I did n't have to think twice, the ad was clear about the turncock size and the icon was there to shew it. It seemed very real. We planned to run across at this little strip mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a white BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the windowpane and I saw him. He was a bounteous man with mystifying blue-blooded optic. But his greying pilus turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my founder 's age. But I gave in to curio, I thought I needed to see his dick, was it really 8 inches long ? He was married, like me, and we had no alternative former than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a way as he was very concerned with privacy. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to take me to this little storage adeptness where he was renting a quad. We got there and after he parked the car in the memory room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the backbone seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and balls. He was near enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great shape given his age, I tickled his teat and squeezed my hired hand down his trouser to reach his ass. A nice, house and hairless laughingstock cheek was estimable to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to breastfeed him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his slide fastener and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus Christ came on land for His instant get along, I would have been less surprised ! In straw man of me was the most beautiful dick I had ever seen. A fully 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with engorged veins running along its dark, rock-hard duration. The head was the sizing of a big purplish plum tree, the ridge around it was quite deep and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked money box he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was unacceptable to ask this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay grimace down on the leftover side of the bonnet and on top of the left buffer. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hole as well as on his peter. I liked he was considerate and did not desire to offend me. He knew he had to be gentle as his size was beyond strange. He started teasing my arse with his fingers. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many yap he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the moment. I was the prosperous one here, I did n't heed his grey hair anymore. His two finger's breadth felt like a gentle recitation taking me to high excitement horizontal surface. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a preliminary to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a short imperativeness signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was good. Just with his fingers, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep pharynx with no success, but I was able to blur his cock with that wooden-headed saliva a gagging throat can give, the honorable lubrication.

'' Time to please you, boy, '' he said in a rather commanding tonus and showed me the hood.

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a great fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... fill ... I pushed to stretch my hole and his peter just popped inside my heftiness ring. My ring was ready to crack. This was the thickest heading I ever took. I was stretched to my limit point, but kept pushing to facilitate the pain from the prick that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge flush against my anatomical sphincter while stroking my buns and back.

'' I want you to make a respectable time. I 'll take caution of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lubricant on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his duncish column inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking postponement. I could not push any Sir Thomas More, only experience impaled by a grotesque dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of column inch and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A match Sir Thomas More times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow and late push button until my ass juices drenched him well. I could assure he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his head to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the duration of his shaft. I was in 7th Heaven, a thickset piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the greatest of delight. I felt my ass muscle opening extensive every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide open every time he plunged in. This was the most proportionate fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some kind of mental match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. beginning he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a stab of ecstasy when his 8 inch were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few prison term and asked if I was felicitous. I could only nod, I was out of breathing place. His sound balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this curious racket and feel sticky when hitting my balls. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his cock against my depart cheek before plunging trench, then he did the Same on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and thrust himself violently making me moan loud and find imperfect. He pulled my impertinence up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom ends. I was losing control and fasting. I came with various spurts staining the movement left tyre. I could evidence he enjoyed my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my cervix with his pecker still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the skillful fuck of all meter and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the best orgasm you ever had, I have a cloak-and-dagger, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the honest climax already ... is he so old he forgot it ? '' I wondered.

But he knew what he was saying, I didn't.

He allowed me a couple of minutes to recover, his heavily prick always in my ass. He pulled his rooster 's scape back till his thick ridgepole reached my sinew ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridgepole passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my anatomical sphincter again but in the opposite focal point. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my anatomical sphincter locked in the open lieu, my ass liquidity started flowing down my thighs, my dick throb but unable to cum, I had no vocalisation, just moans and hums and an immense urge to let my interior out through my rectum. I had no concept of fourth dimension during this physical and emotional tryout, I was a soft mass with no possession. With a moan from trench inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one hour or one minute, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my world was elevated to a sovereign layer of sexual climax. My first anal retentive climax. I was woozy and flying as if I were on drugs. He made me a cock-traveler, sitting on the flying cock-broom and never touching down. I was shaking like a miss in her first coming. I had to try very severe to breathe as I was under my practiced plowman 's spell turning my skittish system into a serial of lilliputian but unremitting convulsion. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass muscularity was so dilated that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing instrument came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and weak. My underwear was soaked with my juice still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in minute. The next day, my brawniness mob was still wide unresolved, this hullabaloo was a huge lading to take. I did n't go to work, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another academic session for the watch week, a school term that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no constituent of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not label a soul from his age or looks .