Bob is the second guy to make me tap out. The first was a gu..

Bob is the second guy to make me tap out. The first was a guy named Scott. Let me be very clear: this is an entirely different guy than my husband Scott, though I wish I had married him instead of my current husband. He had what I have since found out to be a once-in-a-lifetime dick and a sex appeal to go along with it that I have been unable to match since. I met Scott probably 30 yrs ago, and he had the most enormous cock I have ever touched or seen in my life to this day. No porn guy has gotten near it. I got fired from a respiratory therapist job because he and his dick had such control over me I would do things when he told me. He told me to suck his cock, which meant getting the massive head in my mouth in the warehouse/stockroom where we worked. The owner walked in just as Scott started cumming and told me not to stop. The owner watched me drink and clean up Scott's sperm. He fired us on the spot. So worth it. Scott had chicks left and right, and he just disappeared on me over time. I wish he hadn't. I never got over his dick.

Bob has a 9-inch dick. It's huge. It's thick, spongy, and perfectly shaped with smooth veins. Scott, from long ago, had a 13-inch dick. It was so big it never stood up when it got hard. It would just hang down and grow bigger. I think it was too heavy to stand up. That's a 4-inch difference between dicks. It's a difference the same size as some of your dicks. Think about that. I don't know where all of Bob's cock goes when he goes balls deep in me. I have no idea how I even survived Scott's cock when he bottomed out inside me. Even Scott used to be amazed when I would push against him until his entire 13-inches became invisible. It was like an itch that was so deep that the only way to scratch it was impale myself on his dick, and when the tip of his dick scratched that itch, it was heaven! The most unbelievably pleasurable sensation I have been chasing for a lifetime. Bob gets very close to it. That is probably why when he told me to tell Scott, my husband, who you have all seen his dick, it isn't 9-inches, much less 13-inches, that I belonged to him and did it. Bob ordered me to do this while he had me on all fours, his dick buried in my guts, inebriated from cumming, and staring at my husband. He told me to tell him I would leave Scott for him whenever he asked, and he might ask today. I told Scott I would leave him for Bob if he asked me to. Scott looked devastated. Completely defeated. Then I came so hard I forgot where I was. Bob laughed, and Scott looked nervous. That was one of probably a dozen orgasms I had yesterday. I'm still dizzy from them today. Something went on yesterday that I'm sure many of you aren't into or interested in. Stuff that makes life worth living for me, but I understand it's not for everyone. I will think about what I want to share and post some more a little later today.