My God, there is no way I can get that monster in my mouth, I thought.
When he was close enough, he moved the still growing, hardening organ up and down and made a gesture with his other hand, telling me to open my mouth. I kept it shut. Without warning he slapped me. Once. Hard. Almost knocking me down. Then he wagged his monster d**k again and made the same opening gesture. Not wanting another blow to the other side of my face, I opened my mouth and slowly took him in, carefully guiding it past my teeth, letting the head push my tongue down and allowing my stretched lips to slide over the circumference of the giant thing. He smelled of some citrus-based cologne and tasted of man flesh. I had done this enough times with other men, part time boyfriends and long term lovers to know the ro
