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Subject: {ASSM} (first post) My Troubled Life - Part I (m,f,interr,size)
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	My first attempt.  Please feedback to bitherder at yahoo dot com.  Be 
brutal, but helpful.  I hope the hanging ending wasn't too much of a 
cheap shot.  I felt the need to get something out while working on the 
rest of the story.


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My Troubled Life - part I (m,f, interr, size)
By Marie J.

	My name is Marie, I'm a 44 year old single woman, and I've got problems.

	First is my boy-friend, Michael, who is a wonderful man; kind, loving, 
and fun to be with.  We've been together for two years now, and have 
decided to get married.  He hasn't officially proposed yet, but we've 
decided that he'll do it when we visit my folks this summer for my Mom's 
60th birthday.  Now, I don't want to give the impression that Mikey 
isn't just about the best man I've ever known - he is.  My problem with 
him is that he isn't as competent in bed as my past lovers and 
boy-friends.  During foreplay, when he tries to massage me "down there", 
he's always "in the neighborhood" but rarely on target -- I just end up 
getting raw and frustrated after about 20 minutes of his rubbing.  When 
we're making love, he comes too quickly, and he just doesn't seem to 
have the "motion" I need to get me to orgasm.  Believe it or not, I 
don't like being on the receiving end of oral sex -- it makes me feel 
like I have to pee.  I've tried to show him what it takes get me going, 
but it's a waste of time.  He just doesn't seem to "get it".  He's also 
very tall (about 6 ft. 4) compared to my 5 ft. 4 height, which means we 
don't "fit" together.  This is such a dilemma.  I love this man, and he 
loves me, but I'm upset when I consider spending the rest of my life 
without orgasms, and boy, can I orgasm!
	Many years ago, with a previous boyfriend I discovered that I was 
multi-orgasmic.  I could come six or eight times, and sometimes a dozen. 
  These were NOT "um, that felt nice" or giggly little teen-age girl 
orgasms.  These were Oh My God, Call An Ambulance, Big Fireworks 
Orgasms.  I would be tired and woozy the next day, by it was a glorious 
feeling.  My last boyfriend (about 12 years ago) was at least as 
wonderful in bed.  Suffice it to say I haven't felt anything like that 
for a while, and I'm starting to feel uneasy.
	My next problem is my health.  About 8 years ago, I came down with Lyme 
disease, and eventually developed fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, and 
some other things.  My tolerance for pain and discomfort went to zero, 
along with my strength and endurance (I used to be able to hike the 
hills all day).  I haven't really been intimate with anyone since then. 
  I've felt inadequate physically, and not up to the challenges of a 
relationship.  I could go on and on about how this "stuff" is no fun, 
but that's not what this story is about.  I desperately need to find out 
if my current sexual dilemma is due to my boy-friend's klutzyness, or is 
the result of my illnesses.  Is this something Michael and I can work 
on, or am I doomed to a joyless sex life?

	I was in the local health food store last month and ran into my last 
boyfriend (from twelve years ago), Peter.  He was looking well and we 
chatted.  Back when Pete and I were together, he was a semi-professional 
musician.  He is still doing music around the area, but also has a 
regular job now to pay the bills.  I used to jokingly refer to him as 
"Peter The Great", not just because he was so good in bed (he could make 
love for hours), but because he has a larger than average penis.  A bit 
over nine inches, not that it ever made any difference to me.  Michael 
is, I guess, rather average at about six inches, but I've never believed 
that penis size had anything to do with anything.  Pete invited me to 
come over to his place and listen to some of his new demo tapes, but I 
explained I was "almost engaged" and living with my boy-friend, and 
wouldn't be calling or visiting.  He was very enthuastic and supportive 
and wished me the best.  We were about to say our good-byes when he said 
"Hey, if the wedding is in this area, how would you like a band?  You 
know we're good and what we play, and I'll bet I can convince the other 
guys to do it.  We'll do it for cheap, since I know the bride".  He 
winked and smiled.  Now, that was an offer.  I said I would talk it over 
with Mikey and let him know.  He gave me a business card with the band's 
name and number. "It's my home phone" he added.

	After a week, and several unsuccessful and frustrating attempts at 
lovemaking with Michael, I got to thinking about Peter The Great.  I had 
some really powerful fantasies about my former life with him.  Weekend 
road trips filled with romance, music, freedom, and lots of sex.  One 
night, Mike came home from work with bad news.  He'd been "signed up" by 
his manager to take a class back on the east coast.  He'd be out of town 
for 12 days, and the company wouldn't cover my travel costs.  Mikey and 
I didn't have enough saved up get me a ticket at this late date, so it 
looked like we'ld be spending some time apart.  I was very angry with 
the company, but it's a small startup, and money is tight for them. 
This was a major bummer, but I decided I could use the time by myself to 
relax, meditate, and read.

	The following Monday, I dropped Michael off at the airport.  I was 
feeling depressed all the way home.  I climbed into a hot tub and 
masturbated myself to a nice orgasm, then went to bed.  Mike called from 
the hotel and we talked.  After I hung up I masterbated again.  I fell 
asleep thinking about sex.

	The next day, I called Peter and arranged to come by his place and hear 
his new compositions, and talk about what kind of wedding music the band 
might be able to play.  I was worried that I might be betraying my 
boy-friend's trust, but I said to myself "It's just to hear some music. 
  Just business.  No sex.".  I was secretly thinking about my need to 
find out if my sexual frustration was my illness or Michael's romantic 
shortcomings.  I found myself pleasantly recalling being bedded by Peter 
- filled with his great penis and wrapped in the throes of orgasm.

	I arrived at Peter's place early.  I was met at the door by a short 
black man who introduced himself as "Cal, short for Calypso".  He had 
dreadlocks and fashionably ratty clothing, but his voice didn't sound 
like he was from "the islands".  He told me he was a percussionist in 
the group, and was living in Peter's basement for a while.  There was a 
dark-skinned girl in the kitchen fixing some lunch.  Cal introduced her 
as Jalie, his girlfriend.  Jalie and I talked as Cal went out to the 
garage to find Peter.  Her family was from India, and seemed to be very 
pleasant and intelligent.  She was a bit shorter than me, but had very 
large breasts.  She and Cal both had degrees from Brown, but right now 
she said she was just tapping into her trust fund and hanging out with 
the band until she decided what to do with her life.  "Plus, doing 
nothing pisses off my dad" she said.  "He's so 'Old World'.  All these 
ideas about what I should and should not be doing.  He thinks he's got 
my future husband picked out for me.  As if"  She rolled her eyes.

	After a few minutes, Peter returned with Cal, and Jalie and Cal decided 
to head downstairs while Pete and I listened to his music.  He played 
some old tunes that I recognized, plus some newer compositions.  After a 
bit, he turned on the radio, and we sat and talked about wedding music. 
  I was startled when I heard a scream from downstairs.  Not to worry, 
Pete said.  It's just Cal and Jalie "getting down to business" as he 
said.  He turned the stereo down and I could Jalie moaning and shouting 
"Oh Fuck!  Oh My God!  Fuck me!".  It was a little disgusting and 
embarrassing, but it was also a bit hypnotizing.  I've never really 
eaves-dropped on another couple making live (not on purpose anyway). 
Peter stood up, smirked and said "They'll be doing that for a while. 
Want anything to drink?".  I declined but followed him out to the 
kitchen, not thinking that I should just sit there and listen to Jalie 
moaning.  As Pete lounged against the counter, he told me how Cal and 
Jalie would do this almost every day.  "It really got me excited the 
first couple times I heard them, but these days, it's almost annoying". 
  "Oh, please" I answered and pointed to his shorts where I could see 
his cock stiffening and snaking down the leg of his shorts.  "Yea. 
Sorry 'bout that" he said.  I sat there listening to Jalie wail and 
thinking "What the hell am I doing here?".  I told Pete I had decided I 
should leave.  He came over to give me a hug.  I could feel his cock 
against my tummy, hardening, while from the basement Jalie cried for Cal 
to fuck her.  My desires suddenly threated to overtake my judgement.  I 
felt Peters expansive cock through his shorts.  I felt it's length, and 
it's size, and I just melted.  All the memories of the great sex we had 
came rushing back at me.  I lost the will to leave.  I was going to 
discover if my problem was me or Michael.  This was problem solving, I 
told myself.  This is just clinical sex.  No attachments, no romance, 
just a visit to a doctor with a cock.

	Peter took my actions as a green light to kiss me.  When I didn't 
resist he started caressing my breasts.  I leaned back and began to 
enjoy the sensation.  I was feeling something that I hadn't felt in 
years - real lust.  I started moaning and pulled off my top.  Peter 
dived in on my breasts and started undoing my pants.  As he licked and 
sucked my nipples to hardness, I knew something was going on inside my 
head.  I was anticipating having sex - actually looking forward to it, 
not dreading it.  I knew it was going to happen, and I also knew it was 
going to be wonderful.  The feeling was so unlike anything I've ever 
felt with Michael I was shocked.  We went back to the living room and I 
sat on the couch.

	Peter kneeled in front of me and pulled off my pants.  I spread my legs 
and he started caressing my clitoris and rubbing my mound.  I was 
already getting wet.  This was amazing.  In less than 5 minutes he had 
me at a state of excitement that usually takes 20 minutes with Michael, 
if it happens at all.  He stood up to take off his shirt and shorts. 
His erection sprang out like a diving board.  There it was -- every inch 
as long as I remember, but looking thicker.  "Wow" I said.  I reached 
out and grasped the shaft with both hands, measuring it's heft.  "Wow" I 
said and gazed up at him.  Me, who had always insisted that "it ain't 
the meat, it's the motion" was entranced by this huge penis, as big 
around as my wrist.  I was also starting to feel concerned that maybe he 
wouldn't fit inside me.  After years of no sex, and then occasional sex 
with an average sized man, would I be able to handle it?

	He got back down between my legs.  I slid my butt forward until it was 
at the edge of the couch.  He started rubbing his shaft between my 
labia, then rested his erection on my stomach.  The swollen pink head 
came up several inches past my belly button, and was leaking clear 
pre-come.  "Wow" I said.  "Are you ready?" he asked.  "God, I hope so. 
Please take it easy".  He took my hand and placed it on his penis.  "You 
put it in." he said.  "We'll go as slow as you want".  I grasped the 
shaft and positioned the head at my opening.  I rubbed the head up and 
down, then stared into his eyes.  He eased forward and I felt him slip 
slowly into me.  "Ummmm." I said.  He paused for a moment, then slid 
several inches in, forcing an "Ahhhhh" out of me.  He started stroking 
slowly in and out.  Each time he would go a little further in.  I 
started moaning like I had heard Jalie doing earlier.  After about seven 
inches he stopped and asked how I was doing.  Here I was, 
soon-to-be-engaged, sick, sexually frustrated but horny as hell, 
skewered onto the huge penis of my former boyfriend, and he's asking how 
I'm doing?  "Fuck me." I answered. "Fuck me hard and fuck me fast.".  He 
pulled back until the flaring head was spreading my cunt lips, then slid 
completely into me.  I yelped at the sensation of being so full, but the 
feeling was familiar, and fantastic.  He started a combination of 
alternatively grinding his pubic bone against my clit, and stroking that 
big dick into me.  I was delerious with sensation, overcome with lust. 
All I could do was groan out my pleasure.  I could sense that old 
feeling start welling up deep within me.  That "it's going to be a big 
one" feeling.  I was headed for an orgasm and there was no stopping it. 
  Peter bent down and sucked my nipples and my mind exploded.  This was 
what I had missed for the last twelve years, and my body was trying to 
make up for it all at once.

	When I opened my eyes Peter was smiling at me "You Ok?" he asked.  My 
entire body was buzzing and I was sweating, but I was still needing 
more.  "Why'd you stop?" I asked.  "I'm here for one thing, and that's 
more of those" I said.  He pulled out of me and sat down on the couch. 
His penis waving around like an obscene flag pole.  I climbed onto his 
lap and leaned forward to kiss him while feeling behind me.  I guided 
him back into me and slid down until our pubic hairs merged.  For the 
next few minutes I bounced up and down on him, but like I said, my 
endurance isn't what it was.  He held me close, and turned to place me 
on my back on the couch.  "Put your legs together.  Like we used to". 
With his cock still inside me, and I moved my legs together.  He put his 
legs on the outside of mine, then started moving in and out.  This was a 
position we had learned years ago.  It didn't allow as much penetration, 
but afforded me wonderful clitoral sensations, and I was getting 
stimulated now like Michael has never been able to do.  I had three 
powerful orgasms in this position, and Peter still wasn't ready to come. 
  Just like I remember.  We went up to his bedroom.  I got onto my hands 
and knees on the bed and he drilled into me from behind.  I felt so 
animalistic and primative.  I rubbed my clit and came twice more.  I got 
on my back and put my legs over his shoulders.  This position makes my 
vagina seem much tighter, and I could tell Peter was feeling it.  After 
fifteen minutes like this he started moaning and slammed into me as he came.

	As he rolled off me, his limp, but still impressive, cock slid out, 
followed by a river of come.  He went to get a washcloth and started 
cleaning up the mess under my ass.  "Thank you Peter.  That was 
marvelous.  Thank you so much." I said.  "I really need to discover if 
there was something wrong with me, and it looks like there isn't 
anything that a lot of good sex won't fix" I said.  "Well, if you want A 
LOT, you'll need to talk to Cal" he said and chuckled.  "Huh?" I said 
quizically.  "Cal is, how do I say it, large and in charge" he replied. 
  "No, you're large." I corrected him grabbing his rubbery cock and 
waving it around.  "No." Peter replied.  "He's REALLY large.  Enormous. 
  Really intimidating.  I'll bet he and Jalie are still going at it 
downstairs.  You can see for yourself.  He always leaves the door open, 
just to impress visitors.".  "That's sick" I said, but already I was 
intrigued.  Maybe I could prove to myself once and for all that the size 
of a man's penis had absolutely nothing to do with my level of 
satisfaction.  I'd go take a look, and verify that I didn't feel 
anything.  "I'll be right back" I said.

	I got up, put on a silk kimono, and tiptoed down to the basement.  It 
was dark but I didn't dare turn on a light.  I could hear the sounds and 
the rhythm of passion, and Jalie as she hissed "Yes!  Yes!  Oh God Yes." 
  I followed a flickering sliver of light on the floor to a door that 
was open a crack.  I looked in but didn't see anything.  The room was 
light by candles.  The sounds continued so I gently pushed the door. 
Fortunately it didn't make any noise.  I stuck my head in and gazed 
around.  What I saw amazed me.  Jalie was reclining in a chair made of 
canvas and rope, which was suspended by another rope from a wooden 
ceiling beam.  The chair was at a height that allowed Cal to kneel on 
the floor between her legs, which were hooked over a pair of ropes used 
to suspend this unusual chair.  Her position reminded me of a 
gynecologists bench, but for the man and the amazing instrument that was 
probing her gently.  It took a while to finally comprehend the size of 
the thing, but Peter had not lied.  This was one for the record books. 
It was at least a foot long, a golden color, and glistening with Jalie's 
secretions.  Cal was pushing the chair containing Jalie away from him, 
then letting it swing back like a pendulum.  When he did this, Jalie's 
cunt would slide back down onto, and envelope the enormous prick and she 
would sigh.

	I watched this obscene tableau for several minutes, trying to decide if 
I was grossed out or intrigued.  Jalie finally noticed me standing 
there, giggled, and pointed.  Cal turned around and smiled.  "Come on in 
pretty lady, and join us".  I hesitated.  This was just a test.  What 
was I feeling?  Certainly not indifference.  I felt like I was watching 
an autopsy - disgusting but hypnotic.  I suddenly felt the urge to run away.

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