[FM] He was a big help and then he was a BIG help

Well I’m not sure how to write this but I’ll do my best. It may end up a long post so please forgive me for that upfront.

I’m 24 and from beautiful Southern California. I finished a divorce recently and that’s not been great. We didn’t have any huge issues except he was gone for work constantly. We got married young and we never really got around to being married if you know what I mean. He’s a great guy and I wish him the best but we both needed something more compatible to ourselves.

After the divorce I didn’t go on any dates or see anyone. I went to the gym more consistently and took care of me. It’s been very very good for my physically and mentally. The problem ended up being that I needed, well you know.

My ex was literally the only man I’ve ever slept with. I will forever tell women to avoid marrying young. I thought our sex life was phenomenal. Little did I know that the sex can not only be better but the man can be magically sized. Enter my new friend.

I met him through an acquaintance. The basics are I needed someone to help me move things to a storage area and he had a truck and a trailer. Now when he was described to me, my thinking is a country boy of some sort. Maybe that’s just me. He ended up being a super tall, super buff black man in black slacks and a polo shirt that was older than I expected.

He showed up and had guys with him. They loaded everything for me and moved it all. It was way more efficient than I expected. Afterwards he asked if I wanted to go grab lunch. I didn’t know him at all but I figured I would drive myself and all would be good. We ate lunch and it was nice. He is super intelligent and caring. It was very nice. We ate and departed and that was all I was expecting. About three days later he called to see if there was anything I needed. I had a terrible day at work so I jokingly said I needed a drink. He laughed and asked if I just asked him out on a date. I said I guess I did. He said he would pick me up and that settled it.

I got dressed up but not like super dressed up. Jean skirt and T-shirt tied in the front. Simple and non-assuming. He showed up in driving a super nice Mercedes wearing slacks and a button down. He cleaned up quite well.

We went to a nice restaurant and ate and drank wine. No issues. Then we went to a sports bar in the same area to drink and watch a baseball game. Baseball, by the way, is boring date material.

The bar got crowded and we ended up sitting super close. We touched a little and I got chills. Up to this point I hadn’t thought of anything but having a good conversation. Very quickly my thinking changed. I had my hand on his knee and him the same. He rubbed my lower back. Typical stuff and nothing super overt. Eventually the bar got to be too busy and we decided to leave. We walked out together and as we were headed out the door his hand ended up on my ass and holy hell I got super wet. It wasn’t on purpose but my body was telling me things. We got in his car and my skirt “magically” got hiked up a little higher than it had been. I saw his eyes go straight to my legs. He asked me where I would like to go. He said if I wanted we could go swimming at his place. The sun hadn’t quite gone down but I was ready. At no point did it cross my mind that I had no swimsuit.

We got to his place and he led me to the pool and I sat on the edge and stuck my feet in while he got me a drink. The hot tub started running. I told him I didn’t have a suit and he said that I didn’t need one and laughed. I was nervous but I knew that’s where this was headed.

He went in to change and I slipped out of my clothes and got under the jets so I was at least obscured. Then the point of no return. His idea of changing was to walk out completely stark nude. At first I couldn’t see anything because of how his body was facing when he walked out. Then he turned the corner and my jaw hit the floor. He was swinging the absolute largest package I have ever even imagined. He was larger than my ex husband and he wasn’t even erect. He was obviously very comfortable being naked.

I looked up from his package and saw he had an evil smirk on his face. He was proud of it. As he should be. The next 30 minutes or so would be him and I chatting about nonsense while getting closer in the water but never really touching. He asked me eventually if him being naked made me uncomfortable. I said not at all. Then he slid over to me and kissed me. It was a leaning kiss so it was odd positioning at first but then he slid me so I was on top facing him and it was much improved. I knew he was an ass man because his hands were roaming my backside thoroughly. I was hot and horny obviously. He asked if I would prefer going inside. I said yes. He led me out of the water and gave me a towel and walked me in to the living room. I sat down and he sat next to me and kissed me and then started sliding down. Then he slid his tongue in me and I lost it. I had the best orgasm of my life and it honestly wouldn’t even be top five for the night.

He sat down next to me and I instinctively started giving him head while his hands roamed. I started by rubbing my tongue on his balls while stroking his dick. I’ve heard about big dicks being heavy and I was starting to understand that. He was hard to fit in my mouth but I did my best. He was reaching under me and rubbing my clit and I was losing my mind. I find it impossible to handle giving head and orgasming at the same time.

So I’m starting to bob up and down in rhythm and two hand stroking him when he hits me with the taboo sex talk. The first thing he said was “damn you love that n!&&@ dick”. I have never gotten wetter in my life than that moment. I’m not someone that is racial at all but in that moment wow.

He grabbed a ball of my hair and was using it to force my rhythm. I’m moaning while doing it which is new to me. Then he pulls me up and takes it out of my mouth and looks me in the eye and calmly says “you’re about to get the life fucked out of you”.

With little effort I’m basically whipped around and bent over the seat of the couch and I feel him positioning himself. Then he grabs my hips and starts pushing into me. I came for like three straight minutes just from insertion. The girth did something I’ve never experienced and he wasn’t even pumping. Just a single slow push inside me until he hit the back of it.

Once I subsided I started slowly going until he reached a pace where I was just getting fucked. His size was killing me and I reached back to slow him and he just grabbed my wrist and pinned it to my lower back. He let it go and I took it back to help brace myself. Then he took a finger (thumb?) and started rubbing my ass. Holy hell. That’s always been off limits but it made me cum so hard I let out some sort of squealing moan and I literally started peeing. So much to the point I actually did research afterwards to see if that was a normal reaction.

He went probably 40 minutes LONGER than my ex and he came close to keeping that pace throughout. He was pulling my hair and had a hand on my shoulder when I felt him get super hard and then felt him cumming inside me. That was also something that was forever off limits. And I was so turned on that the word condom never even crossed my mind.

I dismounted and I rolled to the floor exhausted. He went and got us a glass of water. I expected that to be the night but he recovers impossibly quick. By the end of the night he’s on top in missionary crushing me and I was digging my own fingers into my ass. Needless to say, mind blowing and enlightening.

I ended up staying the night obviously and he took me home the next morning. Since that day we have gotten into way more salacious stuff but I figured this was the way to start on here. Hope it wasn’t to long for everyone.

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