I met MJ online. He was one of many hopefuls that have messaged me, but for whatever reason his message was one of the least offensive at the time. I told him he lived too far away... but I might make an exception.
I looked at his images, one his nearly naked body--thinner and taller than I like but not something I was going to worry about. The physical matters so much less to me now than it once did. The second photo was his hard cock.
I'm not the kind of girl who likes dick pics, unless I'm friendly with the dick already. But in this case I was grateful he included it. Large without being looking fake or disturbing. And uncut. A combination I desperately wanted to enjoy.
I've never been a size queen. I don't need a big cock. But having spent the majority of quarantine occasionally hooking up with a man with a small cock that has difficulty getting hard and cums way too quickly I was ready to go a very different direction. I needed to be fucked. The one night stand I'd recently had involved a guy who stayed nicely hard but wasn't that big. I wanted to be filled. MJ was going to give that to me and a little more.
I have become more reluctant to hook up with men my age due to finding out how many of them have trouble getting or staying hard or who can only cum once and they're done for the day. However, something told me to take the chance and I'm so glad I did.
I think it took about a week for us to match up our schedules the first time. But that first time more than made up for all the months of disappointment up until then. I was a little afraid of MJ's cock because it is so large and I'm not used to that. But he was gentle and kind and attached his mouth to my pussy until I came a few times before he even tried to enter me.
That man knows how to use his tongue. Teasing and living my clit until I'm on the edge of orgasm before sucking it into his mouth while I shake and arch my hips toward the pleasure. I came twice that way and was on the edge of a third when he started to move away. I know I reached my hand toward him to stop him from abandoning me, letting it fall back against the bed in disappointment. But he saw my distress and wrapped his lips back around my clit giving me that orgasm I had nearly lost.
He moved back over me, then and asked if he could kiss me. I didn't answer, pulling his wet mouth down to mine, tasting and smelling my arousal on him.
He got a condom at some point and put it on before he nestled his cock head between my legs and began the shallow, slow pushes that would open my pussy to his length. I don't remember it hurting at all. I remember feeling myself stretch to accommodate his girth but it wasn't painful, just different. I don't know if he pushed all the way inside until he was buried balls deep or if he realized he might be too much and held back. I just know it felt amazing to have him inside me.
And like a trope in a bad romance novel I discovered just having his cock inside me was enough to make me cum. The muscles in my pussy would twitch with pleasure and anticipation and the feel of his thickness defying the clenching sent me into orgasm.
I pushed him out more than a few times, cumming over and over as he'd push back inside me. He discovered if he pushed his cock all the way in as I started to cum he could stay inside. He later told me when he was all the way inside and I came he felt like I was pulling him deeper instead of pushing him out.
He pulled out a few times, getting up to get water, mostly, keeping himself from cumming before he was ready. He did eventually allow himself to cum, fucking me in a dozen or so short strokes until his cock erupted.
I lay there afterward feeling amazing but nowhere near sated. I wanted and needed more. But experience told me I should be grateful for how very much I got and that I should stop thinking about how much I needed to find someone to keep up with me.
And then he did it again. I was more sore that time, feeling the burning pressure of him stretching my pussy to take his generous cock a second time. The pain quickly abated and I have myself over to the pleasure his body offered mine.
I left his place in the wee hours, tired, used, and utterly content that I had been successfully and gratifyingly fucked just the way I needed.
It wasn't until the next day that my pussy let me know in no uncertain terms that while it had enjoyed meeting MJ it was not used to having visitors, let alone ones who, uh, pushed the furniture around.
