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Friday night at a sports bar is like being at a carnival shooting gallery, without the ducks, just the dicks. A sports bar is a stud farm where it's only a matter of time before I find a thoroughbred. This doesn't take a lot of effort because it's always been easy having guys hit on me. So at a sports bar, my only interest is who do I think is good looking and has the biggest cock or at least a big cock. It's only a matter of aiming for the best of breed.Some nights are better than others but my track record has been pretty good lately, like last night. My husband and I went out to one of our local sports bars. I walked in ahead of him. He came in about five minutes later sitting on the far side of the bar. Almost immediately, several guys came over to me to chat. They bought me a drink, then I ended up playing pool and darts with them.A mountain of a man sat next to me and said his name was Robert. Everyone called him "Big Bob," because his six foot six frame dwarfed everyone in the room. He played basketball and football in college, and told me he could hold a basketball with one hand palm down. I believed him because his hands were as big as a tennis racket. Then he put his huge arms around me and said, "How are you at darts, gorgeous?"It was the first time I had tried darts so he stood behind me guiding my arm showing me how to toss the darts. We flirted, laughed, giggled, chuckled and had fun with the other guys. After awhile, someone pulled over a few bar stools near the dart board area. I sat and watched. He stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. Oh damn, güvenilir bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) did it feel good. His hands were so big and strong. I began thinking naughty thoughts because a man's hand, feet and cock usually are in sync with each other, big or small, thin or thick.Every few minutes I looked across to my husband at the bar talking to some guys about the games on the TV. He didn't seem to notice this hulk of a man massaging both my shoulders and boosting my libido. Big Bob's muscles flexed each time I turned and gave him a smile. He was working so hard to impress me, and doin' a pretty good job of it too.About eleven or eleven thirty he asked me if I wanted to go check out his new Ford F250 that he had just purchased. How did he know that I had an interest in trucks? So I agreed. First, I went to the little girl's room and sent my husband a text to say I was just going out to see a guy's new truck.We walked out together and sat in his big ass truck with all the bells and whistles. I knew what he wanted. He kissed me. We made out for a few minutes with his enormous hands feeling me up. On nights like this, I never wear a bra, so it was easy for him to get under my half cut tee. He was the first and only guy with a hand large enough to cover my entire boob. I told him this was not the best night for me, you know, that mother nature once a month thing.We were pretty far back in the parking lot along the tree line so I told him to put the seat back, tilt it and lay back. I repositioned myself and undid his jeans and he helped push them down to his knees. Oh damn, güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) for sure, I was not disappointed. The reflection of the parking lot lights were plenty to see his hands and feet were a good match with his cock.I was in a zone. Nothing else mattered for a good ten minutes. His seat was back,*and I sucked him right there in the sports bar parking lot in his new pickup truck. My mouth was full and stretched to its limit.He gave me a whole lot of compliments, saying I had the mouth of an angel and sucked cock like Linda Lovelace. He kept murmuring and groaning and eventually exploded in my mouth. Although my mouth overflowed with his sperm, not a drop stained the Ford's virgin seats. Back in the bar, I had a few sips of beer to wash his stuff down. It was so thick; it took a lot of swallowing.My husband was still busy talking to the men about the baseball teams and didn't even realize I had come back in. Big Bob stood next to me for a while longer and asked me to be his partner at the pool table. We teamed up for one game. He was an excellent pool player and we won, but it wasn't that kind of teamwork I was interested in. I gave him my email to contact me, so we could meet again.We met at a motel just out of town. He fucked me like he played pool, aggressively, fast and furious. If you watch pool players, some slide the cue stick slowly between their fingers while lining up the shot. Others slide it rapidly with determination. Big Bob's cock between my legs was like his cue stick sliding back and forth in his fingers, fast and iddaa siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) furious. I loved it. Before the night ended, he came in me twice and my orgasms seemed to never end.Of course, I loved Bob's big cock but there's more to it than that. I have felt some pretty big and thick men cum in me and can very much feel a man squirting inside me. The feel of his cock pulsing and throbbing and the warmth of his cum give me a sensation all about my mid sections. I'd rather feel him cum inside me instead of a condom, but it also depends on who it is. Big Bob filled me two ways, in size and in volume. It's what they mean by heaven on earth.Looking back, sex didn't always include the joy of a boy or man's sperm swimming down my love tunnel. Maybe I was a late bloomer, but my first time wasn't until my junior year in high school. It was a great year. I had just turned sixteen, voted our prom queen, and my boyfriend was the prom king. It was after the prom party that we had a room in the hotel where some of our parents gave us a party.Neither of us had much experience in the fine art of fornication. I had given him several hand jobs and once a blowjob. I had masturbated enough times that all was clear, that is, my passage way had long ago been unlocked. This time we were going "all the way." He was nervous. I was excited. The only thing he knew for sure was to bring condoms. His older brother supplied him with a packet of "rubbers" and when it was time, he fumbled to get it on.For sure he was hard. I didn't know if he needed assistance in finding my pussy hole or he would grope around and find it by himself. We were in the missionary position when with a little groping and a little of my help, he finally got it in. To tell the truth, a lot of my fantasies about having sex were lost in disappointment that night.