[MF] When he bragged about his dick, I made him prove it [cherry popping]

I’ve been stewing on telling this story for a while–but I’ve never been able to tell anyone my “popped cherry” story until recently.

TLDR; Online friend bragged about his dick and sex prowess skills. I made him prove it by taking my virginity.

Story starts like this.

I was a horny twenty-something (seriously-still-a-virgin-really-needs-a-fuck horny) and he was an older gentleman I met online (aaaaalmost old enough to be my dad). We’d been flirting for months. He constantly would brag about his sexual experiences and also not so subtly hint at the size of his dick–like complain about the difficulty of finding girls who could take him in all the way. Especially Asian girls. Here’s me being an Asian girl, he always loved wondering if I’d be up to the challenge.

Well, months of flirting turned into dirty texts (boob shots, dick pics, ass pics, pussy shots) turned into long, hot and heavy phone calls, which finally turned into concrete plans ti see each other…and for him to show me just how good sex could be.

I drive to his place, my stomach is practically in my chest that’s how nervous I was. My first knock is pretty pathetic. I knock again. No answer. Here I am standing in a strange town, definitely the only Asian person for miles. I’m seriously beginning to panic that I came to the wrong address and just look like a Jehovah’s Witness or some sort of solicitor. That’s when he opened the door and just pulled me into his arms. He was a pretty average looking guy, tall but total dad bod, but I’ll never forget those pretty eyes and how happy he looked when he saw me standing there.

Eventually he let me into his house and to be honest it was adorably awkward at first. “Are you hungry?” “Do you need anything to eat?” “How was the trip?” We both danced around with some small talk trying not to make it too obvious that we were both thinking of the several months that had led up to this. I could see him eyeing my short sundress and he just kept finding excuses to put his hand somewhere on my shoulder or around my waist.

Finally he just offered to show me around the house. My nervousness had melted away a bit by now but the giddiness returned as we made our way up his very narrow stairwell up to his bedroom. I swear my legs felt a bit jittery on those final steps up.

When the door opened to his bedroom (clean, Spartan, bachelor’s pad bedroom) we stood there for a moment, I can only guess pretending to admire the very plain view. I moved first and spun onto his bed with what I hope was a seductive smile (in all honesty it felt more like a goofy and shy one).

What had previously been a calm and slightly awkward man turned a little sharper and his grin felt jussst the slightest bit hungry. “I guess dinner can wait anyways.”

He crossed the space from the door to the bed in two quick strides and next thing I knew I was being pulled ravenously up by his arms and he was practically devouring me with his kisses. His hands raked up and down my back before sliding beneath my dress to squeeze my ass. Then the room echoes with a loud ‘crack’ as he smacked one buttock. If my panties weren’t already soaked they definitely were now.

I’m not sure how long we just made out for. All I remember for certain is that he finagled me quite skillfully out of my clothes and underwear and definitely enjoyed making me scream as he alternated between pinching and sucking with my nipples and spanking/finger-fucking me. I was going crazy and he hadn’t even taken out his dick yet.

(Let me tell you, that spanking and finger-fucking technique still has me craving it years later. Fucking genius)

Finally, I’m laying in the bed breathing hard and my pussy absolutely soaked. He got up and pulled off his shirt and undid his pants…and I had the nerve to shriek with laughter and turn away when his cock sprang into view.

This wasn’t a “oh wow what a joke” kind of laugh. It was a “oh shit, that dick is actually huge, how the fuck is that taking my virginity” kind of laugh. (Ultimately, I’m not sure if that intention translated though)

After reassuring him a little that no, I wasn’t laughing at his monster of a cock, really, we got back to business and he once again reduced me into a moaning and soaking mess. He also got some payback by pretty much choking me with that dick, I couldn’t fit even half in my mouth but he definitely enjoyed watching me–and then making me–struggle and slobber all over that knob.

As I fought to get my breath back after he let me go, I only half paid attention as he repositioned himself between my legs. I was expecting some sort of warning or for him to go slow, but aside from the teasing rubbing as he lubed the head of his dick against my super slick opening, there was nothing before he shoved that cock completely into me. Now I had put modest vibrators in my vagina before, but I’d never had anything as big as his cock before. This was my first time with an actual cock and I was expecting pain. What I got instead was pure satisfaction and pleasure at the feeling of that thick dick filling me up in ways I never thought possible. I was breathless and I’m pretty sure he had some fingernail imprints in his back from how hard I was clenching.

If I was surprised at my reaction, I think he definitely was too. But that didn’t stop him from starting to pump in and out of me and boy, everything went from there. We tried every position, every surface in that room, in the rest of the house. Seriously. I don’t know how he kept it up but one of the times later that weekend I caught him popping down one pill or another…so viagra might be my answer. But really, I’m not complaining. He fucked like a man who finally had water in a desert and I tried not to be too worried about scratching his hardwood floor as he rammed into me repeatedly as I lay splayed on his kitchen table. (Actually though, I squeaked that in the middle of sex on the table and he just laughed and fucked me harder just to hear my protests turn into screams)

That was a weekend I will probably never forget. I found my favorite positions (from behind yessss). I found that yes, I did have some limitations from taking that huge cock (hard from behind or legs over his shoulders–him bottoming out sent me screaming with how conflictingly overwhelming his dick was). There were times when he’d fuck me so hard I found myself confused about whether or not I wanted him to stop or go harder. I think he just liked seeing how much he could make me yell and beg incoherently. He certainly loved seeing that every time he’d leave me in a post-sex quaking and stammering mess.

I also found out that I loved: 1) being tied up and fucked, 2) waking up in the middle of the night being pounded into, 3) woken up in the morning with breakfast and more fucking, 4) being spontaneously fucked while watching movies on the couch, and 5) I can squirt, and 6) the goddam list goes on and basically I loved being a little sex toy for this glorious man.

I think my constant want for sex that weekend was a little unnerving for him. I think I also ended up chafing the base of his cock. Whoops. I blame it on years of sexual repression finally coming out to air. But my sexual abilities became more human the next time we met and fucked.

Thanks for reading and letting me share!!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6dcjx4/mf_when_he_bragged_about_his_dick_i_made_him