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 NEWLY WED AND FRUSTRATED PART ONE
   "IT'S NOT THE SIZE, IT'S THE MOTION IN THE OCEAN" - what a load of crap.
   A big fat dick'll do it everytime for most bitches - well that's my
experience and I've had a lot of that.
   Women and girls these days, and almost for all time, will always prefer
a big, long, hard fat cock any day and over the so called average; and fuck
knows what the average is although from what the little tarts tell me, its
somewhere around 6 inches maximum down to about just under 4.
   "Mu husband thinks he's got a big 6 inch dick," one little bitch told me
whilst he was out and whilst I was licking her cunt, "he even tried to
prove it to me, the silly bugger.  He got a ruler out and the daft thing
measured himself from under his little egg bag.  My palm's only just over 3
inches wide and when I hold his little thing the head only just sticks out.
Still, he does his best and a girl likes a bit of finger.  I always finish
meself off with my dildo later when he's gone.  I've got a nice 10 inch
king dong, 7 inch insertable and that really does touch the sides.  Uhm
that's nice......"
   Mine's just shy of 8 inches in length measured along to top, 6 inch
circumference around the thinnest part and a nice near 7 measured around
the bottom of the bell end of me knob end.  That's the bit they like best,
the thick knob end forced through the gap and actually it seems that an
inch or two rammed in and out hard gets them every time.
   I think the length is more of a visual turn on and I have to say that
from quite a few I've fucked, they don't always care for the whole length
rammed in them; although some do.
   It's the overall length and thickness that gets most of them worked up
in the first place, the visual and they love ooing and cooing when they can
get two hands on and suck the top.
   I've had several married women begging me to cover them in spunk as they
sucked me and when I said that they must have had a lot of experience
sucking their old man off most of them, in between mouthfuls, replied,
"him, no I've never done that on him.  He's asked me, but I won't do it."
   It's often the same up their arseholes.  The majority don't seem that
keen but I always seem to be able to persuade them, "go on," I say, "just
think of the next time he's sticking his finger cock up you and trying to
touch your arsehole.  You telling him to leave it alone but knowing that
you let another man do you.  Think of the power you'll feel."
   That usually works.
   But like I said, it's the visual and what they think they're missing.  I
blame the fucking internet.
   Take my recent love; fucking great eh.  I've never loved a bitch in me
life.  I just think of them all as cum dumps.  Any colour, any size any
age. All the same to me.  And the newly wed wife can be the best, if you
can find the right one and I have, just recently too.
   Elspeth and Steve, Eli she likes to be called.  Petite little tart, not
much over 5 foot and not exactly a super model but there again, neither is
he.
   Lank brown collar length hair, dull muddy eyes and fried eggs for tits.
Skinny little bitch she is.
   Newly weds, just taken on a small house and can't quite manage the
monthlies, looking for a lodger to help with the bills.  The worst fucking
thing for most newly weds to do you would have thought and especially the
worst where the new husband isn't exactly endowed in the conjugal area and
where the little wife is a housewife.  I work at nights driving a van from
10pm to 6am and I can soon knock an 8 hour shift into 4.
   I usually get out of bed about 9am and the rest of the day's me own. 
Steve doesn't get home while 6 or 7 pm most nights and he's always
knackered when he does.
   "You don't mind if I wear shorts around the house do you Eli," I said
one morning when I came down.
   "No that's fine," she replied looking at my crotch and then quickly
looking away.
   What she should have said was, "yes I do, go and put some clothes on."
   But by then you see I'd come down a few times and I'd noticed her brief
visual attentions to my butcher's special.
   One woman called it the brat, short for bratwurst.  I think she'd not
long been back from a holiday in Germany with her beer swilling husband.
   I started off having long chats with Eli, she didn't have that much to
do and he was out all day and of course dead to the world when he got home.
It soon takes it toll.  Girls are chatty aren't they.
   "Yeah, Steve was me first," she said over coffee one morning.  She was
smiling when she said that except I could tell it wasn't really a smile,
more of a grimace.
   "Well you newly weds eh," I replied, "lucky things."
   "Yeah," she said looking out through the window vacantly.
   "Always at it eh," I said jovially.
   "What, oh," she replied looking back at me and then taken a sip of her
coffee, "that's personal."
   "Oh come on love," I said, "just a joke."
   She laughed, "yeah sorry," she said but I saw her eyes move from her
coffee to my crotch and then to my face.
   "So where's your uhm......."
   "I'm celibate," I said.
   "Huh, I can't believe that," she said and the tell tale eyes travelling
to my crotch and then to her coffee.
   "I've had me moments," I said smiling.
   "Oh yes," she replied, "I can well believe that," and then the silly
bitch sighed.
   "Well you're alright aren't you love," I said laughing, "well attended
to I've no doubt."
   "Don't be dirty," she said but she smiled.
   "White wedding and then......" I was laughing.
   "Actually, he was my first," she suddenly blurted.
   I knew I had her from that point on.  It was inevitable.  All it took
from there was a slip here and there.
   "Are you in your room," I heard her voice coming from downstairs one
day?
   "Yeah," I said.
   "I'll put some new towels in the bathroom," was the next comment
floating up.
   I didn't reply I just nipped into the bathroom swiftish and stripped
off.
   I was standing there holding the toothbrush and applying toothpaste,
facing the door, naked, when she walked in and gasped.
   I cheated a bit of course, I'd squeezed me cock a bit as well as the
toothpaste tube.  It wasn't erect but it was nice and turgid and hanging
down looking all flaccid and inviting though.  A nice 6 plus inches, nice
and thick hanging there, the skin pulled back to expose the purply
glistening head.  I've got a nice set of hangers too.  That seems to convey
the masculinity sign as well.  Big hangers means loads of fertility to
them.
   Did a few of those kind of things for her.  Changing a light bulb in
their bedroom.  Needing to stand on a step ladder I made sure to wear a
short towel when I changed it: her steadying the ladder for me.  For safety
of course.  She didn't say anything about me wearing the towel either and
when she asked me to change the bulb I'd been wearing a pair of shorts. 
I'd nipped upstairs and switched to a towel.  Not one word did she say.
   They'd had a row one night.  I heard them when I was in my room.  I even
heard him leave for work that next morning or at least I heard the front
door slam.
   She was looking very sorry for herself later that morning; vulnerable.
Often a good time to strike.
   It all came out over coffee that morning amid blubbering teats and
halting words.  Mind you and to be fair, she was respectable about the
whole thing, she was we could say faithful to her new husband for at least
2 hours.  I didn't actually get her knickers off until about midday and
we'd been chatting from about 10am.
   It came out as little messages that weren't entirely complete but made
sense as a whole.
   He wasn't catering to her more physical needs enough and when he did,
well it just wasn't what she had in her mind when she virginally sacrificed
herself on the altar - it was a registrar's in actual fact.
   "I don't know....." she said haltingly, ".....I just imagined something
different."
   "It's alright, don't fret yourself," I said, my arm tightly around her,
pulling her close and she didn't resist either.  "It's all this
housekeeping you have to do, you're not used to it, that's all."
   "Mmmm, yeah," she snivelled and then aggression taking over, "NOT IT'S
BLOODY NOT............." and she started fighting me off, and tried to move
away.
   "HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME," she screamed, "I'M A WOMAN.......WHAT'S
WRING WITH ME...............WHY DOESN'T HE WANT ME............."
   "Of course he wants you" I cooed as I pulled her back towards me, "what
man wouldn't want such a beautiful girl like you?"
   As I pulled her I made sure to get one of her hands onto my bare leg.
   "HIM," she said savagely, "HE DOESN'T."
   "You're just not used to each other yet," I said.
   "I shouldn't have married so young should I," she said more meakly, "is
that it?  It must be may fault.  Should I have had more boyfriends first do
you think?"
   "Didn't you have any other boyfriends before Steve then," I asked
innocently?
   "NO," she spat and then in that little girl voice they can all put on,
"didn't I tell you that, I thought I told you that?"
   Her eyes were fixed on mine.  I could tell what she really meant.  She
meant she's been giving me a sign earlier.
   "No," I said looking surprised.
   "It's my fault I know," she snivelled, "I should have, you
know....tried.....well you know."
   "Oh, its alright," I said, "come here," and saying that I made sure to
drag her arm, the one with her hand on my bare leg; I made sure to pull her
hand to my waist and making sure it brushed my cock on the way across.  I
felt her flinch when that happened.  "Here," I said, "hold onto me."
   "Do you think I'm attractive," she snivelled?
   "Come on," I said, "you know I do."
   "Really," she said; all she wanted was some reinforcement.  I knew that.
   "Do you need me to prove it," I said looking directly into her face. 
She just looked back at me vacantly as I took her hand and placed it on my
shorts and over my semi erect cock, "does that tell you?"
   Her vacant stare changed and her mouth dropped, a gasp followed and
then....
   "GOD!"
   "Take it easy," I cooed, "I know it's a bit drastic but at least you
know what at least one man feels."
   "FEELS," she gasped, "IT DOESN'T FEEL REAL."
   "It is," I replied looking all hurt.
   "Oh I didn't mean.......," she stammered, "it's so......." I felt her
little handle squeezing hard down, "....is this what they're supposed to be
.....god....it's so hard....I mean its so.......
   I released myself from her slowly and started to stand up.  She didn't
even release her grip when I did this or at least not until I slowly let my
shorts down.
   She was actually panting when I stood there in front of her, my cock
fully erect and throbbing slightly.
   She just sat there and stared for a while and then looking up at me but
looking down and up again every second, "............its.............it
must be..........god, do they all look like this, I mean, is this what
they're supposed to look...............its about 4 times as big as
his............."
   "Don't be silly," I said reaching down and taking one of her hands.  I
placed her hand onto my cock and once again she gripped it.
   "I can't even get my hand around it properly," she gasped.
   "Of course you can love," I said, but I could tell she couldn't.
   "That would never fit in.................god.............," she looked
up at me.
   What a lovely picture it would have taken and her mouth was open.  I
just moved in closer and watched her expression which turned from wonder to
concern but she left her mouth open.  I didn't say a word, she just let it
press against her lips and then she went for it.
   I think she must have put a month's worth of newly wed marriage into
that.  And it didn't take that long.
   Two handed she went at it.  I could tell she wasn't comfortable with it
in her mouth because of the gag sounds but that didn't stop her.  She was
only able to get the knob end in at first but that was enough of an
introduction for a starter and she brought me off to a heavy spunk gushing
crescendo with both hands clasped over it.  She even held it in her mouth
as it went through its secondary and further pumps.  She didn't seem to
want to let it go and when she did the spunk gushed back out of her mouth
as my cock retreated.
   She didn't swallow that time.  She just let it all drop from her mouth.
Her chin and cheeks were covered in spunk but she still kept one hand
grasped around it as if she would never let it go.
   "Do they usually make this amount of....you know, stuff," she gawped.
   I just smiled at her and watched as she placed her other hand over my
bag, "god," she said, "they're so big."
   Its always best not to say too much, that's my experience.  They like
talking.
   "He only makes less than a teaspoon full," she said quite seriously,
"and his isn't much bigger than my thumb; my hands are quite small as
well," and then she giggled.
   "We'll all different," was all I said smiling.
   "Well you're different to him," she replied, "will you uhm.....will you
be....how long will you be staying with us then?" She was still holding my
cock when she said that and she was staring at it.
   "Not sure," I said, "as long as you want," I continued laughing.
   "Good," she replied dreamily.
   "When will it get.....  when..............will it be like this
tomorrow...."
   "Hard again," I said smiling?
   "Yes," she said looking up at me.
   "No," I said laughing, " a few minutes usually.  But it won't have so
much stuff next time but it always last longer the second, third, forth
time.
   She just stared up at me, mouth open again and then, "forth?"
   "Depends," I replied.
   "On what," she asked?
   "Lots of things," I replied, "if I'm tired or if the situation is
stimulating enough, things like that."
   "What do you mean, stimulating enough," she asked.
   "You know," I shrugged, "depends on how sexy the girl is, how she
behaves, what she might be wearing or what she might want to
do................."
   She cut me off, "can we do it for real then, can we?"
   "Of course," I said, "if that's what you want?"
   "Upstairs," she said in a kind of nervous voice.
   "In my room you mean," I replied.
   "In our bed," she said swallowing hard.
   I nodded and standing up she said, "wait for me and I'll tell you when
to come up, alright?"
   I smiled and nodded and watched as she stumbled away, one of her legs
was wobbling as she walked off.
   leslliams@yahoo.com 
  
NEWLY WED AND FRUSTRATED PART ONE