It didn't fit.
Sean was standing in the middle of the dorm room he had just moved into. His shorts and boxers were down around his ankles. Angela, his new housemate whom he had met only an hour ago, was on her knees, holding his massive penis with both hands. She was trying to force the rock hard beast into her mouth. She tried opening her mouth as wide as possible, stretching her jaw until it hurt, but it was no use. Sean's cock was simply too thick.
He wasn't surprised. His first girlfriend, Britney—who was, technically, still his current girlfriend—could barely get his dick into her mouth, and she had a really big mouth. Everything on Britney was big: big tits, big ass, big lips, big smile, big teeth. Big opening between her teeth in which Sean's meat would slide.
Sean looked away from Angela and looked out the window. He started reminiscing about Britney. She was a great girl in so many ways, including the fact that she was physically capable of sucking his dick, unlike Angela.
He looked back down at Angela. Now that he took the time to notice, he realized that she had really small tits. Nothing compared to Britney with her massive jugs that were literally the size of honey dew melons. And Britney's tits hadn't started sagging yet (she was only 18). She had big, light pink nipples—the kind of nipple coloration you find on women with natural bleach blonde hair. (Britney was of Irish and Icelandic descent.) He remembered how she would ride his dick and those huge tits would bounce up and down. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever beheld. Almost as beautiful as when she would blow him. He would watch in total happiness as his forearm-thick cock slid in between her full, pouty lips.
Sean studied Angela. Her lips were a bit on the thin side. Nothing compared to Britney's lusciousness. Sean was starting to have second thoughts. Maybe this Angela girl wasn't all that. Maybe he should go back to Britney.
He examined Angela, trying to decide if he wanted her. She had long, shiny light-brown hair. High cheekbones—like a fashion model. He couldn't see that bubble butt of hers from his current position, but on her knees, in those short shorts, her thighs were fully exposed. Thick, womanly thighs, just the way he liked it. Not too thick—she was a tennis player, after all. She was fit. Everything on her was taught. No sag.
Britney wouldn't be arriving to visit him until tomorrow, Sean thought. He could fuck Angela today and go back to Britney tomorrow. Why not? He smiled. Life was good when he was selfish.
He looked Angela in the eyes. She looked a little sad. “I can't get it in,” she said as if she had done something wrong and she was sorry.
Sean laughed. “That's alright, Baby. I could see you tried very hard. Daddy's gonna take care of you.” Daddy? Sean thought. Where did that come from? He had never talked like that before. Oh well. It felt right in the moment. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto her feet.
“Take your clothes off, Baby,” he ordered in a tone that was both gentle and authoritative, as if she was his daughter.
“Yes, Daddy,” she responded. She was getting into it.
Sean prepared for what was coming: Angela's naked body. He wanted to get comfortable for the viewing. He stepped out of his shorts and boxers. Now he was wearing only shoes, socks, and a t-shirt. He took a few steps back and sat on his bed. He leaned back on his elbows.
Angela stared in awe. Sean was in excellent shape. His lean muscles bulged from a summer of swimming, hiking, and humping Britney. And with his long, incredibly thick dick jutting out from his body, he was a vision of young, masculine perfection.
He noticed how Angela was staring at him, biting her lip. To give her a show, he put his hand on his dick and started stroking it slowly. (Even his big hand couldn't wrap all the way around his thick cock.) He cupped his massive balls with his other hand and lightly fondled them. Angela was mesmerized. “Show Daddy what you got,” he ordered.
“Yes, Big Daddy.” Angela was playing into the subservient thing one hundred percent.
“Big Daddy?” Sean thought to himself. “I like the sound of that! Isn't that what Black women call their men? I have to fuck a Black girl sometime. I'm about to fuck my second woman, and she's white just like the first one. I'm white, which means it's more likely than not that I would fuck white women. But I would like to be more multicultural....” Sean's mind was going off on a tangent, as it often did.
Angela pulled her pink tank top over her head, revealing a pink lace bra. Sean's attention was back in the present. The bra looked nice, he thought. Victoria's Secret? Her stomach was toned. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Two small but very perky titties stood at attention. Two brownish-pink nipples were fully hard. “Not bad,” Sean thought. “Not bad at all. Maybe I like small titties 'cause these look nice.”
Angela kicked off her shoes, then took off her socks. Sean always thought it was funny when people were about to have sex and they took their socks off. It was necessary, of course, but always seemed an un-erotic interruption to the sexy flow of stripping.