He was SO BIG.

I 'm no unknown to a tool as I 've had my bazaar share. inkiness ones, Caucasian ones, mexican ace, even an Asian one snuck in there one Night. When a man goes bragging on his dick it do n't move me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the compass point where I would have fucked him in public if he just said the Word of God. The sentence had come to take the words to natural action, and I was more than cook for him. I said shag it to the formalities and met him at his station with nothing on. Literally nil, not even a trench coat. I decided to delve into full tartdom and fall toilet table 6 style : shimmy, supporter, thigh highs, heels, and a ness. If his street had been a well lit one I could hold been picked up for indecent exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his place 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 knickers was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some drogue and t-shirts ? '' I could n't believe he had gone to such lengths to move me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to coerce the chunk that appeared in my throat to disappear. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my common mother wit 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 brass to get big. I had no selection but to submit. I dropped to my genu in straw man of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my fount with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a strong one on my cheek. It felt so good I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could feel my case was starting to call on red, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the head and it had my Irish bull stretched to maximum ! This was not homo ...

I opted to figure out that mug since no homo being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the base next to his ballock and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the root word. I kept this going until I had a rhythm method of birth control on his dick and then added some hand movements to assume giving him head word. I kept my mouthpiece wet so that we did n't miss a beat. 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 early hand 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 get it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my head. I spread my cunt sass apart so he could get a full perspective. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that monster in hand and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the succus there. I moaned at the insistence he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the pass in with no issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his shoulders - half to serve him in, and half to crusade him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt estimable at the same time. He could differentiate I was trying to push him away but got the best 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 pussy reacted by getting extremely wet and stretched enough to lodge him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my body responded in kind. I could experience him deep in my belly, feeling like he was about to break open through to my dresser. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first time 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 honey spirit and let him bump 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 wide open and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his tongue in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near numb down there. Then I felt him try to puzzle that big thing in my ass and I had to dissent. My twat would come 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 chest flat on the bed with my ass up for level best penetration. I was n't ready for what pleasure this experience was set to take me. After five right cam stroke I started crying, my tears serving a twofold purpose. He had taken me to new heights with the pleasance he was giving me but I knew he would not be a save man. As bad as I wanted him all to myself, a man with a cock like that was n't going to stay put.

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

I 'd stargaze of that monster for the next seven nights ....