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 Angie was curled-up into the corner of the couch. She held one of Bernice's cushions to her chest and tried to hide her nipples in the folds. She could have wished for a larger cushion.

            Not that Angie was a large woman.

            She was actually, quite slight of stature. “A tidy piece of work,” a boy had commented after she had removed her clothes for him. But even so, the cushion wasn't adequate. She could clutch it to her chest or lay it in her lap, but either way, she was displaying a lot of her personal territory to anyone who cared to look. But the men had already had a look; a good look. And taken photographs.

            What Angie really wanted was, not the cushion, but to have a really good cry, unfortunately that wouldn't help right now. She needed to get dressed and get the hell out. Home! But someone had hidden her clothes.

            Her jacket was still there, hanging from the back of the bar-stool. But all the rest of her clothes had disappeared. Except her shoes. Her high heels lay upturned at the end of the coffee table. She groaned when she recalled how she had kicked them off, just before climbing up to dance for the men.

            God. It was almost midnight and she needed to call her husband:

            “...hello dear… yes, well the reason I’m late… some of the guys from work wanted to fuck me. No big deal. Soon as I get dressed, I'll be right along. There's some leftovers in the fridge...”

            Her cell phone was in her jacket pocket. And that was clear on the other side of the room. She would have to stand up and pass by the table where the men were playing poker. Right now, their attention was focused on the cards, and the pile of money in the center of the table. But she feared that might change at the sight of her naked legs. Maybe she should risk it; just slip her shoes on, walk over to the bar, pull her jacket about her shoulders and leave, bare-assed. Unless she got stopped by a cop, she would be home-free! Sort of...

            Angie figured she was safe to drive. The effects of the vodka, that had given her misguided courage earlier, was wearing thin, leaving her cold and empty; empty except for the semen that clung inside. Seepage left a sticky smear on her thigh and a dull reminder that she had fucked two of the men earlier.

            Oh Lord, she thought, as the hazy memory began to solidify behind the solitude of closed eyes.

            She didn't know which two!

            Angie looked about the room, trying to determine the identity of the guys she had serviced in the dark reaches of the upstairs bedroom. And serviced was about the word for it! Like you do with your car: Take it in so they can check under the hood. They had checked under her hood, alright. And a few other places as well. She had been fondled, fingered and fornicated. And it was all her own damned fault.

            She studied the men in turn, but there was only one she could positively eliminate: Abe. He weighed in at close to two-hundred and fifty pounds. The guys in the bedroom were of average build. She massaged the eyelids with the balls of her thumbs and tried to make sense of the events that had turned her Friday evening into an unprecedented disaster.

            She remembered she had gone upstairs to use the bathroom and someone had the gall to suggest that he be allowed to watch. She at least had the presence of mind to draw the line at bathroom water-sports. But who was it? Who wanted to watch her pee? As hard as she tried, she couldn't remember his face. Maybe she had just sneered, without really looking; that must have been it. When she had finished up and washed her hands, she had stepped through the door and was surprised to find the hall lights had been extinguished. Then she remembered being jostled about in the darkness. She went blank for a moment, before finding herself laying on the carpet with someone hovering above her. Very close.

            It had been so dark. A liquid black that defeated her attempts to focus. She searched with her fingers; felt the stout wooden leg and the frills hanging to the floor. It was a bed! She was on her back across the floor of a bedroom!

            And there was a penis between her legs.

            Lord help her, she hadn't even heard his zipper drop, but he was already burrowing into the folds of her vagina; already in there with two fingers and the tip of his cock. She could feel them; moving.

            Angie had a mild panic attack. Wasn't she supposed to be fighting him off; with tooth and nail? Defending her virtue, not to mention her husband's private domain?

            But it was like the old tree in the forest, thing; if she couldn't see the guy, couldn't identify him, was he really there?

            Was she really cheating on her husband? The rationalization reduced what she was doing down to an acceptable, though naughty, adventure. As innocent as flirting, or masturbating, even. Just that she didn’t have to plug in her vibrator.

            Her husband couldn't possibly object and she could relax and enjoy having her sex manipulated. Wonderful! She had justified screwing on her friend’s bedroom carpet like a common slut.

            Of course she was fuckin' drunk!

            Somewhere in the back of her sodden mind, she realized the argument was ridiculous, but just then the guy removed his fingers and there was the long, unfaltering push. He stretched her pussy like a bull-headed trout, bulldozing up-stream. And any reservations she might have had, were pushed to the back of her subconsciousness as she consoled herself by spreading her legs wider. What the hell. The guy, whoever he was, was good!

            He was long and smooth and so very nice and firm. Angie felt the pressure build and then the long deep slide as her body yielded. With her head swimming in premium vodka, she didn't stop to think about her reputation, her self-respect, what he might pass on to her. Didn't think of her husband waiting patiently at home. She didn't even care who's penis was stretching her vaginal canal. All she could think about was how good it felt to have her sex twerked. To be probed deeply by a strange penis that belonged to a faceless man. She lifted her feet, shamelessly, so he could get all the way in and she had the satisfaction of hearing him exhale, deeply, when he bottomed-out. God, it had been so long...

            His hands were low down and Angie lifted her hips so he could reach under and grip her bottom; a cheek in each hand. With the extra purchase, he moved; driving forward again and again. It was a maddeningly beautiful rhythm. Fingers were fluttering about her breasts, bending and pulling at her nipples. She was startled. How could that be? The man she was fucking still held her low down. Slowly the realization dawned: they were not alone. There was a second man!

            She recalled a girlfriend who once admitted she had slept with two men. Angie had been appalled and her friend had labeled her a “prude!” Now, in her thirty-ninth year, successful and happily married, she found herself, lying naked, on the floor of her friend's bedroom with two men. Two strange men. She went all delirious inside. She should have felt shame. But instead she was yearning for it.

            Angie sensed the second man floating above her eyes and when she stretched inquiring fingers along the carpet, she discovered a knee positioned either side of her face. She felt the rhythm of his movement through the muscles of his thighs. And Angie detected the sound now, the steady thumbing of his hand above her. Did he expect that she would lift up and take him into her mouth? But before she could fathom an answer, the man she coupled, paused and leaned forward; he saved her the effort. Angie heard the quiet smack of his lips and the groan from the one above. She had always been curious: Two young men sharing. And now it was happening, a scant few inches above the tip of her nose. And she couldn't see a thing!

            The penis moved inside again: long, slow, if not somewhat distracted strokes. It was good. Very good. And if Angie could have unwound a little, pushed away the realization of what was happening, she could have had, maybe, a powerful orgasm. But she couldn't relax. Not outright. Too much was happening; too much for her brain to process. She felt startled, jostled, and couldn't keep her leg still. It danced with nervous tension. She stared into the darkness, eyes wide and restlessly blinking.

            And then her partner faltered. Push deep and held. And he came. And came.

            When he had finished, he rolled to one side and the other man took his place. Angie just held on for the ride, in anticipation for what the next penis promised.

            After, they had slipped silently from the room. Angie reached down and cupping her sex, she had retreated to the bathroom again. She did the best she could with wads of toilet paper.

Excerpt from Jo-Anne Wiley's latest book: DON'T ...e-book available on Amazon. Softcover edition available online from eroticbooknetwork.com

Ashley was assigned to me to give me a hand in the office. Ashley was a cute short girl of 21, who stood 5-foot 2 and weighs 115 pounds. She has emerald green eyes and medium length auburn hair. Her alabaster skin has a lot of reddish freckles on her tits and shoulders. Her breasts are a natural B cup topped with light dusky pink nipples that get about a half an inch long when she is aroused. She’s a shy-sweet, innocent, adorable, chubby little cherubic girl next door type with pouty cupid bow lips and a little round spank-able bottom. Of course a lot of this I didn’t learn until later in our relationship.

It was a good fit to put her in my office because I needed help with filing and the like. Ashley was eager to get started and it was hoped that maybe I could keep her out of trouble. It seemed that she always was getting the short of the stick wherever she was assigned to some other area.

As time went on Ashley and I got to be quite comfortable chatting as we worked. As we got to making little endo’s to each other in harmless fun, she would smile with the sexiest shy smiles that I’d ever seen.

Since she didn’t have a car Ashley was always struggling to get to and from work.

One day Ashley asked, “My mother is working late. Please can you give me a ride home?”

I agreed, “No problem.”

This led to more and more rides because the commute was just easier for Ashley to ride with me, I’d pick her up on my way to work in the morning and drop her off in the evening at a place where someone from her family would meet us to get her on home.

Well that didn’t last long. I was soon dropping her off at her house.

Ashley and I would talk about everything. She was always tell me these stories of her past boyfriends and some of the wild times they had had. She marveled about how comfortable it was to talk to me so openly like that.

As our commuter talks went on I could tell she got wet telling me of her sexual encounters and I would get such a raging erection that I could hardly concentrate on my driving.

Ashley knew we were both on the verge of exploding. She moved over closer to the center console, reached over and placed her hand in my lap. Smiling up at me asking, “Do you mind?”

I said, “Actually yes because it’s too confining on me.”

She moved her other hand over too, and unbutton and unzipped my fly. Then she boldly slid her hand behind the waistband, down the front of my briefs and touched my swollen head.

I was already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Ashley withdrew her hand and licked her fingers saying, “Mmmm…that’s good stuff.

Ashley said, “We can’t have you driving in such a state,” as she pulled open my fly and pulled my hard cock out for inspection. Her eyes widened as she sighed that, “You’re much thicker than my boyfriend.” As I raised my tilt steering wheel to its highest setting to give her all the room I could, she lowered her head down to work her tongue and lips around the head of my swollen cock.

She stayed in my lap with my cock in her sweet little mouth as I drove, lips clamped tight around my thick shaft, Ashley moved up and down slow. Then as she bobbed faster I lifted my ass up off the seat to let her get even more of my cock deeper down her young throat.

Her auburn hair was falling around my balls as she worked harder for her prize. It wasn’t long until Ashley was rewarded with a huge load. I shot squirt after squirt into her mouth as she kept sucking and holding the base to pull the last drop from the very bottom.

As we neared her house Ashley pulled away, allowing me time to put myself away and her to straighten her clothes.

She slid her hand down the front of her pants and came up with a slick glistening finger. Mischievously she raised her fingers to my face and slid them across my lips.  Giggling she coo, “Next time baby,” as she jumped out of my truck and ran in her house.

That became the first of many times that we got together. Over the next few months we had sex numerous times. The first time I actually fucked her was the next day in the supply closet. At the last minute the boss dropped a project in my lap that had to be finished before I could go home. It was such a big project that Ashley had to work overtime to help me finish it.

After everyone was gone she had to go to the copy room to make some copies. When she came back she drop her little wisp of lace panties on my desk in front of me. I took her to the supply room because it had a lock on the door. I set her on a table and flipped her skirt up and buried my rock hard 7 inch cock to the hilt in her surprisingly tight pussy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, I started hunching. Ashley soon closed her eyes, threw her head back and had 3 orgasms while I fucked her brains out.

Over the next couple of months we had sex everywhere imaginable. A favorite place for quick oral sex was in the stairwell but we took advantage of any place we could get privacy.  

The first time I ate her pussy was in the stairwell. Ashley had signaled me where she was going. I gave her a few minutes and then I followed her. I found her sitting on the steps. As I walked up the stairs to her, Ashley flipped up her skirt and slowly spread her legs to show me that she wasn’t wearing any panties and that her pink little pussy lips all smooth, shiny and wet were just waiting to be licked and sucked.

I knelt down a few steps down and pulled her legs open even farther. Leaning forward, I immediately ran the tip of my tongue around the outside of her pussy, teasing her with my hot breath. So close to being in her, but not yet letting her savor my full tongue inside of her.

Ashley moaned, “Ohmigod,” with pleasure as I took her soft wet lips delicately between my lips and gently suck them, occasionally darting my tongue briefly between the folds of her hot, wet and juicy pussy.

My tongue now going deeper inside of her pussy as I continue to kiss, lick and eat her like she's never been eaten before. As my tongue found her clit, I felt her having little orgasms, cumming every few minutes and never wanting this moment to end. Unfortunately we heard footsteps on the stairs as someone below started up.

Ashley dropped her skirt, I pulled her to her feet and we were up the stairs to the next landing and out the door without the people below ever knowing that we’d even been there.
 
Because people are too lazy to walk up and down stairs the stairwells were a great place for us to meet. The possibilities were endless.  

One day Ashley wanted me the do her doggy so she knelt on a step and leaned forward, resting her arms on a higher step.  Standing a few steps below her I lifted her skirt up, tugged her panties down off her smooth round bottom and down to the backs of her knees with one hand while holding her down firmly with the other.

Then I open the fly of my pants and pulled down to my thighs. I ran my fingers along Ashley slit. And when I pushed a finger inside her, she gasped. I then gripped my cock and run it down her butt crack to her wet slit and rubbed the head over her damp lips.

“Ohmigod. Please fuck me,” Ashley moaned wantonly as she looked over her shoulder at me. I pushed the head between her lips and drove it in hard as far as it would go. She jerked and she moaned aloud. I pulled out and drove it back in even harder.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back as I thrust my cock back into her. With every stroke Ashley was moaning, urging me to fuck her harder and to spank her. I let go of her hair and used that hands to pin her down while smacked her ass firmly with the other.

With each stroke of my hand she begged me to spank her harder. I started to fuck her faster and harder while maintaining my gripped her back. Ashley was now very loudly shouting her pleasure, 'Come on,” Ashley moaned, “Fuck me harder.”  God I was glad it was Saturday and the building was all but deserted.

We both cummed so hard we almost passed out.    

A couple of times a week we’d find a private place to park and I’d fuck her in my pickup on the way home.

The drive to work every morning now had my mind a blur.  Thanks to Ashley I couldn’t wait to go to work.

 I became so addicted to her pussy that because it was against company policy for employees to fraternize we were secretly married.

 I eventually left the company to branch out on my own and I took Ashley along not only as my assistant but now openly as my wife.

Ashley showed her worth to the new company when the first day my office was opened, she produced not only my client’s list but the client list and duplicate files of 4 other agents. All the records gave me a boast up when I went after their business because I knew the deal they had with my previous employer. Biding based on that information was the edge that got me a lot of business. Because I knew my business inside and out once I got their business they were so happy with my service that I kept it.

It was much easier for Ashley to suck my cock or me to fuck her in the new office. As we took on business and I hired a young receptionist she was cool enough to pretend that she didn’t know what was going on when Ashley and I were having sex.

Ashley eventually got pregnant. But after the baby…a nine pound fifteen ounce boy was born, as soon as she was able she came back to work. And thanks to Kegel exercises her pussy was just as tight as the first time I fucked her.
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Tracy had broad hips and a fat ass that was very much emphasized that evening in the tight jeans pants she wore. But it wasn’t just for her endowment that she attracted such instant attention as she walked into the restaurant. She was the daughter of a Nigerian multi-millionaire and easily one of the richest babes on campus. Talk of movers and shakers on campus, she’s one of them and not a few students would want to be in her shoes.

She ignored everybody and walked in my direction with a smile on her face. When she got to my table, she called my name and asked how I was doing.

“I’m fine,” I responded wondering if this was a case of mistaken identity. I was a poor guy on campus and by no means in the circle of friends that Tracy kept. We were not in the same department either and our paths had not crossed before. So how come she walked straight to me to say hi and even mentioned my name. 

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked politely still smiling.

“Please do,” I responded flashing a smile. “The pleasure is mine.”

She pulled a chair and sat opposite me, still beaming with smiles. “How is the campaign in your department going?” she asked. “I’ve seen your campaign posters.”

“Oh great,” I responded. “Everything is going on fine. I’m contesting for Fin. Sec. (Financial Secretary) and so far, I’m unopposed. Next tomorrow is deadline for nomination and if by then nobody comes up to contest with me, I’ll have automatic ticket. Notwithstanding, I’m putting all efforts in my campaign.”

“Don’t worry whether you’re opposed or not, you’re going to win. I have lots of friends in your department and everybody I’ve spoken with told me they would vote for you. It looks like you’re very popular in your department especially with the girls.”

“Me popular?” I asked laughing. “I’m not popular; I’m just an average guy trying to exercise his civic rights.”

Unmindful of the inquisitive stares at us from other dinners, Tracy continued to chat with me and I was surprised that she seemed to know so much about me. I tried to find out from her why she was interested in me and she explained that she saw my photographs on my campaign posters and just liked me and wanted to know more about me.

Well, I didn’t totally buy her explanation but decided not to push her further. I was convinced that with time I would know her real intention.

By the time we left the restaurant that evening, we had exchanged phone numbers, became friends on Facebook and followed each other on Twitter. And in the next few days, she was hanging out with me on campus and tongues were wagging that I was her new boyfriend.

I was rather uncomfortable with the development. Like I said, I was not convinced that she was hanging out with me just because she saw my photographs on my campaign posters and simply liked me. I felt there was more to the sudden friendship. Why me when she had a lot of rich, handsome dudes at her beck and call she could pick on for a date?

However, my friends felt I was being ridiculous. The girl was in love, they concluded and I should consider myself lucky that I was her object of desire. All I needed to do was hit on her and possibly have a chance to access her father’s wealth. Well, I told them I wasn’t a gold digger and hitting on rich girls for cash wasn’t part of my resume.

Anyway, Tracy didn’t leave me guessing for long about what she wanted from me. She offered to take me out one evening and we drove in her Aston Martin sports car to a five star hotel in downtown Lagos and checked into a luxurious suite. We drank expensive wine, ate chocolate and ice cream as slow music played in the background. The ambience was good and the wine relaxed my nerves and I was mentally and physically ready for whatever surprises she had up her sleeve to throw at me.

Before long, Tracy asked me, in a rather commanding tone, to stand up and stand in front of her. I was taken aback but I stood up from the couch were I sat with her and stood in front of her like a slave before her master.

“Drop your drink,” she ordered and I put away the glass of wine I was holding and stood hands akimbo before her.

Tracy looked at me, scanning me from head to toe, and then a mischievous grin with a tinge of passion to it spread across her face. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

“What?”

“You heard me, take off your clothes… Undress for me.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah, take off everything… No more questions just do what I said.”

I didn’t hesitate; I took off my tee shirt and threw it to the floor then placed my hands behind me to enable her have a full view of my bare torso.

“Cute abs,” she commented then sipped some wine and urged me to take off my jeans.

Again, without much ado, I took off my jeans and I was down to my boxers. Her eyes glared at my bulged crotch and the lust in those eyes was unmistakable. “Go on, take off your boxers,” she ordered.

With my hands on my waist, I stooped, peeled the boxers downwards to my knees and while it dropped to my feet, I stood straight, with my hands placed behind me to enable her have a full view of my nudity.

Her reaction was dramatic. Her eyes popped out as if they were going to fall from their socket. At the same time, her mouth opened wide and she seemed suspended in time for a couple of seconds before she came to.

“Jeez! Are you kidding me? So it’s true?”

“What’s true?”

“That your cock is the biggest on campus.”

“My cock? Don’t flatter me. I know it’s big but not the biggest on campus.”

“It’s the biggest I’ve seen around,” she said rising to her feet. She placed her wine glass on a table and knelt in front of me. The passion, the desire and the sexual hunger in her eyes were unmistakable. The table seemed to have turned. Before now, I was like a slave standing before her but seeing her now in her passion-struck eyes kneeling in front of me, she cut the picture of a slave girl about to worship in the temple of my cock.

She looked passionately into my eyes, then broke into a rather mischievous smile before she took my partially erect cock in her hands, holding it with so much reverence and lust. She felt my balls tenderly with her fingers and caressed them briefly before she raised my now rapidly growing shaft, and placed it across her face in a manner that seemed to suggest she was taking a mental measurement of it against her face. “This is about 11 inches and it’s not fully erect,” she declared.

“Come on, it’s not so big. I know my statistics. I’m 8 inches soft and 10 fully erect.”

“Don’t give me that crap, Tayo. Your cock is huge. I actually heard it’s 14” fully erect and from what I’ve seen that’s likely to be true.”

“You heard about my dick? How? From who?”

“From the grapevine Tayo… And stop acting as if that is strange to you. Girls talk; the way you guys talk. Kiss and tell. We do that too. I heard it on good authority that you have a 14 incher in your pants and I decided to find out and lo and behold the rumor mill was right.”

She opened her mouth wide and pushed the head of my cock into it. She flipped his tongue over it, sending sweet sensations across my being.

“So you wanted find out how big I was; is that why you’ve been hanging with me?”

“Yeah,” she said bringing out my cock from her mouth. It had grown even larger.

“Now that I found out it’s true, I’m not going to let you go baby. This cock is mine from today. I’m going to do whatever I like with it and you’re not going to stop me or would you?”

She didn’t wait for my reply as she opened her mouth wide and pushed the much she could of my shaft into it.

I moaned instantly as she sucked and licked it. She tried to take more of it but it proved too large for her. She stretched the muscles of her jaws to their limits but could not take more inches and had to bring it out when she almost gagged.

She raised my shaft, placing it against my tommy and began to softly lick my hair balls. My hands in the meantime, were busy caressing her especially on the neck and shoulders. Tracy had small tits but with rather long nipples. I placed my hands inside her braless blouse and had a field day tweaking those long nipples. There wasn’t much in her bosom to cup, so the nipples were an obvious attraction.

I lifted her to her feet after a while and began to kiss her. As we kissed passionately, her fingers caressed my long shaft, working it from tip to base.

I got more adventurous and pushed my fingers into her pants and was amazed at the wetness down there. I fondled around briefly before I withdrew my fingers. They were coated in her juice and the strong scent of her arousal was all over them.

Without warning, I picked up Tracy in my arms heading for the bed. She didn’t offer any resistance and as soon as I deposited her on the bed, I began to strip her.

As the last item of clothing on her came out, I lowered my head right away into her thigh and began to feast on her flooded slit. She moaned wildly, scratching my head and shoulders with her long fingernails.

I flattened my tongue on her vulva, licked her slowly and firmly from the tip of her vulva to her anal entrance. She moaned hard and practically screamed and jerked any time my tongue grazed her engorged clit.

Along the line, I inserted a finger inside her wet slit and twisted it around, eliciting louder moans of pleasure from her. I added two more fingers and worked them around and she howled, telling me she was going to cum. I could feel her cunt muscle gripping hard on my fingers as the rhythm of her breathing changed.

I intensified my efforts and in a moment, she came, yelling obscenities.

She was silent and motionless as soon as she came and I let her be. But as I withdrew my fingers from her cunt, I discovered they were heavily coated in her creamy cum and I licked my fingers passionately to the approval of Tracy who immediately beckoned me for a kiss so she could have a taste of herself.  

I was still kissing her when she grabbed my cock and began to push it into her wet cunt. I seized the initiative and had her legs thoroughly spread apart and got on top of her fully. I held my fully erect shaft and began to slowly impale myself into her.

She was so wet, exactly the way I like my women to be and I had little stress penetrating her despite my rather large size.

She had her legs wrapped firmly around me as I pounded deeper and deeper into her. She was quite vocal, screaming obscenities and telling me how big and sweet my cock was. On the contrary, I’m not the vocal type in bed and while she howled and ranted, I was intent on pounding her and I did just that till she orgasm again and I came deep into her almost immediately.

We rested in each other’s arms for a while then began fondling and kissing before she straddled me reversed cowgirl style and started bouncing up and down on my fat pole. It was thrilling observing her big ass rising and falling on my thighs.

But she soon opted out of that position and went on all fours for a doggy. It had always been a pleasure for me fucking girls with huge asses in a doggy position and Tracy was no exception. I had a firm grip on her ass as I plunged in deep and deeper into her while she yelled and screamed like a porn star. We came together after about fifteen minutes of hard humping and the scent of the mixture of our cum was out of the world.

We passed the night in the hotel and were there till the evening of the next day. I screwed Tracy till my cock went sore and I just couldn’t continue. We left and went back to school but barely three days later, Tracy dragged me back to the hotel and this time we were there for three straight days just fucking, eating and drinking…

That was how I got into the services of Her Majesty, Queen Tracy. She made no pretense of the fact that she was in love with my cock and not with me. It wasn’t about love, relationship or any other thing that she sought me out but for the plain lust for my cock. She had boyfriends around campus and was open about them. Very often, she used them, in her own words, as “appetizers” then called me in for the “main course.”

She bragged about my cock to her friends and fellow big cock chasers and organized threesomes and orgies now and then perhaps to prove to them how really large I was.

I had fun and loved it all even as I felt sometimes that I was being used as a sex object by her. But on a broader perspective, Tracy made me more confident in my manhood and made me realized that my bloated cock was more of an asset than a liability. I had grown up with eyes gaping at my large member and this rather made me shy and less confident with it. Much later in high school, I had had difficulty trying to make penetrations into girlfriends and at least one refused to continue after we were naked because she felt I was too large.

Given that background, I entered college a bit of a shy youth lacking sexual confidence. But my first girlfriend and a number of casual flings I had on campus turned things around for me. And meeting big-cock-worshipper, Tracy, sealed it for me. I discovered my true worth as a big-dick-man.