Mary had often talked about Mikes abilities as a lover. I was hoping she had not exaggerated. Mike had his arms around me and I had a feeling that his powerful body could move me however he wanted without me moving a muscle. It was an amazing feeling I had never experienced before. I felt helpless and vulnerable and yet totally willing to let him do with me whatever he wanted.
Mikes hands were all over me. On my breasts, butt cheeks and between my legs. The thong was gone in moments and his hands were both between my legs front and rear touching me everywhere and anywhere and anyway he wanted. It seemed like we had only first kissed moments ago and his hands were already probing both holes front and rear.
I forced my self to try and regain some control and reach down to touch him. His shorts stopped my advances so I threw the sheet and blankets on the floor and got up to pull his shorts off. As they joined the blankets on the floor I saw what I had up to then only fantasized about. Mary had bragged about Mike having a perfect cock and she may very well have been correct. It was not huge but at about 8 inches, far from small, much longer than my husband Jeffs. It was uncut and that was my preference. It was substantial in girth, maybe as big as my wrist. I looked at Mike and he was smiling as I admired his equipment. He got up on his knees as I reached out to touch it and I saw that his cock stood almost straight up against his hairy belly. His cock and balls were shaved clean. I used both hands to push back the foreskin and reveal the head and my favorite thing the glands under the head. I leaned forward and licked the underside of the head and then closed my mouth over it.
Mary had also told me that Mike was a very physical lover bordering on abuse and domination. She had told me she often got sort of "banged up" making love to him. I was about to find out what that meant.
As my mouth closed over his cock I knew I was at my best and couldn't wait to feel the full length and girth of that cock in my throat. I knew that given a little time I could do it and would please him. There was no time. He put his hands behind my head and pulled it toward him very forcefully. I opened as quickly as i could but I gagged, something I never do. He hesitated, pulled out and asked if I was ok. I swallowed hard stopped the gagging and nodded yes. As soon as I said I was ok he pushed his cock into my face again. I opened my mouth and let him in. Again, he did the same thing, pulled my head forward and when I did not gag he kept stroking me. This man, that I thought would make love to me was forcefully fucking my face.
I thought he would cum and it would end but he did not. Instead, after a while he pulled out and physically picked me up and put me on my back on the bed. I told him I needed a moment but he did not stop. I confess that it was a huge turn on to be completely mentally and physically under the control of another person.
Mike put his hands on my knees. I expected him to push them up so he could mount me but he didn't. He pushed them out to the side at a right angle to my body. I was very flexible and could do that so it did not hurt but otherwise it would have been awful. What it did do was it lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. The bad part was that it shifted my clit so it was out of the action. I reach down and rubbed myself. He smiled and said: "Good girl, make yourself cum for me." Every time he thrust into me his cock reached the limits of space and bumped my insides. I wanted so much to cum for him and I did. He saw it and told me that I was too quiet. He wanted to hear me cum not just see it on my face.
As he continued to stroke me I had no choice. When I came again I screamed out: "Oh Mike, I'm going to cum! oh, fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming!"
