Growing up I was somewhat different than most guys my age. At an early age, I was painfully aware of the anatomic difference of my body from other. I had been cursed with a larger than normal cock. By the age of 17, I had grown to an enormous size of 14 and 1/8 inches long and 3 and 1/2 inches in diameter. When doctors attempted to explain the medical reasons to my parents, the explanation was always the same; “sometimes it happens, just a freak of nature.” They always made kind of a joke about it; “at least it wasn't the largest one on record,” which is 22 inches in length and 5 inches in diameter. Aside from the doctor bills, there was always the joke from my dad about nearly financially braking them in keeping me in underwear. I'd go through 8 to 10 pair a month.
As I aged, my sexual appetite grew as enormous as the size of my meat. I suppose I was blessed with my mothers sensitivity; with a member as large as the one I was packing around you better use some patience’s or you probably could injure someone or something. Some of the females I dated in high school would just call me a freak and deadly weapon, so to use it with understanding and thoughtfulness had been instilled at an early age; as time passed it became second nature. The mere size of it detracted from maintaining healthy and lasting relationships, however I did learn how to use it without hurting or crippling any of my companions.
I think all the girls in my school heard the stories of how large I was; one group offered me two hundred dollars to just look at it. After I graduated from high school I enlisted in the military and ended up staying for 21 years. I had relationships through my career, however, none lasted very long and the majority of the problem was center around my size. Travelling to places like Bangkok, Berlin, London, and Madrid, I had ample companionship sex.
However, the older I became the desire for a lasting relationship and someone to be more than a sexual partner was becoming hard to coop with. Finally in 1992, while stationed in Washington, D.C. I meet that special someone in Sue. She stood 5'10' maybe 138 pounds, a set of perfect 38Ds with the longest and largest nipples I had every seen. She was a beautiful green eyed, jet black hair goddess. Sue had a sexual appetite to match mine and how large I was didn't seem to bother her in the least. I didn't know at the time what direction my life was going to take and how it was about to change.
I know this seems a little long-winded, however all this needs to be said to understand a little about my story.
Sue and I married in late 1992. When we exchanged our vows, I was 36 and Sue was 21. I finally meant her mom, dad, sister and all her aunts (8 of them to be exact) that Christmas. Sue's mom, Jean had 8 sisters and Al; her dad was an only child with no other living relatives except his own children and Jeans family.
Like I said it was Christmas time, so Sue and I both took leave to visit her family for the holidays. When we arrived there was the usually hugs and kisses, however, there was a nagging thought inside of me things were a little to close between all of them. I just passed it off as not seeing their baby girl for six months. Figuring I'd have to put up with an on-slot of questions of why a 36-year-old man would marry such a young woman; I repeated played every question imaginable in my head. I tried to prepare for any and every question that could be asked of me; it never occurred. Everyone was so charming and beguilingly nice, I figured what the hell, if it doesn’t bother them, then why concern myself with it?
Jean was 10 years older than me and such an attractive woman; 5 foot 4, the slightest bit over weight and so charming that it was hard for me to comprehend there were still people like this in life. Al was 6 foot 3, sturdily built and so outgoing that it seemed at times that it was an act or put on in an attempt to put me at ease. As it turned out, Al was face value, what you saw was what you got. Kay, the older sister by a year, had the same gorgeous looks as Sue and her mom. The only difference was the sandy blonde hair and her breasts were just slightly larger than Sues. All of Jean's sisters had the same bewitching looks, bodies, and personalities.
With Al and I being the only males in a house full of beautiful woman, it was hard not to ogle each one of them. As I talked with everyone I came to find out all of Sue's aunts were divorced, single or widows, all of them were between Jean's and my age, and no children: it just struck me a little odd.
Well we were into our second day of our visit I awoke to the aroma of coffee and bacon. I'm normally an early riser so I got up and slid on my customary sweats and workout shirt, then headed downstairs. There was Jean standing at the counter dressed in a short silk nightgown. With the morning sunlight coming through the window it was apparent she wore nothing underneath. We said our good mornings and the standard how’d you sleep routine. As she turned and offered me a cup of coffee her gown snagged on the corner of the chair and exposed a bare breast. She quickly pulled it together, and I barely got a glimpse of her. She walked to the counter to pour me a cup of coffee, there appeared to be no embarrassment in her face or uneasiness of what had just happened. She was just as pleasant and charming as she had been during the entire visit.
I asked her if she was an early riser as I was and she explained that on days that Al worked she always got up to send him off. Al had left about 30 minutes prior to me getting up and she decided to stay up and start an early morning breakfast. We sat and talked for a while then she decided she was going to take a shower. As she stood up she reached across the table and asked if I wanted her to freshen up my coffee. As she leaned forward her gown separated and I received what I believed to be an unintentional view of her large tits. She made no effort to pull the gown together and just looked me square in the eyes and asked if I would hand her my cup.
