The Porn Collector

THE PORN COLLECTOR

I have been collecting porn now since college, and I have a fairly large collection I am proud of. I have the early classics films: Behind The Green Door and Deep Throat. I have most of the Hustler magazines, Penthouse, Variations, and every Forum ever printed. I have decks of graphic playing cards, a few giant dildos, some nasty glassware, and some off-color records.

I have been trying to interest my wife for years in my collection, but she refuses to watch any and says she has no interest in watching other people fuck. It isn't that she doesn't like sex, because she is a madwoman in bed, but looking at porn just doesn't interest her. Not, that is, until I told her about Long Dong Silver. When I told her how big he was she wouldn't believe me. She had to see for herself.

When I challenged her to at least watch it once, she finally gave in, swearing it was simply out of curiosity. Then after she looked, she insisted they couldn't be real. "That's got to be phony," she said.

"This is before photo shop," I said. "Watch it again. See if you can detect how they did it if it's fake." She watched again, getting close and watching carefully.

"I can't see how they did it, but it can't be real," she insisted.

"Only one way to find out," I said. "Do some research. You need some empirical data," I said with a laugh.

She looked interested, nodding pensively. "How would we do that?" she asked.

"Well, look online," I said. "Or advertise for live proof. See if we can find a really big one," I said with a grin.

"I wouldn't want to fuck it," she said, "just look at it."

"Put that in the ad," I said. I told her we could go on the internet sites and write an ad looking for big ones. "Say you just want to see one, not fuck it," I said. She was really intrigued, and she could not stop thinking about super big cocks.

"That just can't be real," she insisted.

We wrote up an ad. It said: "Looking to see big cocks. Really big. Will pay for a look. Not to fuck. Just to see."

We hit return and sent the ad. It was only about an hour before we got our first reply. It said: "Got 12 inches. Will show for $50."

We replied: "Looking for bigger."

The answer came back. "Bigger? Good luck."

Two hours later we got our second. "$75 gets a look at 14 inches.

"Fourteen?" I said. "That big enough?" I said.

"Yeah, I think so," she said. "That is seven times two. Yeah, that would be convincing."

We answered the reply and paid with a card, then we made arrangements to meet at motel in town. I asked a bruiser I know who breaks heads to sit outside while she and I meet this guy with 14 inches. Bronco agreed to sit outside the room for $25, so it would cost us $100 for my wife to get a look at a 14 inch dick. It'd be worth it if it proved to her that dicks that big were real.

It became like a project for me to convince her. She had never seen a penis anywhere as large as she saw on the the Long Dong Silver video and could not believe a person could ever be that big. In my porno collection I had many other examples of males with extremely large members and I was convinced they were real. Some of the foreign films and materials from Europe and Asia had images of giant erections and huge flaccid dicks, so I was determined to prove to her such men exist.

The day we were scheduled to meet our 14 inch friend we were both excited about connecting with him and seeing for ourselves once and for all, finding out one way or another if there really were cocks well over a foot long.

She had, for the first time ever, asked a couple of times to see again the Long Dong tape, to look at the magazines once more, that featured a "big dick" story, and had shown any interest in my porn collection.

I don't think my wife instantly started to like porn, but she always has loved sex and her passion for fucking had ignited her curiosity and fascination with cock size. Length became an amazing side issue. Like seeing an extraordinary characteristic or phenomenon of Nature, she was fascinated by the possibility of seeing something so unbelievable and remarkable.

For the first time in her life she started thinking of penis size almost constantly. Throughout the day she would ask me questions about one of the famous long dongs, wanting to know if I had ever seen one in person, ever knew anyone with a giant cock.

The morning we were to meet Mr. 14 inches she was nervous as a dancer on a stage of broken glass, and I kidded her about being eager to get her hands on his big sausage. She blushed, slugged me in the arm, and got the most embarrassed smile I have ever seen on her.

"You're excited about seeing Mr. Big, right?" I said.

"I am skeptical, is all. I still can't believe ones that big are real," she said. "You've got to admit, it's unbelievable. It would be like seeing Pinocchio's nose. That long?" she said holding her hands about 14 inches apart. "What are you? Six, seven inches? Twice as long? Holy shit," she said.

When the doorbell rang at five in the motel room, she looked up and her face flushed. She had an "Oh, my gosh," expression and made a face, clearly excited about reality setting in. She was happy to be able to finally see a big cock in real life, but was obviously intimidated by actually looking at another man's penis, no matter how big it was.

I shrugged and turned toward the door. "Well, time to see the truth," I said. I opened the door and a man stood there in the hall and smiled. He was about six foot tall and looked fairly ordinary except that he wore baggy pants and a tight black polo shirt with a sports jacket.

"I am Jonny," he said. "You looking for a guy with a long one?" he said with a grin. "Your lady wants to see a really big salmi?"

Bronco was sitting in the hall and Jonny nodded at him and reached out his hand towards Claire. She reached around me and shook his hand, then he shook with me.

The night before Jonny came, Claire and I watched the Long Dong Silver video again, and she sat shaking her head as she watched it. "Holy cow," she said. "I have never seen anything like that," she said quietly.

When Jonny came in he went to the front of the room. "You have paid so you'll get your show, but I like to have folks take part, like an 'I'll show you mine...' kind of thing. "He dropped his pants. It hung limp like a 14 inch rag. "You'll get a better look if you show me yours while I am showing you mine," he said with a bow. "I am undressed, but if you'll undress you can get more personal. You can touch it, feel it, do whatever you like to it," he said.

She looked at me as if she was looking for advice, waiting for me to comment. She stared at it, frozen in place by the sight of his massive cock. I shrugged, indicating it was up to her. She knew I wouldn't have a problem about nudity, so I just smiled.

"Depends on what you want to do to it," I said. I could tell she was conflicted. She was terribly tempted to hold it, to feel it, and maybe even try it inside of her. Even though she had said she didn't want to fuck it, I knew that wasn't necessarily true. As much as she likes sex, she had to be intrigued. I could see she was afraid to, it was so big as he stood naked in our motel room, but I could also see that she actually really wanted to. It was a terrible conundrum. She was exceedingly curious, but she also didn't want to admit that to me.

I began to undress. She watched me for awhile, then slowly she began to take off her clothes. "Your wife has a nice pussy," he said to me when she was naked in front of him. "Hold it if you want," he told her. "Kiss it," he said.

She looked at me and I could see she wanted to do all of that. Finally, no longer able to resist, she bent over and kissed the tip, then she took the soft, bulbous end in her mouth and sucked on the knob. She worked in her mouth and she became ravenous. She began to lose herself in what she was doing and forgot I was even there.

After he came in her mouth she took cup after cup of cum, swallowing as much gooey liquid as she could take, relishing the taste of his semen, loving the feel of it flowing down her throat, savoring the sensation of gobs of pearly cum sliding over her tonsils. She drank and drank and I watched in awe as she took more than I ever thought she could, loving every drop, savoring every ounce of his sticky stream.

When she finished swallowing every bit he gave her, she climbed on him and rode him cowgirl, stuffing as much as she could get of him into pussy, extended wide by his massive cock that only give her about seven inches of his mammoth dick in her eager, wet, and engorged cunt lips that gripped his ridged pole like a fist.

"Oh, God, yes, fuck me," she yelled. I had never seen her so wild, so frantically fucked by a flagpole of a cock that never seemed to be able to get fully hard. "Ram it home," she yelled. "Fill me with that wonderful staff of yours. Oh, Jonny."

I watched her fuck like a crazy person, hysterical with pleasure and lust. "Do you love it?" I asked.

"Oh, God, yes, I love it. I must have it always. You must fuck me everyday. Oh, please. Yes, fill me with your semen. Please come. Shoot into me. Push that lovely cock deeper."

I had never heard her so vocal, so frantic, begging for cock during sex. Not only coming, but pleading for more. I knew my wife would never let him go. She had tasted the cock of a man who had so much cock to give.

"You know I fuck other women?" he said.

"I don't care," she yelled. "Fuck them before me, after me, just fuck me with that wonderful pole of yours. Oh, yes, please." She totally ignored my being there, and bounced on him, taking all she could take. I had never seen such fucking or heard such pleading. The fact that it was my wife just made me want to hear it more. It was like my best porn ever.

She fucked him for another thirty minutes and finally collapsed like a house of cards over him, wrapping her limp body over him like a wet rag on the floor. She was almost instantly asleep and I left her stretched over him, asleep like a tired dog.

I watched them and Bronco had come in and for a minute we watched them together in awe. "You may have lost her," he said.

"I lost her pussy," I said. "She didn't believe me. Now she will never want to let it go. She loves big cock, and I have myself to blame."

He looked at me as we let them sleep. "She looks happy," he said.

"She is happy," I said. "I think she always wanted a horse cock. Now she has one."

Jonny comes to our house every week, and he is at other houses with other women the rest of the week. He fucks her every Friday. I fuck her every other day, but I know now that she prefers him, and I let her have it four times a month. We pay Jonny to come each time, but I think of it as money well spent. A happy wife makes for a happy life. She didn't believe me that cocks could be that big, now she can't live without one. To think it was my porn collection that gave my wife such pleasure. Who would'a thought?