I went out to one of my favorite clubs one evening. They have some good music from a local band, and I enjoy it.

I did not enjoy the crowd, however. I am sure they exceeded the Fire Department limit on the sign at the door. It was a mob scene, and I finally found a place at the bar where I could stand.

I ordered a glass of wine and the bartender smiled at me.

“Any port in a storm, right?”

I smiled back and nodded my head. All the time be friendly with the bartender. Even flirt a little.

I felt the presence of someone right behind me and I turned my head to see who it was.

It was a guy I knew a little. We weren’t friends exactly, just acquaintances. We had mutual friends and I had spoken with him a few times at parties. I think his name is Dick.

Over the din he said, “Hello.”

I nodded back. We couldn’t really talk so we quit trying.

I don’t think I was dressed in a way that shouted, “Will someone please fuck me?” But apparently Dick wondered I was. I admit that my jeans were tight, and my butt crack was in clear view. Truthfully the smaller crack in the front was also very visible. Maybe I was unconsciously looking for sex.

As the band started playing another tune, he moved closer to me. Soon he was touching me, and I could clearly feel his erection. There was no doubt that he was aroused, it was hard and stiff.

I have had guys press against me in a crowd before, usually on public transportation. But they just wanted contact with any body part, usually my tits. This was different, it was blatant.

I turned and spoke right into his ear, “You are pressing against me.”

He smiled and spoke into my ear, “The crowd is pushing me into you.”

I just gave him a nasty look.

That didn’t stop him, he moved closer and pressed his hard-on against my butt cheeks. It went all the way from the bottom of my left cheek all the way to the top. Very long!

This time I turned and said, “You are deliberately pushing your dick against my butt.”

He answered loud enough for me to hear, “The crowd is jostling me. I can’t help it.”

He moved and I wondered he was trying to make some room. I was wrong. He placed his hard-on right in my butt-crack. It reached almost from my anus to my belt.

He began to surreptitiously hump me, being careful to not be noticed by anyone but me.

I felt humiliated by what he was doing, but I also began to feel ambivalent. He was sliding his hard-on up and down right in my butt-crack. I have to admit it was turning me on. But it was wrong and I should stop him. I could talk to the bartender and have him thrown out.

Then my thoughts went the other way. He is enjoying himself, and I am being aroused by his incredible cock. Just let him do it.

I was silent for a while, and I concentrated on feeling his dick move and slide up and down so close to my anus. Then I came to my senses and tried to push him away.

I turned and said, “I told you to stop pushing your dick against my butt!”

He leaned so close to me I could feel his breath in my ear.

“How would you like it pushed all the way up your butt?”

That was it. I said loudly enough for him to hear, “Fuck off!”

He meekly shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

What a jerk.

However, I couldn’t stop thinking about how big he is, especially how long!

The image he put in my brain about pushing it up my ass would not go away.

I have experienced anal sex a few times in my life, but only with average sized guys. Some women say size doesn’t matter but they are liars. I can only speak for myself, but size, especially length, turns me on.

His dick felt so long it seemed like it would be a challenge to see how much of it I could take. I fantasized that I took it all the way to his balls.

The fantasy continued in my brain. I could feel my panties getting wet and squishy. I created an imaginary scene where he shoved it all the way up my ass and shot a load into me.

I began to get embarrassed thinking maybe people close to me could smell my fragrant pussy.

Why did I tell him to fuck off? How stupid. I should have accepted his offer. He is not like a complete stranger that I should be wary of. I know who he is, and my entire circle of friends know him. I don’t think he would have done anything bad to me except stretching me in a way that I would enjoy.

I decided to leave, but as I approached the door, I saw Dick standing close to a woman. I thought if he was pushing himself against her too.

I walked up to him, and the woman walked away. She sneered at him over her shoulder, so I am sure he was demonstrating to her the size of his hard-on.

“Were you dry-humping her too?”

“What? No!”

“Well maybe a little”

He gave me a smirk.

“Did you mean what you said?

He looked confused and said “What?”

“About what you wanted to do to me with that big thing.”

He broke out in a huge smile and said, “Yes, of course.”

“Let’s go, then.”

I don’t often take charge like that, but I was dying to act out the fantasy.

So, we went to my apartment and let’s take it from there. After some hugging and kissing and having fun taking each other’s clothes off, we sat side-by-side on the couch. He reached over and started to play with my pussy, and I thought that gave me permission.

I reached over and grasped his rock-hard cock. I felt it from the tip to his large hairy balls. It was just as amazing and wonderful as I thought it would be. The head was smooth, and nicely shaped, and the shaft had veins standing out on it. I investigated the tube that carries the cum that runs along the underside of it. I imagined a tidal wave of sperm-filled semen rushing through it on the way into me.

I checked out his large hairy balls, knowing they manufacture the love-juice and store it in his holding tank prostate. I gave them a gentle, affectionate squeeze.

I began to jack him off, something else I had learned how to do in college along with taking it in the ass.

After a few minutes he said, “There is gonna be a hell of a mess if you keep that up.”

“I don’t want you to finish this way. You said you would push it up my ass.”

As nonchalant as he is about sex, I don’t think he is used to a woman talking so freely about it.

I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and said, “Let’s get on the bed.” Then I deposited a large amount of saliva on his cock-head.

I got up on the bed and assumed the position I thought was appropriate, face down.

Dick climbed aboard and hovered over me with his stiff hard-on swaying side to side.

He hooked his feet over my ankles to lock them in place and put his strong hands on my shoulders.

I must have done something to indicate that I was frightened. I wasn’t.

He explained, “I have had a couple of women try to back out at the last minute. That’s not fair.”

Considering the size of his dick I understood. Especially the length of it. Fortunately, it was not overly thick, so I was not worried. Thickness causes discomfort, length causes pleasure.

“I am not going anywhere”, I whispered. I wanted it up my ass as much as he did.

To confirm my eagerness, I reached back with both hands and spread my butt for him. I felt some modesty because we left the lights on, and I knew he would have a clear view of everything. My vagina with my light brown anus right above it.

I hoped my asshole would be what attracted him the most. It did.

I felt the smooth head of his cock touch my anus. I realized it was really going to happen. The possibility of internal injuries occurred to me.

I whispered, “Should I get some lube?”

“No, I don’t need it. I get so stiff that it will go in if I push hard enough. Even if it is your first time.”

It wasn’t. I held still and kept quiet. I didn’t want to do or say anything that would interfere with what he intended to do.

He began to push, and the pressure built up. My tight entrance resisted the invasion. I tried to will it to open up for him, but I don’t have that kind of control over it.

Then it surrendered, and the tip went into me. He was right, his cock is so stiff it went in when he pushed hard enough.

I inhaled and held my breath.

He stopped with just the head in me. I slowly got used to the stretching. After a few moments I knew nothing was going to rip.

He began to press into me, just a fraction of an inch at a time. Each time he stopped for a moment I thought maybe that is as far as he will go. But thankfully it wasn’t, and he would give me another fraction of an inch.

I was in a state of surrender, submission, and acquiescence. I wanted the entire thing up in my belly.

He did too, but he was taking his time. A little push, and it slid in. Then again. And again.

All the while holding my legs in place with his feet locked over my ankles and his hands gripping my shoulders.

It was like he was pinning me down, but not in a mean or abusive way. The feeling of quiet submission was delicious.

He stopped somewhere a little more than half-way in. I thought he might be concerned about my level of comfort. To put it in a crude but accurate way, I felt full of cock.

In my best girly-girl voice I quietly said, “See if you can get it all the way in.”

He went to work again with little pushes that caused it to slide in little by little.

At long last the penetration was complete. His wiry pubic hair pressed against me, and his ball-sack flattened out against me.

I could feel the head of his cock way up in my soft insides. I thought about the tiny slit-hole in the tip where the creamy cum squirts out. I desperately wanted that to happen, but not too soon.

He began to work it in and out methodically. Slowly at first because my asshole was so tight, but apparently some of that clear fluid that oozes out of a mans cock started to lubricate me.

He was obviously in it for the long haul because he did not speed up, he maintained a deliberate in and out rhythm. We both wanted this to go on forever.

I let go of my butt-cheeks and now when he thrusted in, he slapped up against them, and his ball-sack slapped against my dripping wet cunt.

With each butt slapping thrust I exhaled because he forced the air out of me. I also made a little grunt.

There must have been a loose board or something in the frame of the bed, and as I exhaled and grunted it went clunk.

Those sounds and the creaking of the bed filled the room. It sounded like a crazed coocoo clock and it kept time like a metronome.

I lost all sense of time. I couldn’t tell if we went on like this for four minutes or four hours.

I was drifting in a dream-like state. He was so steady and methodical. I had never been fucked so deeply and completely.

He stopped moving and asked softly if I wanted him to pull it out so I could suck it and swallow his cum.

“No! I’ll taste it some other time. Pump it up into my stomach. “

He seemed to like that idea. Maybe he needed my permission to cum in my asshole.

He speeded up, and I was now stretched out enough for him to go faster.

He tensed up and his breathing changed, and I knew I was about to receive his sperm. His balls were large to match his big cock, and I expected a huge load. I was not disappointed.

He stopped all the way in me and held his breath and groaned.

I felt the pulsing as his cum made the long trip down the tube in his cock to the head. It took a few seconds to cover the distance.

His cock throbbed and twitched and a geyser of cum squirted into me. The first squirt was so powerful it went way beyond where his cock had reached. Following that there was a machine-gun series of smaller spurts.

It seemed like he squirted and spurted into me for ten or fifteen minutes, but it was probably more like ten or fifteen seconds.

In any case it was a lot of cum. And finally, it dribbled into me until he was empty.

He pulled his pole out of me slowly. When it finally popped out a big gob of his cum came out before my asshole could slam shut. It made a big puddle on the bed. Wasteful, I thought.

Maybe this is my chance to taste it, I thought. I went down to the puddle and licked and slurped up as much as I could. It had the usual unpleasant taste but I swallowed it like it was delicious.

Cum has always fascinated me. It is the magic sauce that creates a new life if you put it in the right place. But even if you don’t, it is powerful stuff. It’s alive! Swarming with tiny sperm swimming around trying to accomplish their mission.

But it’s a suicide mission down your throat or up your asshole. It won’t stay alive for long.

We lay side-by-side in the spoon position. He was the big spoon, I was the little one.

I didn’t have an orgasm, but I didn’t mind. I had a calm, warm feeling of satisfaction.

I thought about the bellyful of his love-juice that his balls had made for me. I felt my internal organs moving back into place. I guess he had pushed everything out of his way.

I said, “Dick, are you OK?”

He fumbled and stumbled for a minute and finally said, “I don’t know your name”.

I laughed loudly when I heard that. “That’s great! Let’s keep it that way.”

I said, “If you are like most guys you want to leave now that you have emptied your balls.”

He silently shook his head yes.

He got up and dressed, I just slipped on my panties. I walked him to the door.

He stopped at the door and said “Seriously, can not I see you again?”

We exchanged cell phone numbers and I said, “Call me and I will see. By the way, my name is Sue.”

I went back to bed and basked in the afterglow of being fucked so deeply.

If he does call, I will ask him to bring the other woman I saw him with as I left the club. I am sure he was showing her the size of his cock. She acted offended at first just like I did.

But I am betting that she has reconsidered and might come with him. A big dick works wonders and changes attitudes.

I could watch as she gets impaled by his XL cock. Up her ass of course.

Then if Dick was up to it again after a short wait, she could watch him do it to me.

This idea caused me to masturbate and give myself an intense orgasm