Sizing Matters

Robyn sat opposite her date in a packed and loud pub, thinking of all the ways she could get back at her flatmate for setting her up like this.

"So, how is it you know Claire again?" She asked.

"She was at the sports mixer the other week." He said.

Of course she was, Robyn thought, this information explaining exactly why Claire had picked this particular gentleman as a potential suiter for her. Claire was undeniably a loveable girl, but she struck an imposing frame, which precluded her to imposing pursuits. Pursuits like contact sports. Robyn had heard her mentioning the calibre of men that participated in their local mixed gender rugby meet and greets. Large, burly men, with large and burly personalities. That was exactly what sat in front of her from across the table.

"So, do you play together at these events then?" Robyn asked, glad to find a thread of conversation that could alleviate a growing awkward silence.

"Oh no. The club has men's and women's games. We do have a quick friendly at the end of the mixer, but that's only touch. No full contact, though I'm sure Claire would if they let us, knowing her! Can't imagine what it's like living with her."

Indeed, what was it like, Robyn thought to herself. She and Claire had lived together for the last year or so, and Robyn had only just come to understand her large and in charge personality. She was loud, at all times of the day, but particularly at night when she brought some stranger home to do a bit of contact sport all over her bedroom. The sound would frequently bleed through the walls, and cause Robyn no end of frustration. Not only because it disturbed her sleep, but because it sparked a jealousy in her that she desperately tried to deny. Claire also had a habit of playing practical jokes on Robyn in the flat. Though her heart was in the right place, Robyn had come to resent always being on her toes, weary even of turning wireless speaker on in the kitchen, fearful that Claire would have it set to blasting a shameless whore's moans from a bit of particularly raunchy pornography playing on her phone for exactly that moment. Of course, Robyn assumed this entire evening was another one of Claire's pranks.

Keen to avoid spending the evening talking about someone else, she steered the conversation to something else, which unfortunately for her ended up being the rugby, and Robyn's relative ignorance of the sport. The man, who Robyn learned was named Arthur, was happy to oblige.

"So, are there positions then? Do you go in the, pile?" She asked.

"Scrum. And yes, I'm a hooker."

Robyn laughed.

"Oh stop, that's not what it's called, is it?"

"It is. I'm centre of the scrum. Use my legs to grab the ball. I hook, every Wednesday night." Arthur said, smiling. "I'm also a gigolo on Fridays, but that's unrelated."

That made her smile. Still, even in a million years, which was closer to the length of her dry spell than she would admit, this wasn't someone she would go for. He seemed nice enough, if a little brash, already gulping down his drink. And yes, his brashness led him to having the kind of uninhibited sense of humour that she enjoyed, but it still wasn't enough for her to get over his most enormous of flaws. As his interests implied, Arthur had the physique of a rugby player. Not just tall, but incredibly broad and somewhat hairy. He carried some extra fat that softened his appearance, but it was easy to see how it poorly hid a strong and muscular upper body and thighs. Though Robyn could see the appeal in the abstract, it wasn't a look that did much for her. She was petite and lithe, with a thin profile, complimented by modest curves. She preferred her men to be similar. Lithe, lean.

A gymnast, not a bear. Despite that, here she was, still in her seat, and still humouring him.

"You want me to get you another?" She said sarcastically, eyeing his empty pint glass.

He had a slight look of embarrassment, as if he had forgotten himself and that he was in the company of a petite little thing and not his mates. It quickly changed once he noticed the playfulness of her tone.

"I'll get it, what are you having? Finish that and I can take up your glass." He replied, standing up and out of his chair as he finished speaking.

Robyn had still a good deal of her half pint left as Arthur motioned for her to finish up so he could take it with him to the bar. Not wanting to come across as if she was a princess made of sugar paper, she quickly downed what was left and passed the glass up to him, Arthur taking it in his large hands. In truth alcohol quickly went through her. She was already starting to loosen up, and this recent addition into her body would only serve to speed her along the process that would leave her in a state of mind that makes questionable decisions.

Arthur returned to their table, firmly grasping two full pints of beer, water rapidly condensing off the glass and onto his chunky fingers.

"I got you the same as before, just a full one, so you know I'm not a cheapskate." He said with a smile.

"How sweet, glad to know you'll go that extra sixty pence for me."

"Exactly. Only the luxury." He said jovially, sliding it across the table towards her.

They clinked glasses and their night continued. He drank faster than her, though despite the increase in volume it never looked like he became any more inebriated as he put away pint after pint of his rather aromatic ale of choice. Robyn, on the other hand, was struggling to keep pace with the man, who was likely double her weight and half her height taller. The conversation had become more flowing, and Robyn felt her hangups about the man's physicality starting to melt away. She had a buzz that made her feel good, and began to see the appeal of someone of such mass. This all did come at a cost, namely her Robyn's sensibility. She went to bring a freshly planted drink to her mouth and hesitated, before placing it back down on the table.

"Had enough? If it's too much, I can take it back. I'm sure the barman won't mind." He said.

Robyn giggled. "Guess we are a cheapskate then."

"No, just not wasteful. Seems like it's too much for you to handle."

"Oh is that so?" Robyn replied, flushing at his teasing. "Let me tell you how much I can handle... By which I mean I can handle myself just fine thank you." She continued, stumbling.

She took the glass and began drinking. Though she knew she was playing into the man's hands, at this point she wanted to prove to herself more than anything else that should keep up with this oaf. She relaxed her throat and let the fluid run down it without resistance. Arthur looked impressed, though not for the reasons Robyn was hoping. She got up, mumbling something about shots, before promptly catching her foot on the leg of the table and tripped forward. Arthur, not missing a beat, moved to catch her as if she was some unruly rugby ball, ready to bounce off in any direction. His large hands easily wrapped themselves around her slender arms to stop her fall. She felt how his hands cradled her. Warm, firm. She felt a rush run through her. A heat that ran from between her legs up to her neck. She enjoyed the feeling of being held by him.

"Oh." She stammered out. "Well, maybe we leave the shots and I'll show you something else I can 'handle'".

The two walked the short distance from the pub to Robyn and Claire's flat. He had an arm around her as they walked, his palm cradling the top of her shoulder as if it were a tennis ball. The temperature had dropped, and Robyn had begun to shiver in her floral playsuit, so she appreciated him being close and sharing his warmth. The nipples atop her perky breasts had become hard, shamelessly pushing up against the fabric of the playsuit as she had no need to wear a bra. That said, the general state of arousal being held by the man next to her would have made them perk up all the same. She put his arm around him, though it scarcely reached around his broad midsection. As they came into the flat, up dark stairs, she felt the initial buzz of alcohol wear off and mellow into a general sense of fun loving and enjoyment. She was giggling as they entered her room. A part of her thought to be quiet in order not to wake Claire, but that part was quickly snuffed out by a slightly petty impulse. Let her hear, Robyn thought. She set this up, she can deal with it. What should she expect, anyway?

She felt a broad hand trace her thigh as she walked towards the bed, slipping under the short bottoms of her playsuit and taking a firm grip of her supple behind. She turned around to face Arthur, finding his angular, stubbled face lit by the glow of the streetlights pouring in from the open window. She pulled on his shirt to bring him down and close to her. He complied, reaching down to her level and bringing his mouth to hers. His tongue slid into her mouth as his hands travelled across her slim body. She gasped as his hands raced across her, looking for fastenings to loosen or unbutton to get her out of her playsuit, though she lost patience as his brute force approach lacked the dexterity to get her out of her clothes.

"Just rip them." She said. It had been so long since she felt the touch of another.

Arthur tore at her playsuit, ripping the top half to give it a generous plunging neckline. He slid a hand through the ripped gap, palm happily taking in the whole of Robyn's right breast. She gasped as he caressed her, massaging her breasts. There was a deeply pleasant aching and throbbing emanating from between her legs, an aching that begged to be filled. Arthur, though realising this was more than enough foreplay for her, nonetheless wanted to extend things. He guided her hands down to between his legs, beckoning her to pull out his erect penis. She did so, freeing the engorged snake for her to admire. Like the rest of him, it was impressively sized, and pulsated with an eagerness that Robyn found deeply exciting. It almost came down to the bottom of her forearm, and brought up at once in Robyn both a palpable lust and apprehension of how it would even fit. She grasped it with both hands and began stroking, though Arthur quickly directed her head down so her mouth met the tip. There was a level of restraint in the force of his movements, but Robyn felt he had the strength to move her in any way he fancied. She opened her mouth to meet the tip of his penis, stretching her mouth slightly in order to bring him fully in. Again, using his hands to direct her, he pushed himself past her mouth, filling it out and descending into the top of her throat. He brought her back, and forth again, manipulating her head in service to his own pleasure. It was her pleasure too, though in a slightly unexpected way. The sensation of having her mouth filled and throat tickled wasn't one she was familiar with, but found it greatly enjoyable in a salacious, dirty way. Adding to this were the sounds of Arthur's obvious enjoyment, an unsophisticated and breathy deep groaning that communicated a shameless gratification. The experience of it combined with the extended time without any male attention was starting to bring her to a place beyond arousal and towards orgasm. With each directed thrust her head took onto his cock, the feeling built in her, and she moaned as her mouth continued to wrap around him. Despite her enjoyment, she knew that she hadn't spent all this time alone just to cum handsfree, servicing someone else. Placing her hands on his chunky thighs, she signalled for Arthur to stop. Arthur, also not wanting to shoot his load this way, drew himself out of her mouth. He turned her around and made another rip in her playsuit, this time to create an easy and direct rout to her dripping and soaked pussy. The manhandling continued as Robyn felt Arthur's strong hands grasp her waist and push her onto the bed. Her behind gracelessly sticking upwards, he slid himself inside her. His enormous member instantly filled out her pussy. It pushed in all directions as he began moving it in and out of her. However soaked and aroused she was, the immense thrill of being so filled up wasn't without pain, though in truth Robyn thought that only added to the sensation. She gripped her sheets as he began picking up the pace, sliding in and out of her immensely tight and wet pussy. He held onto her hips as he pushed himself deep into her, and began using them to rock her behind into a rhythmic movement that complemented his own. Moving from a stretched out position on the bed, Robyn got onto her knees to better brace herself against Arthur's momentum. Her breasts dangled and swung with every thrust, her perky nipples now red and engorged from arousal. As the pleasure built inside her, she became shamelessly loud. It was late, and assumed Claire was attempting to sleep in the next room, but she didn't care. It was her fault anyway. She moaned, she screamed, she cried out as her vaginal muscles clamped around his penis and she came, her thick creamy self coating him as he kept his stride and kept railing her. In fact, he became more vigorous, powerfully moving in her while she was still squeezing powerful orgasmic contractions onto his member. The sight and sound of her cumming had bumped his arousal to the next level, and content in his ability to satisfy her, changed his approach to focus on his own needs. With long arms, he wrapped around Robyn's midsection and started to lift her. She was light, and he was strong, and so he could comfortably keep her in the air and still work on her with ease. For Robyn, the feeling of her arms and legs dangling just above the floor as the man's arms and hips moved her back and forth was only slightly terrifying, but infinitely arousing. From the moment they walked into her bedroom she had much less control than she was used to, now any semblance of that had now utterly disappeared. She was merely an object. A toy to be used. And she loved every moment. It was then when Arthur turned the two of them around, away from the bed and the window, and to the doorway. It was open, and leaning against the frame, backlit by the light of the hallway, was Claire. She was wearing nothing but her loosely tied dressing gown, fixated on the sight before her. The sight of the large powerful man using the petite girl as he wished. Though Robyn thought they had angered her, this was quickly disproven by the look of lust in her eyes. Arthur gazed into those eyes, not taking them off Claire as he continued to pump Robyn.

Claire found the sight irresistible and began touching herself. To the sight of them fucking, and the sound of Robyn's salacious moaning, Claire cupped a full breast from under her dressing gown, and drew her other hand down between her legs. Leaning deeper into the doorframe she relentlessly jilled herself as Arthur ploughed deep into Robyn. It was then that Robyn realised to what extent she was an object in that moment. Arthur and Claire had clearly planned this beforehand. She had been brought into their own relationship. Much like a couple would bring in a vibrator to the bedroom to spice things up, Robyn had been brought in to satisfy some shared urge. For Arthur to use, and for Claire to watch that using.

Arthur kept his gaze locked on Claire, who was now in the throes of a self-induced ecstasy. He was rougher now with Robyn, as he accelerated closer to orgasm. He handled her as if she was a toy, a human fleshlight to masturbate into. His large member penetrated deep, going so far inside that Robyn felt the pressure in her lower abdomen. It began to hurt as he became rougher with her, but Robyn, now completely enthralled in her role between the two, found it only served to lift her enjoyment. All at once, Arthur erupted inside her and painted Robyn's insides with his thick white cum. As there was little space for it to go, Robyn felt the first spurt ejaculation quite acutely, and that, combined with his slower, fuller thrusts, tipped her over the edge again, her tight vaginal muscles involuntarily squeezing him for every drop.

She was thoroughly ruined. Arthur slid out of her and placed her on the bed. He was still erect, and quickly turned his attentions to Claire, who had watched the whole thing with ever more lust. He followed her out and into her bedroom, leaving Robyn a mess on the bed. Arthur's gloopy cum leaking out between her legs, Robyn felt a heady mix of relaxation, mild aching, and the pleasant sort of fatigue. The kind one gets after a full body workout. Now left alone, she began to drift off to sleep with a grin on her face. The last thing she heard before drifting off was the sound of rhythmic thumping from next door, paired with Claire's high-pitched moans.