I met him at the bar after my shift, both of us a little buzzed and horny as hell. He was older, built like a truck, and when he pulled me into the back hallway I felt his cock already thick and heavy against my thigh. "You ever had a big one before?" he growled, and I shook my head, my pussy clenching at the thought. I was nineteen and still tight, never taken anything close to what he was packing.
We barely made it to his apartment. He shoved me against the door the second it closed, yanking my jeans down and cupping my bare ass. His fingers slid between my legs and found me soaked. "Fuck, you're dripping already," he said, voice low and rough. He dropped his pants and I saw it for the first time: thick as my wrist, veined, the head fat and flushed. My mouth went dry but my cunt got wetter. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, or tried to. My fingers didn't even meet.
He pushed me to my knees. "Suck it," he ordered. I opened wide and took the head, tongue swirling over the slit, tasting salt. It stretched my lips and I gagged when he pushed deeper, but I wanted it. Spit ran down my chin as I bobbed, jerking the shaft with both hands. He fucked my face slow at first, then harder, telling me how good my slutty little mouth looked stretched around his big cock.
When he pulled out I was gasping. He lifted me onto the kitchen table, spread my legs, and rubbed that massive head up and down my slit. "This is gonna hurt at first," he warned, then shoved in. The stretch burned, my pussy walls straining around the girth. I cried out but rocked my hips, taking more. Inch by inch he sank deeper until I felt full, stuffed, his balls pressed against my ass. He didn't move right away, just let me adjust, thumb circling my clit until the pain turned to heat.
Then he started fucking me. Hard, deep strokes that punched the air from my lungs. Every thrust hit spots I didn't know existed. My tits bounced, my nails dug into his arms, and I begged for more. "Bigger than you thought, huh?" he grunted. "Tell me how much you love this big cock splitting your tight cunt." I moaned it out filthy and loud, calling myself his whore, telling him to wreck me. He flipped me over, bent me across the table, and drove in from behind. The angle let him go even deeper; I felt him in my guts. One hand fisted my hair, the other smacked my ass while he pounded.
I came first, screaming, pussy clamping down so hard he had to fight to keep moving. He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, then pulled out and slammed back in, chasing his own orgasm. When he finally pulled free I felt empty and ruined, cum leaking down my thighs. He spun me around and fed his cock back into my mouth so I could taste us both. I sucked him clean, swallowing every drop he gave me.
We didn't stop there.
He carried me to the bedroom and we went again, slower, me on top riding that thick shaft until my legs shook. I watched it disappear inside me, my lips stretched obscenely around the base. He played with my clit and made me come twice more before he flooded me again. By morning my pussy was sore, swollen, and I already wanted round three. That first time with his big cock turned me into a greedy slut who couldn't get enough.
