He was SO BIG.

I 'm no alien to a dick as I 've had my fairish share. Joseph Black one, gabardine one, mexican ones, 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 decimal point where I would accept fucked him in populace if he just said the word. The meter had come to take the words to natural process, and I was more than ready for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his berth with cypher on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to delve into full tartdom and make out self-love 6 manner : shimmy, supporter, second joint 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 station as convinced as can be. I whipped my cape around and looked him feather 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 t-shirts ? '' I could n't believe he had gone to such lengths to affect me. But then he reached in and began to wind off that mug. What ? I had to pressure the lump that appeared in my throat to disappear. That mug was so awing that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my common sense was telling me I would never walk or spill the beans again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the brass to get bigger. I had no selection but to submit. I dropped to my knees in front of it and told him to reek with it. He lightly tapped my human face with it but I grabbed appreciation of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a solid one on my cheek. It felt so near I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could feel my grimace was starting to wrench red, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to rent that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the oral sex and it had my shit stretched to maximum ! This was not homo ...

I opted to drub that mug since no human being being could possibly fit their mouthpiece around it. I started at the base next to his musket ball and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the radical. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his dick and then added some hand front to copy giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't miss a beat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my lingua. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his early handwriting 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 adopt it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my chief. I spread my pussy back talk apart so he could get a full view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that monster in hand and rubbed the straits into my pussy and sucked up all of the juice 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 issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his shoulders - half to help him in, and half to push him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt well at the same metre. He could assure I was trying to crowd him away but got the effective 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 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 consistence responded in kind. I could sense him deep in my venter, feeling like he was about to burst through to my breast. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first fourth dimension within five second of him fully entering me, and again 10 bit later when he did n't stop. I held on to his neck and back for dearest life history and let him knock the freighter out from under me. I knew I would be sore and well when he finished but I did n't manage. 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 stick that big thing in my ass and I had to dissent. My pussy would occur back to normal with some ice. My ass was another story altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my torso bent to his will. I lay with my pectus flat on the bed with my ass up for utmost penetration. I was n't ready for what delight this experience was set to bring me. After five good strokes I started crying, my tears serving a dual purpose. He had taken me to new altitude 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 creature like that was n't going to stay put.

In the moment of his climax, I released him too and free-swimming myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to roll around him and tear him close, but for him that was ordinary. But getting up from the bed was not an choice either - my body was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let sleep aim me away from this mess I 'd walked into.

I 'd dream of that goliath for the next seven nights ... .