Stories in this series were an attempt to write about sex from a woman's perspective. I really did want to write about an older woman who becomes a willing, insatiable slut for men with big cocks. But as I began to write, she had to go through other things first. For the reader, you will find a wide variety of adventures in these stories: lesbianism, domination and submission, toy play, casual sex, incest, and yes, sex with multiple men with large dicks. So if you only want to read about one topic, then go elsewhere. Writing these has been amazing – more and more adventures for Alana Mills keep lining up and beg to be written. I plan to drive this to the end of the string if there's a response and a demand. Along the way special thanks for inspiration goes out to silkstockingslover and her works. Enjoy, and feedback is encouraged and welcome.
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My name's Alana Mills, I'm 42 and recently divorced with three grown children. After 20 years of marriage to the same man, I woke up to the fact that my husband's dick was only 4 inches so his leaving for his secretary turned out to be a blessing in disguise. When my friend Sherrie saw pictures and told me he was abnormally small, it was really good news - that meant that my inability to orgasm during intercourse wasn't my fault! Try carrying that around for 20 years and see how you like it! Once I realized that, I began to seek out big cocks. I began to discover things – like I liked all kinds of sex. My first big cock my youngest daughter's boyfriend. With her blessings and her supervision and participation!
The day after I spent hours riding Andrew's big cock, I knew I need to do some work. I was determined to learn how to fit a big cock down my throat – I wanted to amaze my Mistress and anyone whose dick was going to fuck me. I went back to the Literotica store, where I still had a 9 inch realistic dildo in my shopping cart, so I ordered it and completed the purchase.
That got me horny enough to pull out my little pocket rocket and buzz my way to a clitoral orgasm that left me warm and fuzzy. I decided to call my friend Sherrie and fill her in on what went on.
"Sherrie? It's Alana, can you talk?"
"Absolutely! I'm dying to know how it went! Tell me all about it!"
"Well, I certainly got a big cock to try last night. He's about 10", thick and hard. I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth – it wouldn't get into my throat. He didn't seem to mind, of course, since an older woman knows a lot about how to work a cock. Yes, he came in my mouth, and yes, I swallowed every drop."
"Well of course you did! What else?" she asked.
"Well, Robin set up a camera to film everything..."
"You have video? Holy shit! Weren't you nervous?"
"No, I kinda liked the idea that it was being recorded. I decided I was going to let it all hang loose. When Andrew was done and recovering, I obeyed my mistress and spent the same energy on her deliciousness; while I was doing that, Andrew got hard again and took me doggy style. Oh my fucking God! It was amazing! I thought it was something when the kids each came out – putting his big burrito cock IN was even more amazing. He was considerate – he took his time but eventually I had every inch in me. I thought it was going to come out of my throat."
"Did you love it? Isn't it the most amazing thing?" she asked.
"It certainly was amazing," I replied, "and I'm not sure I loved it but I know I need it again and again." We laughed together. "Is that why you're a size queen?"
"Who were you talking to? How did you know?" she asked.
"Your friend Tina with the big boobs at the Adult Video store let it slip," I answered.
"I might have known," she muttered. "Well, she should know – she's had to special-order some toys for me, and then help me test them. For the purposes of customer satisfaction, she says, but she winds up pretty damned satisfied as well. She's also been an occasional source for the real thing, extra large."
"Well then it's good we're on intimate terms, isn't it?" I said. "Anyway, I need your advice or your assistance or something – I think big cocks deserve more than just fitting in my mouth. I want to amaze their owners and swallow them whole. Like it's my way of paying tribute to their magnificence, if that makes any sense."
"Absolutely, I know exactly what you mean. I can help with that – I needed help when I first started out. Now I haven't met a big dick I can't swallow! You haven't lived until you've had one deep down your throat and felt it cum – the pulsing and throbbing, the hot spurts going straight into your belly, the look of ecstasy on the man's face – I get wet just thinking of it. It's like surrendering to your inner, ultimate sluttiness! There's nothing like it!"
"Damn, it's making me wet just hearing how much you like it. You have to help me!!"
"Oh, I will. What about your ass? Did you imagine it there?"
"NO! I've never done anal with anyone!"
"Well, if you are going to go for big cocks, and pay them tribute, then every hole you have is theirs. That means your ass, dear. I can help you with that as well. It could be a fun afternoon's practice. If you have your big man coming over tonight, we should get started soon."
"Well, Andrew said he was coming back" I answered.
"Andrew Sands? You started with him? I should have known – he's Robin's age, after all. He gets more pussy than anyone – certainly more than my ex got from me! That man-meat he has almost split me in two the first time I had him. And that's another reason we prepare your ass. He REALLY likes anal. He dropped almost all the girls his age because they turned him down when it came to their butts. If you want to keep him happy, prepare to give it up, and the sooner the better!"
By now I was in a chair, my pants on the floor and my fingers deep in my pussy. I was as aroused as ever, and almost forgot to reply to Sherrie. "Oh, gee, I, er, uh..."
"Alana, are you playing with yourself while I'm talking to you?" she laughed. "I've never had a phone sex call with another woman. Are you enjoying this? Are you imagining his giant cock at your pussy lips?"
I moaned and then I began to cum. I could hear her laughing in the background. "Ohhh. I can't believe how horny I've been. It's as if all you have to do is hint at sex and I'm wet and ready to go" I said. "Can I wear myself out?"
Her laughter deepened. "No, you silly bitch. But you might turn into a man, always thinking about sex and ready to fuck anything that moves. Ain't it fun?"
I grinned. "Yeah, it sure has been. Now when are you coming over and what do we need for this 'training?'"
We agreed to meet about 3 in my house. She planned to bring the "appropriate" toys and I would have lube and an enema bag. And she wanted it on video, so I had to set up a camera. With that we hung up, and I went to take a cold shower; I needed to go buy my share of the supplies.
I figured that rather than try a drug store, I'd go visit my friend Tina at the Adult Videos store. After all, she had been a big help when I first discovered what I had been missing. So I drove over, parked my car and went in. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the difference in lighting, but when I did, things seemed a bit different. At first, I thought it was simply that things had been moved – they do that in retail, right? I couldn't figure it out, but it didn't seem all that important. I spotted at least one guy over in the boobs section, his head down and a magazine open. I caught myself trying to see if he had anything of substance between his legs, but the angle was wrong. It looked like he had a nice ass, though. There was another guy in the gay magazine section who caught me checking out the butt of Mr. Boob and he winked at me! I smiled at him, and then figured I would find Tina.
Hitting the little bell up front, I expected my 5 foot tall, big chested friend Tina to come out, but I was surprised. Instead of Tina, I was treated to the sight of a large man. A very large black man – at least 6'2", about 220, with broad shoulders and amazing pecs and biceps showing through his tight t-shirt. His head was shiny bald – he must have been an athlete at some point, judging by how he was built. I resisted the urge to look at his package – at least until we had made eye contact.