0 comments/ 74918 views/ 5 favorites Size Matters By: Cal Y. Pygia I like to shock people. If I had the talent, I'd be a horror writer or a director of horror movies, and I'd go for the jugular every time. But I'm not particularly talented. I can't write. I can't direct. I can't sculpt or paint. I can't act or sing or dance. When it comes to talent, I'm severely handicapped. God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really. I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did nothing to earn or merit being beautiful. I just am. (Well, okay, I guess God does have a little help from the beautician and a few other folks; every girl wants to look her best, after all.) I used to flash. I'd go braless and wear tight T shirts that showed my nipples. I'd wear a micro-mini skirt and no panties; then, I'd bend over to retrieve a dropped item or look at something on a low shelf in a crowded store. I'd leave my blouse unbuttoned, so men (and, yes, many ladies, too) could gawk at my bare breasts. It was fun for a while, but, like everything, flashing my tits and ass eventually became boring. I still do it--occasionally--but it just isn't as thrilling. Lately, I've adopted a new means of shocking people. It's great! Here's what I do. I go into a drug store or a pharmacy. I pick a crowded one whenever possible. I buy a package of condoms. Usually, I purchase colored ones; sometimes, I get the ribbed kind. I always get flavored ones, too--I like to give the clerk and whatever other customers are on hand at the time I make my purchase something to think about, something to masturbate over. The flavored ones, for example, obviously suggest that I plan to perform fellatio. The ribbed ones indicate that I am a sensuous woman who enjoys as much sensation as possible. The colors suggest the fun of a festive occasion; sex becomes more than a few minutes of in and out. Just this afternoon, I made a purchase. I bought a dozen prophylactics in a rainbow of colors and a variety of delicious flavors, all ribbed, with the nipples at their tips to catch the sperm. The clerk was a cute young man--a teen, really. Probably a high school kid earning a little cash on the weekend to spend on his girl. How sweet. He had an open, honest, and naive face--freckles, wide blue eyes, a friendly, innocent smile--the works. Even sweeter! This purchase was going to be fun, I thought. I waited my turn in line as people bought mundane merchandise--clothes, toiletries, hardware items, stationery. Finally, it was my turn. With my most innocent girlish smile, I set the package of condoms on the counter, averting my eyes. I think I even managed a blush. The clerk's eyes widened, and he gulped, but he didn't say anything as he gave me the once over, checking out my face and figure. He scanned the barcode and mumbled the price. I opened my purse, extracted a five-dollar bill, and handed it to him, making sure my fingers touched his as we exchanged the note. His hand trembled. He gulped again. He placed the money in the register's till and handed me my change, his hand, like his heart, I have no doubt, still all atremble. I flashed him another innocent smile, and, this time, it was he who blushed. Bagging my purchase, he muttered, "Thank you." My smile broadened. "Thank you," I returned. He blushed fire-engine red, averting his eyes. I lingered at the counter. "By the way," I ventured, "if these don't fit, I can return them for a refund, right?" I thought the kid would faint! His blush deepened and spread, and he swallowed several times as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Finally, he managed to croak, in a hoarse whisper, "Size doesn't matter, ma'am. One size fits all." I smiled at him, extremely aroused by his embarrassment. It was almost as good as a man might feel in despoiling a virgin. After a long pause, while I enjoyed the teen's discomfort, I replied, "Ordinarily, you'd be right," I agreed, "but, ever since I started taking hormones a year ago, my--you know, my package--seems to have shrunk." The clerk gulped, looking away. "It's so small now that I'm not sure a condom will stay on," I continued. "If it won't, I can bring back the rest of the package for a refund, right?" The poor kid! He looked this way and that, aware of the attention I'd attracted, both by my looks, my questions, and my comments. "Uh, we can't refund money for an item like that, ma'am." I gave him with an arched look. "An item like what?" I demanded. He blushed all over again. "You know," he stammered, "a personal item, an intimate item." "In that case, I want my money back," I declared, setting the bagged condoms back onto the counter. Mortified, the clerk returned my money. As I folded it into my purse, I gazed at the fresh-faced, freckle-faced teen. "In cases like mine, size does matter, especially when it comes to condoms," I said, leaving him and my lookers-on staring at me with open mouths, shocked and confounded. I strode from the store, my hips sashaying and my breasts bobbing. If I hurried, I could make it to the new pharmacy a few blocks away before closing time. My cock, like my nipples, stiffened at the thought of confronting another embarrassed young clerk about a refund for my purchase if my estrogen-shrunken cock proved too small for me to wear a condom. How shocking! Size Matters My boyfriend Chris used to go on at about how small his cock is and he kept saying I needed a bigger cock to satisfy me. After a while I started to 'go along with it' telling him how I'd really love to be fucked by a really big thick cock. One night last year we were in bed and he reached into his rucksack and pulled out this absolutely huge black dildo. It is a BAM realistic model and it measures 13 inches in length and 8.5 inches around! Quite frankly I could not really believe he was serious. When he used to tell me how much I would come on a big cock I would imagine what it would be like but never in my wildest fantasies did I ever dream of one this enormous! All I could think was 'that's got to hurt... surely no woman could take that?' To be honest I found the thought of using it really frightening. When I refused to try it he got really sulky and childish. He kept on at me for weeks, either saying I'd love it or being really horrible, telling me I was pathetic because I couldn't take a decent sized cock, that pussies are designed to stretch enough for a baby to pass through and all I had to do was relax. Eventually he wore me down so much I finally agreed to let him use it on me. He'd got to me so much that I that at that point I didn't really care if it hurt. I was so fed up with being made to feel inadequate for not being able to take a big cock that I actually wanted to do it just to prove him wrong. He was all excited when I said I would try it and he got really randy which put me in the mood for a good fucking. We went to bed and he went down on me and licked my pussy till I came, preparing me for what was to come. To say it didn't really fit would be an understatement but I was really determined to take it. By using lots of lubrication and a vibe on my clit as Chris tried to insert it I found that my pussy gradually relaxed, I could feel more and more of the huge head of it stretching me as it went in. It was hurting a bit but I just tried to keep myself relaxed and not 'clench up' while Chris pressed it into me. It took quite a long time but eventually I got closer and closer to orgasm, the stretching sensation was delaying it but finally when I did come he took advantage of it and forced the thing right up inside me! I was shocked as my orgasm subsided, lying there with that huge great thing inside me. I was amazed that I'd actually taken it! It still felt pretty sore but not as bad as I expected, just really bulky and full and tight...really tight! Looking down between my legs it was a shock to see how stretched my pussy lips were around the massive girth of the thing. I must admit though, did look really quite sexy. Chris was over the moon; his face was a picture, telling me what a sexy bitch I was! I actually felt very sexy and proud of myself for managing to take it. It made me feel incredibly feminine and receptive; it's hard to describe but it felt 'right' somehow, as if it were my destiny to accept this thing inside me. Whatever it was it felt good, incredibly erotic for both of us. I think Chris was as amazed as I was to see more than half of that huge shaft buried inside me. He began to move it, slowly working it in and out, fucking me with this monster cock. Part of the satisfaction of taking the dildo had been to prove him wrong; I wanted to take it because I was angry that he made me feel I wasn't good enough, not 'woman enough' to take a big cock. The longer he fucked me the more excited I got and it soon dawned on me that I really wanted to 'pay him back' for his put-downs... I had proved him wrong on his first claim, now I wanted to pretend he was right on his others... that he really wasn't big enough for me, that I really did need a big dick to satisfy me! As the fucking continued I relaxed and got used to the thickness of it and I very quickly became more and more turned-on. I realised that I would not have to do much pretending...he had actually been right all along; I really did love being fucked with this monster cock! It was so much better than I had ever imagined! As I thought about it the more excited I became, jerking my hips to meet the thrusts of that big thick dick. I found it exciting to think of making Chris jealous and started telling him how good it was, that he was absolutely right, I really did need this huge tool to satisfy me, that I had such a greedy pussy and that I'd be ruined for him after stretching so wide for the dildo! Whether it was what I was thinking and saying or genuinely the size of the dildo but I realised I was that I was going to come and within a matter of seconds I did... Jesus Christ it was intense! It was unbelievable, I thought I was going to die I came so hard on it! I screamed so loud half the neighbourhood must have heard me! My boyfriend kept on fucking me and I came again in seconds, again equally intense. I couldn't take any more and had to make him stop. As I came down from the high Chris pointed out that I'd come from being fucked! I never come from thrusting alone; I always need my clit stimulated... "Then its true" I said, smiling at him "I really do need to be fucked by a really big cock!" He wanted to fuck me himself then and when he entered me his cock felt really small in comparison and I teased him "I can barely feel it, that's no use to me now; I need a huge cock inside me!" He seemed to like it and fucked me furiously, telling me what a cock-hungry slut I was, reminding me almost accusingly how hard I'd come on that big rubber cock. He did come inside me but I suspect it was more from being so turned-on than from much friction! Not surprisingly I was rather sore the next day but in no doubt whatsoever that I was going to do it again soon! I was as randy as a bitch in heat! It was only a couple of days later that I asked Chris to make love to me again and when he asked if I wanted to use the dildo again I could barely conceal my excitement. I got the distinct impression I was being just a little too enthusiastic but I didn't care; he had awakened these desires in me, now he would have to satisfy them! He then asked if he could tie me down and I was all for it. We had often done it before and the idea of being strapped down spread-eagled to the bed and fucked senseless with that beautiful big cock was extremely appealing! Big mistake! Once he had me securely strapped to the bed he informed me that I had been demeaning by telling him his cock was too small and as punishment he was going to fuck me all night with the dildo! I thought he was play acting at first and as he began licking my clit I encouraged him to do just that. "Oh God yes, fuck me all night long, I can't stop you now, you can make me come as many times as you want to, there's nothing I can do about it!" I panted, quite relishing the idea at that point. He started pushing the huge head of the dildo into me as he licked my clitoris and before long I was impaled on the massively thick shaft of rubber. It felt even better this time; I guess I wasn't so concerned with my ability to accept it and I was feeling very eager to take it given how much pleasure I had from it the last time. It was extremely exciting to feel so helpless, the stretched out immobilised victim of a brutal ravishment by a huge cock that would not stop, caring nothing for my weakened cries as it plundered my orgasm-wracked body! Little did I know that my fantasy was about to become a reality as I was rapidly brought to orgasm by the gigantic rubber penis. When I came I screamed out loud, my body convulsed, my pussy desperately clenching on the still thrusting shaft of the dildo as he pumped it relentlessly in and out. I couldn't close my legs, they were held wide apart allowing him to fuck me through one orgasm to the next with no respite! Just as the last time I was able to come just from being fucked with the huge dildo, in fact the longer he continued the more I realised I was unable to stop coming! I was completely at his mercy; no matter what I did I just kept having orgasm after orgasm in rapid succession until I was begging him to stop... But he wouldn't, he just kept on fucking me with it till I was delirious with pleasure, long since losing count of the number of orgasms I'd had! Eventually he did get tired and he stopped fucking me. The last thing I remembered was looking at the clock and realising I had been fucked for over four hours! It was dawn by the time we woke up, both of us having fallen asleep, exhausted, the dildo still buried inside me. I had been impaled on it for nearly nine hours by the time he pulled it out of me and unfastened the straps. My pussy was really loose and sloppy and Chris wanted to fuck me with his own cock. He slid in so easily and fucked me till he came, telling me how proud he is of me, how much of a woman I am to take his big rubber cock and come so much on it. I am a lucky girl to have such a generous Daddy! Size Matters Sarah's best friend Tammy was married to an Indian guy she met in college. Tammy was a virgin when they married, but now she is the happy mother of three little boys. Tammy and Sarah hang out a lot, talking about everything from school to summer camp. My wife is a big fan of those 'Cosmo-type' magazines and she loves taking those quizzes. Last month's edition had a special titled, "Does size matter." I've always considered myself above average, eight inches long when I am fully erect. Sarah has never complained. Tammy on the other hand told Sarah that her husband, Neraj was only three inches long. Sarah didn't believe it. Last weekend we had a pool party and Tammy convinced Neraj, who had been drinking all afternoon and could be considered drunk, to let Sarah take a peek at his penis. Sitting on the edge of the hot tub, I saw Sarah looking down Neraj's pants. I couldn't imagine what was going on and just as I was about to walk over and say something, Sarah put her hand in his pants and it appeared she was holding his penis. In Sarah's defense, she was drunk. Tammy, who does drink, was laughing at Neraj and Sarah. Sarah let go and began laughing herself. I decided to wait until later to find out what that was all about. In the meantime Tammy came over to the grill and spilled the beans. She explained how Sarah didn't believe her estimate. Tammy then asked me, "Can I see yours? It is only fair." I refused, but Tammy kept on. I looked over at Sarah and Neraj, they were sitting opposite from one another in the hot tub chatting. Tammy took my hand and pulled me into the cabana and pulled down my trunks. Flaccid, my penis is maybe four inches long, but Tammy shrieked, "It is sooo big!" Hearing her excitement I began to become aroused. I held it in my hand and said, "If you think it is big now, wait until it gets hard." It didn't take long before I was fully erect, my cock curving up pointing at my wife's friend. Tammy didn't ask for permission, she just grabbed it causing a drop of precum to form at the tip. Just as it was about to drip to the floor she caught it on the tip of her finger and rubbed it into her clit. I said, "Why did you do that?" She got red in the face, "I want you to make me pregnant." Tammy unhooked her top and dropped her panties. I looked out the window and saw Sarah and Neraj deep in conversation. Tammy leaned back on the couch and said, "Please, cum inside of me, hurry, I need you now." Between Tammy's legs I could see her vagina was swollen and wet. Could I just fuck her this easy? Without thinking I climbed over her and slipped my penis inside of her. She moaned as I did, begging me to cum. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and begged over and over until I couldn't help myself. I filled her with my semen and she thanked me over and over. She quickly dressed and we returned to the hot tub. Tammy spent the rest of the evening talking to Sarah. Later that night Sarah would tell me Tammy wanted her to sleep with Neraj. I told Sarah she could if she wanted to. Tammy had told Neraj he could do the same. By the end of the evening, both Sarah and Neraj were completely drunk, too drunk for intercourse, but Tammy and I helped both of them to bed. We removed their clothes and Tammy even thought to unwrap a condom so they would think they had 'safe' sex. Once we had them staged, Tammy told me she wanted me to fuck her again. We had sex two more times that night. The next morning Neraj woke up first and realized he was in bed with my wife. He could recall talking about having sex with her, but he was certain he wouldn't have done it. Then he saw the used condom and realized he must have. He couldn't remember doing it. That was when he slowly pulled the covers down from on top of my wife. He was aroused and her legs were slightly agape. He lifted his body over her and with little difficulty positioned his little cock between her legs. Spreading her legs he slid his small cock inside of her, just bigger than a finger he was like a piston stroking in and out of her. Sometime during intercourse Sarah awoke and instead of stopping him she began helping him. Her hips rotating in conjunction with his thrusts. She began to feel herself having an orgasm. Sarah has a hard time getting off, but Neraj had her at the brink of an orgasm. I heard Sarah from the other room and stood in the doorway watching Neraj on top of my wife. Sarah's legs were intertwined between his and the light skin of her arms and legs stood in contrast with his tanned complexion. Sarah began whimpering as she came. She begged him to keep going, to keep fucking her, "Oh god, this is good. Don't stop. Tammy is so lucky." Then she opened her eyes and saw me and said, "Oh god, I am sorry." She loosened her grip on him, her legs releasing him. Something snapped inside of her, by releasing the tension her orgasm hit a new level. She began to whimper again, I could see the regret in her eyes as she looked away as she let Neraj take her further and further. Slowly her arms encircled him again and her legs gripped his and she said, "I am ready, cum inside of me." Before long I could see he was cumming inside of my wife. She arched her back as she felt his semen fill her. When they were done Neraj turned around and saw me watching. He jumped up and apologized profusely. I told him it was no problem and walked away. Sarah met me at the house an hour later. She apologized and explained she had no idea how they ended up in bed. She explained how Tammy had told her about her husband's tiny dick. I laughed suggesting that it seemed as though he knew how to use it. We didn't talk about it after that. The next week Tammy spilled the beans to Sarah that we had sex. How she was impressed with the size of my cock, but how she preferred Neraj's love making to mine. Sarah admitted to Tammy that she preferred Neraj as well. Tammy, to Sarah's surprise, offered her husband any time Sarah wanted. Sarah began stopping by their home almost daily freely admitting to me what she did when she was there. It was my own fault I guess. Size Matters His long hard cock slapped against my cheek. It was humiliating, degrading and embarrassing. I loved it. I have always had a submissive side and being cuckolded by my beautiful wife was an incredible turn on. His rod was over 7 inches long and proportionately thick. It glistened with the juices from my wife's just fucked pussy and a stream of precum flowed steadily from the thick cut head. Despite the excitement of a humiliating taboo situation I was conflicted. I was straight. I had never imagined touching another man's dick much less kneeling at his feet as he rubbed it across my lips but the entire scene was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. "I think he likes it baby," Deanna said to her well hung lover. She laughed as he smeared precum across my mouth. My wife was clearly the dominant person in our manage a trois. She had cum three times while her well endowed lover fucked her in every position imaginable as I watched. I fought the urge to lick the salty cream from my lips. I wanted to taste it. I had tasted my own cum previously out of curiosity and I wondered if his juice would taste the same as mine. "Open wide piggy," Deanna said playfully. She had started cheating after she learned of my long term affair with a woman ten years my junior and she wasn't discrete about it. My affair was with one person but Deanna used my desire to save our marriage as leverage to fuck a string of younger men. As time passed she flaunted her infidelity more and more. She would come home with her hair, clothes and makeup a mess and tell me about her trysts with men she had just met. She fucked strangers in our bed while I took our kids to the movies. We rarely had sex and when we did she would have me lick her pussy until she climaxed and make me jerk off as she made fun of my thin 5 inch cock. Daryl was merely the latest of her lovers but she was planning on keeping him around because he had a nice big dick and she loved the way he fucked. She had become a size queen and Daryl's monster member hit spots I could only dream off. I shook my head 'no' and looked pleadingly at her. I begged her to stop the torturous humiliation but it was an act. I wanted it and sadly, she knew it. "Quit being a little bitch," she demanded. "Open your mouth and suck his cock. If you do maybe I will let you cum." It had been nearly two months since we had fucked and I was desperate. I hesitantly parted my lips as I looked at my sexy wife. Deanna was totally naked. Her 36c tits sagged only slightly despite the fact that she was a year past 40. She was thick in the hips, which balanced perfectly with her big round tits and she had the slightest pooch of a belly above her shaved pussy. Daryl pushed his dick into my mouth as my wife moaned loudly. I could smell and taste her juices on his big dick. It was like an aphrodisiac and I sucked hard on his big throbbing cock. Daryl held my head and pushed his giant cock deeper. I could feel the thick veins as they slid across my lips and I moaned softly at the hedonistic decadence of the situation. "I heard that," Deanna teased. "Queer." She laughed as her lover forced his giant cock deeper. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the primal urges I had never imagined existed. Daryl's cock touched the back of my throat and I fought hard not to gag. Tears streamed down my cheeks as over 6 inches of hard throbbing meat filled my throat. "He takes it deeper than you do," Daryl said playfully to my wife. "Are you sure he hasn't sucked dick before?" I hadn't. I had never even thought about it and before meeting Daryl my wife would not have wanted me to. She had been fucking him for a few weeks when he told her that he was bisexual. "You mean you suck dick?" She had asked him. "Because that's kinda hot." "No, no. I'm a top," Daryl had replied. He explained that his college roommate had been gay and one night after a party he had sucked Daryl's cock. After that he had been with a few other guys but had never reciprocated and he had no desire to do so. That exchange got my wife thinking and fantasizing about watching Daryl and another guy and the easiest guy to get was me. Daryl held my head and fucked my mouth. His big hard cock slid down my throat as my own skinny dick grew achingly hard. I surrendered to urges I had never known. My hands ran up his muscular legs as his cock pumped into my mouth like it was my wife's warm wet cunt. I grabbed his strong ass with both hands and forced his dick as deep inside me as I could. I could feel Daryl's pubes touch my nose as I deep throated his huge cock. I was no longer straight. I gagged on Daryl's big dick as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I'm getting close baby," Daryl said softly to my wife. "Cum in his mouth," Deanna ordered. My cock twitched as her words echoed in my head. I wanted it. I was not only her bitch. I was his. I backed off his long shaft and noisily slurped on his big cock head as Daryl stroked his meat. "Here it comes queer," Daryl warned as his cock started to spit into my mouth. He had fucked my wife and my mouth for nearly an hour but he had not yet cum. His climax was overwhelming. I gulped his copious cream as it filled my mouth and ran down my chin. I wrapped my fist around my dick and pumped it as my wife's lover, our lover, groaned and came in my mouth. Deanna pushed me onto my back on the hard floor and straddled my cum glazed face. She lowered her soaking wet pussy onto my mouth. My tongue flicked out and strummed my wife's hard clit as I jerked my small dick. Deanna came hard on my face and I moaned into her grotto while cum spewed from my dick. My wife climbed off my face and smiled. "Take Daryl into the bathroom and clean him up," Deanna ordered. "We're going out for dinner." I led Daryl into the master bathroom and knelt on the cold tile floor. I had already cum and I was no longer lust and cock crazed but I did what I was ordered to do. Deanna climbed into the hot shower behind me as I licked Daryl's flaccid dick. He had cum hard and despite his youth his dick wasn't getting hard as I licked and sucked on his cock and balls. "Fuck it," Daryl said as a huge smile spread across his face. "Drink up queer." My mouth filled with salty pee as my wife's lover unleashed a torrent of piss from his thick fire hose cock. I was shocked as his pee filled my mouth. Not just because he had taken me by surprise but also because the taste was not totally unpleasant. In fact it was not revolting, it was hot! My cock grew hard as Daryl's warm piss filled my mouth and cascaded down my naked body. I swallowed his yellow stream and sucked hard on his dick until it was hard and ready. I wanted him inside me. I had never in my life imagined being penetrated but at that moment I needed to feel his huge cock filling my ass. "Fuck me," I panted. "What," Daryl queried. "I need you inside me," I stated clearly. "Please fuck my ass. Make me your bitch." Daryl smiled. He walked into the bedroom and returned with a lubricated condom and small bottle lube. "I've only tried this once and my gay college roommate couldn't take my big dick. But you're such a submissive bitch you'll probably like the pain." Daryl rolled a magnum sized rubber over his giant cock as I knelt doggy style in front of him. I felt the cool lube cover my asshole and I moaned softly. I was trembling with excitement as Daryl rubbed the slick head of his latex covered cock across my asshole. He grabbed my hips and I relaxed my sphincter. Daryl pushed his granite rod into my virgin ass. I groaned as he split my ass. Pain ripped through my ass. Pleasure consumed me. Inch after excruciating inch sank slowly inside me. I gritted my teeth as Daryl filled my ass with eight inches of hard throbbing man meat. He buried his entire dick inside my ass as my wife watched. I could feel his big balls touch mine. It was electric. "Holy shit baby. My husband is a queer." Deanna laughed. Daryl slowly fucked my ass as his magnificent cock stretched me wide. He sped up and my eyes rolled back in my head. His hips slapped against my ass. His balls bounced off mine. He fucked me hard and fast. It hit me like a freight train and it was unlike anything I had ever felt. My body shook. My knees went weak. My cock spasmed and pumped cum onto the cold tile floor. "I'm getting close," he moaned as sweat dropped from his brow onto the small of my back. "Don't waste it," I panted. "Let me drink it." Daryl pulled his dick from my gaping asshole and tore the condom off his hard rod as I turned around. My ass burned as I wrapped my lips around his cock and stroked his shaft. Daryl moaned as he started to cum. He shot two huge gobs of thick delicious cream into my mouth before pulling out and covering my face with hot cum. I collapsed on the cold floor exhausted. Daryl took a quick shower while my wife finished getting ready to go out. I slowly crawled to the bed as they dressed. "Don't wait up sissy bitch," Deanna laughed as they walked downstairs. I laid in bed thinking about my life. I knew I would never be the same. I wanted more. More of Daryl's huge cock. Deanna wasn't the only size queen in the family. Size Matters It didn't end well. But the journey wasn't without its highlights. I had dated Carol, the ex, for nearly five years before we married. We had met in high school. I had reservations about marrying her, which is, I suppose, common. But she had raised (practically) several nieces and nephews and, having come from a large family, could cook great for such a young woman. She deplored that her brothers cheated on her sisters. And she was HOT. Compact and curvy in all the right places, five-foot two, 34B-25-35. Lovely face. So, we married. A daughter was born after a year. Money was tight but we were happy. Our sex life, while routine, was satisfying. She looked great nude, she would swallow (sometimes!) and her pussy tasted great! We would watch adult movies on occasion and very little was off limits. When our child was about a year old, the wife's sister told her about a job opportunity in the building where the sister worked. It was a clerical type job at a courier company that was expanding from it's Florida roots to north Georgia and Carol could get in on the 'ground floor.' She hadn't worked since the birth of our child and was looking to go back to work. "Donna said that it starts at $9 an hour and I'd be working directly for the manager!', Carol told me. "And he asked Donna if I was good looking...' Red flag number one, but I wasn't too concerned. By this time we'd been together nearly seven years and she had never given me any reason to be jealous. And we could certainly use the money. 'I can understand them wanting an attractive women in the office,' I said, 'and they'll have that for sure. And you're competent , too, so they should be happy.' This was true. Carol was a hard worker: Not much on abstract thought but once she learned a task she was as reliable and contentious as they come. 'And the money will surely come in handy,' I added truthfully. That she would ever stray was the furthest thing from my mind. Things started out well enough but the hours were long. I accepted it without a thought. She was being paid overtime and our domestic life was unaffected. But slowly, things began to change. Her dress for work became increasingly sexy and revealing. She began regularly coming home at 7:30 instead of 6 p.m.. Frequently, she would have to call her boss about 'business' once she got home and would have to go to our room and close the door 'so the kids won't interrupt.' I worked only a short distance from her office and sometimes had reason to go by after work. I would need to get the baby's bag or get money to pay the sitter. On these occasions her boss, Mark, who was a tall, dark, Latin man, obviously very attractive to the opposite sex, had become progressively obsequious. I was beginning to become suspicious. The frequency of intimacy was dwindling and she had become impatient and less affectionate. Then it happened. The call. It came late, after she would normally have been home. 'Ed, I'm going to be real late,' began the call. 'We were expecting a delivery but the driver is broke down in Unadilla and I have to go with Mark and drop him there so he can swap the load and drive the truck back to Atlanta. We can't leave here until the last driver finish loading which will be after 9, so no telling when I'll get home.' What a long night. I didn't sleep a moment. Around dawn she arrived home, in soiled white denim jeans and a t-shirt. Not what she had left in. 'Where did those clothes come from,' I asked bruskly . 'They're Donna's...I couldn't help Mark swap the load in a dress,' she replied indignantly. 'You know she's closer than here to my work and her house is on the way to Unadilla, too.' The logic was faultless. Perhaps everything was exactly as she said. There was still hope. 'Anyway, I have to get a shower and go back to work now.' 'WHAT!?! NO WAY!!' I cried. 'You haven't even slept!' 'I slept about three hours going to Unadilla and anyway, I'll get home early tonight,' she replied. 'Well, how about some attention before you go back to Atlanta? We haven't had sex in at least two weeks!' I'm sure that I sounded pathetic. 'OK, but you need to be quick, so I can get in the shower and go.' It was a relief to say the least. Finally, some long awaited intimacy. I stripped quickly from the underwear in which I had slept and pawed at her clothes in an effort to help her quickly undress. Once I had her on the bed, I moved down to eat her pussy since the lack of foreplay might make for an uncomfortable entry. 'No, don't do that,' she said. I was taken aback for a moment. That was always something she enjoyed and had never refused. 'I haven't had a shower since yesterday.' Again, I accepted the logic. A man can, after all, convince himself of anything if he wants to. I positioned myself at her opening and, prepared for a bit of work, pushed slowly to enter her. I needn't have worried: She was as loose and wet as a $2 whore. I've read that a woman will quickly return to her normal size after sex, regardless of the size of her partner. Since that day, I have totally disregarded that myth. 'DAY-UM!' I mumbled as I reached balls deep. 'What's wrong?' she asked defensively. 'Nothing,' I lied. Never in my life had a felt a pussy so well used. I finished my business quickly. She was totally detached during the sex and when I finished, off she went to the shower. I didn't have to go to work until later, so after she left I went through her laundry. The crotch of her panties were full of cum. She must have wiped many times, but there was just too much to prevent some from leaking out. I was sick. Later that day when she came home, we argued about her job and whether she was in love with her boss. 'You're crazy,' she said, 'he's married and I am too!' 'Then why were you gone all night and come home with your pussy as loose as if you'd been in a gangbang?' 'I've always been loose for you,' she spat back, 'get over it.' Later that week she told me that she needed some time by herself, to think. So on that Friday night she packed an overnight bag and left. When she got home Saturday morning I asked where she had gone and what she had done. 'I met with Kay from the office. She's going through a divorce and we ate, drank and hung out.' 'Whatever you say, but I don't believe a word of it,' I said flatly. She wouldn't even look at me. Later, she had to 'call the office.' I suppose that she realized that the cat was out of the bag and later that week, she moved out, going to live with her sister and leaving our daughter with me. It was a difficult time. But eventually, I surmised, the wife of her boss became aware of the affair and he broke it off. The company's Atlanta branch never made money and closed. She came home, tail between her legs, maintaining that she had never been unfaithful. After that things slowly went somewhat back to normal. Then one night she turned to me and said, 'I slept with another man.' For some reason I acted as though it was a shock. The next day we walked together and she told me everything. I think that it was actually more boasting on her part than confession. 'So, the Friday that you went out with "Kay from the office", that was bullshit, yeah?' I asked. 'Yeah, it was. Mark and I got a hotel room in Atlanta. He told his wife that he had to go to Valdosta.' 'How many times did you fuck him that night?' 'I don't know, probably four,' she said. 'Did you suck his dick?' 'I did everything,' she revealed. 'And the Unadilla trip? Was that all about fucking too?' 'No, we really did have to get the load back to the office.' 'Why were you so loose that morning?' I asked. 'Oh we had sex in the truck sleeper, but we did what we went to do,' 'How many times did you fuck him that night?' 'I don't know, but it was a lot,' came her brutally honest reply. 'Did he have a big dick?' 'It was about as long as yours, maybe a couple of inches longer, but it was a lot thicker.' Ouch! That really hurt. 'Did it make a difference?' 'It did at first.' 'Was there anything about sleeping with him that you didn't like?' 'He came too fast.' She had a hot body and I, too, was guilty of that. Now that I was aware of her penchant for big dick, I became determined to give her what she liked. I bought several dildos which she liked, but she said, 'what's the point if it doesn't vibrate?' So I got some large vibrators. These too, would please her for a while. Sometimes the results would be spectacular. She would come to bed in boy-shorts and a too small top, Playboy material, really, and I would insert unbelievable inches into her soaking pussy. I don't know much about anatomy, but I never thought that a woman who was 5'2" could take so much length so easily. And when she was really into it, I would get the blow job of my life. Eventually however, she would grow bored of these too, and insist that I stop using them. Then, one day I received a catalog with an order of an adult video. It had the first penis sleeves that I had ever seen. So, I ordered one. It was called The Perfect Extension, and it was advertised as being 9" long. When it arrived I measured it and found that it was actually closer to ten inches. Oh well, nothing ventured... I wasn't going to be sly about it only to have her tell me that I couldn't use it. Instead, I showed it to her and asked if she would like to try it that evening. 'Sure, if you want to, but it looks too big,' she cautioned. That night after a couple of beers, we retired to the bed and began with some foreplay. Eventually I got her naked and entered her. We fucked for a while, until I thought that I would orgasm. 'I'm going to pull out and put on that big cock, ok?' I asked. I had it in warm water next to the bed. 'You can try it but if it hurts, you'll have to stop.' 'Of course.' I had experimented with the best way to get it on quickly and had discovered that with just a small amount of lube and squeezing or flattening it out and placing my head at the opening then releasing it, it would practically suck my dick right in. So this I did as quickly and quietly as I could. She lie there, legs apart and pussy already fucked waiting to experience the largest, thickest thing that she had ever had. She turned her face away as I put on the extension. I grabbed the cock about halfway down and placed the head at her labia. She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked down at the tool that was about to enter her. The extension was about one and three quarter inches wide for the first two inches in length, then it gained about another half inch for the rest of the length. In went the first inch, then inch and a half, which was already more than a quarter inch thicker than I. She looked me in the eye, doubtful. Then we hit the fattest part. She bit her lip just a bit. Her breathing became shallow. After a few strokes, using perhaps the first four inches, she moved her hands to my hips. She would alternately pull then push. Each time a bit deeper. Her breathing full of the effects of the huge cock that was filling and spreading her pussy. Finally, after about five minutes, I felt our pubic bones meet. She had the full, nine-plus inches inside and she was grinding me like I'd never felt before. Her tongue went wild in my mouth. I found that I could pump furiously without coming because of the lack of sensation and I was glad of it! The visual pleasure exceeded the physical pleasure. Seeing that nearly ten-inch dick being buried time after time in her pussy and hearing her moans, listening to her say, 'OH Baby, fuck me with that fat DICK!!! OH FUCK! Don't stop...oh FUCK! DEEPER!!!,' well, it was the most exciting sex of my life. This went on until she had come more than I had ever seen. Finally, exhausted, she said, 'you've got to come now.' 'Let me put your legs up on my shoulders,' I commanded. 'NO! Take that thing off so I can feel you come!' she cried. Without protest, I quickly pulled out and removed the extension, dropped it back into the container and plunged back into a pussy even looser and wetter than after the Unadilla trip. I was in ecstasy, and came within ten strokes. I saw stars. I knew the meaning of life. Damn! Of course, the damage to our marriage was done and we eventually divorced. But, not before we graduated to a full 11" extension. Using this, I saw her bend over the bed, face down, taking the entire length, even putting her right leg up on the bed to be certain of getting the entire thing. That image is burned in my mind. Eventually, she cheated again. Again, her lover was (as I was to find out later) exceptionally hung. And we divorced. But I certainly found out for myself; For some women, Size Matters!!!