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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was hot to the touch, and hard as steel, power coursing off every inch of his member. I tried to encircle my hand around his impressive girth, but my index finger wasn't even close to my thumb. It was fascinating to see my delicate hand contrasting so starkly against the incredible masculinity of his organ. I began to stoke up and down his length immediately, out of my mind with arousal over the surreal sight of me exploring him. His huge balls began to flop up and down, testicles smacking against and peeling perversely from the leather seat of his couch cushion, I had to feel them, to caress them, and began doing so with my free hand. They too were hot, heavy, and undoubtedly boiling with his essence.
"Fuck Ban." I bit down on my lip, instinct taking over. "You're cock is so sexy." I heard myself admit, not quite in control of my thoughts, or my emotions, body driven by lust. This was completely foreign territory for me, but I loved every moment of it.
It was then that we kissed for the first time, a passionate, taboo, extramarital kiss. Ben eventually peeling the lace down my breasts, taking my large tits in his hands, spurring me even further to the brink. We stayed that way, exploring one another in complete arousal. Me, a married woman, letting this large man have his way with my tits. Still, despite the intensity in the room, somehow I managed to keep our physicality on second base, my rational mind barely fighting off his advances to take me up to his bedroom. My husband admitted later that he had watched much of it, sneaking over and peering through the window like a pervert. His unfathomable acceptance only spurring my need, propelling my desire closer and closer to realization.
Throughout the following week, I couldn't get Ben's penis out of my mind. I thought about it all day long, absentmindedly performing my lectures with lust controlling my brain. I was desperate to see it again, to continue exploring him, to let him continue to explore me. When I got home, I immediately and shamefully went next door, red faced and embarrassed when he opened it, smiling. Minutes later I was back on his couch, only now I leaned down and lustfully wrapped my mouth around his penis.
I rarely went down on Sam, I simply never felt the desire too. That wasn't at all the case with Ben, however. I was quickly becoming intoxicated by his manhood, it's incredible presence arousing me in a scary way. I planted kisses up and down his thick member, running my tongue across his big balls, trying to take as much of him in my mouth as I could manage. My actions became quickly depraved, enamored by the raw, masculine, pillar of testosterone against my lips.
"Suck that big cock." Ben would taunt, slapping his hand across my bare ass as I happily did.
I would even have to take the occasional break, to pump him with my hands in order to allow my jaw some needed recovery time. Perversely, I even enjoyed slapping his cock into my face, somehow loving the submissive feeling of something so masculine against my cheeks. In the middle of one of my frenzies, I received a fateful text from my husband, curious as to my whereabouts. |
