He was SO BIG.

I 'm no alien to a dick as I 've had my fair contribution. Black 1, lily-white one, mexican ones, even an Asiatic one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his dick it do n't travel me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point where I would own fucked him in populace if he just said the word. The prison term had come to take the row to actions, and I was more than fix for him. I said fuck it to the formalness and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally zippo, not even a oceanic abyss pelage. I decided to dig into broad tartdom and come Vanity 6 style : shift, supporter, thigh highs, heels, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could have been picked up for indecent exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his topographic point as confident as can be. I whipped my ness around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The bulge in his pants was so artificial I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some sock and t-shirts ? '' I could n't conceive he had gone to such duration to impress me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to draw the goon that appeared in my pharynx to go away. That mug was so awe-inspiring that every orifice on my organic structure was screaming to get close to it, but my rough-cut sense was telling me I would never take the air or talk again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the mettle to get bigger. I had no choice but to present. I dropped to my human knee in front of it and told him to peck with it. He lightly tapped my expression with it but I grabbed grasp of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a solid one on my cheek. It felt so good I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could sense my face was starting to turn red, I opened my sassing as all-embracing as I could to fill that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the head and it had my jack stretched to maximum ! This was not human being ...

I opted to lick that mug since no man being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the base of operations next to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the cornerstone. I kept this going until I had a rhythm method of birth control on his tool and then added some helping hand movements to simulate giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't leave out a beat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my natural language. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his former hand down the crevice 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 legs and placed them behind my drumhead. I spread my purulent lips apart so he could get a full view. My middle told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that fiend in hand and rubbed the head into my snatch and sucked up all of the succus there. I moaned at the pressure sensation he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head in with no number but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his shoulder joint - one-half to help him in, and one-half to crowd him away a bit. It hurt like the pits but felt practiced at the same time. He could say I was trying to fight him away but got the sound 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 crack wet and stretched enough to conciliate him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my body responded in variety. I could find him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to burst through to my bureau. He was, by far, the full sex I 'd ever had.

I came the get-go time within five arcminute of him fully entering me, and again 10 second later when he did n't block up. I held on to his neck and back for lamb life and let him knock the rear out from under me. I knew I would be sore and tumefy when he finished but I did n't manage. I had never felt so spacious open and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his glossa in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near dull down there. Then I felt him try to pose that big affair in my ass and I had to resist. My kitty would follow back to normal with some ice. My ass was another story altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my body bent to his will. I lay with my dresser flat on the bed with my ass up for upper limit incursion. I was n't set for what pleasure this experience was set to bring me. After five good CVA I started crying, my tears serving a duple design. He had taken me to new heights with the pleasure he was giving me but I knew he would not be a sustain man. As bad as I wanted him all to myself, a man with a putz like that was n't going to stick put.

In the instant of his climax, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to wind around him and commit him close, but for him that was ordinary. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my dead body was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let log Z's take on me away from this mess hall I 'd walked into.

I 'd dream of that monster for the adjacent seven nighttime ... .