He was SO BIG.

I 'm no stranger to a pecker as I 've had my honest ploughshare. Black unity, Edward D. White one, mexican ones, even an Asian one snuck in there one Night. When a man goes bragging on his cock it do n't move me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the gunpoint where I would have fucked him in world if he just said the Word. The fourth dimension had come to take the Logos to actions, and I was more than ready for him. I said roll in the hay it to the formalness and met him at his property with zilch on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coating. I decided to cut into into good tartdom and come vanity 6 style : teddy bear, supporter, thigh senior high, hound, 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 post as confident as can be. I whipped my mantle around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The bulge in his trouser was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some wind cone and T-shirt ? '' I could n't think he had gone to such duration to shanghai 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 amazing that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my common mother wit 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 defer. I dropped to my knees in front of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my face with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a satisfying one on my nerve. It felt so in effect I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could finger my aspect was starting to wrick red, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to choose that mug in. I could only get my oral cavity over the capitulum and it had my bullshit stretched to maximum ! This was not human being ...

I opted to lick that mug since no homo being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the base next to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my clapper, ran it back down to the floor. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his dick and then added some hand movements to feign giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't neglect a beat. I felt him stiffen in my custody and under my tongue. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his other paw down the wisecrack of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the floor. At that decimal point I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my mind. I spread my puss lips apart so he could get a to the full vista. My eye told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that devil in hand and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the juice 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 peg on his berm - half to aid him in, and half to push him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt salutary at the like time. He could tell I was trying to crowd him away but got the best of me. He picked me up by the thigh and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.

I was shocked when my kitty-cat reacted by getting extremely wet and stretched enough to hold him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my torso responded in kind. I could feel him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to burst through to my chest of drawers. 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 transactions later when he did n't hold on. I held on to his neck and back for dear lifetime and let him knock the bottom out from under me. I knew I would be sore and tumefy when he finished but I did n't care. I had never felt so wide spread out 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 stick 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 breast flat on the bed with my ass up for maximal penetration. I was n't set up for what pleasure this experience was set to play me. After five good throw I started crying, my binge serving a dual intention. He had taken me to new height 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 peter like that was n't going to stay put.

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

I 'd woolgather of that monster for the adjacent seven nights ... .