My friends and I went out to a club one night for a girls’ night out. We always used to do this when we were pissed at our boyfriends and needed to air out our tails. We’d bump and grind with the old guys in the bar and remind ourselves how hot we were.

This night in particular, my boyfriend and I were not even fighting really. In fact, the girls and I were supposed to meet up with him later. We had planned to rendez vous late night so that he could work out any sexual tension that I had built up all night. He wasn’t into the bar scene, but he loved the fringe benefits of whiskey cunt. I had even let him put it in my ass a few times when I was really smashed.

This one night I ended up slow dancing with some older guy. He was wearing a wedding ring I noticed right away. But he had a sexy Southern accent that made me wet when he whispered in my ear—like when he whispered that his wife was away and he really wanted to fuck me tonight. He kept rubbing so close against me that I could feel his bulging cock through his pants. It felt huge and hard as a rock. I didn’t hesitate to rub my ass against it when I danced. Truth be told, he could have asked me to step out of my jeans and panties right there and I would have revealed my sopping wet pussy to him.
I had a lot to drink that night, and I was horny as hell. Without really being sure if I would go all the way with this guy, I told my friends what I was thinking about doing. They didn’t really like my boyfriend. It was obvious by the way they smiled at each other and encouraged me to fuck Brian. Caitlin even suggested that I tell my boyfriend that I was spending the night at her house. I took their encouragement as a sign that I should get fucked, so I called my boyfriend and told him I was going to spend the night at Caitlin’s place.

“I was hoping to get some drunk-ass nookie tonight,” he said.

“Me too,” I said, “but Caitlyn really needs me.” I had to stop myself from laughing as I said this.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” he asked.

“Of course. I’m going to want to take you up on that fucking when I see you.”

I hung up knowing that my boyfriend did not suspect a thing. He was cute but not exactly bright. I walked over to Brian. I felt like a total sexpot.

“You want to take me back to your place?” I asked him. His face lit up.

“Yes, I would,” he answered. “Let’s go honey.” He picked up his coat and put his large hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the place. He even opened the door of his pick-up truck to let me in. I love how nice these older married guys are. They’ll do anything to get some fresh pussy into their lives. I climbed up into his truck. All I could think about was if his cock was really as big as it seemed through his pants. I had to stop myself from reaching over and grabbing his crotch while he was driving us to his house.

He lived in an anonymous suburban house with big art glass windows. Inside, I saw a picture of his wife. She was one of those women who lose all traits of girlhood when they reach a certain age. She was built like a linebacker, and her short hair sat like a helmet on her head. No wonder this guy wanted to fuck my young sweet ass.

He led me right up to the bedroom where he tossed me on the bed and looked at me splayed out there. I put my head back on the pillow as he began to take off his belt while staring at me. His cock swelled like thick sausage under his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and revealed the most magnificent cock I have ever seen. It was as big as my forearm. My pussy ached at the site of it. I couldn’t wait to get it inside of me, and at the same time, I was a little worried that his massive dick would hurt me. I had been with a few guys beside my boyfriend, and I had never seen a cock as impressive as this one. The girls were going to be spazzing out when I told them all about this tomorrow.

Brian came over to the bed and took my clothes off. He whistled a long slow note.

“Girl,” he said, “you sure is fine.” He smiled and came on the bed with me. His skin was hot and his muscles were hard. His cock felt like a 2x4 between my legs.

When he tried to put that dick inside of me, its size became apparent. Brian had a hard time getting his enormous cock in my tight wet pussy. He was happy to shuffle around and try for a while. When that cock finally slid all the way inside of me, Brian let out a “yahoo!” The feeling of his great big cock inside my twat was an ecstasy I will never forget.

“Damn girl, you have one tight little snatch,” he said. I bucked into him and he smiled. “My dick ain’t hurting you, is it?”

I shook my head and he leaned down and sucked on my nipples while I continued to buck into him. Within minutes, I came the first time. I couldn’t help it. Brian had big strong arms, and he could pick me up and turn me over without much exertion. I wouldn’t let him put that giant cock in my ass though. No way. That cock would split my ass in two.

He continued to fuck me in all kinds of ways for a long time. He didn’t cum. He stayed hard and perfect as he made me cum over and over. He kept pounding into my sopping wet pussy as I came.

“Go ahead and scream, baby!” he called out. “No one’s going to hear you.”

I did scream. I let out big howls of excitement.

“Fuck me, Brian,” I said to him.

“You want to suck my cock?” he asked me after I had cum for the third time.

I joyfully nodded and crawled down to the bottom of the bed. I took a look around his matching beige-toned bedroom and decided to give Brian the blow job of his life. I was known among all of my friends as the best blow-job-giver among us. All of my boyfriends confirmed my suspicions that I gave them the best blow job they’ve ever had. When my friends needed dick-sucking advice, they turned to me, and I was about to aim all of my skills on the colossal dick in front of me.

Brian lay back and watched me as I took his massive tool in my hands. I realized I was holding my breath at the thought of deep-throating his man-stick. I dove in, letting saliva drip off my tongue and onto the head of his shaft. I licked under the purple helmet and ran the tips of my fingernails up and down the veiny trunk, but when it came time to stick that throbbing stem past my tonsils, I couldn’t get the whole enormous thing down my throat. That was fine. Brian was happy with me laying all of my tongue’s attention on his head while softly rubbing his balls and using both of my hands to jerk off his solid penis.

I stroked and licked for a good while, but I felt the veins bulge and the cock go even harder the second before he exploded into my mouth and right down my throat. I pulled my face away and let him shoot his spunk all over my face and tits. I felt like a filthy whore, but I was enjoying that feeling. He sat up when he was finished and asked me if I had a good time. I licked my lips and told him that he had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen and if his wife ever left town again, he shouldn’t hesitate to call me.

Brian cleaned up and gave me a ride home that night. He didn’t want his neighbors seeing me coming out of his house in the morning.

The next day I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what Brian was thinking. The whole night seemed like some kind of vivid wet dream. My jaw still felt sore from the massive dick I had sucked. I picked up my cell and saw that I had missed a call from my boyfriend. He had left message about how much he missed my sweet ass last night and how he couldn’t wait to see me today. I felt a little guilty, so I jumped in the shower and got myself ready for him. I didn’t stay guilty for long. My boyfriend and I weren’t engaged or anything. And what I had with Brian was only sex—beautiful, hot, fucking.