Big Girls Need More Loving 124318519434

Short Story

Right off the bat I want to make it perfectly clear I don’t need any of those “tall jokes”.  Just because I am a female and slightly over 6 foot 6 inches doesn’t make me a freak of nature.  I weight a very lean 158 pounds on my long frame and my ass and boobs are actually not smallish.  It is just that they look a little small on my extra tall body.  I have to admit my feet are quite large and it is difficult to hide that fact with the revealing shoes that all females favor these days.

My mom is only 5 foot 2 inches and she told me my birth father was a very tall boy from somewhere in California.  Unfortunately, he left for a job in Australia and never returned home about the time that I was only about 3 years old.  My stepfather is only a couple of inches taller than my mom so people tend to look at them and look at me like I was some kind of alien invader trying to pass for a normal human being.

I was really fortunate to have a metabolism that converted the huge amounts of food I ate each day into pure energy.  I was a very successful long-distance runner and excelled at swimming because of my extra-long arms and legs.

I had to have my bras custom fitted because chest was out of proportion to my breast size but it was an advantage to me when I was swimming or running.  My ass was actually petite in perspective to the rest of my body and from the rear, when I had my hair cut short; it was difficult to distinguish if I was a boy or a girl.  All of that was quite manageable if it were not for the fact that my female equipment was super-sized requiring man sized jockey shorts instead of female panties.

My doctor told me that my vagina was perfectly normal except for the fact that the distance from my vaginal entrance to my cervix was almost 4 inches deeper than an average sized woman.  It would mean that in order to experience vaginal satisfaction and orgasm in that area, I would need a cock at least 12 inches long.  He also told me that cocks of that magnitude would be found in only about one percent of the male population.  It didn’t take a mental genius to figure out I would only be able to get off with only 1 out of a 100 males interested in sticking their cocks in my pussy.  The odds were definitely not in my favor.

When I was on the swim team in college, I experimented with most of the male swimmers and I could not find a single 12 inch cock in the total complement of 38 male swimmers.  I had a lot of fun and I know they did as well but it was pretty much frustrating in the long run.

I thought of advertising for extra-long cocks, but it just did not seem ladylike or very sporting to bypass the random nature of normal relationships.

Then, I hit on the ideal solution.  I would simply offer my services to the local massage parlor at reduced rates in order to cull out the inadequate cocks from my list of prospective copulation partners.  After about six months of interesting sessions, I was able to discover 9 candidates from a pool of over 450 assorted cocks of all sizes, shapes and colors.  Because I was a very attractive female despite my disconcerting height, all 9 of the males gave me the particulars of their addresses and home and work numbers.  7 of the 9 candidates were still single, but fortunately both of the married males were just as keen as the bachelors to get busy experimenting with my orgasm deprived pussy.  In order to cement our future relationships, I sucked each of the 12 inch cock males with my skilled mouth draining them of their creamy loads of cum.

All nine of the subjects were eager to pursue the project as soon as possible.

At 22 years of age, I had jerked off a couple of hundred cocks, sucked at least 75 and had even been ass-fucked by a gentleman who had mistaken me for a tall boy and shoved his cock up my rear-end in a darkened train halted by an electrical fault in one of those silly Italian tunnels.  I could have easily stopped him, but actually his cock was nice and thick and I liked the way it was stretching my tight puckered rim.  It was really quite funny with the Italian gentleman because I had to stoop down a bit for him to cram his cock up my cringing brown eye.  He was so insistent that I just did not have the meanness of spirit to let him know I was not the tall young boy he thought he was buggering in the dark.  I remember when he pulled out of my dripping bottom; he told me my skin was softer than a young girl’s.  I didn’t turn around but just whispered my thanks for his kind attention in the deepest voice I could muster.

My poor neglected pussy had been subjected to about a half dozen unsatisfying student lovers and most of the male swim team with frustrating inadequacy.

Now that I was fortified with 9 possible candidates to “bottom out” inside my cavernous pussy, I was looking forward to a summer of memorable fuck sessions every weekend.

My first partner from the massage school 12 inchers was one of the married men.  He was married to a female judge who insisted he give it to her with her judicial robes draped over her magnificent bottom.  They had no children because she had no time for them.  Peter confided in me that she always complained about the size of his cock telling him he should not push it “all the way inside”.

The very first time Peter shoved his beautiful cock inside my vagina, I had the most wonderful orgasm.  I told him not to worry about condoms because I really did want to have a baby while I was still young and nubile.  The splash of his cum up against my battered cervix was absolutely glorious.  We did it two more times that night and each time was better than the last.  I was in seventh heaven because all I could think was that I might have this wonderful experience with 8 more candidates in the next 8 weeks.

The second 12 incher was a sort of dodgy character from somewhere “up north” who was extremely proud of his impressive cock.  He had this habit of waving it about like it was a conquering army taking captured territory.  He insisted that I suck him first even though I wanted to get right down to business.  In all honesty, sucking 12 inch cocks is not very easy.  I spent most of the time gagging and having my hair pulled like I was in the middle of a cat-fight with a bunch of girls.  After a long boring spell on my knees, Roger finally pushed me down on the bed and told me to “open up”.  I was only too happy to oblige.

Besides being 12 inches long, Roger’s cock was really thick and he took great pleasure in shoving it up into my vagina giving me no pause to accommodate its unusual size.  It was uncomfortable at first, but soon I warmed up to it and enjoyed the way he slammed my ass down on the bed each time he bottomed out inside me.  I wanted to shout out things like “Make me take it!” or “Go deeper!” but I was raised to accept what the man wanted me to do for him.  My only aggressive action was to slyly slip one of my fingers into Roger’s ass.  Surprisingly, he just groaned and pushed his ass up higher for more of the same so I accommodated him with a sense of retribution for his plundering of my battered pussy.  The flood of Roger’s cum was quite nice and I reacted with a lovely orgasm.  I tried my best to keep his cum inside my vagina all night but the next morning the puddle was sitting on top of my 600 thread sheets.

The very next 12 inch cock candidate was only 19 years old and had little experience in fitting it inside his female acquaintances.  Most of them just laughed when they saw it and said things like, “you got to be kidding me!”

Terry told me that he had done it several times “doggy style” with older women who seemed to get very excited with his unusual size.  He was happy to have that sort of opportunity but he confided to me that the older women he dipped his cock into were noticeably looser and didn’t have the sort of tightness that made him feel so good and allowed him to shoot his load in a reasonable amount of time.

As soon as he felt the tightness of my pussy, Terry exclaimed,

“Hot Damm!  That is one tight pussy!”

For the next 30 minutes, there was absolutely no conversation.  Terry grunted in pleasure each time his cock touched my cervix and I could only whimper my appreciation for his spirited efforts.  After 2 rather nice orgasms, he loosed his load of creamy cum deep inside and shouted like he had just made a 3 pointer.

Terry’s cock was so thick and had stretched me so much, that I was walking bow-legged for the next two days and I saw some of the girls I worked with giving me knowing looks that said it all.  

In fact, I was only about one third of the way through my pool of 9 candidates with 12 inch cocks and I had one very worn-out pussy.  Still, I was determined to sample all of the candidates no matter how tiring it would be.

The very last 12 inch male was reached six weekends later and I had reached a point where I was kind of missing getting some ordinary 6 inch cocks even if they failed to get me off as well as the super-sized ones.  I did find that I loved wrapping my legs around the 12 inch guys because the result was always a nice orgasm as a reward.  The last 12 incher was a 40 year old balding bartender with a love of poetry.  His name was Danny and he was originally from Ireland.  Before we started to get seriously down to business, he told me that he was a little worried about the experiment because he was really more interested in boys than in girls.  I was amazed because when I sucked him off in the massage school, he had shot a wad of cum that hit the back of my throat like a high-pressure fire-hose.

He admitted that the entire time he was looking at my bottom and pretending I was a boy taking care of his cock.  It was sort of an ego buster, but Danny was an extremely attractive man and I was determined to sample the ability of his cock to make me feel good.

I talked him into a nice suck off and got on my knees looking up into his steel grey eyes.  The little curly hairs around the base of his shaft tickled my nose and I was tempted to sneeze but I restrained myself and moved my head from side to side and let his cock push into the insides of my soft cheeks.  The constant seepage of his pre-cum showed me he was enjoying it quite a bit even if I was not the desired boy of his dreams.  We did not go all the way to a cum draining finale because I still wanted his cock in my pussy.

Danny was enthusiastic about a nice ass-pounding exercise providing I wore pants and jockey shorts pulled off to the side exposing only my pulsating brown eye. I knew I looked enough like a boy from that angle because of the previous encounter on the Italian train.  Danny slid his 12 inch cock into my pucker hole with a gentle pressure that made me unaware he was buried deep inside until I felt his balls swinging hard against my covered pussy slit.  It was the first real anal orgasm that I had ever felt and I am certain it was the size of his cock that made me experience it.  He had still not shot his load so I slyly grabbed hold of his cock the next time it slipped out of my brown eye and placed it against the rear of my pussy.  He was inside and pumping without noticing my adjustment of the target.  I milked him with my vaginal muscles and soon had him shooting a very satisfactory load deep inside my vagina.  Even from behind, he was able to bang right into my cervix in a way that made me experience a series of fantastic orgasms.

I didn’t explain to Danny that he had just given it to me in the pussy in such a satisfactory manner.  I was afraid he might be turned off by my little trick to get his cock inside me like that.

The smile on Danny’s face told me that he would be back for more of the same.

I was so happy with each of my nine 12 inchers that I was loathe to cull any of them from my weekend rotations.  Perhaps it would take several iterations of the entire pack to determine which one pleased me the most.

In any event, it promised to be an interesting project.


Fiona Visits the Pyramids 124315612334

Short Story

Now that her time was really her own, and she could decide just how naughty she should be and what she really wanted to do most of all, Fiona elected to make the trip to Cairo that she had dreamed about for almost 30 years.

Some of her friends and relatives advised her that a 65 year old widow should not be traveling alone especially in a country that was reputed to have some serious problems with tourist safety issues. She was determined to have her trip to the pyramids while she was still able to enjoy it. Her recent experiences had revealed to her that she had been missing out of a lot of the hedonistic fun of expanded sexual experiences for her entire married life. Now that she felt comfortable in using her seldom exercised pussy slit and pucker hole in a new life after becoming a widow, she was ready to tackle new challenges in personal relationships no matter how low she had to sink into depravity and kinky excesses.

It was a good thing no one was watching her pack because she took a liberal supply of battery-powered dildos, condoms, and her favorite lubricant that she liked to apply to her bum before allowing it to be stretched wide open.

All of the activity she had been having recently managed to pare some unwanted weight off her hips and she no longer sported the love handles that had encased her hips for the last few decades. She was able to don the skimpiest of bikinis and still look as fit as a woman young enough to be her daughter. In fact, her best friend’s son-in-law told her the same thing just before sinking his pussy-deprived cock deep inside her waiting pussy.

Fiona wished she had more practice in the use of her mouth and tongue to excite her partners into further exploration of her vaginal depth and the limits of her stamina. She knew her new bed-mates were most appreciative of her oral efforts but the porn videos she had begun to watch on the TV showed her that she was still lacking in skills in that area. It was not because she was not trying; it was just her natural reluctance to open her mouth wide for strange men’s cocks when she had spent most of her adult life being a prim and proper dutiful spouse.

The customs processor was a young lady with a twinkle in her eye. She viewed the array of sexual stimulants and aides to kinky practices with a knowing and appreciative eye.

“I think I am a little bit jealous, dear. Is this for your hubby or do you have cheating on your mind?”

Fiona giggled and admitted it was just in hopes that she would meet some interesting playmates on the two week vacation to the land of the Pharaohs. The young girl held up the butt-plug with the little French ticklers and told her,

“This one will make a new woman of you, dearie!”

She knew that already because it had come in handy when she had her little fling with the lorry drivers at the seaside. It was an unforgettable experience and one that she hoped would occur again in the very near future.

Her seat companion on the plane was a priest of the Eastern Rite and he was only had Greek as his means of communication. She just minded her own business and used a sloppy form of sign language to be sociable. The navigator came down the aisle and nodded to her alone in recognition that the religious man was sound asleep in his seat.

“We are right on time, madam and the weather in Cairo is simply beautiful this time of year.”

Fiona was happy that she had booked her travel in the summer months and looked forward to several days of sunny weather.

“Do you have to return right away or do you get some time in Cairo, Captain?”

Captain Ramses was a younger member of the flight crew and this was actually only his second flight back to the country of his ancestors. He had graduated from a private University located in the northern region of the UK and was far removed from the cultural norms of the Middle Eastern country. His parents were very proud of their son but still were mortified in their circle of friends and relatives that he had absolutely no command of the ancestral tongue and seemed to be more interested in chasing after the western females with their heavy cosmetics and loose morals.

“I am scheduled to remain here in Cairo until the end of the week while they sort out the duty assignments for the following month. It is my turn to sit in the co-pilot seat for the next few months. I am really looking forward to that because the navigator slot is a bit tedious, I am afraid.”

Fiona looked closely at the well-spoken young man. She wished her nieces and nephews could converse in such a refined manner instead of the jargon of texting and slangy expressions. She estimated that she was at least 35 years older than he and was fearful he would consider her far too old for a good old-fashioned “roll in the hay”.

“Please call me Fiona, Captain Ramses and I will call you Ram because you look so strong and virile.”

The dark-skinned man in uniform seemed startled at her studied invitation but he smiled and pulled her hand up to his lips for a tender kiss that showed he was more than interested in giving her a nice bounce in her hotel room after dinner. She gave him the name of her hotel and number of her cell phone if he found that he had some “free time” this very evening.

The arrival at the airport was uneventful and Fiona lay in the tub relaxing in the perfumed warm water. She had a glass of delightful local wine in her hand and let her thoughts wander to the mystery of what goodies were hidden under Captain Ramses tight-fitting trousers.

Tomorrow was the first day of a three day excursion to the Pyramids and she knew the expedition would be the highlight of the entire trip. On second hand, perhaps this evening might be something special if young Captain Ramses desired to avail himself of her still vibrant body desperately seeking hard male cocks in every available opening. If he turned out to be a dud, she still had the handy dildos to keep entertained in her lonely bed.

When Ramses called, she was already dressed and ready to meet him in the downstairs dining hall. He looked resplendent in his neatly pressed linen suit that clung to his skin like a form-fitting glove. She could not help but notice the delectable bulge in his groin area that acted like a magnet to her eyes.

Fiona made certain that Ramses had a generous serving of the dinner wine and the after-dinner brandy before she invited him up to her room to sample her imported from Italy DiSarrono, the taste of love.

No sooner had the door closed behind them, than she was flat on her back under the weight of Ram pressing her into the bedspread. Her legs were still in nylons and high heels, but her knickers were flung into a far corner of the bedroom. Fiona was glad that she was fully lubricated with her own juices and that Ram entered her in a single thrust. She knew she was grunting in a very unladylike manner each time the energetic flight officer bottomed out inside her still-tight pussy. Her bare bum was slapping into the beautiful bedspread and she hoped their frantic journey to liquid bliss would not stain the expensive fabric.

She had wanted them to be naked so she could feel the sensation of his skin against her nude and trembling body. As he accelerated his pace, she started to moan with unhidden delight at her treatment.

When Ram started to shoot his load inside her, she opened up wider to get it all inside. It went on so long; she began to fear it would spill out no matter how hard she tried to keep it all up in her pussy.

They made an agreement to meet for lunch on the day she returned from the Pyramids. It would be the last day they could be together before he had to start on his new route between Athens and London. In the back of her mind, she started making a plan to check out the cost of a vacation in Greece just in case he was not tired of her after this little adventure.

Fiona wanted desperately to just go back to bed but the guides were scheduled to pick her up exactly at seven AM in the morning and she knew her money would not be refunded. She dressed sensibly, at least on the outside where everyone could see. Underneath, she wore her French thong with the little tiny plug in the back that would keep her on edge riding the exotic camels to the Valley of the Kings. Her skin tight control-top panty hose would keep her legs from getting chaffed and she inserted some soft pads to prevent blisters. Looking in the mirror, she could see the end-result was to make her bum look like an over-fed erotic dancer slightly past her prime. At least Ram appreciated her bum last night when he used her shamelessly until the early morning hours.

There were three other Pyramid-visiting tourists already waiting in the hotel lobby. The big-woman sized Dolly was an American divorcee with money to burn and the world to see. Then, there were the honeymooners from Manchester, the Weston’s, with their hand-holding romantics and satisfied faces that irritated Fiona no end. They would be taking a small bus to the jumping off place outside the city. The camels were part of the advertised “local color” that made the visit even more memorable. It seemed strange that they had eight guides for only four clients, but she was not familiar with the customs and needs of Pyramid touring.

The short ride on the camels was indeed very satisfying to Fiona. Dolly was looking at her with a knowing expression in her eyes from her position on the camel immediately in front of her. All of the guides except one were on dirty-looking jackasses that trotted around them like a wing of fighter-jets. The head guide, Mr. Omar was on the lead camel and he set a comfortable pace to the nearest wonder rising from the desert floor.

It was one of those days that saw very few tourists on the remarkable site. The recent spate of troubles had managed to keep down the numbers of touring groups and even the hangers-on who tried to sell almost anything to the foreigners were doing something else instead of wasting their time in the hot desert.

The various rooms and exhibits were most interesting to Fiona and she didn’t even realize that it was already time for a mid-day snack. She noticed that the head guide was talking to two men dressed in the Bedouin robes of the nomadic desert folk. When she sat down, one of the guides who had been watching her padded bottom with great interest, removed her sandals and started to massage her feet. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to desist, but the manipulation was so relaxing that she just put her feet up for more of the same.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Dolly was being treated to a foot rub as well and that another guide had taken up position behind her to work her tense shoulders at the same time. Her overflowing breasts threatened to spill out of her peasant top from the welcome vibrations.

The young couple seemed totally smitten with each other, but she noticed that a couple of the guides had cleverly managed to insinuate their fingers into the two undefended rear-ends and grope them with serious intent. She assumed the two love-birds probably thought their partner was spurring them on to a mid-day copulation break.

After a short period, she felt the presence of one of the Bedouins above her and saw that he had released his member right in front of her face. Not wanting to be a spoilsport, she gobbled it up and opened her knees for the explorations of her foot massage guide up into her French thong protected garden. She heard the strident moans from the corpulent Dolly being mounted by the other Bedouin who spared no restraint in applying his short riding crop on her wide bottom.

The honeymooning Weston’s were both entwined in furious concert almost oblivious to the two guides using the couple’s rear portals for relief of their frantically humping cocks.

Fiona was certain none of the kinky festivities was on the agenda of the touring agency, but she could see how it would attract tourists to the hot desert in the middle of the summer heat.

She was fairly well engrossed in receiving the creamy load into her mouth but still managed to hear the head guide promising his workers they would all “get a turn on the female honeymooner” before quitting time.

Since we only had the one large tent for our sleeping arrangement, I accepted the fact that the three females, myself included, would be entertaining eleven men in the nighttime hours and I began to wonder at the extent of the depravity these dark-skinned fellows would be visiting on their fair-skinned employers.


Bojana's Blowjob 123116627014

Short Story

Harry bent  low touching his lips to her waiting mouth.  He gently feathered the satin surfaces of her face with ultra light strokes of his tongue.

It was the taste of sweet surrender!

Harry took his time.  Time was of little consequence.  Like the words of the song….“Time is all we got.”

With a tender touch, he placed the length of his mouth alongside hers.  Their upper and lower lips blended into one.  The edges and corners matched perfectly.

She opened her lips in expectation.

Harry’s tongue darted inside her wet mouth in an augenblick. So swift to the bulls-eye.

Harry explored every corner of  her mouth with his greedy tongue.  Ribbons of saliva ran down her chin and splashed naughtily on her aroused nipples.  He could hear hear her little whimpers of passion. 

They were music to his ears.

Her mouth, her lips, her tong