Woah, that felt good. It tingled. James began to contemplate again what it would be like to have something inside it. He decided to try it, just one f...nger. It can't hurt, and he could stop if he wasn't enjoying it. His hand moved away from his balls and cock and began to gently rub his hole, making it moist with sweat. He took his middle finger and tried to slide the tip in. It hurt, it stung, but the tingles went all the way into his balls and he loved the feeling it left deep in the pit of. You moan and say 'Oh god Joe fuck me! While you scream this you slam your ass against me. You have what appears to have mini-convulsions on the end of my cock for about a minute, and then collapse onto your face in the bed as you pull off of my cock, and pull the vibrator out. You stay there for a second and then roll over and say that it's my turn. You get up and get a towel and clean me off. You tell me to lay on my back. I do, and you pause to look at my huge cock standing perfectly. +++++ She was twenty one, as it turned out. And the math worked out quite nicely, too. Here’s the gist of the story, at least as Deborah told me later that day. When Deborah Green, then a freshly minted physician, traveled to Berlin as part of a public service obligation, she made her way to Hamburg on BEA, then on to West Berlin via TWA, where inclement weather grounded traffic just after they landed. Waiting for her luggage, she struck up a conversation with one of the flight crew, a tall. I had to laugh at his enthusiasm. But I wasn’t laughing at his cock, which was lovely and rather large. It was probably over seven inches; a little scary but totally delicious. I pulled Brent onto the bed and rolled on top of him. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard. He moaned and gasped and soon he was thrusting up into my mouth. I pumped his cock hard with my fist. It wasn’t two minutes before he came. I could actually hear his cum erupting from his hard cock. I wasn’t really.