This story is from my backpacking days, which were the most fun and memorable days of my life. Not all my memories from that time are ones I’m especially proud of however, and I’m still living this one down.

I [F25 at the time] was travelling around Australia with a group of four girlfriends. We just arrived in Melbourne that morning and checked in to a small dorm room in a trendy hostel in the city.

After a bit of sightseeing we went back to the hostel to get ready to go out and headed to the bar downstairs early in the evening. There was a group of guys there that we got talking to, big burly rugby player types. One of them Mark [M25/26 I’m guessing] took a shine to me and we clicked. We talked and laughed for an hour or so over drinks. He was gorgeous, I’m guessing 6’3 or 6’4 and with an absolutely chiselled physique. He was also funny and charming.

I whispered in his ear that I was going to the toilet and to meet me in reception after so that we could sneak up to the room. His eyes lit up and he gave me a smirk that told me he understood was I was asking.

We got to the room and started kissing and hands were going everywhere. I took off my crop top and stripped down to just my miniskirt and bra before I sat on the bunk bed with him standing over me.

As I pulled him towards me and started unzipping his trousers the anticipation was absolutely thrilling. I pulled down his trousers and underwear to reveal the most monstrous cock imaginable. ‘Jesus Christ’ I muttered, ‘what am I supposed to do with that’. It was probably 9 inches and thick as an arm. He made a joke to the effect that that reaction is common. What the hell am I going to do now I thought to myself?

I had condoms in my bag and had fully intended to have sex when I invited him to the room but I began to panic, what if it hurts, what if he tears me. I had never had anything remotely this size in me before now. To try to get out of the situation I thought I’d give him a BJ and make him cum, at least he’d be happy and I could talk my way out of sleeping with him.

I began sucking for my life, going as deep down as I could without gagging and working his shaft with my hands. It felt surreal and unnatural as he was so huge. I tried to make it as intense as I could so that he wouldn’t try to stop me and take it further.

He was holding the rail of the top bunk as I worked his cock and after about ten minutes he started very gently thrusting. I knew he was getting ready to blow. The thrust got a little more pronounced as he neared climax and when he started moaning I knew the eruption was on the way.

I thought I’d hold his load in my mouth and spit it out afterwards in the bathroom to make sure there is no mess to deal with. My plan proved to be flawed. He groaned loudly as his cock exploded and the first squirt hit the back of my throat. I gagged and had to pull my head back. He continued, squirting ropes of thick white cum all over me, all over my chest and in my hair for what seemed like an unnatural length of time. His load was huge and the smell was overpowering.

When I lifted my head to survey the damage the first thing I saw was a thick pool of cum resting on my skirt over my thighs. I could feel it all over me and felt it in my hair. Fuuuuuck I thought to myself. He apologised profusely and ran to the bathroom to get me a towel.

I told him to tell the others that we went to another bar and that I spilled a drink on myself. I had to shower and change again as we were out for the night. By the time I arrived back down at the bar with my changed outfit and wet hair Mark had already rejoined the group and obviously felt the real story was too good not to tell. A huge cheer and round of applause erupted as I stepped through the door. Utter mortification. The whole bar seemed to know what had happened and I was the butt of all jokes for the evening, and for the next few days in fact.

The girls I was travelling with are still friends and they still tease me about it. One even recalled the story in front of my husband when she was drunk. As if the initial embarrassment wasn’t enough. I could tell he was a little jealous but I think he eventually saw the funny side of it.

I kind of lol about it myself now but it was the single most humiliating incident in my life and I wanted the ground to swallow me up at the time