He Nicknamed His Enormous Cock “The Beast”

It was biggest cock I’ve ever seen

Image from Pixabay

I first met the new guy on Ashley Madison and had been sending messages back and forth for a few weeks. I’d been so horny I needed a release. It was early January, and I hadn’t seen my usual lover since November, and wouldn’t again until February because he lived out of town.

It was still early days in my affair with my lover, we weren’t exclusive then, and he knew I was still seeing people and checking things out.

When the new guy asked to meet, I was reluctant at first, but I was pretty hard up over Christmas, so thought, why not?

We arranged our meet at a hotel not too far away from my place. This was one of the few dates I had where we lived at the time.

Arriving at the hotel, I noticed someone getting something from his truck, and I realized it was him. From the pictures we’d exchanged he didn’t look too bad, and thankfully the pics had been current.

I followed him up to the hotel nervously, still wondering if it was the right thing to do. I needed to get laid, but he was in his early thirties, making me nearly 20 years older than him. While a lot of ladies might be thinking good for you girl! I was feeling a little awkward and unsure of myself.

There was a bed and couch in the room, so I took my jacket and boots off, and sat with him on the couch. We chatted awkwardly for a bit until he put his arm around me and drew me to him. Undoing his zipper, he took himself out and announced —

“Meet…The Beast!”

He said it as if he was showing off a giant snake at the circus. He was definitely proud of it, but in the way a little boy showing mommy his artwork is proud.

This is where our age difference started to show. He was thrilled by his cock and its size, and while I thought it was nice, the sideshow act left me a little less excited than I suppose he wanted me to be.

It was huge though.

I’ve not seen a cock as big. I started to play with “The Beast,” and as it grew I wondered if I’d be able to take him. Fully erect, he was about 11” long. I couldn’t get my hand around him and was reminded of all those 80s Penthouse Letters describing cocks as thick as pop cans.

When I leaned in to suck “The Beast,” I found I could get some of him in my mouth, but my gag reflex was quickly triggered. So instead of trying to take him in, I licked and sucked his cock-head as I stroked him. I’d never been gagged like that before, and I do love having a cock in my mouth but it took some time to adjust.

Our clothes were still on as I gave him a good suck before moving to the bed. As he started undressing I felt a little shy of showing him my old lady body.

Once in bed, the fun began in earnest, but again the age difference was there. He was pretty active and wanted to do so many different positions it was hard to keep up. Starting with a 69, it felt so good to have his mouth on me and his tongue inside me though, so I couldn’t complain.

As I began to relax, he flipped me over into missionary and slowly entered me, taking his time. He was quite good at introducing “The Beast” to a new pussy, and I was grateful for that.

I’d brought my small bullet vibrator, and when he saw it, he asked me to keep it on my clit between us as we fucked, which sounded perfect to me!

He wanted me to cowgirl after missionary, so I rode him for a bit, but I’m a little tight, and my kegels kept spitting “The Beast” out. Next was doggy, and it felt good, but the positions and changes were beginning to hurt my hips, and were tough on my old legs.

After that he moved me to the end of the bed and held my legs wide, as he played and licked me, before plunging “The Beast” into me.

One thing I was beginning to notice by that time was he had a problem staying hard. I don’t know if that’s a big cock issue, or just him, but between position changes I had to suck him hard again, which was becoming more a chore than fun. After a while, it seemed like I spent more time putting air in the tires than riding the bike.

As we were fucking on the edge of the bed, I had a surprise orgasm. I’ve never orgasmed while being fucked before, so it seems “The Beast” was good for something. He came shortly after I did.

When I orgasmed though, besides the surprise of it happening, what I didn’t get were orgasmic clusters pulsing through me. When I’m using my vibrator, I can keep it going for half-an-hour. In this case, I couldn’t coax another out with my bullet while he was still pounding away, so I stopped trying.

Immediately after I orgasmed I was done. Even though he kept going, I just wasn’t that interested. Of course I wanted him to finish, so let him work away as I pretended to be in to it.

When he came, we’d been together for maybe an hour and a half at the most, and right after that he started looking at the time. I could tell he wanted to leave but it seemed like he was sticking around to humor me. My lover would use that time to tell me how beautiful I was as he snuggled with me, encouraging me to use my vibrator.

Instead the Beast Master ran me a bath as a way of filling the time, I guess, but he didn’t get in with me, so that was that.

Image courtesy Nishant Aneja from pexels

I’m not sure about anyone else, but I need a little TLC after giving it up. And he should have taken some time to thank me for keeping him hard. While I expected to hold up my end, I didn’t get anything for free that night.

Driving home I wanted to cry. I know I was there for a quick pick me up, but I also needed to know I’m wanted. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but feeling unappreciated made me miss my lover even more.

PRO TIP MEN — Show her a little love after you orgasm. It doesn’t have to be much, but a nice cuddle under the covers, some kissing, and a word or two about how good she looked or something else nice wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Of all the men I’ve been with, which hasn’t been many, except for that one night, the only man who left me feeling warm, confident, and appreciated was my lover. He treated me like a queen from our first date and his aftercare was beyond anything I could have hoped for. He’s always made me feel wanted, loved, and appreciated. He still makes sure I get home safely and thanks me for the time I spend with him.

It took me a while to see what I had in my lover, but I’m not letting go.

Here’s the “except that one night” I was talking about —A 48-Year-Old Married Mom’s First Sex Club Visit With Her Secret Lover
They treated me like a queen.medium.com


© Teresa J. Conway, 2020

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Exported from Medium on April 8, 2021.

Author of How to Cheat: Field Notes from an Adulteress, several short stories, I'm active on Medium @teresajconway where I sometimes share my blog posts, and I'm a fair-weather tweeter @tjconway69.

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