I was twenty-one and still untouched when I met him at the bar. Tall, broad, with hands that looked like they could break things or build them. We talked for an hour, and every time he smiled I felt heat between my legs I had never felt before. By the time he asked if I wanted to come back to his place, my panties were already wet. I said yes without thinking.
His apartment was small and warm. The second the door closed he kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep, hands sliding under my shirt to grab my tits. I moaned into his mouth, nervous but so fucking ready. He stripped me fast, pulling my clothes off until I stood naked in front of him. Then he dropped his jeans.
His cock was massive. Thick, veined, already half-hard and hanging heavy between his thighs. I had never seen one that big, not even in the porn I watched alone. It looked like it would split me open. My mouth went dry but my pussy clenched and got even wetter.
"First time?" he asked, voice low and rough.
I nodded. "Yeah."
He stepped closer, took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. My fingers didn't meet. It was hot, pulsing, getting harder under my touch. "You're gonna take it," he said. "Slow at first. Then you're gonna beg for more."
I dropped to my knees without being told. I licked the head, tasting the salt of him, then opened wide and sucked. I could only get the first few inches in my mouth. He groaned and held my hair, feeding me more until I gagged. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. He let me suck him until his cock was shiny and rock hard, then pulled me up.
He laid me on the bed and spread my legs. His fingers found my pussy, already dripping. Two fingers slid in easy, then three, stretching me while his thumb rubbed my clit. I came fast, shaking, but he didn't stop. "That's one," he said. "Gonna make you come on this cock next."
He lined up that huge head against my entrance and pushed. The stretch burned. It felt like too much, way too much, but I wanted it. He went slow, inch by inch, letting me adjust. My walls clenched around him, trying to take him. Halfway in I was panting, eyes watering, but my hips were rocking up, trying to pull more inside.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled. "Virgin pussy gripping me so good."
He bottomed out with a grunt, balls pressed against my ass. I felt so full I could barely breathe. He stayed still, letting me feel every thick inch. Then he started moving. Long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. The pain faded into something hotter, deeper. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned loud.
He fucked me steady at first, then harder. My tits bounced with every thrust. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the room. I came again, clenching around that thickness, and he kept going right through it. He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and drove back in from behind. Deeper this time. I clawed at the sheets and pushed back, taking every inch.
"Harder," I begged, voice hoarse. "Fuck me harder with that huge cock."
He did. He pounded me until my legs shook and I came a third time, screaming into the mattress. He pulled out, flipped me again, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. His body covered mine, hips snapping, cock stretching me open over and over. I felt him swell even more right before he groaned and flooded me, hot cum pumping deep while my pussy milked him.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, his cock still half-hard inside me. When he finally pulled out, I felt empty and sore and already wanting more. He kissed me slow, almost gentle, and said, "Next time we'll go even slower until you can ride it."
I smiled against his mouth, already planning the next time. My first time with a huge cock had ruined me for anything smaller, and I didn't care at all.
