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| Introduction: Charlie is writing his friend of his experiences when a sudden life transformation happens, and Charlie keeps his "friend" updated in a series of letters. | ||
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May 21, 2049 Dear Friend: I am really not sure why I’m writing a letter today. Human beings have no confirmed cases of anybody writing an honest to God letter in 30 years and since Time Warner bought the entire Internet in 2022, e-mails have even gone out of vogue and they read our minds for long distance interpersonal communication. Regardless, I felt I should share my story, or more accurately, my desires with somebody. So here goes. The truth about me is that I have led, for all intents and purposes, a full life. I am about to hit 70, I have been married to a wonderful woman for nearly 50 years, and I am the father of three beautiful (now fully grown) children, and I’m a recent retiree after a successful career. I have no absolute reason to look back on my life with regret. But I’m a woefully shallow bastard, I admit. In over 45 years of marriage, I have never made my wife, or any other woman for that matter, cum on my cock. There’s a reason for this --- I have an impossibly small dick. Every so often, it will get maybe four inches long. Maybe. It’s teeny tiny. If I didn’t develop some blood curdling skills with my hands and tongue, I probably would have never scored a girlfriend, let alone a wife. But it made me obsess for a lifetime to have a bigger cock. Nearly every sexual experience, whether alone or with somebody, revolved around me pretending I was hung like a horse. I’d pretend that I was feeling the opening of my wife’s cervix with my ridiculously long cock, watching her writhe in ecstasy with every mind-boggling thrust and I filled her up whole, touching every possible millimeter of her sex and setting her off in symphony of sweaty and blurry moans. Instead, such urges were usually cured by the introduction of toys into the bedroom, using a 10-inch horse cock toy on her as she wiggled and giggled in enjoyment. Fuck that shit. The real tragedy is that I’d be a Greek fucking God if I had a huge dick. I know this. I know how to fuck. I’m a foreplay master. I have some weird talent to map a woman out and find her erogenous zones and just set them off. I can gauge that small whimper when my finger lightly strokes the small of a woman’s back, and I tell myself later, boom, that’s a trigger. You’re going on the to-do list. And a finger in the ass. I don’t know what it is, but EVERY WOMAN, whether she’ll admit it or not, just loves a finger in the ass. She might not like the feeling of full-blown anal, but that slight penetration of her starfish just plain works. Or maybe the weird spots, like the spot right above the bend in her elbow. I’ve seen it work before. A light touch of the tongue followed by a violent bite. Oh. Dear. God. What a strange place for an external G-spot, but everybody is wired differently. It's all about finding them. For normal people though, after all that, the part where the fucking takes place is supposed to be the finale. The part when all the fireworks go off in bunches, and all you can hear are ooohs and aaaahs. For me, though, there’s just never been much I can do when I put it in. It’s like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. And even if I try to multitask and resort back to my foreplay techniques while I’m fucking, it doesn’t work. It’s as if most women just turn off their receptors to foreplay when a cock is in them. They’re just focusing on that pleasure --- or lack thereof. The biggest reaction I get during a fuck is when I cum. Despite having a tiny dick, I’ve always had pretty big balls and shot a pretty righteous load. Even today, pushing 70, I can still get rock fucking hard and shoot my load a good three feet every time I jerk off. When I was younger, my wife loved to give me handjobs and watch as I came across the room, often six feet or more, with just endless ropes of cum. It was crazy. In that way, I knew I was special. I was like Peter North. Hell, when I was a teenager, I used to love blowing my load on the wall above my headboard. Unfortunately, I had to clean the yellow crusties off the wall weekly. So how awesome would it be if, while being able to do all that, I had a big ol’ cock to boot. I wish. I wish. Love Always, Charlie ------------------------------------------------------- September 5, 1994 Dear “Friend”, I really don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to pull, but this isn’t funny. So I wake up this morning and open my eyes, and I’m in the bedroom I had when I was 15. Fif-fucking-teen! It was full blown down to the detail – Jenny McCarthy in a bra poster on the wall, Nirvana pictures everywhere, dirty clothes and papers and shit on the floor, the smell of fucking teenagers that I never thought I had to smell again after my own kids grew up and began using deodorant regularly. Only one thing was different. I look down, and here I am, normal morning wood, only this time, unlike when I was a kid or even an adult, I have this huge fucking hard-on snaking down my boxer shorts. Seriously, I thought it was a dream. I immediately stroked this fucking monster, which I estimated as being around a foot long and thick as my arm, massaged my kiwi-sized balls, and within 30 seconds, I came in those impossibly long ropes I remember, slamming a million miles an hour onto the wall above my headboard. Now I figured I had just had a wet dream. You know, my wife’s pussy is made of dust these days, so I hadn’t truly come in about a week. And it was normal for me to have dreams where I had a freakishly big dick, considering my fetish and desires. So I was due. And I expected to wake up. So I waited there in post-orgasmic bliss. And waited. And waited. Next thing I know, my mother, who has been dead for 20 years, comes in. “Charlie, baby, it’s time to get dressed for school!” I was hit with a sudden emotion of bliss in laying eyes on her. I tried to fight back the immediate tears. Damn, why does this feel so real? Then I saw it. Sitting on the computer desk, next to my now laughable Windows 3.1 machine, was a leatherbound book. I opened it and inside was an inscription: “Sometimes, “friends” have powers you cannot understand. Write in these pages as often as you can with as much detail as possible. Begin by telling about what you felt this morning. Now you’ll know what life would be like as long as you had one big change. Stay In Touch, Your Friend.” Needless to say, I faked sick from school so I could take all this in, and here I am. Writing in your fucking book! Why did you take everything away from me?! I had a good life and now here I am, back being a miserable fucking teenager!? Sure, I have a monster dangling between my legs, but seriously? I fully expect to take a nap now and arrive back in my world that I know. Fuck you, Charlie ------------------------------------------------------------ September 6, 1994 Dear Friend, OK I’m seeing the bright side of all of this. Obviously, if I’m still writing in this journal, that means I was still here after my nap. Still fucking 15. But then I began to see the bright side of things. Let’s be honest. I was 69. Living on my depleted 401K. Just getting up each day to watch TV and that’s about it. Pretty much just waiting to die. Now here I am, living with my mother who’s been dead for 20 years. With my father who’s been dead for 40. I’ve even been without my brothers for 5 or 10 years. I am the last one left. My children don’t really call or come over anymore. My wife barely talks to me or spends time with me anymore. And as we’ve covered, my sex life consists of how creative I can be while jerking off. So I suppose this is a second chance. Or maybe a reincarnation. Everybody has that wish “If I could live my life over knowing what I know now...” Everybody wonders what happens to them when they die. Maybe I just got given a fresh 50 or 60 years. A chance for a new adventure. And a new weapon to use on that adventure. So to encapsulate my day, I’ve jacked off about five more times, and I forgot how endless the cum reserves were when you were 15. And I talked to my mom. And spent two hours talking to my dad after dinner about his life and discovering things I never knew. And getting to know my brothers again. Unfortunately, they’re teenagers again too and I forgot how big of dickheads they were – not like when they were adults. Tomorrow’s a Wednesday, and judging by the date, we’re about three weeks into my 10th grade year. I remember at this time, I was about to begin getting straight C’s (not because I was stupid, but because I was so lazy, I didn’t even need to study to pass. Heck, I got straight A’s in middle school and again in college). And I was so so focused on getting friends and girls. I barely had either. At least now, I was smart enough to balance getting good grades – and getting friends and getting laid. I was still a full two years away from when I originally lost my virginity, so I had to decide if I was going to just let things happen – or try to drastically change my fate. I took a look at my 9th grade yearbook, and it was right then and there that I decided to change my fate. Because I forgot about the hot ass girls I had crushes on. There was Niki Lorrie. She was my lab partner in 9th grade. Not many girls had a rack in 9th grade, but fuck, she had a nice one. She was about 5’3”, skinny with C-cup tits, and it was in 9th grade that I saw my first eye full of tits as she leaned over in a low cut top, and I thought my eyes were going to pop out. But she was cute too, with big brown eyes and a smile that made me melt. She had kind of small teeth so her smile had a “cute” element to it, combined with the fact that she looked almost exactly like Drew Barrymore but with light brown hair. I had a huge crush on her all throughout high school, and I have to admit, I still hold a fire for her today. Then there was Amanda Geary. Amanda was my first real crush back in middle school. I remember one day when she came over to my friend’s house while we were all playing and, at the tender age of 13, she fucking propositioned my 12-year-old buddy, promising a blow job. We were fucking floored. So she had a reputation, that’s for sure. But she was so hot – full shoulder-length auburn hair, bright hazel eyes, and a model’s smile, boasting perfect teeth. And I seem to remember that she was always wearing dark red lipstick and it didn’t come off as too much. She more looked like a Golden Age actress that way. And a very perky C-cup rack didn’t hurt things either. There were many others but those were the two that stuck out to me. I’d be searching those two out right away. So, I guess before I actually go to sleep tonight, I want to say thank you for giving me this opportunity. It’s not like this is “A Christmas Carol” where I have to cure some past transgression. This is just going to be fun --- I hope! Love Always, Charlie -------------------------------- September 7, 1994 Dear Friend, Holy shit, this is going to be fun if today was any indication. First off, holy good god damn, I forgot how hot the girls were back in high school. Seriously, how did I operate with this many hot women around me all the time? I didn’t realize it then, because everybody was so young and fresh, but there are endless amounts of tail to be had. I had always had a thing for younger girls. It was like I was stuck in time craving 16-year-olds. Even once I became a professional (I had a career working in sports), I was constantly surrounded by young girls and women. And I certainly developed a taste for girls aged 16-21. And now here they were. And I could fucking have any of them. But I admit, I didn’t know what to do. I showed up back to my old high school just lost. I went to the office and asked for a copy of my schedule, telling them I lost it and forgot it, and they gave it to me, but not before subjecting me to a lecture by the assistant principal, and it really irked me to see some young 40-year-old punk yelling at me, but then I realized this is Mr. fucking Holloway. The Asshole of Washington High. And I suppose he was an authority figure. So I suspended my pride, tolerated his yell-fest, and went on my way. It was then that I realized that I didn’t even have any male friends at this point. I just went to school at this time, very quiet, not talking to anybody. Let alone girls. I remember that I pretty much made a new group of friends every year throughout high school only to have them fade away before the next school year started. And in the 10th grade, I didn’t make friends until halfway through the year. So I just went about my way quietly, and to be honest, all those feelings of shyness and being judged just came flooding back. They really came back when I was in my second-hour class – graphic arts. At this dawn-of-computers time, “graphic arts” had nothing to do with PhotoShop or designing web sites. It was all about printing. It was more like wood shop. And I just did what I always did when I was in class – make hipster T-shirts and stuff. So I figured this would be as good a time as any for me to make the one article of clothing I actually remember from graphic arts – a pair of gym shorts with an anarchy sign on it (so I can go to gym class and still be “cool”) – when I remember that my beloved Amanda was in that class. “Carlos, you should put your dick on the scanner,” I overheard her say from the computer lab portion of the work room. She was, of course, surrounded by four guys – all little hybrid hoodrat/preppy guys – and she was eating up all the attention. It was such déjà vu. I totally remembered overhearing this scene when I was younger and being completely turned on by it. Of course, Carlos was going to be all over this dare. I looked around to see if the teacher was around, then I remember that Mr. Rodriguez usually snuck outside during class to smoke cigarettes. So we were all on our own in that class. Carlos looked around too, then began to unzip. She giggled. “He’s so cute,” Amanda said. All the other guys started ragging on him. “Sorry baby, I kind of expected you to be bigger.” He didn’t say anything. “Didn’t your momma teach you that you don’t whip it out unless you have something to whip out?” I suddenly looked down to my project of the Anarchy Shorts. I remembered that I would wear these to gym class day in and day out all throughout high school. And I remembered one of the reasons why I liked them so much. They were tight, snug, and showed off my package. I had no dick but I always had pretty big balls. So at first glance, when wearing underwear, it always looked like I had a pretty impressive package. It wasn’t until closer inspection that it revealed that I had a teeny dick. But I had always hoped that by wearing these shorts to gym class, my package bouncing around everywhere, that I’d attract some girls. It never happened then, but now, it was going to be different. Fast forward to gym class. It was my final class of the day, and damn, I forgot about the choice ass in that class. Not only was Amanda in that class as well, but there were two seniors – Rebekah Lange and Pam Martinez. Rebekah was a very cute blonde with long hair to her back, baby blue eyes and a tall, athletic body. About 5’9”, she had a solid B-cup and a girlishly-cute face and smile. Then there was Pam. Shit, how could I forget about Pam? She was the registered titty goddess of the school. About 5’1” – maybe – but skinny and hauling around a pair of DD tits that just dwarfed her petite frame. I remember finding out later that my older brother fucked Pam when he was a senior and she was a freshman (and her tits were still that big even then), and he rubbed it in my face when I told him I had a crush on her. I was such a nerd back then, he just laughed at my intimation that I had a snowballs chance. However, for some reason, Amanda, Rebekah and Pam all talked to me in that class throughout the year. I remember that vividly. Anyway, I was getting dressed for class and it was really then that I marveled at what I was now hauling around. I was wearing boxer shorts, and my cock was so long, even when soft, that it stuck slightly out the bottom of my boxers. The feeling of my cock being restrained down the leg of my boxers had actually bothered me all day long, and now I was seeing why I felt so tight. So I readjusted myself, kind of rolling myself up around the easy access hole in the front of the boxers, and I put my shorts on. I looked down, and holy fuck, was that an obnoxious bulge down there. Not only did my kiwi-sized balls make quite the bulge, but the outline of my soft cock was obvious. What the hell would happen if I started to get hard? So I headed out to gym class, wearing my new shorts, and got in my position to do stretches. I sat down and nobody really noticed me, until we got to the jumping jack portion of our workout. Otherwise known as the part where my package goes haywire. Doing what I had to do, I stood up and began doing jumping jacks, and my balls and cock flew everywhere. I thought they were going slap up and hit my stomach. It was crazy. My cock fell from its strategically placed location and fell down my leg. Then, with every movement I made, my leg rubbed up against my dick. And it began to harden. Oh. Fuck. I was getting so embarrassed and I didn’t know what to do to hide this bulge. That was until I spied Amanda, about two spots away from me, just looking back. Staring. At it. At ME! I immediately felt a rush to my stomach as nervousness overtook me. The look in her eyes was unquestioning. It was lust. Total, unbridled lust. I may not have recognized that look back then, but as an adult, I knew that look now. My mind planned out what I would do. Do I go over to her and tell her I busted her staring? Or do I more play the part and wait for her to maybe make a move? My question got answered for me after stretches. As we were walking outside to the softball field to play softball during gym class, Amanda came up to me. “Hi Charlie.” “Hey Amanda,” I said, trying to be cool. “So I have this, this, question,” she said. “I know it’s going to be weird, so don’t be shocked.” I knew she was going to ask how big my cock was. The lead up to this was obvious. I guess 15 year olds are conversationally transparent. The question remained – do I let her be in charge, or take charge myself and be blunt. I decided to go for the latter. “You want to know how big my dick is, don’t you?” She was shocked. Crap, I hoped that was what she was going to ask. Fuck, I thought I had just made a huge mistake. Then the shock disappeared from her face and it turned in to a huge smile. “How did you know?” Then I stopped walking, grabbed her hand, and pushed her against the wall of the school. You know, the exact opposite of what I would have done when I was in school. It’s amazing what a lifetime of confidence will allow you to do. “I saw you looking at me just now,” I began, moving my hand to her shoulder and my face just inches away from hers. “You looked at me like you were a fucking wolverine ready to devour her prey.” She was floored. Amanda was certainly the type of girl that was always in charge, so I knew she loved to be bullied around and told what’s up. “Is that true, Amanda? Did you want to fucking devour me?” She just got that lusted look in her face again. She closer her mouth and nodded, letting out a whimper. Now I decided I’d play with her. Just for the heck of it. “Well, all these years, you’ve never paid attention to me,” I said. “I always tried to talk to you, and you blew me off. So no, I don’t think you deserve to know about my cock, to see my cock, to devour me. Maybe some day soon, I’ll decide you have deserved the right to interact with it. But until then…” I grabbed her hand, and placed it at the beginning of my hardening shaft. For just a split second, I guided her hand down the entire length of my cock, and watched her eyes as they got big and she let out an audible sigh and cracked a smile. Then I snatched her hand away and looked at her with mock derision. “You fucking disgust me, cock whore.” Then I stormed off. She just stood there in awe. The class took part in softball after that. I did what I always did. I hit three home runs even though I was picked last. And despite that, I would be picked last tomorrow. It broke my heart at the time, but now, I just didn’t give a shit. Walking back to the locker rooms, I heard Amanda yelling for me. She had been endlessly staring at me throughout the softball game. I had to choke back a smile as she yelled for me, and instead pretend to be pissed. “Hi Amanda.” “Hi Charlie.” “What do you want?” “Listen Charlie, nobody has ever talked to me like that. I can’t believe you treated me like such a slut.” Then she grabbed my arm and moved her mouth close to my ear. “I fucking liked it.” I pulled back and looked at her. I wasn’t even sure what emotion I was showing as I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling at that moment. She just smiled. “Charlie,” she began, “You don’t know how fucking bad I want you. I always thought you were cute, even if it was in a nerdy sort of way, and I have a feeling that not only are you hung like a camel, but that you fucking know how to use it.” Dear god, how does a 15 year old get away with talking like this?! I mean, I understand it when I talk like this. I’m actually 69. But this is an honest to God 15 year old. Talking like a porn star. Sweet Jesus, all the rumors were true. I didn’t know how to respond. I simply grabbed her hand, not wanting to cede control of the situation. I pulled her around the corner to a secluded part of the building behind a fence, pinned her to the wall, and kissed her. I got rock fucking hard immediately. In 10 seconds flat, my flaccid member had engorged itself into a foot long meat stick that stuck out the bottom of my shorts. “Holy shit, is that your cock?” she said, looking down at my cock head sticking out through the leg of my shorts. I nodded and kissed her again. “Oh my fucking God,” she said, smiling widely. I pulled my lips away from hers. “Amanda, I’ve had a crush on you since the 7th grade. I used to dream about what I’d do to you if I had you. And now that I have you, and you’re lusting on my fucking cock, I’m going to use the entire playbook of my fantasies to make you cum HARD!” Time to map her out. I immediately nibbled her earlobe, and heard a small moan. Good, but not great. Lightly, I slipped my tongue in her ear. She moaned load… success! Nibbled the top of ear --- right through the roof! OK, come back to that one. I worked my way down to her collar bone and bit hard. “Mmmmm----ooooohhhhh!” Wow, even a bigger reaction than the top of her ear. I ran my fingers under her shirt, avoiding her tits and instead focusing on her lovehandle area, the small of her back, and flat stomach. All marginal reactions until I got to her stomach. Mmmm… very ticklish, and even better, it caused plenty of involuntary spasms. I immediately moved my tongue to the area and she jumped and moaned load with a mixture of giggles. I bit a mouthful of flesh right around her bellybutton. “Holy shit, what are you doing to me?” Amanda announced, exasperated. I just kept on my way. I lowered my hand into her pants, squeezing her fine apple ass with power, then lightly rubbing my index finger on the indentation between the bottom of her ass and her thigh. Fuck, that was the biggest reaction yet. With my fingers still rubbing her ass/thigh intersection, I lifted up her shirt with my other hand and pulled up her sports bra. Holy fuck, those tits were all that were advertised. They were so fucking full, the flesh overflowing out of the top of her bra. And her nipples were my definition of perfect – meaty and thick, sticking out about a half-inch, and perfectly pink areola about the same diameter as a tennis ball. And they were just slightly puffy, protruding out from the breast to create a sexy teen shadow. I denied myself the opportunity to feast on those babies and instead lightly rubbed my tongue on the very end of the nipple on her left tit. Her moans were endless now, one on top of another. I moved my mouth over to the right tit to give it the same treatment as my left hand lightly rubbed around the areola of her left tit. Her breathing was more rapid and ragged, and I recognized this. I had made women cum countless times during foreplay, and she was getting close. Time for piece de resistance. Without warning, I moved forward and plunged my right index finger deep into her soaking wet pussy and she arched her back and bit her lip, whimpering. Then, again without warning, I quickly withdrew my now wet finger from her pussy and plunged it deep in her asshole. She fucking came immediately. I felt her squirt on my wrist as my finger was buried in her asshole, and I thought everybody in the school was going to hear her moans. “Holy shit,” she said, breathing heavily. “How the fuck did you learn how to do that?” “I’m a nerd,” I said. “I read a lot. I’ve been planning for this day for a long time. I’m still a virgin." She just looked at me. “There is no fucking way you’re a virgin. No man has ever made me feel like that.” I laughed. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet. Or eaten your pussy. You just wait. You’re not going to be able to walk for a whole fucking day when I’m done with you.” God, I loved talking like this. She was overcome and kissed me hard and sloppily. I stopped the kiss and pulled away, pulling for my waistband. God, it was such a turn-on to see how excited she was. She was practically hyperventilating. Amanda fucking Geary was hyperventilating at the sight of ME?! I pulled my shorts down and with a violent tension, my turgid cock sprung upward, slapping me in the chest and finally settling just inches away from her breasts. “Oh my god, Charlie. This thing is fucking gorgeous.” Like a woman obsessed, she got on her knees and tried her best to inhale the whole fucking thing. It was too big, of course, so she couldn’t. She barely got past the head and her teeth were grazing all over it. But she was a fucking trooper. She slobbered all over it and tried to cram as much of it down her throat as she could fit. It never made it in, but it was such a fucking turn-on watching her try. She returned to just try a hand job, and she admired its size and girth. “God, Charlie, I can’t even get my hand all the way around it. And I can jerk if off with two hands and there’s even room for two more.” “Maybe I should tell some of my friends about this fucking thing.” Yes, Amanda, you should tell ALL your friends! Then, I grabbed her by her ass, pulled down her shorts a bit more, and picked her up. Sure, I almost dropped her, but I felt so strong with this giant cock, I was able to move her to a nearby bench. I placed her on her back, pulled her ass off the edge, and began my descent. “Are you ready?” “Fuck, I don’t know,” she said. “I hope if fits… mmmm.” I put my cock at her entrance and slowly, began to push myself in. She gasped and began to tear up the moment my cock head popped through her opening. “Holy fuck, you’re soooo big.” Oh god, my head just swelled. “This the first time you’ve had a big cock, Amanda? Huh?” She nodded while whimpering in ecstasy. “You’ve never had a 12 inch cock before?” “Oh my God, you’re 12 inches?” she asked, closing her eyes as I continued trying to cram myself into her. As I squeezed 2 more inches into her impossibly tight pussy, she came, squirting her stuff all over the ground below. My God, did she cum at just the idea of having a 12 inch cock? I’m barely three inches into her right now. I bent forward to get leverage, grabbing hold of her sides and pushed my cock in deeper. She had taken five now. Six. Seven. Wow, this felt so weird, feeling this much pussy. And feeling it so tightly around me, I thought I was going to cum right then. By this time, her orgasms were coming in bunches, almost one on top of another, and I was losing count. Damn, is this what guys with big cocks can do? Make girls cum by simply waving their girth around? By the time I had all but about four inches of my cock inside her, I felt it. The feeling I had been imagining my entire life. I bottomed out. When I reached the back of her pussy wall, her back arched and she came again (surprise surprise). The feeling I felt was pressure, a little bit like trying to put on gloves that were too small. It was good, great for the ego, but a little bit uncomfortable. All I wanted at that moment was to be able to thrust back even further and jab my cock toward the back of her uterus. “Jesus Christ, Charlie, I’ve never been this filled up! Fuck, how are you even real?” I just kept fucking her, bottoming out on her and thrusting while nibbling the parts of her body I could reach. I immediately noticed that with a cock this big, my body couldn’t get very close to hers, so I couldn’t embrace her as easily. But that was no matter --- I was FUCKING AMANDA GEARY! As I felt myself get close, I told her to get off the bench and get on her knees. “Grab it with both hands and jerk me off,” I commanded. “I’m going to cum on your face.” She looked up at me in horror. Oh yeah --- I forgot that this was 1994. There was no Internet. No widespread knowledge of or acceptance of cumming on one’s face. XHamster hadn’t enlightened the masses yet. “No, it’s okay, Amanda,” I assured her. “Women do it all the time like this. I’ve seen it all the time in porn videos.” She seemed to calm with that and began stroking my cock with both hands, twisting them instinctively as she looked up with still more lust in her eyes. I felt the cum slowly rise up my cock, and I have to admit, I still wasn’t used to that feeling. With a small dick, orgasms were short but I shot forever. It didn’t take a long time for the cum to rise up my little dick – making the orgasm feeling last for two seconds tops before I just simply shot for the next 10 seconds. With a big long cock, the orgasm feeling was waaaay longer. The cum took like five or six seconds to rise up my cock and the orgasm feeling seemed endless. And I shot way more too, since there was more cum to dispose of. Which Amanda was going to find out firsthand. The first shot took her by surprise, as it shot hard right at her eyeball in a rope and plastered it immediately shut. Then it shot her and landed about five feet behind her head. And the shots just kept coming, some shooting past her face, but about half just glazing every square inch of her impossibly beautiful face. I can’t explain the feeling of seeing Amanda Geary covered in my cum, and MY deflating 12 inch cock in front of her as she breathed heavily. “Holy fuck, Charlie. We are sooo doing that again!” Friend, I will repeat, THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN! Love Always, Charlie |
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