SIZE DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE
(Another figment of my imagination)
It's been said that necessity is the mother of invention. That may be
true, but in a lot of cases, it's just plain dumb luck, as in this case. I
have, I think, inadvertently stumbled upon a new way to get laid. Granted
it will never be one-hundred-per-cent effective but at least it worked
once, and that's a hell of a lot higher success rate than most of things
I`ve tried over the years.
But first let me bore you with some background. The millions of dollars
the government spent on AIDS education in the eighties and nineties were
not wasted on me. All the television ads and pamphlets made a lasting
impression on me. For that reason, as much as I hate condoms, I never have
unprotected sex. And, I must say, there have been a few times when I was
in a position to land in some pretty good looking pussy that I had to turn
it down because I didn't have a boot. Yeah I know... it's like going
swimming with a raincoat on. But when you think of the alternatives, even
with a rubber, pussy is still pretty damn good. Anyway my point is that I
try to always keep some condoms on hand; a few in the drawer beside my bed
at home and a couple in the glove box of my car.
Anyway back to my story. It was time to restock.
The embarrassment of buying condoms is something I overcame a long time
ago. Unlike some guys I don't find it necessary to go into a store and buy
a dozen items that I don't need in hopes that the cashier won't notice the
rubbers. I'll go into any store, no matter how big or small, and pick up a
box of rubbers. I don't care if there's a gray haired old lady that looks
like my mother at the register. I figure buying condoms just shows that
I'm a healthy, socially conscious man with a natural sexual appetite.
After all, think about it, even the old lady who looks like your mother
isn't likely to be a virgin. And I figure it's highly possible at some
point in her life she's tuned some guy down because he didn't have a
condom. Anyway on this particular day there was only one cashier working, a
pretty young brunette who looked to be about twenty years old, young enough
to be my daughter.
I'm not a big guy and I don't have illusions of having a monster cock.
But when they came out with the new larger sized condoms I gave them a try.
I found that they were more comfortable and I didn't have to stretch them
as much to get them on. That meant less chance of tearing.
Anyway, without a care in the world I marched right up to the check out
stand and laid a box of magnum condoms on the conveyor. The pretty young
thing, Lori I learned later, scanned the box then looked up at me with big
brown eyes and smiled. With out a word she put my purchase in a bag and
waited while the register printed my receipt.
I thought it unusual but didn't say anything when she ripped the receipt
from the machine and, before handing it to me, turned it over and wrote
something on the back.
I waited until I got back to my car to read her note. In large, neat
script she had written: "I like big ones, but they are so hard to find." I
couldn't believe what I was seeing. In fact, I was so shocked it took me
several minutes to decide what to do.
Finally, I went back inside. She was standing at the register with one
hip thrust outward resting her weight against the counter. I began to
really check her out for the first time. She was tall, at least five
seven. A big girl all over, I guessed her to weigh around a hundred and
forty or fifty pounds. Her low slung jeans barely covered the crack of her
ample but very round ass. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked around
the store to see if anyone was watching. I decided no one was.
Taking a deep breath to settle my nerves, I walked up behind her. She
must have sensed my presence, because I was only a few feet from her when
she turned around.
She smiled widely. "Hi, I wondered if you'd come back." She was looking
straight at me, her big brown eyes shinning. I looked for some sign of
embarrassment in her face, there was none.
I could, however, feel my own face turning red and feeling flush.
Finally, I managed to mutter something like. "I got your note. What does
it mean?"
She never flinched or hesitated. "It means just what it says. I like
big ones, and trust me I know, they are very rare. Do you have a big one?"
Her abruptness and lack of modesty where beginning to make me feel
pretty uncomfortable. "I don't really know. I try not to think about it."
That was true. I try not to think about the size of my dick. When I was
younger I used to worry about such things. But I eventually figured out
that it didn't really matter. I had what I had and if it wasn't enough
then there was nothing I could do about it. I had also learned over the
years that size is a subjective thing, even to women. Just like when you
stand in the shower. One day it may be pumped and heavily veined. Then
the next day, your cock is all shriveled up and looking like something you
might see in a junior high locker room. It's the same with women and their
pussies. A cock that today might feel like it's ripping her apart may feel
like a pencil to her tomorrow. That's just the way it is.
Still smiling, she allowed her eyes to drift down to my crotch. Just
the conversation was causing my dick rise and I could feel it pushing
against my jeans. I was standing there feeling like a clumsy teenager with
a hard-on for his teacher, looking around to see if anyone was watching or
hearing all of this when she looked up again. Very nonchalantly, as if she
were talking about the price of coffee, she said, "You've got my curiosity
up anyway, and that's making my panties wet. You want to give it a go or
what?"
I was dumbfounded. I looked at her innocent young face and tried not to
imagine shoving my cock between her thin child-like lips and down her young
throat. I should be ashamed, I thought, but I wasn't. My dick just got
harder.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
She laughed. "Of course I'm serious." She looked up at the clock. "I
get off from work in fifteen minutes. I can be home and in the shower in
thirty. That is if you're one of those guys that need to have to have your
pussy squeaky clean. If not I can skip the shower. I don't know how you
feel about pussy, but I kind of prefer a man's cock to be manly. A little
sweaty, clean but not freshly scrubbed if you know what I mean."
I looked around again. Was anybody hearing this? Hell, I wasn't sure I
was hearing it. I couldn't believe I was standing in the middle of a
nationwide chain store, listening to some girl half my age talk about the
erotic aromas of cocks and pussies. I shrugged and tried to sound as cool
as she did. "Yeah, I'd really hate for you to wash away that fresh juice
you say is dripping from your pussy." As hard as I had tired though, I knew
I didn't sound as carefree as she had.
Suddenly my mind changed gears. Was this a set up? What if there was
some big asshole waiting at her place to knock my head off and steal my
cash and credit cards? My mind was racing as I looked down at the sweet
little girl that was offering me her body. Think, my brain was screaming.
Are you sure you want to do this? This is just too easy. I smiled.
"There's a motel two blocks from here."
She never stopped smiling. "Sure if that's what you'd prefer." She
looked at the clock. "Wait here. I'll be right back. I'm going to go
clock out."
True to her word she was back in less than five minutes. Ten minutes
after that I was unlocking the door to room 206 of the local Budget Inn. I
closed and locked the door behind us. When I turned around she was
standing by the foot of the queen sized bed. Suddenly she didn't look so
bold or intimidating. She looked nervous, and unsure of herself. She
looked vulnerable.
"Are you okay," I asked.
She shrugged. "Yeah, it's kind of funny I guess. I've never gone to a
motel with a strange man. I mean... somehow it seems different. Taking
you back to my place was like no big deal. But for some reason a motel
makes it seem different." She laughed. "You know... as crazy as it
sounds, it makes it seem cheap."
"You want to call it off?" I could feel my dick shrinking.
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No. I want what I came here
for." She stepped forward and grabbing my face pulled my head down toward
hers. She kissed me hard and wet, her tongue darting between my lips. I
could feel her heavy young breasts against my chest and my dick began to
rise again. She broke the kiss as suddenly as she had initiated it.
Falling to her knees she began to unbuckle my jeans, tugging them, along
with my baby blue boxers down over my hips. My cock sprang free in all its
glory, standing tall and proud. She rocked back on her haunches. Grasping
my cock between her long slender fingers, she pulled the foreskin back,
unveiling the head. She stroked my steadily growing tube twice, squeezing
it hard. "It is big," she said just before licking the first drops of
juice from the tip. She rolled her eyes upward. "I've never seen one
that...you know hasn't been..." She hesitated searching for the word.
"Circumcised?" I said.
She nodded and turned her attention back to my aching cock, sucking the
head between her warm moist lips. I watched, weak kneed, as about half my
cock disappeared into her mouth. She repeated the motion three or four
times, the head of my cock bumping the back of her throat each time. Then
I saw her open her mouth wide, and in one slow steady movement she
swallowed my entire length. Holding my extremely hard cock in her mouth
for a long moment, I saw her nostrils flare as she struggled to breathe.
I could have easily dropped my load right then. I had to fight the urge
to spray the back of her throat with my hot jizz. Visions of her
swallowing my load as she struggled to keep from drowning in cum filled my
head. But I fought the impulse and held back the massive burden that
screamed at my brain to be released. Instead of flooding her warm mouth
with lusty jizz, I took her gently by the shoulders and guided her to her
feet. Starting with the blue cotton vest that bore the store's name, I
began to undress her. She stood perfectly still as I pulled her knit top
over her head and unfastened the clasp of her bra. When I pulled the cups
away from her milky white globes and slid the straps over her shoulders, as
massive as they were, her big round breasts barely dropped at all. Her
skin was young, firm and as smooth as marble. The gigantic orbs stood out
from her chest erect and proud. Her firm white mounds were tipped off by
puffy pink nipples that seemed, at least to me, to be begging for my
attention. I answered the call, sucking one and then the other between my
teeth gently biting each rubbery tip. Then, using my palms, I pushed them
together as one so that I could get both of her tender young nips in my
mouth at once. I teased them, gently holding them between my teeth as she
urged me on. "Harder."
I was more than willing to accommodate and held her overwrought nipples
between my teeth as I mauled the still maturing teats with the tip my
tongue.
Had I not been so excited I could have played with those luscious tits
all day. Instead though, I pushed her onto her back onto the middle of the
bed and started pulling at her jeans, tugging them over her hips and down
around her ankles. I suddenly realized in my haste I'd forgotten to remove
her sneakers.
When she finally lay naked before me I had to stop and gaze in amazement
at the voluptuous young body that awaited me. I allowed my eyes to drink
in her beauty, starting with her sparkling brown eyes and slowly letting my
gaze drift down past her fragile shoulders to her bulbous white breasts.
Her waist was long and narrow. Her mildly rounded belly bulged slightly
just above her black, neatly trimmed pubic hair. As my focus reached her
pussy she spread her legs slightly; just enough for me to see the swollen
lips of her tender young cunt. Her pussy was ready and between the tufts
of closely cropped hair I could see traces of moisture leaking from between
the inner lips. As she opened her legs a little farther, her slit seemed
to part almost magically, welcoming me. Suddenly, I knew how Moses had
felt when the Red Sea opened up before him.
I could see her watching me intently, never taking her eyes off my
throbbing cock as I finished undressing.
Then as I ripped the foil package between my teeth and began to roll the
condom over my cock I saw her smile. I took a step toward her. And, as if
instinctively, like she was reading my mind, she spread her legs wider.
Still standing, I took one of her ankles in each hand dragging her toward
me until her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs
even wider, opening the gash between her legs even more, I pulled her
glistening hole toward my waiting dick. As agile as an athlete she raised
her hips to just the right height. Then, grasping my cock in her hand she
guided the head toward the opening of her slippery hole. Just as I started
to push my cock in she pulled back, looking at me with pleading eyes.
"Slowly," she said, "I want to watch." That said she once again placed the
tip of my cock against her wet opening. Holding her legs apart with my
upper arms, I grabbed a handful of her ass in each hand, my fingers barely
making an indentation in her voluptuous, but taught cheeks as I pulled her
to me.
Her heat burned through the thin layer of latex that separated us,
making it hard to restrain from plunging my cock into her as hard and as
fast as I could. When at last my balls were resting against her sweet
young ass I paused, waiting for further instructions.
"That's good," she cooed. "Now, don`t move." I did as she asked and
watched as she lowered her hips withdrawing from me until just the tip of
my cock was still buried inside her quickly sloppy hole. Next, slowly she
raised herself back up until once again she had all of me within the deep
confines of her warm wet cunt. I had to grit my teeth and hold my breath
for a second to control my urge to fuck her wildly. I wanted to pound my
cock into her, savagely emptying my aching balls.
She must have read my mind because she said, "just be patient. I
promise I'll make it worth your wait."
I watched my cock slowly reappear then disappear inside her again.
After a few torturous minutes of this she pulled away completely leaving my
cock to sway in the cool breeze of the air conditioner. As she did, she
took my hand and pulled me toward the bed, gently guiding me onto my back.
Without a word, she straddled my hips and with expert fingers guided my
cock back into her hole. She did all of this in one easy motion.
This time there was nothing slow or gentle about it. She sucked my meat
up into her cunt all the way in one quick motion. Leaning slightly forward
she ground her hips against me; massaging her clit against my throbbing
pole. It was only a matter of seconds until her eyes rolled back into her
head and she held up one finger as if to say; I'll be with you in a moment.
Her entire body stiffened, her face flushed, and her breasts seemed to
balloon even larger right before my eyes. Then I felt the pulsing between
her legs, her cunt throbbing, squeezing me. Suddenly, I felt the cool rush
of her juices leaking from her pussy onto my balls.
She regained control quickly and leaned forward, her hot tits
mushrooming against my chest. Putting her mouth right next to my ear she
said in a throaty whisper, "That's why I love big cocks. They make me cum
soooo hard." She sat up again. The look on her face was fierce. "I'm
yours. Take me anyway you want." This nymphet had a split personality
almost virginal one minute and a wanton devil the next. I didn't know
which I liked better.
I took her at her word and roughly rolled her off of me and on to her
stomach. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. I wanted to treat her like
the whore she was. I slapped her hard on the ass leaving a bright red
handprint on her delicate white cheek. "Come on bitch raise up here so I
can fuck you from behind."
She didn't protest or hesitate. She immediately dropped her upper body
flat against the bed and raised her ass as high as possible. With one hand
on each ass cheek she spread her cunt wide, exposing herself completely
from her clit to her smooth brown asshole. Her cunt, the same hole that
had been so tight and small at first, was now enlarged and stretched, the
lips around it swollen and thick.
Seeing her this way just made me hotter. I didn't wait. I couldn't
wait. I pushed my cock into her without remorse, not stopping until my
thighs slapped against the back of hers. I smiled as I watched her bury
her face in the pillow clawing at the bedspread with her fingers. I rose
up high; squatting flatfooted on the bed for leverage. Tightly gripping a
handful of ass in each hand, I used my thumbs to stretch her skin, opening
her up even wider. I showed no mercy and she asked for none. Between
gritted teeth she prompted me. "Harder," she said in a muffled gasp.
"Fuck me harder."
I pounded into her again and again, pulling her ass hard against me with
each plummeting stroke.
She raised her head off the pillow and looked over her shoulder. Her
face was red and her eyes seemed to flash fire. "That's it? That's all
you've got? I thought you were going to fuck me. Come on tear my pussy
up."
Her taunting took me to new heights, heights I've never known before or
since. My meat was so hard it felt like it would burst out of it's skin.
The explosion that I'd been fighting so hard to control only moments ago
now suddenly seemed unreachable. My cock felt like a throbbing tooth. I
gritted my teeth in pain. But even that seemed to fuel my fire even more.
The more I hurt the more I wanted to hurt. I'd never felt anything like
it. My cock screamed at my brain for relief. My aching meat was straddling
that fine line between torture and ecstasy. Sweat dripped from my brow,
momentarily forming small puddles on her backside and slowly leaking down
the crack of her ass. Then just when I thought I could stand no more, I
was ready. I was preparing to empty my balls when all of a sudden I saw it
looming there before me. Right there less than an inch from her frothing
cunt was the prettiest little brown hole I'd seen in a long time. "I want
your ass," I said. "I want to fuck your tight little asshole with my big
cock."
She looked over her shoulder again and with a menacing grimace that
seemed to be daring me she said. "Do it. Stick it in my ass."
I didn't hesitate. I pulled out of her pussy and holding my inflamed
tool like a weapon aimed my cock directly at her puckered little asshole. I
expected her to flinch or resist when I pushed the head into the tight
little ring. Instead she humped her ass up to meet me. Without so much as
a groan or a whimper, she willingly gave her bunghole to me. She was
giving me everything she had, holding nothing back. And I was more than
willing to take it. I hadn't pounded her ass more than twice when I felt
the inevitable coming from deep within my balls. I had found the release
I'd been looking for. I let out a loud groan and buried my dick as deep in
her backside as it would go. My balls resting against her open cunt, could
feel the heat radiating from within her.
Suddenly she started laughing uncontrollably. Between giggles she said,
"Very good. Oh yeah I can feel your cock throbbing inside me. Come on
baby let it all go. Empty your balls."
I did and when I my nuts were empty I fell over onto my back. I was
finished. I was toast, done for, and I assumed she was too. But I was
wrong. As quick and agile as a cat she was leaning over me tearing the
condom from my shrinking pole. ` Bending over me, she glanced up at me
just long enough for me to see the mischievous sprite in her dark evil eyes
and the devilish smile on her lips. Without hesitation, she sucked my raw
cock into her mouth. She refused to let it die, pulling stroking and
sucking. She was relentless as I tried to pull my oversensitive meat away.
But she was too strong. With my semi-hard dick between her lips she looked
up at me and in a garbled voice said, "Don't fight it, trust me."
Somehow I managed to fight the urge to throw her off of me, and after
the initial painful sensations passed I felt my cock growing again. Then
almost immediately I felt another load building. Just as suddenly I was
exploding in her mouth.
She never missed a drop as she sucked me dry. This time I was finished.
I fell back on the bed and dropped into an almost comatose sleep.
I only slept for a few minutes but when I awoke she was gone. The only
thing left of our encounter was the condom on the floor where she'd tossed
it, and a note on the dresser. In the same flowing script as on the
receipt she'd written: "that was great, but it's really not that big."
I could have had my feelings hurt, but I didn't care. I had just had an
experience that would rank right up there with the best ever, and that was
good enough for me.