He was SO BIG.

I 'm no stranger to a dick as I 've had my fair percentage. Black 1, white ones, mexican ones, even an Asian one snuck in there one dark. When a man goes bragging on his hawkshaw it do n't prompt me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point in time where I would ingest fucked him in public if he just said the word. The metre had come to take the intelligence to action, and I was more than set for him. I said nooky it to the formalities and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally aught, not even a trench pelage. I decided to delve into entire tartdom and fare Vanity 6 flair : slip, garter, thigh senior high school, heels, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could give been picked up for indecent exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the room access, and I walked in his blank space as confident as can be. I whipped my cape around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The bulge in his pant was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some socks and T-shirt ? '' I could n't believe he had gone to such duration to shanghai me. But then he reached in and began to wind off that mug. What ? I had to draw the lump that appeared in my pharynx to disappear. That mug was so awe-inspiring that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my vulgar sensory faculty was telling me I would never walk or tattle again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the nerve to get cock-a-hoop. I had no selection but to resign. I dropped to my knees in forepart of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my face with it but I grabbed appreciation of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a solid state one on my cheek. It felt so commodity I asked for more. And More. And more. When I could feel my nerve was starting to turn red, I opened my mouth as panoptic as I could to consume that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the forefront and it had my shit stretched to maximum ! This was not human being ...

I opted to lick that mug since no homo being could possibly fit their oral cavity around it. I started at the base next to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the bag. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his pecker and then added some hand movements to simulate giving him read/write head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't miss a beat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my knife. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his other bridge player down the crack of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the floor. At that point I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my wooden leg and placed them behind my principal. I spread my pussy lips apart so he could get a full view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that freak in script and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the succus there. I moaned at the pressure he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head in with no issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my pegleg on his shoulder joint - half to help him in, and one-half to promote him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt good at the like time. He could evidence I was trying to drive him away but got the effective of me. He picked me up by the thighs and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.

I was shocked when my pussy reacted by getting super wet and stretched enough to fit him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my torso responded in sort. I could experience him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to abound through to my chest. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first clock time within five moment of him fully entering me, and again 10 minute of arc later when he did n't turn back. I held on to his neck and back for dear living and let him knock the bottom out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swollen when he finished but I did n't wish. I had never felt so astray unfastened and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his tongue in my ass first. I could barely finger it since I was damn near numb down there. Then I felt him try to stick that big thing in my ass and I had to protest. My snatch would do back to rule with some ice. My ass was another tale altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my body bent to his will. I lay with my chest 2-dimensional on the bed with my ass up for maximum incursion. I was n't ready for what delight this experience was set to add me. After five good shot I started crying, my bust serving a double design. He had taken me to new heights with the pleasure he was giving me but I knew he would not be a kept man. As bad as I wanted him all to myself, a man with a putz like that was n't going to appease put.

In the import of his climax, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to wrap around him and pull him close, but for him that was average. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my body was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let sleep take me away from this mass I 'd walked into.

I 'd dream of that colossus for the succeeding seven dark ... .