She spotted him across the bar and her pussy clenched on instinct. Mike, her old boyfriend, the one with the cock that used to ruin her for weeks after every fuck. Six years gone and there he was, bigger than she remembered, leaning against the counter like he owned the place. She walked straight over, no bullshit, and said, "Buy me a drink and then take me somewhere I can sit on that huge cock again."
They didn't make it to his apartment. The second the door to his truck closed he had her hand on his lap, rubbing the thick ridge already straining his jeans. "Still the biggest you've ever had?" he asked, voice low and rough. She squeezed hard and nodded, feeling it twitch under her fingers. "Bigger than I remember. Get it out."
Mike unzipped and pulled his cock free. It was exactly like she remembered, long, veined, and thick enough that her fingers didn't meet when she wrapped them around it. The fat head was already leaking. She leaned over the console and licked the slit, tasting him, then opened wide and took as much as she could. He groaned and pushed her head down, feeding her more until her throat tightened around the head. Spit ran down his shaft as she bobbed, gagging wet and messy, one hand working the base she couldn't reach.
"Fuck, you still suck cock like a whore," he said. She moaned around him and kept going until her jaw ached. When he pulled her off she was panting, lips shiny, and her panties were soaked through.
They made it inside his place just far enough for him to bend her over the kitchen counter. He yanked her skirt up, ripped her thong aside, and rubbed that massive head up and down her slit. "Still tight?" he asked. She pushed back, trying to take him. "Find out."
He didn't ease in. One hard thrust and half his cock was buried in her pussy. She cried out, stretched so wide it burned in the best way. He pulled back and slammed deeper, again and again, until his balls slapped her clit and she was full to the limit. "That's it, take every inch of that huge cock," he growled, gripping her hips and pounding. Her tits bounced against the cold counter. Every stroke dragged along her front wall and she came hard within minutes, pussy pulsing and dripping down his shaft.
He didn't stop. He flipped her around, lifted her onto the counter, and shoved back inside. Legs over his shoulders, she watched his thick cock disappear into her stretched cunt, shiny with her cream. "Look at that greedy hole swallowing me," he said. She reached down and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, another orgasm building fast. When it hit she squirted a little, soaking his balls. He laughed dirty and kept driving into her.
They moved to the couch.
She rode him, sinking down slow at first so she could feel every vein stretch her open. Once she bottomed out she started bouncing, ass slapping his thighs, tits in his face. He sucked her nipples hard and slapped her ass, telling her what a slut she was for chasing his cock after all these years. She came again, grinding down, clit rubbing against him, then climbed off and turned around so he could watch her ass while she fucked herself on him reverse.
He took over, thrusting up so hard she had to hold the back of the couch for balance. "You want it deeper?" he asked. She nodded, breathless. He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees on the floor and mounted her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other spreading her cheeks so he could watch his cock split her open. The angle let him hit her cervix on every stroke. She begged him not to stop, told him his huge cock was the only one that ever felt right.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the rug. Legs spread wide, she held her knees while he sank back in and fucked her with long, deliberate strokes, making her feel every inch going in and out. Sweat dripped off him onto her tits. When he was close he pulled out, stroked that thick cock over her stomach, and came in heavy ropes across her skin and pussy lips. She rubbed it into her clit and came one last time, shaking.
They lay there catching their breath. She looked at his cock, still half-hard and shiny, and knew she wasn't leaving yet.
