A Size Queen Explains Why
by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com
My husband has always been the jealous type. I'm five foot six and one hundred
twenty pounds, with shoulder-length dark hair. I'm 5'1, 100 lbs., half Cherokee
Indian, with high cheek bones, and my measurements are 34DD-22-34. These vital
statistics have a tendency to drive my husband wild and make him very leery of
other men. But as crazy as it sounds, he finds it a turn-on when I tell him
stories of my torrid affairs with others.
One of his favorite stories has always been the time I made it with his
fraternity brother. I met him one day when I walked by the building where he was
working. He's got arms as big as my thighs and muscles on top of muscles. This
hunk had the largest cock I've ever seen, and the night of their pledges party I
got to experience it firsthand. Everyone was drinking that night and getting
friendly.
The theme was 'love the neighbor', and we all lost our inhibitions kissing and
hugging various people. When the hunk grabbed me, his hand rode-up under my
loose-fitting jersey. I was on fire. He asked me to come out to his car with him
and I knew I shouldn't, but did anyway after I got a good look at the full
crotch he sported. Once out of the door, he began to fondle my big tits, squeeze
my ass and even rub my cunt.
As soon as I stepped in the car, I lost all resistance. I knew my husband would
be furious, but this guy was making me feel so good I decided to deal with my
hubby later. Before I realized it, we were in the backseat and my top and bra
were off. My control of the situation dwindled to nothing. His lips drew my
nipples into his mouth and his tongue made them stiffen and ache with pleasure.
Asking him to slow down only sent his hands to my burning sweetness. I helped
him pull my jeans and panties down.
His fingers probed my dripping clit and caused me to grab his rock-hard bulge.
The first feel of his manhood made me realize that this was a tool of no
ordinary size. I quickly tugged at his jeans, reached over and grabbed a handful
of meat. When I looked back at him with awe, he was smiling, his cock growing
even bigger in my hand. He was quite ready, but I pumped him a few times,
marveling at the way my fingers stretched around his thick shaft. My mouth
opened wide and went straight to his cockhead. The manly taste of a strange cock
made me cream even more, and I marveled at its size.
Since his cock was plenty long, I just sucked gently on his knob. He groaned and
put a hand on top of my head. Now, I don't mind sucking cock, But I had another
place that needed it. Freeing his dick with a wet slurp, I smeared his precum
with my fingers. Then he picked me up and placed me on his lap. I straddled his
legs and looked into his eyes as I spread my thighs wide for him. He lifted me
until I could feel the knob of his dick pressing against me as it sought out my
cunt lips. It was slow going - I was used to my husband's dick, which fit easily
inside me. This one was a challenge.
Little by little, he pushed himself deeper. I could feel every muscle and every
vein as his cock fully entered me. I don't know for sure, but I'd guess it was
easily between 8-9 inches. It fit with some effort after several minutes of
slow-going. I spread my legs wide and before long, I had slickened his big cock
with my juices and we were rocking. He kept going for a long time, ignoring the
fact that I was cumming all over the place. Then, he shot his load into me and I
was hit with a breathtaking orgasm but he kept fucking me away. Thick, wet
squishing sounds filled the car as both our juices poured out around his
pistoning cock, coated his balls and puddled on the backseat beneath me.
We returned to the party and I returned to my husband, my legs feeling bowed and
my cunt aching. The crotch of my jeans was soaked and I had the smell of desire
on me. My husband whispered to me: "I know where you've been and I want to hear
everything when we get home!" He looked so restrained, and he didn't talk to his
frat brother for the rest of the evening. But when we got home, his interest in
all the horny details of my quickie, this evening, seemed to heighten. He told
me that he never wanted to see me look at another man in his presence, but if I
found myself in another compromising situation, I was to come home and share the
details with him.
Well, recently, I had a sexual encounter with my boss. He was leaving the
company and went into his office to say good-bye. He's young and cute, with his
curly dark hair and twinkling blue eyes. I gave him a friendly kiss, but it
didn't stop there. He shut the door and undid my blouse. He was quick to go for
my heavy tits. With one of my swollen nipples in his mouth, he used his free
hand to push up my skirt and finger my already wet snatch.
He looked so innocent, but it was until he took his clothes off. That's when you
find out just what a man he is. I unzipped his pants and withdrew one hell of a
cock. It was probably near ten inches long and at least eight inches around. I
dropped down and tried to give him a farewell blowjob, but I can only get the
cockhead and the first few inches in my mouth, but it was just fine for him. My
boss held my head and began to moan that he was going to come. I stood up,
pulled off the rest of my clothes and got on his mahogany desk.
His big, fat cock drove deep into my wet hole. I came fast and he just kept
pumping away. His balls slapped against me and I lifted my legs higher to give
him more room. One more moan and I knew that he would be sending jets of hot
come deep in my willing vagina. I asked him to change position, getting on my
all four. One wall of his office is done with mirrors, and he loves watching his
cock slide in and out of my pussy. I get a thrill out of it, too. His cock is so
big that when I assumed it doggie-style, so I can see the way it splits me wide.
I felt every vein, every wrinkled inch of him. When he pulled out, we both
gasped as his prick reappeared, glittering wet and coated with my juices.
He came as expected, and I had one more orgasm with that. Then I laid on the
floor and I jacked him off, cumming yet again when his flying sperm landed
between my legs. We got dressed when we heard that there were other people
waiting outside the office to give him warm wishes and fond good-byes. I doubt
if any were as memorable as the treat I gave him.
Driving home, I couldn't keep my hands out of my flooded box. I ran my fingers
between my cunt lips and continued to toy with my love knob. Bringing my boss's
juice to my mouth and reliving the moment was one of the most erotic things I've
ever done. When I arrived home, I pulled up my skirt and allowed my husband to
inspect my cunt. I can't remember him being that aroused in a long time. I just
hope I'll be able to share more of these experiences with him soon....
I crave big cocks! Sorry guys, but six or seven inches just won't cut with me.
You've got to be at least eight inches long - I keep a tape measure in my purse,
and you have to be thick, too. I like my cunt filled to capacity. Recently, I've
found several lovers who fill my requirements just perfectly. Problem is, the
guys who possess these dimensions KNOW that they have a big cock and tend to
swing it toward girls who never appreciate them for what they are deep down:
fuck studs!
Oh, by the way, there's also David, a big guy from Montana with a huge salami -
that's what I kid him about anyway. He's not quite as long the other two, but
his cock is REALLY thick. David has one little kink that bothered me at first
but now, I find it as much of a turn-on as he does. You see, his woman is a tiny
woman that can't handle all that meat on a regular basis. Just last week, I
discovered that there's a club in town that caters to women who crave big cocks.
I signed up right away and already have plans for a threesome - me and two
studs!
Can you imagine? an endless supply of ten-inch poles!
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The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com