[Continued from "Alameda Guy (Part 2)."]

We saw each other when we could, which wasn’t often considering on many weekends he was in charge of his kids.  We talked about getting our dogs together for a play date but nothing came of the talks.

One time he came over with his overnight bag, which wasn’t unusual since he had spent the night several times before.  But that particular night was different because he had a harness and a dildo in his bag.

Of course we had talked about me fucking his ass many times before, but had never had the equipment to do so.  But that night he had planned for it to happen.

After he showed me the goods I made him leave my bedroom so I could put on the harness in privacy.  There is not much more awkward than putting on a new harness for a strap-on and I certainly did not want him watching my clumsy attempts.

I felt like I should have had a certain amount of confidence if I was to be fucking his ass.  Which I did.  Fuck his ass.  There is something so so nice about the look of ecstasy on a man’s face when something is in his ass.

However, I was a tad disappointed at the size of the dildo.  Alameda Guy had supplied it, and we had previously discussed that he should be comfortable with the size of whatever went in his ass, but I’m a size queen and truly do think bigger is better.

Especially if I’m the one with the cock.  I’m pretty sure if I was a man I’d have a big cock.  This is partially due to fantasy and partially due to what my mother told me.

My mother was always what’s called an oversharer.  I recall she would often tell people some very intimate things when she first met them.  (No, it hasn’t escaped my notice that this could be considered oversharing.)  Her sharing was to the point that it made others uncomfortable, only I didn’t realize it when I was a child since I didn’t know anything else.

By the time I was in my late teens I had figured it out.  When I was in my early twenties I accepted it.  When I was 23 she and I took a trip to Arizona to go to DJ’s wedding.  (DJ was one of my mother’s exes.)  DJ lived several hours’ drive outside of Phoenix in the White Mountains.

During that drive Mom and I got to talking about life and sex and stuff.  I had known since I was quite young that my mother and my father married because my mother was pregnant with my sister, and that four years later my mother got my dad drunk on a camping trip with the specific intent of conceiving me.  The night we drove into the White Mountains she told me that she got pregnant the first time she and my father had sex, and that she had conceded to sex with him because he kept his hands off her tits when she told him to do so.

She also told me that he was well endowed.  If only I could un-know that knowledge!  I don’t want to know about my father’s penis in any way.  But I do, so I know if I were a boy I’d probably have a big cock.

The night with Alameda Guy I had an incredibly average cock.  I really didn’t feel like it was me.  Nonetheless, I persevered and fucked his ass good and hard.

Then, when I still had my cock in place, Alameda Guy fucked my pussy.  That was extra hot.  There was this thing in the way between us but he was still putting his cock in my pussy.  I liked that a whole lot.

And so did he.  Until the dildo broke.  Since “my” cock was still hard (since it couldn’t be any other way) the pressure from being sandwiched between our bodies broke the dildo off at the base.  I felt bad, but we still had a lot of fun.

[To be continued ….]

I swear.  True story.