I'm a middle aged straight guy. I've had some amazing women. Everyone at uni would call my girlfriend "Stevie", because -- I swear -- she looked JUST like Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac fame. Except her tits were much nicer. After about 5 years together, she finally sat me down for a heart-to-heart and said that she wasn't that happy with our sex life. Finally, she said that she had trouble feeling me, especially once she got really revved up. We even got some counselling, but eventually we went our separate way. This is the first time that I really gave any thought to "size".
Then I met the woman I was to marry. Cherie was a tiny thing. What many might call a "spinner" -- because you could have held her up and just spun her around on your cock. I'm not huge, but I'm nearly 7 inches with a good girth. I could hit her cervix and send her over the moon, especially once I learned how to grind her clit with my hips while we fucked.
She had the kind of back that arched into a super shaped ass. A friend of mine told her she had a "doggy style" butt. Sex was great. Her favourite four play was for me to stick things inside of her. All kinds of things: from household items like bottles, candles and flashlights, to the classic cucumbers and zucchinis. She was also a bit of an exhibitionist who'd tell me that she'd go down on me while I was driving if I let truckers pass us so that they could see her. Then they'd honk as she gave me head while fingering herself.
We'd also spend at least one weekend every few months and binge out on porn. This was when you'd have to go to an adult shop and get DVDs. She was mainly into gang bangs and girl on girl action. She'd rub herself while I jerked and we'd lay in bed for hours going repeating the best scenes, and fast forwarding trying to find more. Eventually we'd start touching each other, then oral, then sticking things inside of her, and finally fucking our brains out. We'd both come especially hard during these sessions.
Eventually, we'd play a game where I'd pretend to be different guys who were gang banging her. I'd hold different items at my crouch for different guys of different sizes. I'd go from smaller to larger, to largest. Then she'd give me her back door and I'd double team her with a larger object from the front. It was fireworks for both of us.
Then, in one of the gangbang scenes, one where a rock and roll band was taking turns on a groupie, the lead singer was especially well hung -- they biggest cock we'd ever seen by far. When it was his turn to drill the groupie, she protested at the pain and said he was just too big; but the rest of the band held her arms and legs as he took his time and eventually worked his way into her. She got past the pain and had several multiple orgasms -- some of the first female orgasms we'd seen on vid, and the first multiple ones.
A few weekends later, she said she had a dream about riding a huge horse cock. How it hurt as it stretched her out. How it pushed against, and then PAST her cervix. We had a hot weekend that weekend, stuffing the biggest things ever into her. This was the second time I ever really gave any thought to size.
As the years past though, the sex died to almost nothing. That's when she met Roxy. They became best of friends. I think a part of her wanted to be like Roxy because Roxy was, well, a slut. I noticed that Roxy was clearly attracted to Cherie, and that this very much turned Cherie on. Roxy had what Cherie fantasized about having, a huge rack. And she was very attractive. Taller than Cherie -- as tall as me -- and with long sexy legs, a flat tummy and thin waist. We were all in our late forties, but Roxy had the body of someone half her age. And, when Cherie wasn't around (and ONLY when she wasn't around), Roxy flirted shamelessly with me.
One evening, Cherie and Roxy were chatting in the living room and drinking wine. Roxy was smoking, which she only did when she drank, and the Cherie told her about her "horse dream". As she took a long, sexy pull on her smoke, she glanced over into the office and caught my eye. She could see me watching and listening, but Cherie could not. Then Roxy told Cherie that she had a story to tell her. But that she'd have to be a bit more uninhibited to do so, because it was about a black lover she had -- one who had the biggest "thing" she had ever seen.
Cherie poured her another glass of wine, but Roxy said she'd need more than that. When Cherie offered her some liquor, Roxy dug into her purse and produced a glass pipe and a mint tin, and said, no, I think I'll need something a bit more. Neither Cherie nor I had ever smoked weed before, but Cherie was glued to Roxy as she packed the pipe from her tin, lit it and took a heavy hit. She coughed a thick cloud of pungent smoke and laid back on the couch. Oh, yeah, here it comes....
As Roxy closed her eyes, Cherie fixed her gaze on Roxy's rack that had just heaved up in a sigh. When Roxy casually passed Cherie the pipe, my eyes widened as she took it! She then took a huge hit and started coughing uncontrollably. Roxy giggled, looked at Cherie who was now bent over. Then Roxy looked at me, and thrust her tits forward and arched her back. As Cherie straightened up, Roxy looked back at her. I was as hard as a rock and reached down to rub my erection, which started to throb.
I don't feel anything really... Cherie mused. Give it a minute baby, Roxy countered. They kept their eyes locked on each other and, after a moment, Cherie's lids went heavy and she just said, wow.... They both took another sip of wine. I reached down and caressed my balls...
Soooo....Cherie prompted. Soooo...Roxy said, okay, his name was Chris. He hit me -- abused me, but oh...when he fucked me....Oh my God, Cherie said giggling. You said he had a big thing. No, baby, he had a cock. A...big...black....cock. Huge. How big? Well honey, let me put it this way, I would have to start stretching myself out an hour before he came home, or I'd never be able to handle it. Woah...Cherie commented. Yeah, he had the horse cock you dreamt about. Thick as a beer bottle -- thicker -- and as long as your forearm.
Cherie took a big drink of her wine. Holy shit she said. Yeah, holy shit. And Roxy went on to describe, in great detail, how they'd both get high, and then Chris would rip her up as he forced her pussy wider, wider, impossibly wide. She would cry at first and beg him to stop. He would just clamp her throat with one hand and plow into her. Then she said how, eventually, she'd start building to orgasm, and have one that just never stopped...
She then moved right up against Cherie, stuffed the pipe, took another huge hit. Cherie did too. As Cherie did, Roxy looked at me, and then down, where I had my cock in my hand, jerking off. Then, as soon as Cherie stopped coughing, Roxy slowly leaned in and huskily whispered (but loud enough for me to hear): you like that story, didn't you. Yes.... And Roxy kissed her.
