down on her big soft bosom. Her fingers stroked my head and snaked through my neat, thick afro. As I felt her tender warmth I knew that I was going to open up to her despite the delicacy of my troubles. We’d always been close, and since I’d been living here with her over the past six months, waiting for my USA visa to go and join my parents who had migrated there on a permanent resident status, we had become even closer. It was just the two of us, my grandfather having passed away two years ago.

“I’m guessing your troubles are of a romantic nature?” she queried. I nodded
“Sort of,” I whispered.
“A bitter break up?” she probed, probably sensing I needed to be coaxed into letting it all out.
“A break up, sort of, but not bitter really, except for me, a little.”
“Oh…hmmm, you mind…?” she said, looking a bit confused.
“Well, it’s the recurring breakups that is bothering me.”
“I see, you having problems maintaining relationships?”
“Yes, I have a little problem, of a sexual nature.” I said the last bit very fast.
I felt her stiffen and her fingers grip the arm they had been resting on. I remained silent for a while, forcing her to ask:
“You’re having erection problems?” she asked, obviously holding her breath for the answer.
“No, I’m alright in that area,” I said quickly,

She relaxed visibly, letting out a deep breath. The hand that had been gripping my arm a little while ago, dropped to my thigh and as if to confirm my disclosure dropped onto my hardon which was still hanging around, due to the closeness of soft, sweet smelling feminine flesh and the added factor of the subject matter. She jumped, and pulled her hand away quickly.
“I’m still a virgin.”
“Oh,” she gasped, “and you’re anxious to change that.” She added, smiling.
“I try to, but every time I’m ready to get it done the girls change their mind.”
“What!” She exclaimed loudly, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “Why?”
“I’m…I’m a bit…you know…large”
I saw her look down quickly and then turn away, smiling.
“That is not usually a problem for a man, but I guess it could be…depending on how…big.” she said,

Once again she looked down, this time letting her eyes linger a little while. The mere fact that she was looking there made my cock lurch and I saw her eyes become very bright and her fingers fidget with the hem of her skirt before coming together in a tight lock. She licked her lips.
“Nobody seems to want to risk it” I said “one girl said I’m a freak.”
“No you’re not; don’t bother with what she said, some men do have large ones. How…large…you know, when it gets up?”
“A little over twelve inches long…and seven inches around,” I said, looking questioningly at her, trying to gauge from her response if it really was a freak dick.
“What, that big?” she burst out, “you kidding me?”
“No gran, I mean it.”

She looked straight at my crotch, at the bouncing movements going on in the basketball trunks I was wearing, her face reddening as much as it could through her rich brown skin.
“Do you mind…showing me it?” she asked tentatively.
I quickly reached down, suddenly anxious for her to see my dick, and hooking my thumbs in the waist band, raised up my butt and dragged the trunks down to my knees letting the massive tool spring loose.
“What the fuck…that is some big ass dick you got there boy!” she blurted loudly.

It was the first time I’d ever heard my sweet granny curse and to my ears it sounded very sexy.