Bob ruined my ass. I mean ruined it. It's whistling when I w..

Bob ruined my ass. I mean ruined it. It's whistling when I walk. That makes me smile. Fuck, it took forever to get it all in. Like half an hour. But I got it done. No point in quitting when you have it 2/3rds the way home. Holy shit. It wasn't all that. Until I came. That was bananas. Scary, to be honest. Thought I might have a heart attack. It just started happening. There wasn't anything in my pussy, nor was my clit being touched. It was kind of a shock when I realized I was starting down that magical road on the way to cumming. When I went past the point of no return, I knew I was in for a big one. It's like riding a wave, but it suddenly grows to epic proportions without any warning. When that wave crashed...holy fuck. I don't know if I have ever cum that hard. I don't think I have. I don't think it was the longest, but it was indescribably hard. I'm not sure how I feel about it. Would I do it again? Fuck yes. Now that I know it's on the menu...I'd try it again without hesitation. I'll be honest. The ass fucking wasn't great...until it was. But for the most part, it was uncomfortable. He's too big, but I guess big things bring about even bigger rewards when I have an anal orgasm. It was weird. When I knew I was starting to cum...I couldn't get enough of his cock in my rectum. That lasted about 2 minutes out of 30 minutes of ass fucking. But it was an amazing 2 minutes. I guess I should have told you first that he emptied his balls in my colon before I came. I think that's what set me off. I could feel his sperm drooling into my ass. It's like a super warm sensation that spreads out. It certainly lubed up those hard-to-reach spots. He stayed in me like a champ until I was blubbering incoherently on his couch. His dick was still rock hard when he pulled out. He kept putting his finger in my ass because it was stretched open. He said he was playing the game "Operation." I thought was odd, but I do like the fact he left me with an ass that was canyoned out. It's a pleasant thought. Keeps me wet when I think about it. Anyway, I just got home. I got to clean up. I have sperm all over my jeans and ass cheeks. It leaked out on the way home. My butt won't stay closed, so it runs right out. I'll post again in a bit. On a side note. Before I take a shower, I'm just saying here. I would rather hear the vilest hate-filled speech possible than have someone remove that choice for me. I'm smart enough, as are most people, to pick out the ding-dongs and do the worst thing possible to them. Ignore them. I don't need someone telling me what I can or can't hear or say. I have folks trying to tell me that speech has to be censored otherwise, people would make threats and such. Well, of course they will, dummy. But...to me, it seems logical that I would rather see/hear the threat so I can prepare for it than have it instead of having some nutjob jump out of the shadows and yell, "surprise motherfucker!". In other words, by reading and seeing what they post...I can assess who they really are. I don't have to worry about finding out the hard way. You can even play along and argue back if you so choose. "But Brooke! Your feelings might get hurt!" Please. I'm an adult. If I can't handle a few insults here and there, the internet may not be for me. And...I probably shouldn't be allowed to play with things that could possibly restrict my airway if I swallow them. Honestly...grow up, folks. There are people dodging bullets and landmines, and we are worried about getting our little itty bitty feelings hurt. I say go stub your toe. You will forget all about hurt feelings. You might even improve on your swear words game.