His Friend's Big One

Now I feel pretty bad about this experience, still. But I really don't regret it anymore. I was going with this guy for a few months (Mark) and he was fun and very attentive. We had a blast together, he was funny and smart (yada yada yada) but in the sack there was much to be desired. He was only 5" erect and thin, like three pencils put together. He could never get me off ******* and he tried hard at oral but still something was missing.

Anyway, one night we were all out making the rounds of bars around the college we were going too at the time. Me, Mark and his friend Mike. I had met Mike before and generally liked him. He was tall and strong, kind of arrogant and pushy though, especially with women. Suppose that was just his "alpha male" side coming out, or whatever that is, though it was true with him and stood out in stark contrast to Mark when you were around both of them. So we drank pretty heavily and Mark really started to get drowsy after about the fourth bar we hit. I could tell he was going to pass out ... he was a pretty light drinker. Mike and I were still going strong but we decided that we should probably take Mark back to Mike's place.

Now, I had no real intention of doing anything with Mike. I thought we might have a night cap, laught about Mark and I'd just curl up next to Mark on the couch. Mike was fairly insistent though, and as soon as we drug Mark into the apartment and put him to bed, Mike was all over me. I was wearing short black dress, really accentuated my double DDs, and sheer white panties. Mike's hand was in my panties almost immediately, and while it was uncomfortable at first, to be honest, I liked the forceful attention he was giving.

I can generally hold my own with guys. Refuse when necessary and stick to it. But as he ground his body into mine and rubbed my ****, I could tell this man was packin something impressive between his legs. At the time, I had only been with one other guy before Mark and he was not much bigger. I had heard a lot from girlfriends and was just curious what a huge **** looked like in the flesh. Basically all this was going through my head and I felt myself relent and become seriously horny at the same time. I helped Mike with his zipper. Now I wasn't prepared for what flopped out and pegged me on the chin! At least 8 in and thick! almost like a softball bat. I mean it didn't shoot straight up and seem almost painfully hard like Marks. Now this monster flopped down and looked so aggressive and manly without being erect. My panties were soaked.

I really like oral and so went long and slow on this ****, as long as Mike could stand. I tried my best to get more than the head in, but when I got down as far as I could go, I stopped and just licked it all over, head, shaft, his droopy balls, coating them all with saliva. It was a true monument by the time I was done, standing straight out and full and smooth. It just seemed healthy to me, unlike Mark's superhard, thin, and veiny **** when he got hard. I would have continued if Mike hadn't forcefully pulled my mouth off it and pushed me into his bedroom.

I took my dress down by the side of his bed and started to tittyfuck him. Now this was like a serious X-rated stuff, with my double DDs and his 8" shaft. I could tell he loved it and I loved licking the head everytime he came back up (I had too unless I wanted to get pegged in the nose!). This persisted for about 5 minutes before he peeled my dress down, threw me on the bed like a sack of potatoes. Then he pulled my panties to the side, gave my ***** a quick pat down with his fingers and I was so wet that he slid in.

Never have I been ****** like that ... not since. This man reached wayyyy down! I was surprised it wasn't more painful, but perhaps cause I was so turned on by the whole experience, my ***** just decided to accommodate whatever went into it. Wave after wave of pure pleasure shot through me. And it was truly because of his impressive tool. Now I've heard that psychologically it makes a big difference, just the sight of one this big. Now I know that's definitely true. I couldn't have imagined the look on my face, as I looked down through my spread legs, his whopper hanging down between his legs. So aggressive it seemed, about to penetrate me. After what felt like ages he flipped me over and really pounded me doggy style. This was even better. I felt so slutty and submissive, like I was presenting myself to him. I never felt like that with Mark. And Mike was a machine, so manly and powerful. He thrust into me and thrust into me. I must have climaxed at least four times in this position alone. Eventually he started to give and was grunting intensely, swept pouring off of him. With a couple of powerful thrusts that rocked the mattress up and pushed the whole bed my direction, he unloaded deep into me. I could feel that deep warm sensation in my belly, like drinking hot cocoa only the other way around! He was so deep that it must have immediately stuck to my cervix--only a little dribbled out when he finally pulled it out.

Mike and both seemed basically wore out. We just lingered in bed. I finally took off my panties, which were ruined by this point, and rested my head on his chest. Typically, one time is enough for me, and it definitely was for Mark. But I still felt this urge when I saw that heavy **** resting on stomach. It didn't deflate like Mark's and become a little nub. It kept a lot of its size and weight. Just how obscene it looked, flopped over on his leg like that. I started to suck on the head and lick him all around, just like I had so carefully before. Soon enough he flipped me over, started pounding away again. I don't what time I finally passed out.

In the morning, Mike and I woke up before Mark and I started to suck on Mike again, but strangely he pulled me away and acted all arrogant. That was probably the best thing, but still surprised me. We eventually got Mark off the couch and into my car. I broke up with him a week later, and then spent another week as Mike's fucktoy before he finally moved onto another girl. Since then I've been married to a guy bigger than Mark, but not nearly like Mike. I still have a strange infatuation with big *****, especially now that I'm divorced.