I did n't sustain to think twice, the ad was illuminate about the cock sizing and the photograph was there to prove it. It seemed very real. We planned to forgather at this little strip show mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a E. B. White BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a handsome man with deep spicy eyes. But his greying haircloth turned me off. I ca n't do it with mortal that is my father 's age. But I gave in to curiosity, I thought I needed to see his prick, was it really 8 column inch long ? He was married, like me, and we had no alternative early than the car or a hotel elbow room. He did n't wish us renting a room as he was very implicated with privacy. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to admit me to this small storage facility where he was renting a place. We got there and after he parked the car in the depot room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the rearward seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pant down and started sucking my gumshoe and balls. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his organic structure was in great shape given his age, I tickled his mamilla and squeezed my hired man down his trousers to reach his ass. A squeamish, firm and hairless butt cheek was ripe 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 rose hip up, I pulled his pant down all the way. Well, if I was told that Savior came on earth for His second coming, I would have been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with engorged venous blood vessel running along its night, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the rooftree around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His ball were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked cashbox he was all wet and slippery. My but complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to be active, we got out of the car and I was going to lay fount down on the left over face of the hoodlum and on top of the give fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hole as well as on his tool. I liked he was considerate and did not want to suffer me. He knew he had to be conciliate as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his finger's breadth. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many holes he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the moment. I was the lucky one here, I did n't mind his hoary hair anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle recitation taking me to high agitation levels. He stretched me well and then added a thirdly fingerbreadth. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressure signaling I was reaching my limit point. 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 smutch his cock with that loggerheaded saliva a gagging pharynx can give, the best lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a capital fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my crevice, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my yap. It felt ... ful ... weft ... I pushed to elongate my fix and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My doughnut was ready to crock up. This was the wooden-headed drumhead I ever took. I was stretched to my bound, but kept pushing to ease the pain in the neck from the prick that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge gush against my anatomical sphincter while stroking my fundament and back.

'' I want you to have a good time. I 'll take care of you, '' he responded in a consoling way while adding lube on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a twain of his thick column inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not push any more, only feel impaled by a monstrous prick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a mates of inches and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A twain more than multiplication and I adjusted to the touch sensation. He kept penetrating me with retard and bass push button until my ass juice drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his drumhead to get out of my ass. My sphincter muscle was pumping him along the distance of his beam of light. I was in 7th nirvana, a thick piston plowing my ass, a great man giving me the greatest of pleasures. I felt my ass muscleman opening full every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide open every clock time he plunged in. This was the most symmetrical fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of genial match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me slow, then fast, then slack in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of disco biscuit when his 8 inches were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few time and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of breath. His labored balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel awkward when hitting my nut. Then he turned a little to the English rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my nerve apart and thrust himself violently making me groan aloud and feel weak. He pulled my cheeks 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 fast. I came with several spirt staining the front left tire. I could recite he enjoyed my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his prick still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the best fuck of all fourth dimension and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the secure orgasm you ever had, I have a surreptitious, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the in effect sexual 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 grueling prick always in my ass. He pulled his turncock 's spear back till his midst rooftree reached my brawn ring from the inside. He pulled just a minuscule bit more till his midst ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridgepole to rub against my anatomical sphincter again but in the opposition direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knee joint began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquidity started flowing down my thigh, my dick throbbing but unable to cum, I had no phonation, just moans and hums and an immense urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this strong-arm and excited test, I was a soft hatful with no willpower. With a groan from abstruse inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soulfulness to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one second or one hour, is anybody 's surmisal. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a sovereign level of climax. My foremost anal orgasm. I was dizzy 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 daughter in her first sexual climax. I had to try very hard to pass off as I was under my expert ploughman 's spell turning my nervous organization into a series of fiddling but constant upheaval. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoon inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass brawniness was so dilated that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing tool came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and imperfect. My underwear was soaked with my succus still dripping out. I took a shower bath and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in mo. The next day, my brawniness mob was still wide open, this excitement was a huge load to convey. I did n't go to work, I had to pillow. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the following calendar week, a session that was as fulfilling and spectacular as the get-go one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not gauge a soul from his age or looks .