At 19teen taking of 9inch in me : Pain and Pleasure
I remember every second because it was the first time I’d ever had anything close to that size inside me.
I was nineteen — still tight from limited experience — when my dad’s friend, Mark, ended up alone with me after a barbecue. Everyone else had drifted outside to play cards. I stayed behind to “clean up,” knowing he was still in the living room nursing a drink.
He watched me bend to pick up paper plates, my sundress sliding up the backs of my thighs. When I straightened, the look in his eyes made my pulse jump. He came closer, palm skimming the curve of my hip. I didn’t move away — just bit my lip and let the strap of my dress slip off one shoulder. That was all he needed.
He turned me around, pulled the hem of my dress up over my hips, and discovered I’d skipped panties. My slit was already slick with nerves and anticipation. He pressed two thick fingers along the length of it, gathering the wetness, then brought them up to my lips so I could taste myself. That alone made my knees wobble.
When he freed himself, my breath caught. Nine inches — thick, heavy, the head already shining with precum. He sat back on the couch, took my waist, and guided me forward. “Easy,” he said, voice gravelly. I straddled him, feeling that wide crown kiss my entrance. Even with how wet I was, the stretch burned instantly.
He kept one hand on my hip to control the pace, the other sliding under my dress to cup my tiny boobs. His thumb flicked one nipple, then he leaned in and sucked it straight into his mouth — hot pull, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. The sting of his mouth on my nipple sent a jolt right to my core.
I lowered myself the first inch — thick pressure parting me. I could feel every vein. He held still until my breathing steadied, then coaxed me lower, letting me sink gradually down the rest of the shaft. The burn gave way to a deep, aching fullness I’d never felt before. When I finally settled in his lap, he was buried to the hilt, stretching me so wide I couldn’t believe I could take it.
He paused to let me adjust, then rolled his hips up, forcing me to ride that heavy length. Each slow thrust rubbed me raw in the best way — my inner walls clenching around him as he sucked hard on my nipple, teeth tugging. His free hand pinched the other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp.
I braced my palms on his chest and started to move — little lifts and drops, letting the thick head drag along my walls before sinking back down. The friction built fast; every downward push jolted a stinging pleasure up my spine. He groaned, spit on his thumb, and brought it to my clit, rubbing tight circles while I rode. The mix of the huge stretch inside and the focused pressure on that swollen nub sent me straight over. I clenched around him, body shaking, a broken moan spilling from my lips.
He didn’t stop. He thrust up harder, filling me again and again while sucking first one breast, then the other — tight mouth, greedy tongue — until with a guttural curse he pulled me down flush. I felt the pump of his release — thick, hot spurts inside me — each pulse nudging me into softer aftershocks.
When it was over, I was still impaled on that nine‑inch monster, dress bunched at my waist, nipples sore from all the sucking. Slick and cum trickled out around him as I finally lifted off, legs trembling. He wiped the mess from my inner thighs with his fingers, brought them to my mouth, and I licked them clean, tasting both of us mixed together.
That was my first time taking anything that big — slow, controlled, and all-consuming. I’ve never forgotten how it felt to stretch that wide, or how his mouth on my tiny breasts kept me straddling the line between pain and the most intense pleasure I’d known.
