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Like many guys who have posted here I was dealing with an often-hard pecker by age 2, and stroking it constantly, much to my mother’s concern. Maybe a unique part of my youth was that by age 4 neighboring farm boys and I were comparing our cock sizes, and were especially excited watching stallions mounting mares and bulls mounting heifers. I do think I was fortunate in that nothing was hidden from us k**s, and we all got watch in excited awe as bulls got immense erections from licking heifers’ cunts, and then mounting them repeatedly, burying all that huge “carrot” in them every time.
An added benefit to all of this is that the farm we lived on was on a lake with many cabins that, in the summer, were rented to families from the “city.” Those families included lots of what we called “camper girls” about the age of two of us boys – at that time about 7. We were of course intensely interested in seeing and playing with what those girls had to offer. One thing we quickly learned was that the “camper girls” got just as excited watching a heifer get bred as we did. That gave us the opening we needed and soon we had groups of up to four of those girls naked in the woods, in the haymows, and even on isolated beaches. We got to examine and lick their lovely hairless cunts, and they got to see our erect cocks, touch them, and watch us stroke them. Stroke them to little avail by the way, as neither of us boys could cum yet.
Our games progressed to desperately trying to fuck those girls. First playing “bull and heifer,” a game in which they knelt on all fours and we mounted from behind trying to find our way into their cunts. Then with them laying back, opening their legs and holding their hairless cunts open as we tried and tried to fuck them. As hard as we were (for as long as we wanted), and as cooperative as those “camper girls” were, we never got any deeper than getting our cock heads inside their vestibules. But such fun we had.
I particularly remember a “camper girl” named Leslie – 8 years old, blonde, svelte, and with a sex drive that was amazing. I found her one-day alone in a haymow, her panties off as she explored sliding straws of hay into her tight little vagina. As she let me watch I was instantly erect and begging her to let me try and fuck her, which she agreed to. But, try as I might I could not get past the entrance to her cunt. However, some older “camper boys” aged 11 to 13 found us, and soon there was a circle of hard and more mature cocks being stroked around us. For some reason Leslie demurred at being watched, put on her panties, and left. And, like most boys, we soon had put our cocks away and contented ourselves with sliding down the hay piles.
I later learned Leslie seduced many of the other “camper girls” into examining of each others’ pussies, and her straw games, but I sadly lost track of her before I learned enough to really give her what she might have wanted, i.e., a hard cock to replace those straws.
My parents always encouraged me to read and read and read, and exerted minimal control on what I read. At about age 11 or 12 older farm boys who had gone off the war began bringing home small pornographic books. I remember two vividly – “The Cheyenne Husband” and “She Gave Her All.” The former was about a woman too ill to fuck her husband, and instead watched him fuck other women as she described in luscious detail their bodies, cock, cunts and the act itself. The second was about an older farm boy who would take his high school aged girl friend on a tour of the farm, allowing her to watch all the a****ls fuck, and doing the same to her as they watched. Soon dog-eared copies of both books were circulating in school. I remember a Saturday afternoon when I had my turn with “She Gave Her All.” I was sitting by a window with my hard cock out as I rubbed two fingers along the side of the phrenum (that groove in our cock heads). Suddenly an absolutely wonderful sensation pulsed through my cock and then my whole body. In seconds my cock began to spasm delightfully, and on the 3rd spasms I shot jets of 12 year old cum out at least three feet. First I thought God was killing me for stroking my cock, but within seconds I knew I was still alive and started wondering how I could do that again. … and again …and again. I learned that immediately after the spasms I was devastated, and got soft fast. But, at that age I was up and ready again within 15 minutes. I went into a jack off marathon that has lasted until now. A major difference between then and now is/was that for years I jacked off at least twice a day, and sometimes as often as four. Now way less. It did not take me long to show the “camper girls” what I had discovered. They loved watching, but were always amazed at how rapidly after I “shot” that I was softer for at least 15 minutes. We discovered other things as well. We discovered their clits. We discovered how hard they got when we played with them. We discovered that they were beginning to lubricate, getting all slick and wet as I stroked and licked them. We noticed that even before I came great flows of slick precum poured from my cock. And they began to really love having my cock head nestled in their entrances. I still could not get in, but I remember so well how those girls had been sexually conditioned by watching stallions and bulls mount. “Do it hard like the bull does. Do it hard.” I would ram my cockhead against their cunt entrances as my precum and their cunt juices soaked us lusciously, but to no penetration. I would always cum. Sometimes pouring cum into their slits – sometimes as I mounted them from behind, my cock sliding over their cunt lips and bellies as they looked under and back at it until I squirted – and sometimes they jacked me off.
Somehow at about age 14 all those girls got educated to not let me do that anymore. We never got “caught,” but, clearly as they became fertile they somehow knew the consequences of “fucking” even as we did it – especially fucking with a guy who poured out huge amounts of cum on 15 to 20 minute intervals – and my pleas that they play with me diminished to no action at all.
But other things happened. Not really noticed by me, by age 13 my balls had descended a lot, getting full and hanging, and my cock had thickened and gotten pendant. Although I was not really that aware of those happenings, other boys were. I assumed I matured faster or something, but other guys always wanted to see my cock and balls, and I got involved in any number of circle jerks. They named me “Horse Eyes,” saying my balls were as big as a horse’s eyes, and “One Hung Low” due to my then thick, pendant cock. At the time, and for years and years after that I never saw my cock, or balls for that matter, as particularly big. That could be in part because one farm boy friend had a cock as least as long and thick as mine. However, other boys loved it, loved seeing it hard, loved watching me jack it, and several loved jacking it for me. At that age and time I had no idea what queer, gay, bi, etc. meant, even though a boyish insult was to call each other “queer.” So having friends who wanted to see and play with my cock was just normal to me. Not normal enough to tell my parents about it – but normal. It was years later that I realized one boy who loved to jack me off really was gay.
I remember one instance vividly. We all swam at a beach where the property owners had set aside a bathhouse. That bathhouse had a big changing room for women, and a smaller one for men. We boys had fashioned some great “peep holes” from our dressing room to the women’s. Once a mature (over 30) woman accompanied a group of us to the beach. I was naked and peering at her through a peephole. She got naked and I can still see her now. Strong legs, a blonde bush, and heavy swaying breasts with big erect nipples. In an instant I was totally erect. So erect that my foreskin was pulled back off my cock head and my swollen balls tightened against the base of my cock as if ready to supply cum at a moments notice. I stroked that cock as I watched, carefully spreading the precum flowing from it over the head and down the shaft. I stepped back to get a breath and saw none of the other boys were looking through the peepholes. Instead they were watching me as they jacked their own cocks. The one boy – the one who loved to jack it for me – was beside himself. He exclaimed about its thickness, the ridges on the shaft, the veins, how hard it was. It ended with us all, even me, watching that cock as I stroked it and pumped out a huge load of cum onto the floor. I remember walking home after and realizing my cock head was still too swollen for the foreskin to slide back over it, and feeling it rubbing naked against my shorts.
High school and college was a quiet time for me sexually, beyond constant masturbation. I somehow learned “gay” was off limits, and although I dated a lot, sex was something that seldom went beyond necking, if that. Finally, between my junior and senior years in college I really lost my virginity. I mean I really did get my cock into a woman’s vagina. I remember every bit about it. Necking at a beach party, getting my hand into her pants and slit, finding her clitoris, getting her off, her taking my cock out of my pants and stroking it, adjourning to a nearby hayfield, her stripping and laying back in the hay with her legs wide open, mounting her, and oh the bliss, the indescribable bliss of feeling my cock sliding into her wet, dilated vagina. I remember her gasp as she took me, her pleas of, “Go slow, go slow,” of feeling my now tight balls bumped against her perfect ass cheeks and her saying “Ok!! Now jazz it!! Jazz it in and out fast.” Oh man, oh man did I jazz it. Long humping strokes that lasted no more than a couple of minutes before my cock seemed to swell to twice its erect size and start to spasm. By the third spasm I was injecting volumes of cum into her, and once those spasms stopped I did not know what to do. I knelt over her with my cock still buried in her cunt staring at her face. She smiled and said, “Just pull out slowly. Real slowly.” I did that and knelt up my cock still turgid – not hard turgid – and dripping cum. Slowly she got up, stood in front of me and said, “Wow!! Look at that. You sure do have big loads.” The cum dripped from her cunt and down her thighs. We used a towel to wipe those thighs and that cunt off, and to clean as much as we could of her and my juices off my cock. We walked to her dorm in silence, and as she kissed me good night she said, “You may want to wash your cock off. Otherwise it will smell of my pussy.”
We spent the rest of that summer fucking at every opportunity we could find. And within a year we were married. In fact married for decades. In that marriage she taught me how to take care of a woman sexually – showing me exactly what excited her – what made her cum. I taught her the joys of oral sex, transferring the knowledge learned in licking those lovely “camper girl” cunts years before. Interestingly she never once indicated my cock was big, except for once asking me not to wear tight jeans where it extended down the leg. Others did notice. Especially males. Especially males I did sports with. Or worked with as a lifeguard.
By that time I began to realize everyone’s cock and balls had matured, and that early maturity was not what they were noticing in mine. Male locker room friends gleefully told women we worked with about my cock, and I began to learn some subtle things about women. How right this is I don’t know, but, my observation is that most (not all) young single women will neither admit to caring about cock size, or share information with friends about same. That is NOT true of older women, especially married and/or divorced women. Many of the latter not only seek out big cocks, but they tell their friends about it once they find one. Tell them in detail. Tell about its size, how they took it – everything!!! Then an interesting thing can happen. A large group of women can all want to compete at seeing if they can take that same cock. Now, there really is not a lot of competition – they just think there is. Fully erect my cock is about 8 1/4” long (along the top from cock head to pubes – no cheating) and about 6 1/2” around in mid shaft, or 2 1/4” thick. Almost any excited and dilated woman can take all of that, and once a male finds out what does get them excited and dilated they do take all of it. Yes, some get sore if they get it for too long and deep. Only a very few have not been able to take it. Some of those were older and had not been fucked by a cock of any size for some time. In those cases it is so very important to watch their faces and eyes when entering them. Any discomfort and/or pain are reflected there. It helps to go slow, give them time to adjust, and accept that it may be days before they take it all. Only one mature (over 30) woman did not take it. I would get about one third of the way in and get stuck. However, even that set her on fire and she would cum on that third. Then, before I came, she would ask how much of it she had taken. I would show her and she would say she was sure she had it all, and then jack me off as she watched me cum. Even the few virgins I have had also took all of it from the get go. Not a big deal if the male takes his time and makes sure they are ready before entering them. In these days of tampons and dildos males need contend with few hymens, and most virgins will take any size loving cock with pleasure, if the male is caring and knows what he is doing,
One woman was exceptional in how she dealt with my cock. I had licked and stroked her to being plenty wet and open. Then she laid with her butt at the edge of the bed and lifted and opened her legs to give me access. I got in about one third of the way and then reached under her back, lifted her and stood so she could see us in the mirror. She looked and gasped. “My God, your only half way in.” She had me lay her back on the bed, get her legs over my shoulders and move so her knees were by her ears, and fuck her. She took it all, so my balls were grazing her anus. “Now fuck me.” I did that, giving her short hard deep thrusts as she moaned and asked for more. Then she came, yelling like a banshee as she did. Once she had quieted down I started to withdraw. She wrapped her lower legs around my back, grabbed my shoulders, and said, “No!! Fuck me more!” I did that, maintaining those short, deep, hard thrusts through three more of her cums. I was so deep into her cervix that my foreskin was pulled way off the head exposing all those luscious nerves below it. By her fourth cum I had been skimming for several minutes. All it took was her saying, “OK, give me your cum,” and my cock spasms started pumping a huge load deep into her. My relationship with her has existed ever since, the sexual part only waning when she has been in deep committed marriages – not all marriages, just committed ones. She has always taken every inch of me – her favorite positions being (1) on her back with her knees by her ears, and (2) with her kneeling and me holding her butt and ramming her deep from behind. Amazingly she always came on my cock, but I could never get her off with tongue or fingers - kind of a reversal of the norm.
It was her who taught me about how mature, and especially married and divorced women communicate. The first hint was after our first fuck, when she said, “I knew you were big, but not that big.” A sure sign that she had heard something about my cock from others. In fact, it was not long before I knew all the women in my, hers, and my wife’s community knew about my cock size, as well the cock sizes of most of the husbands. Trust me, most women will never admit that, but some network is out there so that they all know. And a lot of them want to try the ones purported to be big. One married lady worked hard to seduce me. (It’s not really that hard.) Finally, one night way, way “out of town” I fucked her. She worked hard to take me, and when I got set deep in her she said, “I knew I could take it,” Within weeks after we got home it was also clear she told everyone that she had done that.
Sometimes I even got referrals. Once a lady called me at work and gave me a phone number to call. All she said was, “Her name is **** and I told her you have a big cock.” Well, you know I called. **** and I went to lunch and as we got up to leave she asked, “Do you know why I wanted you to call me. “ I decided to be frank and aid, “Because you want some sex.” She agreed and we went to her house. By the time we were in her kitchen she had my cock out, and stroked it as we kissed. In minutes she had all of me deep in her cunt, and she had all of me many times thereafter, bragging to many of her friends that she had taken it all. I never told her that taking it all is not unique. Why destroy a myth?
Maybe another time I will tell you about my wonderful experiences with couples and in groups.
Like many guys who have posted here I was dealing with an often-hard pecker by age 2, and stroking it constantly, much to my mother’s concern. Maybe a unique part of my youth was that by age 4 neighboring farm boys and I were comparing our cock sizes, and were especially excited watching stallions mounting mares and bulls mounting heifers. I do think I was fortunate in that nothing was hidden from us k**s, and we all got watch in excited awe as bulls got immense erections from licking heifers’ cunts, and then mounting them repeatedly, burying all that huge “carrot” in them every time.
An added benefit to all of this is that the farm we lived on was on a lake with many cabins that, in the summer, were rented to families from the “city.” Those families included lots of what we called “camper girls” about the age of two of us boys – at that time about 7. We were of course intensely interested in seeing and playing with what those girls had to offer. One thing we quickly learned was that the “camper girls” got just as excited watching a heifer get bred as we did. That gave us the opening we needed and soon we had groups of up to four of those girls naked in the woods, in the haymows, and even on isolated beaches. We got to examine and lick their lovely hairless cunts, and they got to see our erect cocks, touch them, and watch us stroke them. Stroke them to little avail by the way, as neither of us boys could cum yet.
Our games progressed to desperately trying to fuck those girls. First playing “bull and heifer,” a game in which they knelt on all fours and we mounted from behind trying to find our way into their cunts. Then with them laying back, opening their legs and holding their hairless cunts open as we tried and tried to fuck them. As hard as we were (for as long as we wanted), and as cooperative as those “camper girls” were, we never got any deeper than getting our cock heads inside their vestibules. But such fun we had.
I particularly remember a “camper girl” named Leslie – 8 years old, blonde, svelte, and with a sex drive that was amazing. I found her one-day alone in a haymow, her panties off as she explored sliding straws of hay into her tight little vagina. As she let me watch I was instantly erect and begging her to let me try and fuck her, which she agreed to. But, try as I might I could not get past the entrance to her cunt. However, some older “camper boys” aged 11 to 13 found us, and soon there was a circle of hard and more mature cocks being stroked around us. For some reason Leslie demurred at being watched, put on her panties, and left. And, like most boys, we soon had put our cocks away and contented ourselves with sliding down the hay piles.
I later learned Leslie seduced many of the other “camper girls” into examining of each others’ pussies, and her straw games, but I sadly lost track of her before I learned enough to really give her what she might have wanted, i.e., a hard cock to replace those straws.
My parents always encouraged me to read and read and read, and exerted minimal control on what I read. At about age 11 or 12 older farm boys who had gone off the war began bringing home small pornographic books. I remember two vividly – “The Cheyenne Husband” and “She Gave Her All.” The former was about a woman too ill to fuck her husband, and instead watched him fuck other women as she described in luscious detail their bodies, cock, cunts and the act itself. The second was about an older farm boy who would take his high school aged girl friend on a tour of the farm, allowing her to watch all the a****ls fuck, and doing the same to her as they watched. Soon dog-eared copies of both books were circulating in school. I remember a Saturday afternoon when I had my turn with “She Gave Her All.” I was sitting by a window with my hard cock out as I rubbed two fingers along the side of the phrenum (that groove in our cock heads). Suddenly an absolutely wonderful sensation pulsed through my cock and then my whole body. In seconds my cock began to spasm delightfully, and on the 3rd spasms I shot jets of 12 year old cum out at least three feet. First I thought God was killing me for stroking my cock, but within seconds I knew I was still alive and started wondering how I could do that again. … and again …and again. I learned that immediately after the spasms I was devastated, and got soft fast. But, at that age I was up and ready again within 15 minutes. I went into a jack off marathon that has lasted until now. A major difference between then and now is/was that for years I jacked off at least twice a day, and sometimes as often as four. Now way less. It did not take me long to show the “camper girls” what I had discovered. They loved watching, but were always amazed at how rapidly after I “shot” that I was softer for at least 15 minutes. We discovered other things as well. We discovered their clits. We discovered how hard they got when we played with them. We discovered that they were beginning to lubricate, getting all slick and wet as I stroked and licked them. We noticed that even before I came great flows of slick precum poured from my cock. And they began to really love having my cock head nestled in their entrances. I still could not get in, but I remember so well how those girls had been sexually conditioned by watching stallions and bulls mount. “Do it hard like the bull does. Do it hard.” I would ram my cockhead against their cunt entrances as my precum and their cunt juices soaked us lusciously, but to no penetration. I would always cum. Sometimes pouring cum into their slits – sometimes as I mounted them from behind, my cock sliding over their cunt lips and bellies as they looked under and back at it until I squirted – and sometimes they jacked me off.
Somehow at about age 14 all those girls got educated to not let me do that anymore. We never got “caught,” but, clearly as they became fertile they somehow knew the consequences of “fucking” even as we did it – especially fucking with a guy who poured out huge amounts of cum on 15 to 20 minute intervals – and my pleas that they play with me diminished to no action at all.
But other things happened. Not really noticed by me, by age 13 my balls had descended a lot, getting full and hanging, and my cock had thickened and gotten pendant. Although I was not really that aware of those happenings, other boys were. I assumed I matured faster or something, but other guys always wanted to see my cock and balls, and I got involved in any number of circle jerks. They named me “Horse Eyes,” saying my balls were as big as a horse’s eyes, and “One Hung Low” due to my then thick, pendant cock. At the time, and for years and years after that I never saw my cock, or balls for that matter, as particularly big. That could be in part because one farm boy friend had a cock as least as long and thick as mine. However, other boys loved it, loved seeing it hard, loved watching me jack it, and several loved jacking it for me. At that age and time I had no idea what queer, gay, bi, etc. meant, even though a boyish insult was to call each other “queer.” So having friends who wanted to see and play with my cock was just normal to me. Not normal enough to tell my parents about it – but normal. It was years later that I realized one boy who loved to jack me off really was gay.
I remember one instance vividly. We all swam at a beach where the property owners had set aside a bathhouse. That bathhouse had a big changing room for women, and a smaller one for men. We boys had fashioned some great “peep holes” from our dressing room to the women’s. Once a mature (over 30) woman accompanied a group of us to the beach. I was naked and peering at her through a peephole. She got naked and I can still see her now. Strong legs, a blonde bush, and heavy swaying breasts with big erect nipples. In an instant I was totally erect. So erect that my foreskin was pulled back off my cock head and my swollen balls tightened against the base of my cock as if ready to supply cum at a moments notice. I stroked that cock as I watched, carefully spreading the precum flowing from it over the head and down the shaft. I stepped back to get a breath and saw none of the other boys were looking through the peepholes. Instead they were watching me as they jacked their own cocks. The one boy – the one who loved to jack it for me – was beside himself. He exclaimed about its thickness, the ridges on the shaft, the veins, how hard it was. It ended with us all, even me, watching that cock as I stroked it and pumped out a huge load of cum onto the floor. I remember walking home after and realizing my cock head was still too swollen for the foreskin to slide back over it, and feeling it rubbing naked against my shorts.
High school and college was a quiet time for me sexually, beyond constant masturbation. I somehow learned “gay” was off limits, and although I dated a lot, sex was something that seldom went beyond necking, if that. Finally, between my junior and senior years in college I really lost my virginity. I mean I really did get my cock into a woman’s vagina. I remember every bit about it. Necking at a beach party, getting my hand into her pants and slit, finding her clitoris, getting her off, her taking my cock out of my pants and stroking it, adjourning to a nearby hayfield, her stripping and laying back in the hay with her legs wide open, mounting her, and oh the bliss, the indescribable bliss of feeling my cock sliding into her wet, dilated vagina. I remember her gasp as she took me, her pleas of, “Go slow, go slow,” of feeling my now tight balls bumped against her perfect ass cheeks and her saying “Ok!! Now jazz it!! Jazz it in and out fast.” Oh man, oh man did I jazz it. Long humping strokes that lasted no more than a couple of minutes before my cock seemed to swell to twice its erect size and start to spasm. By the third spasm I was injecting volumes of cum into her, and once those spasms stopped I did not know what to do. I knelt over her with my cock still buried in her cunt staring at her face. She smiled and said, “Just pull out slowly. Real slowly.” I did that and knelt up my cock still turgid – not hard turgid – and dripping cum. Slowly she got up, stood in front of me and said, “Wow!! Look at that. You sure do have big loads.” The cum dripped from her cunt and down her thighs. We used a towel to wipe those thighs and that cunt off, and to clean as much as we could of her and my juices off my cock. We walked to her dorm in silence, and as she kissed me good night she said, “You may want to wash your cock off. Otherwise it will smell of my pussy.”
We spent the rest of that summer fucking at every opportunity we could find. And within a year we were married. In fact married for decades. In that marriage she taught me how to take care of a woman sexually – showing me exactly what excited her – what made her cum. I taught her the joys of oral sex, transferring the knowledge learned in licking those lovely “camper girl” cunts years before. Interestingly she never once indicated my cock was big, except for once asking me not to wear tight jeans where it extended down the leg. Others did notice. Especially males. Especially males I did sports with. Or worked with as a lifeguard.
By that time I began to realize everyone’s cock and balls had matured, and that early maturity was not what they were noticing in mine. Male locker room friends gleefully told women we worked with about my cock, and I began to learn some subtle things about women. How right this is I don’t know, but, my observation is that most (not all) young single women will neither admit to caring about cock size, or share information with friends about same. That is NOT true of older women, especially married and/or divorced women. Many of the latter not only seek out big cocks, but they tell their friends about it once they find one. Tell them in detail. Tell about its size, how they took it – everything!!! Then an interesting thing can happen. A large group of women can all want to compete at seeing if they can take that same cock. Now, there really is not a lot of competition – they just think there is. Fully erect my cock is about 8 1/4” long (along the top from cock head to pubes – no cheating) and about 6 1/2” around in mid shaft, or 2 1/4” thick. Almost any excited and dilated woman can take all of that, and once a male finds out what does get them excited and dilated they do take all of it. Yes, some get sore if they get it for too long and deep. Only a very few have not been able to take it. Some of those were older and had not been fucked by a cock of any size for some time. In those cases it is so very important to watch their faces and eyes when entering them. Any discomfort and/or pain are reflected there. It helps to go slow, give them time to adjust, and accept that it may be days before they take it all. Only one mature (over 30) woman did not take it. I would get about one third of the way in and get stuck. However, even that set her on fire and she would cum on that third. Then, before I came, she would ask how much of it she had taken. I would show her and she would say she was sure she had it all, and then jack me off as she watched me cum. Even the few virgins I have had also took all of it from the get go. Not a big deal if the male takes his time and makes sure they are ready before entering them. In these days of tampons and dildos males need contend with few hymens, and most virgins will take any size loving cock with pleasure, if the male is caring and knows what he is doing,
One woman was exceptional in how she dealt with my cock. I had licked and stroked her to being plenty wet and open. Then she laid with her butt at the edge of the bed and lifted and opened her legs to give me access. I got in about one third of the way and then reached under her back, lifted her and stood so she could see us in the mirror. She looked and gasped. “My God, your only half way in.” She had me lay her back on the bed, get her legs over my shoulders and move so her knees were by her ears, and fuck her. She took it all, so my balls were grazing her anus. “Now fuck me.” I did that, giving her short hard deep thrusts as she moaned and asked for more. Then she came, yelling like a banshee as she did. Once she had quieted down I started to withdraw. She wrapped her lower legs around my back, grabbed my shoulders, and said, “No!! Fuck me more!” I did that, maintaining those short, deep, hard thrusts through three more of her cums. I was so deep into her cervix that my foreskin was pulled way off the head exposing all those luscious nerves below it. By her fourth cum I had been skimming for several minutes. All it took was her saying, “OK, give me your cum,” and my cock spasms started pumping a huge load deep into her. My relationship with her has existed ever since, the sexual part only waning when she has been in deep committed marriages – not all marriages, just committed ones. She has always taken every inch of me – her favorite positions being (1) on her back with her knees by her ears, and (2) with her kneeling and me holding her butt and ramming her deep from behind. Amazingly she always came on my cock, but I could never get her off with tongue or fingers - kind of a reversal of the norm.
It was her who taught me about how mature, and especially married and divorced women communicate. The first hint was after our first fuck, when she said, “I knew you were big, but not that big.” A sure sign that she had heard something about my cock from others. In fact, it was not long before I knew all the women in my, hers, and my wife’s community knew about my cock size, as well the cock sizes of most of the husbands. Trust me, most women will never admit that, but some network is out there so that they all know. And a lot of them want to try the ones purported to be big. One married lady worked hard to seduce me. (It’s not really that hard.) Finally, one night way, way “out of town” I fucked her. She worked hard to take me, and when I got set deep in her she said, “I knew I could take it,” Within weeks after we got home it was also clear she told everyone that she had done that.
Sometimes I even got referrals. Once a lady called me at work and gave me a phone number to call. All she said was, “Her name is **** and I told her you have a big cock.” Well, you know I called. **** and I went to lunch and as we got up to leave she asked, “Do you know why I wanted you to call me. “ I decided to be frank and aid, “Because you want some sex.” She agreed and we went to her house. By the time we were in her kitchen she had my cock out, and stroked it as we kissed. In minutes she had all of me deep in her cunt, and she had all of me many times thereafter, bragging to many of her friends that she had taken it all. I never told her that taking it all is not unique. Why destroy a myth?
Maybe another time I will tell you about my wonderful experiences with couples and in groups.
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