I considered myself under-endowed. Not that I couldn't use the equipment I was blessed with. On the contrary, of the half-dozen sexual liaisons in my ...ife, all the ladies expressed satisfaction in my abilities; most had asked for return engagements; and some had even sought a more permanent relationship - which I was inclined, at those times, to decline. And yet, I always considered my size, in the dick department, average at best. I've often wondered if size DOES matter, as the old cliché. SMACK across your face again. I grab your hair and force you to your knees. Pull open your mouth and jam my cock in it. This is no blow job, its a skull fucking. You have trouble keeping up. My cock pounding your throat. I hold it in all the way and your eyes water and start to gag.I alternate from beating your face to fucking your throat. Tears are flowing. I decide to give you a little break. For your break I have you eat my asshole. You try to give it a little lick, but I smash your face. ”“Steve is on the board of the Lundgren Foundation,” Gina said. “He’s close friends with Doctor Al Barton as well. I’m sure you’ve seen Kara in faculty meetings.”Both Kara and Barack laughed.“The Chemistry department and Law School faculty don’t mix much,” Kara said. “Though I have seen professor Obama on campus.”Others came over and began talking with the Obamas, so Kara and I excused ourselves and got our drinks. We saw Samantha and Brian come in and walked over to greet them.“He does look. Looking back over her shoulder at him, she could see that George had taken hold of his stiff cock and begun to rub himself gently, pulling his foreskin back to show his engorged, shiny helmet. “George, I want it....” said Gill, resting a hand on her right buttock and gently parting her cheeks. Moving from the sofa, George knelt behind her, gripping her round buttocks as Gill looked up at Tam, motionless on the chair in front of her. “I want you to fuck me,” she said, staring into Tams eyes.