His Dick Was as Big as My Head
And he gave me the one night stand of my dreams
I want to tell you about the biggest dick I’ve ever had inside me.
The size isn’t what makes the story special, though. I would’ve had an amazing night no matter what this guy was packing.
He just happened to be packing a whole heck of a lot.
Obviously, I didn’t know that at first - I wasn’t bold enough to look at a guy’s dick print back in those days.
Plus, I love a good surprise. No reason to spoil a good dick drop because I got too nosy.
I was just a girl with a long train ride ahead of her. And he was exactly the kind of guy who could make the trip feel way too short.
Handsome and slightly older - or maybe his confidence just made him seem that way. Looking lean and fit through his clothes. Deep brown hair with a well-groomed beard - I’ve always been a sucker for a guy who can take proper care of his beard.
His looks roped me in, but it’s the way he spoke to me that kept me captivated.
He could carry a conversation and be charming the whole time. He was attentive in a way that made me feel all blushy. He broke through my shyness - he made me so comfortable, opening up to him felt natural.
I was swooning so hard, I barely felt the hours go by. The sun setting way my only clue that we had spent so much time together - and didn’t have much of it left.
I could’ve listened to him talk all night, but I would’ve kicked myself if that’s all we did.
I wanted him to hold me.
I wanted to feel his lips against mine.
Most of all, I just wanted him to fuck me.
And this lucky girl got exactly what she wanted.
Our long conversation turned flirty. He moved closer to me. He traced his fingers on my thigh.
I wanted him so badly, I could barely get a word without stammering. I wasn’t cool and comfortable anymore - I was nervous and barely able to contain my excitement for him.
Feeling his lips on mine gave me a deep sense of relief - this was really happening. But my heart only beat faster and I probably made out with him a little too aggressively.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted him so fucking much that I didn’t care to play cute and coy anymore.
We didn’t have long and I wasn’t going to miss my chance. The sleeper car was practically empty, so I climbed into his lap and pressed against his hard bulge.
It was the kind of moment I wished could drag on forever. Grinding into this guy I barely knew but somehow knew how to make me feel special. The thrill of feeling his hands go up my shirt. Him grabbing my ass in a way that felt firm and passionate.
But our time was running out and it would’ve been a shame for him to keep that cock in his pants. So, I climbed off him, he spread a blanket over us, and we undid our pants.
He slipped his hand into my underwear. I was already embarrassingly wet and his fingers gliding smoothly along my pussy was an amazing sensation.
I reached into his boxers, felt for his cock, and my heart skipped a beat.
Partly, it was the thrill that always comes from touching a new dick.
But mostly, it was the shock at just how much dick I was touching.
Mr. Monster Cock
I’m going to pause here for a moment.
Not because I want to build anticipation or tease you before I unveil all the dickly details.
No, I’m pausing because that’s how it felt in that moment - like time slowed down.
Everything still happened pretty quickly, but feeling the sheer size of that guy’s cock brought me back to reality a bit.
I was still as eager to hump him as a bunny in heat.
I still couldn’t wait to find out if he fucked as well as he spoke.
I was completely locked in and determined to go all the way with my sleeper train Casanova.
But now I had a problem on my hands - or well, wrapped in one of my hands anyway.
Everything about that night had been so spontaneous. And I was excited by all the things I didn’t know yet - where he was going to put his hands next, if he was going to fuck me gently or pound into me hard, if he’d moan even though we were trying to stay quiet.
I just hadn’t anticipated him having such a massive cock.
It was on the shorter side, but girthy as can be.
So thick that I could barely wrap my hand around it - my fingers couldn’t reach my thumb when I did.
So thick it was kind of a problem.
I had to start thinking on my feet. I was experienced enough to know what to do with a cock, but not experienced enough to know how to handle one wider than my wrist.
I had to figure out how to stroke him when I couldn’t get a good grip on his huge hard-on. It was like holding a soda can - and I had no clue how to jerk off a soda can.
I wondered if it might actually be too big for me. I really didn’t know if I could comfortably take that much girth - though I was still excited to find out.
And I tried not to think about what would happen if I decided to put my mouth on that massive beast.
Honestly, I felt a little intimidated by his dick. I didn’t entirely know what to do with it - and I just hoped that he would.
Lucky for me, he did.
I got on my knees, pulled pants halfway down my thighs, rested my elbows on the back of the seat, and waited for him to take me.
I could channel my inner erotica writer here. I could add sorts of dirty little flourishes.
I could say that he had to slowly work his huge dong into me while I bit my lip.
That he stretched my pussy so much that I could barely take it.
That it was like getting fisted - only better because I could feel his balls slap against my clit.
But no, I’m not going to do any of that. Because it wasn’t really like that at all.
His dick was shockingly huge, I can’t deny that. But it was just a really good, simple, straightforward fuck.
What really felt amazing was the way he fucked me - the speed, the rhythm, the way his hands held my hips.
What turned me on is that it was him - that he was giving me what I had been craving more with every minute I had spent with him.
Where we were was making me horny, too. Fucking in a train, in a semi-public spot, with just the right amount of risk - I would’ve fucked him anywhere, but this was a real thrill.
It’s a thrill that came with a price, though. Because we were interrupted before we were done with each other.
I never got to feel his massive cock twitch inside me while he came.
I never got to hear what kind of sounds he makes while hitting that climax.
I didn’t get a proper finish at all.
But none of that really matters. Because I still had an incredible night, more sexual tension and anticipation than I had ever felt before, some quick and amazing action, and an experience that tops any orgasm.
The Big Dick of My Dreams - Is Going to Stay in My Dreams
I’ve thought about that dick a whole lot since I encountered it.
It’s a very precious memory. I cherish the hell out of it.
I get turned on every time I daydream about it.
And sometimes I wish I would’ve found a way to get some more action out of him. Track him down and have another go on that big cock of his. Somewhere a little private this time, so I can really get the full experience.
Get a good look at that short and stocky dick while I play with it in my hands.
Straddle him again, but with a lot less clothes on. Ride him long enough to really take in what that thick dick feels like.
Maybe even get brave enough to see if I can fit it in my mouth. I mean no, there’s no way I could’ve. But I would’ve licked it all over like an ice cream cone with three scoops.
But it just wasn’t meant to be.
I had my little bit of fun and then it was over.
And you know, it’s probably better that way.
It’s such a beautiful memory. It’s one of the hottest things in my spank bank.
Making it more real could only spoil it. And I’d much rather keep it pristine and perfect.
But after years and years of playing that memory back in my mind, I decided to experience it again as best as I could.
No, I didn’t try to track him down. I’m keeping him right where he is - he’s always going to be my stranger on a train and nothing more.
But I did get myself a soda can dildo.
Not like, shaped like an actual soda can. It’s a dick through and through. And not as stubby as a can, either. It’s hard to find a fake dick that’s thick and short - if you go wide, you pretty much have to go long too.
Thick, though. Really thick. At least as thick as this guy was.
And let me tell you, my excitement was short lived.
It was girthier than I thought it would be - but then again, so was he.
It was intimidating as hell - but yeah, so was the monster dick I couldn’t even hold right.
I did my best to fuck it, but it didn’t help me relive that beautiful night. It was kind of an ordeal.
Rubbing it against my pussy felt nice. But getting it inside me, that was just challenging.
And I’m the kind of girl who likes to play her games on easy mode. I’m not going to spend hours trying to fit a massive dick inside me.
That’s just not worth it - not unless it’s attached to a guy who can charm me right out of my pants.
I still fantasize about him sometimes when getting myself off. Except I use a dildo that’s slimmer than he was. I can let my imagination fill in the details - I don’t need a dick to actually fill me up, too.
But trying to fuck that huge dildo at least gave me some peace of mind.
Because now I know I was right. That thick dick and the night I had with it are better as a memory.
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