He was SO BIG.

I 'm no alien to a peter as I 've had my fair plowshare. Black one, flannel ones, mexican one, even an Asian one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his putz it do n't displace me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the item where I would birth fucked him in populace if he just said the word. The time had come to make the words to actions, and I was more than gear up for him. I said fuck it to the formality and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to delve into full tartdom and come up Vanity 6 style : teddy, supporter, second joint highs, blackguard, and a mantle. If his street had been a well lit one I could take been picked up for indecent exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his place as sure-footed as can be. I whipped my ness around and looked him square up in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The bulge in his pants was so unsubstantial I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some socks and tee shirt ? '' I could n't believe he had gone to such lengths to impress me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to force the lump that appeared in my throat to disappear. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my dead body was screaming to get close to it, but my vernacular sense was telling me I would never walk or talk again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the nerve to get bigger. I had no choice but to reconcile. I dropped to my knees in movement of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my look with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a upstanding one on my cheek. It felt so ripe I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could experience my face was starting to rick red, I opened my mouth as across-the-board as I could to look at that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the top dog and it had my horseshit stretched to maximum ! This was not human being ...

I opted to lick that mug since no human being could possibly fit their oral cavity around it. I started at the root side by side to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the base. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his cock and then added some hand motility to imitate giving him capitulum. I kept my oral cavity wet so that we did n't lose a heartbeat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my tongue. 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 full point I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my nous. I spread my pussy lips apart so he could get a full horizon. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that teras in hand and rubbed the head into my cunt and sucked up all of the juice there. I moaned at the pressing he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head in with no matter but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my wooden leg on his shoulders - one-half to help him in, and one-half to crusade him away a bit. It hurt like blaze but felt unspoiled at the same meter. He could tell I was trying to drive him away but got the estimable of me. He picked me up by the second joint and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.

I was shocked when my cunt reacted by getting first-rate wet and stretched enough to conciliate him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my armorial bearing, my consistence responded in kind. I could feel him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to burst through to my chest. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first prison term within five minutes of him fully entering me, and again 10 minutes later when he did n't stop. I held on to his neck and back for heartfelt sprightliness and let him knock the rump out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swollen when he finished but I did n't care. I had never felt so wide open and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his spit in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near numb down there. Then I felt him try to get that big thing in my ass and I had to protest. My pussy would come back to pattern 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 thorax categorical on the bed with my ass up for maximum penetration. I was n't quick for what pleasance this experience was set to take me. After five good strokes I started crying, my tears serving a duple purpose. He had taken me to new top with the delight 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 tool like that was n't going to stay put.

In the moment of his orgasm, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to roll around him and pull him close, but for him that was ordinary bicycle. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my dead body was spent. I heard him get in the rain shower and decided to let catch some Z's conduct me away from this mess I 'd walked into.

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