And then I saw it, erect in all it’s glory, easily the size of large pepper grinder — you know, the ones they bring around in fancy restaurants when they ask if you want your soup seasoned. I don’t do physics, lubrication, volumes, capacities etc. but with any common sense that I had, I could tell you that was not going to be a smooth entrance no matter how this kid maneuvered my body. I thought back to Brazilian waxing, dentist and IUD inserting breathing techniques as he positioned himself for battle. I arched my back and breathed in as I felt him press inside me. I could feel my body pushing back against the massive invasion but I also of course wanted him to keep fucking me. With every thrust I could feel my legs growing weaker trying to hold me up against him and there was no way I was going to have the energy to be on top. I thought practically so I switched it up to a blowjob but soon realized that unless I was willing to do deep throat for a good long while there was no way this kid was going to cum any time soon (maybe nerve endings aren’t long enough to cover such a huge surface area). So he did his thing, flipping me around this way and that, reverse upside-down cowgirl, positions 3, 45, 75, 34, 23, 56 of the Kama Sutra with variations and what not… and I just wasn’t feeling it. Of course I was literally feeling it, like a LOT, but I found myself desperately searching for any signs of an orgasm. Noticing new things during sex like that smudge on the top left corner of my ceiling I couldn’t remember if I included in my maintenance report when I moved in. After a couple more changes of position and faked orgasms, he was finally done too and we went our separate ways