Jennifer Sizemore was a nymphomaniac in training; a size queen that craved big dick. It wasn't always that way.
Jenny was an all-American girl in high school. A petite 5'2" and barely 100 pounds dripping wet, she was a district winning gymnast and cheerleader at Highland Park High School in Dallas. She had dated the football team's starting QB and was one of the most popular kids in school.
Raised in a devoutly religious family, Jenny was a "good girl" in school. She remained a virgin until her senior prom when she finally gave in and let her boyfriend make love to her. Of course they had fooled around, she had even sucked his penis, although the thought of him cumming in her mouth was repulsive. To finish the job, she jerked him off into a towel. The stud QB had a bit of a quick trigger, and his six inches did little to satisfy Jenny on prom night.
She attended Oklahoma University, only too glad to say sayonara to her boyfriend who accepted a Division III scholarship to Podunk U in East South Central Nowhere. She gave up gymnastics in college when the coach tried to feel her up during tryouts; seems Jenny's lithe gymnast body had matured nicely, her perky breasts just too much for the coach to ignore.
Jenny didn't mind, between her school work and joining a prestigious sorority, her social calendar stayed busy. During sorority pledge week, the pledge master had forced the girls to watch an all night marathon of XXX films. Jenny had never seen porn and the non-stop sexual action had her feeling things she had never before experienced. She was mesmerized by the big dicks each of the male actors sported. The women seemed to have non-stop orgasms, a thrill Jenny had never enjoyed.
She blossomed into an extremely attractive young woman and men were somewhat intimidated by the diminutive fireplug. She dated little, her few sexual encounters always leaving her unsatisfied. During a fraternity rush party her junior year, Jenny had a few too many glasses of party punch and ended up upstairs with a boy from another school. The boy was very aggressive and had Jenny's shirt off and her bra undone before Jenny could blink an eye.
"Stop it," Jenny screamed, as the frat boy worked his horny hands up under her short skirt.
"Come on babe, I know you want some of this," the drunken coed slurred as he unzipped his jeans and freed his rapidly hardening member.
"No I don't..." Jenny froze as the frat boy's cock came into view. His dick was very large, instantly reminding Jenny of the porn movies she had seen during sorority pledge week. The big boner dwarfed her high school boyfriend's wee wienie and Jenny suddenly felt the urge to grab the boy's tool.
"Yea, that's it baby," the boy cooed as Jenny wrapped her petite hands around his massive girth, "Chicks can't resist my Johnson."
Jenny attacked the boys cock with insatiable passion, licking and sucking his dick like a woman possessed until he exploded in her mouth.
"Damn, babe, I've never seen a girl go to town like that," the frat boy exclaimed, collapsing back onto the clothes strewn bed, his slowly deflating member still glistening from her oral assault.
Even as she enjoyed the salty taste of her first cum, Jenny was instantly embarrassed. What had come over her? She quickly gathered her shirt and bra, hurriedly leaving the filthy room. When she got back to her dorm room, she stripped naked, jumped in bed, and fingered her pussy furiously, thinking of the boy's big dick as she had her first ever orgasm.
Jenny kept her new infatuation a secret. She ordered a large red vibrating dildo off the internet, and when she craved a big dick, she practiced deepthroating "Big Red". In time, she learned to take the massive dildo's full length in her tight pussy, several minutes of deep penetration sure to coax a mind blowing orgasm. She dated several guys throughout her college years; unfortunately she never met anyone to measure up to the anonymous frat boy or to Big Red.
After graduation, Jenny landed a great job in Chicago working for a prestigious advertising firm. She became engaged to a young lawyer named Brad, became involved in several charities, and slowly lost her attachment to Big Red. Brad had a rather average dick but Jenny convinced herself that average was OK. Brad was conservative, stable, had a good job, and her family liked him; everything a woman could or rather should want.
Periodically she would see a guy's bulge in a tight pair of jeans or bike shorts and she would fantasize about the guy's big dick, her pussy tingling and wet. Big Red was nice, but she had never enjoyed a real man's steely flesh buried ball deep in her horny twat. Dreams of big dicked studs punctuated her nights, awaking drenched in sweat, her panties a wet and sticky mess. On these occasions, she found solace in her secret shoe box buried in the back of her closet; Big Red was always ready to stuff her horny twat and relieve her sexual tensions. And Big Red was low maintenance; spare batteries and a bottle of lube had him ready to rock her world till the wee morning hours.
One of Jenny's favorite charities was Habitat for Humanity. She loved working with her hands, building houses for the underprivileged. Brad thought the idea a bit stupid; working under the blazing summer sun to build a house for a lazy welfare case. Jenny enjoyed working on her tan and admiring the hard bodied shirtless construction workers, muscles bulging as they hammered and sawed. She also loved the admiring looks and whistles the carpenters directed her way, dressed in a pair of tight cutoffs and clinging belly shirt as she sweated alongside the blue collar men.
Jenny made fast friends with a pretty blonde named Samantha on one of the Habitat projects. Samantha was everything Jenny was not; tall, well endowed, and very self assured. It wasn't unusual for Samantha to show up on site in a pair of high heeled fuck me pumps, a dangerously short mini-skirt and a tube top two sizes too small. She didn't do much work, but she was a real motivational mascot for the hard working men.
Jenny and Samantha would take breaks together and gossip quietly about the talent on the project, rating the men and giggling about their perceived pros and cons. One Friday evening, a new construction foreman arrived on site and Jenny was instantly smitten. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a killer six pack and strong, muscular legs.
On their first break, Jenny approached Samantha, "What do you think of the new foreman? He's just dreamy, isn't he?"
"And hung like a horse," Samantha laughed, seeing the look of surprise on Jenny's face.
"Excuse me," Jenny started, one of the few times she could remember being shocked at Samantha's always outrageous behavior.
"Don't worry honey, I haven't fucked him or anything. He's my twin brother. We shared a bathroom as kids and that boy never learned to lock the door. I can't tell you how many times I walked in on him feeding the ducks, choking the chicken, beating his meat, or whatever silly euphemism the boys are using today for good old masturbation."
"He's your twin brother? Now that you mention it, I can sorta see the resemblance," Jenny replied, her mind racing to process the news of the foreman's oversized endowment.
"Based on that wild look in your eyes and your drooling mouth, I think it's the news of his forbidden fruit that has your interest peaked. You like your boys big, do you Jenny?"
"Well, I, ummm, never really thought about," Jenny lied. "It's not the size, it's what a man does with it, right?"
"Spoken like a woman that's never enjoyed a pussy full of extra large man meat," Samantha giggled. "Do yourself a favor sweetie, before you marry that prim and proper lawyer boy, try a real man on for size."
As the break ended, Jenny found herself drawn to Samantha's brother. She watched him closely and tried to imagine what lie buried inside his faded blue Levis. As the work bell sounded ending the work day, Jenny headed home to safe and secure Brad, fighting off visions of the foreman jerking his big cock as Samantha peeked through the cracked bathroom door enjoying the nightly show.
Checking her voice mails, Jenny sadly learned Brad had to fly out of town for work, ruining her weekend plans. After several glasses of white wine, curiosity got the better of her and she dialed the Habitat for Humanity work line, volunteering to work on Saturday. Lying in bed, it took all her restraint to keep her fingers off her wet pussy, her mind flipping between visions of her first big cock in college, her best friend Big Red, and the mystery of the foreman's secret package.
She awoke early on Saturday, dressed in a pair of lycra bike shorts and a skin tight halter top and headed to the construction site. She checked the posting board to find her responsibilities for the day and was shocked to see she was paired with the new site foreman, helping to install drywall in the upstairs bedroom. Was it blind luck or did Samantha have something to do with today's pairings? Regardless, Jenny was looking forward to some quality one-on-one time with Samantha's twin brother.
She made her way upstairs and found the foreman on a ladder, taping seams, a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a tool belt his only clothes in the already sweltering summer heat. "Hi, I'm Jenny. I guess we are working together today."
"Glad to meet you, Jenny. I'm Scott, Scott Peterman. This ladder is a little rickety, would you mind holding it steady while I finish up here."
Only too glad to get the awkward moment of introductions out of the way, Jenny took firm hold of the ladder and forced herself to look every direction but up. Scott's shorts were very revealing, and Jenny wasn't sure she was ready for visually confirmation of Scott's rumored endowment. As Scott completed his task and made his way down the ladder, he brushed up against Jenny. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt Scott's big bulge rub against her buttocks. Was that really him or something hanging off his tool belt, like a giant Maglite flashlight, she wondered?
"Sorry," Scott remarked. "It gets kinda tight on these job sites."
The rest of the day was uneventful. Scott turned out to be a really nice guy and the two chatted comfortably as they worked. Jenny had numerous opportunities to admire Scott's amazing body and took furtive glances at his crotch, imagining she could make out the outline of his magnificent tool as it swayed beneath his sweaty denim shorts.
As the day reached an end, Scott asked innocently about Jenny's Sunday plans.
"No plans really," Jenny replied. "My, uhh friend was unexpectedly called out of town. We were planning to go the beach, so maybe I'll go work on my tan."
"The beach huh," Scott responded. "One of my buddies owns a ski boat and we are planning to go out on the lake tomorrow. You want to tag along?"
Jenny's pulse raced. The thought of Scott in a wet pair of swim trunks, his big swinging dick barely concealed under the thin nylon made her pussy instantly wet.
"Sure, that sounds like fun." She couldn't believe she agreed to a "date" with Scott. Brad would totally freak-out. Oh hell, she thought, what Brad doesn't know won't hurt him.
They made plans to meet at the boat ramp on Sunday morning and Scott hugged Jenny goodbye, his concealed weapon leaving a lasting impression as it was squeezed tightly against Jenny's exposed belly. On the drive home, Jenny couldn't resist and fingered her dripping snatch as she tried to picture the big dick that only recently had been a thin swatch of denim away from rubbing against her horny body.
That night, Big Red came out of hiding and Jenny fucked herself senseless, the old cravings rekindled. A forgotten passion burned deep inside and she ordered the XXX channel on cable, watching well endowed porn stars fuck eager little starlets for the first time since her sorority initiation. Maybe Samantha was right; before she married Brad, she should try some big dicked adventure. Jenny fell asleep, a satisfied smile on her face, Big Red slowly humming, buried deep in her insatiable pussy.
Scott met his two buddies at the boat ramp early the next morning. "Hey guys, we may have some fresh tuna to initiate today. My sister Sam has been doing some recruiting and she scouted a little hottie with a thing for well endowed men. Jenny is a petite brunette, an ex-gymnast with a smoking hot body and the cutest little smile. She's in her mid twenties but I swear she doesn't look a day over 18."
"Where did you meet her?" Marcus enquired, a slim, attractive black man with a striking resemblance to Denzell Washington.
