When did big cocks become the norm?

The ginger one.

Meeting Harrison was way out of my norm in terms of looks. A redhead with an interesting hairstyle. But his chat was easy and felt genuine. I think ultimately that’s always what we’re looking for: some genuine, authentic connection to make us feel seen and important.

He was driving almost two hours, so we arranged a social with a view to playtime the same night. He was coming straight from work on a bank holiday, so we actually ended up at a McDonald’s for the social portion. We chatted like we’d known each other for years over a burger, and I even shared my ice cream. With broad shoulders and a confident, thick gym body, I was very happy to invite him back.

Arriving to ours

He had a shower and we headed downstairs. We chatted and kissed. His tongue was aggressive and determined to give my tonsils an exam, not my go-to style but I loved the passion. He showered every part of my body with affection, kissing my chest, my boobs, and my nipples. Already clean, he wasn’t wearing much, and I enjoyed removing his underwear to start teasing and kissing his cock, which was surprisingly big.

He’d already said he couldn’t cum from head, but as this was a first meet I didn’t want him cumming too soon anyway. He was long and thick, and as I pushed him down I thought I was about to be beaten again. Where did all these guys with huge cocks come from? But with a little perseverance I was taking his cock down my throat and his whole body was reacting. I continued to check that he was OK. Pain isn’t fun for anyone and he was adamant he was enjoying it. He would sit up and kiss me again, his hands reaching down to my body, but I wouldn’t stop for long before going back to kiss, lick, and suck his cock.

The huge tongue

This was his first ever meet on Fabs, but he was dominant enough to push this woman back onto the sofa, stating “it’s my turn” as he kissed down my stomach and buried his face between my legs. His impressively huge tongue darted over my clit and then pushed inside me. Wow. I laid back with my arms over my face, loving the sensations of something so different. He had such control and stamina with his tongue, something I haven’t had or seen with others.

I’m not sure why, despite the ecstasy I felt with his tongue working away, it didn’t make me cum. I still spend so much time in my head worrying that I will never be good enough. I was so keen to feel him inside me so when he moved up and kissed me again, rubbing his big cock against my pussy, readying himself to enter I was happy. My face must have been a look of panic though as I said, “No, not yet.” Safe sex is non-negotiable and I wasn’t thrilled that he’d rubbed his head against me without protection. I asked if he had a condom. He didn’t, so I darted upstairs to grab one. Staying healthy is my number one priority and I do everything I can to keep myself, my husband and playmates safe and that will never change.

My big O

I handed him the packet and knelt down to suck his cock, just to make sure he was as hard as possible. Totally unneeded, as he was hard as a bloody rock still. I climbed on top of him, now suitably attired, and revelled in the sensations of his cock so deep inside me. He pushed up to meet me every time I lowered down, and the build-up from his incredible oral skills meant I could feel I wouldn’t last long. I touched my hand to my clit, and just moments later I was climaxing hard around his cock. I held on to him tightly to allow the pleasure to subside and he grabbed hold of me and stood up.

I’m a big woman. I have huge boobs, an arse worthy of a slap, and a mum-tum to boot. There is nothing about me that could be described as small, and yet this 6ft 2 ginger guy picked me up, lowered me to the floor, and entered me again as if I weighed half what the scales tell me I do. He fucked incredibly well. He moved me around with ease, and I felt only pleasure as he rhythmically fucked me in position after position. The slight variations taking me from one level of pleasure to the next.

One of my biggest pet peeves is guys that set a rhythm for ten seconds and then stop, then a different pace and then stop. For fuck’s sake, I need some time to enjoy the feeling and the stop-start is the worst. Harrison had the cardio to keep going in exactly the way I like it. And, as we moved back to missionary, he held me closely and kept fucking with the gradual building of tempo and depth until he came. His big arms holding me closely and his heart beating hard against me.

The aftermath

This was one of the best vanilla fucks I had ever had. We then lay back on the sofa. He stayed naked and asked for a cuddle. He put his arm around me and kissed my head. It was a sweet moment, but I knew then I wouldn’t hear from him again.

He had said he was unsure whether he was cut out for Fabs but wanted to try. He had told me how attracted he was to me. I think he was looking for more. He was a pure soul really, and in my heart there was only ice.

He left with a kiss. A week on, nothing.