Myra turned her back to him, frustrated, dissatisfied and angry. She had given him every opportunity to find a way to reach her and he had fallen short every time. Her mind and her sex life were a mess. After two years of marriage, she had yet to have an orgasm without the aid of her bullet vibrator. Tears ran down her cheeks as she quietly wept. Murray heard her soft sobs and knew the cause of her discomfiture but dared not touch her nor try to console her as he knew that he was the cause, and that there was nothing that he could do to comfort her.
Murray and Myra were married on Valentine's Day. Both of their families were convinced that they were made for each other. They, however, had vastly different ideas. Myra thought that Murray was boring as hell, although he was always nice to her. Murray thought that she was too avant garde and never gave much thought as to whether or not he wanted to marry her or anyone else for that matter. He always was willing to do things for her and she let him, and that was the way that it was between them.
They had grown up together, as their parents had been lifelong friends. They worshipped at the same synagogue, went to the same elementary and high schools and had the same circle of friends. After leaving high school they attended Brooklyn College in New York, together, both graduating Phi Beta Kappa. Their families kept pushing them together and as Murray's father constantly reminded him, Myra was a smart girl, and he could do a lot worse. A year after they began working, Murray, at his mother's prompting, asked her to marry him. Myra was not too excited over the prospect but nobody else had asked her and so she let Murray crush the glass goblet to begin their lives together.
Myra was always what people called "thick." She had good, solid, shapely legs and a big round ass which she always thought reminded her of two alabaster basket balls. She was not overly endowed in the tits department, but they were enough for her to show some cleavage. Her nipples were huge though, perhaps as a result of her abuse of them, as she had masturbated frequently throughout her teenage years.
The ass was Myra's source of discontent because many of the Jewish guys to whom she was attracted and wanted to date, were turned off by it, and would not ask her out.
Black men, however, seemed mesmerized by it and more than once, a black fellow student had approached her for a date but knowing her family's view on relationships outside of her faith, she would never even give them the time of day.
At twenty-one, Myra was a shapely and solid 5'8" of kosher meat, with a pair of 34 B cup breasts, a small waist, thick thighs and that big 42-inch ass! She was really quite nice looking and always wore her shiny black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Truth be told, she really wasn't that keen on marrying Murray, but most of the other guys who she liked, never asked her out. She inadvertently discovered the reason one day as she overheard two of them talking about her. One said to the other,
"Myra is really a nice-looking chick, but her ass is too much to handle, fucking her would be more like work!"
Such comments precipitated her involvement in many kinds of diets and rabid boot camp exercise regimens, but nothing reduced that ass. Needless to say, it destroyed Myra's self-confidence and like most girls who try to cover up a big ass, she started to wear loose wide skirts which made her look frumpy.
When Murray asked her to marry him, she really didn't want to, but felt that at twenty-four years of age, she was, according to her mother, "getting on" and that marrying Murray was better than having no husband at all.
She was quite perplexed that all the fine-looking Jewish guys seemed to prefer as she termed them, "skinny bitches who had big tits, no hips and no ass!" Myra realized that her ass was going to be her burden and knew that there was nothing she could do to change it, so she accepted Murray's proposal.
They honeymooned in the Caribbean on an island called Barbados which was known for its beauty and the friendliness of its people, most of whom were black. They had heard about it from a friend who had visited it, and Murray's research enlightened him to the fact that the island was recognized as having one of the highest rates of literacy in the world and its political system was quite advanced and stable. So off they went to Barbados.
The consummation of their marriage was a disaster. On arriving in Barbados and checking into the resort, they were met by a young man clad in a colorful shirt and tight black slacks, bearing rum punch. He was as dark as the midnight hour, quite handsome and with the smoothest skin that Myra had ever seen on a human being. She had three drinks, but Murray only tried one, afraid that he might get drunk. Myra became a little tipsy and laughed at Murray, teasing him for his lack of adventure. After checking in, they were directed to their villa on the beach. Myra had insisted on it because she was convinced that there would be some screaming going on and did not want neighbors to hear!
At six pm, they sat down to dinner in the main restaurant. Myra had two more rum punches. They retired to their room around 9:00 pm. She was lit, alcoholically uninhibited and ready for action. Murray, however, went out onto the veranda, nervously looking at the ocean, contemplating what awaited him. He had never had sex and was scared as hell as he had no idea how to go about it.
Although Myra also had never had sex, she had read a lot about it, watched sleazy soft porn movies on cable tv, masturbated a lot and couldn't wait to get fucked. After they had returned to the villa, she stripped and entered the glass enclosed shower stall. While she bathed, her hands fondled her modest breasts, causing her quarter sized nipples to harden like silent sentinels. Her soapy hands slid between her thighs and her fingers flicked at her oversized clit, a product of many years of vigorous masturbation. When she had stimulated herself highly, she stopped short of giving herself an orgasm because she wanted to save it for her first session with Murray, which she hoped would be exciting.
Knowing that Murray was somewhat unimaginative, she hoped that he had been watching her through the glass panels, while she showered. She dried and creamed her skin, put on a white negligee and covered it with a long white silk robe purchased for the occasion. She called out to Murray as he gazed into the ocean,
"Honey, its time to come to bed!"
Murray heeded her call with a heart full of trepidation. All he knew about sex was what he had heard from other guys who had boasted about their experiences. He had never been bold enough to approach a woman, so he had no experience on which to rely.
Hearing Myra's call, he came back inside. As he did, Myra slipped the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She was stunning in her sheer, white negligee and Murray gasped with excitement. She extended her hand to him and took him to the bed. She undressed him down to his shorts but left them on to give him something to surprise her with. She tumbled back onto the bed pulling him down on top of her. Feverishly they kissed and he groped her, finally raising her negligee, exposing her bare belly and neatly groomed pussy.
Myra quickly pulled his shorts down and guided him. He thrust twice into her thick labia, shuddered and came. While he lay gasping and not moving, Myra realized that he had actually ejaculated.
"He must really be small," thought Myra, "because I didn't even feel him inside me, and he sure didn't last long!"
Five minutes later, Murray was asleep, and Myra was lying in bed with a negligee soiled by his effusion. She put it down to his ineptitude and his excitement at their first time, and wondered if he had even deflowered her as there were no signs of bleeding.
As Murray slept, she took care of herself by massaging her big clit until her pussy wept with glee! Lulled by the low conversation that the waves had with the sand, she fell asleep.
The remainder of their honeymoon was no better than the first night and when Myra did get a chance to actually see Murray's worm, she discovered that when erect, it was only about the size of her pinkie finger!
"Shit, she murmured, "that's just my luck, to marry a man with a micro cock who can't even last long enough to get it into my pussy!"
