Bigger Is Better 05

In case you somehow skipped the previous chapters of this strange trip I've taken, let me bring you up to speed. My name is Sheila. I'm married to Pete. While I had been a pretty wanton, wild slut in college (if that interests you, then you absolutely have to read the previous chapters for some detail), I fell for him shortly after graduation and I fell hard. So much so that even though he was under five inches in the dick department, I made up my mind that if having him in my life meant I would be okay with his size, then I could give up the pleasures of bigger flesh. He was (and is) really that worth it. Besides, he had learned to compensate by becoming the best pussy eater I knew -- including some women back in college. Just like I've heard that men give better blow jobs (something to do with having the same equipment), my top ten pussy eaters after Pete were all women.

And reduced sized didn't mean reduced virility -- two lovely daughters were proof of that! And hell, he wasn't shy about his short comings -- his other way of compensating was turning every occasion into an excuse to gift me a new sex toy. All larger than him. Plus, we talked a lot. And dirty. So things were good -- until my friend Caroline started talking to me about her new man. Tony was hung (and black) and she was real explicit about their sex life. After that, I started investigating big cock porn. And Pete discovered that when he was doing routine maintenance on our computers.

The amazing part was that it turned him on. Turns out that he had been reading big cock porn and had begun to think about it. The man wanted me happy and knew that no matter how good he could eat me, there was no way to give me what apparently a well endowed dude could provide. And he wanted me to have that. Can you understand what a prince I had? When I told him about how it all got triggered by Caroline's stories about her Tony, he was the one who told me to fuck him!

That pretty much encapsulates the history up until now. Like I said, the details are already written -- at least for that initial big dick experience. In any case, when we finally left Tony and Caroline, my pussy was stretched and sore but I had come so many times that night I lost count. When we got home, we had to wake the sitter so Pete could take her home, and I went upstairs and drew a very hot bath then looked in on the girls, fast asleep. The thought crossed my mind about how I was ever going to talk to them about sex -- let alone how non-conventional I was. My parents had Dr. Spock to work from -- but somehow I doubted there was a modern equivalent with my experience. Something to think about as I made my way back to the tub.

I had just settled in when Pete got back home. He came into the bathroom as I was deeply immersed and just barely conscious. He took a wash cloth and began to tenderly clean every part of my body. My amazing husband!

"Can I be a fit mother" I asked?

"What? Of course you are" he replied. What kind of nonsense is that?"

"I looked in on the girls and began to wonder how I could possibly let them know who I am and what I like. How can I let them know?"

"First off, we have some time to think on that. Kelly's six and Marta is 4 -- we at least have until puberty to come up with an answer. Relax on that, okay? And we will hash it out together. It's our marriage. Our sex life. Our kids. Like I said, we'll work it out as we work out more of this new dimension. Got that?"

With that I pulled the plug, stood up and he wrapped me in a big towel and dried me off. I put on a nightgown and we went to bed where he held me and we slept.

Since the next day was Saturday (or maybe it was Sunday -- it was a crazy weekend, after all) we were both home and able to talk after breakfast and after the girls went next door to play. Sitting across the breakfast table I looked him in the eye and broached the subject.

"What now?"

"Well, I would say we're just getting started, to tell the truth. I mean, there's room to unpack all of what you were into in college. Just thinking about what little you've said so far has been better than reading porn. I might have a few stories to share with you myself. And then, we can both begin to exercise our imaginations. And indulge the fantasies we invent. How does that sound?"

"Hot enough to get me wet, that's for sure! But I'm worried about what might happen if we do that. How things could go wrong. About how the girls will deal with it."

"Ah, my pet worry wart! We deal with it all in communication; and we get really rigorous with telling the truth to one another. I love you -- which means I love all the ways you are and all the ways you aren't. I want you happy and satisfied, and I know that I can't do it all. I'm good with that as long as you are happy."

"But suppose you get upset? Suppose you get turned off by what an absolute slut I really am? I don't want to lose you."

"You seem to forget that I've been okay so far. I guess it's like the old saying where I want a princess in public and slut in bed. I do! Let's face it -- my size isn't going to get you off like bigger guys."

"No, I'm sorry to say that it won't. But maybe..."

"What? There's no operation like plastic surgery; if you were about to say something like fisting or super large didoes -- that's all in the realm of being a super slut, and a poor substitute for the real thing. Not that we can't investigate, mind you..." he said with a leer, and I noticed he adjusted his pants.

"Okay, I get it. Thinking of your wife as a super slut with a passion for well hung cocks is a turn on." I reached under the table and felt him hard, straining in his pants. That was all I needed so I dropped to the floor and got my face in his crotch. Quickly I let his hard on loose and then fastened my mouth to him and pushed until my face was in his pubes.

"Oh shit! You sure you want to do that there -- what if the girls come in?" he gasped.

Lifting my mouth I replied "then don't hold back and give me what I want!" and I resumed sucking his cock like a madwoman. A couple more strokes and I felt his hands on my head (he knows I love to be face fuckec) and then his hot, salty spew was erupting and being swallowed. I kept sucking until he pulled me off, reminding me that afterwards he is overly sensitive.

As I crawled out from under the table he adjusted his clothing. I licked a drop of come from the corner of my mouth and grinned at him.

"I take it that's your way of saying let's keep going" he said. I nodded.

"Then I have an idea -- seems to me the guys next door all only got their cocks sucked, which must have left you hanging. Want to see if they are up for more -- with an audience?"

"You mean you want to watch, right? Would you also want to film it? Do you want to see your secret slut turned into an airtight fuck machine?" The grin on his face made the answer obvious. "Well, then let's figure out how to make sure the girls are taken care of. I can ask Mom, and let her know all about the request. Of course, that would mean she'd want to see the video and I'm not sure how I'd feel about that..."

"Judging by our conversation, I'm pretty sure she'd not only understand, but she might even have her own video archive to share. I can ask Andy, in the guise of getting some tips on filming if there is one. Anyway, I'm up for it if you are. Go ahead and call your mom."

"What am I supposed to say? Hi Mom, I need you to take the girls for the night so I fuck the three guys next door and Pete and film it?"

"Sound like exactly what you are planning, isn't it? I'll bet she'll barely blink an eye!"

"Okay." I picked up the phone and pressed her quick dial icon. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hi baby. What's up? Andy bet me you would call to ask us to babysit so you could get fucked. Do I owe him a blowjob?"

"Yep -- he gets a throatpie for his dirty mind! If you can't provide that, maybe I ought to be the one to pay off that bet."

"Well you know he'd love that! He's been lusting after you since he met you and it's only by virtue of his enormous self-control that he's never hit on you." Turning her head from the phone I heard her call out "Andy, you are indeed due for a blowjob from me -- or would you prefer a throatpie from your step daughter?" The laughter was loud.

"Hey girl, your mother can't get it all down so what makes you think you can?" asked my step father.

"No gag reflex. Period." I replied, laughing. "Does this mean that your lust isn't the only enormous thing? Here's the deal -- if you can dig out any videos of the both of you in action, I won't just suck the cum out of you but I'll let you have any other holes you want -- as long as you can perform in front of an audience."

Mom chimed in after evidently putting the call on speaker. "Oh, he can, honey. Anyway, I'll come by to get my little angels in about an hour. That's five minute to suck him off, 30 minutes for a shower for me and 25 minutes on the road. See you then." It only took 45 minutes partly due to less time on her knees, running out of hot water, and minimal traffic. Until they arrived, I sent Pete to get the girls and prepared their backpacks for an overnight -- just in case.

When Mom walked in the door, the girls did their usual go nuts over her, then went upstairs to get their things. Mom and I hugged, but there was a difference -- it was like hugging a woman with sex on her mind! It surprised -- and then delighted -- me. Shel held on, pressed her mound against mine and leaned back to look into my eyes.

"Have a really good time, girl. We will want to hear all about it."

"Then let's set up a movie night, because Pete's filming the whole thing and it's obvious you want to watch. Andy sure will!"

"Then I suppose we'll have to go through our collection as well. It should be fun!" The girls came pounding down the stairs as that point and Mom took their hands and left.

"I cannot fucking believe this" I said.

"Believe it. Now let's get going. They boys are waiting, somewhat patiently."

Just like before, all I had on was a simple summer dress. I left the underwear off -- let's face it, it was going to disappear right away, anyway (for those of you who've read some of the previous chaptes, are you noticing a trend?). And we walked down the street to the home of the three construction workers who still owed me some fucking.

These guys were what I used to call "hunky studs" back in college days -- a category that used to be reserved for athletes but basically included any guy that caught my eye and made my juices flow. At some point I realized how limited my vision was (primarily after discovering that some geeks and nerds can not only be very attentive to a woman's pleasure, but can be hung like horses as well. Thank you, Georgi!

Alex, Benny and Hector might have once been athletes in high school, but were now basically just studs. They were all in construction and they all worked out in their garage pretty regularly. In other words, strong, well-built and dripping with testosterone. And all three were very well hung young dudes. (Did I mention that I'm in my mid-thirties, and that they appeared to be about 10 years younger? It didn't exactly make me a cougar, but it was adding a unique element to how things had progressed so far.

Pete and I rang the bell and Alex, the senior member of the trio, answered. Much like the last time, his eyes were immediately drawn to my erect nipples protruding through the sundress. And like before, I shifted my body to display and emphasize them, reveling in the look of lust that got me.

"Hello, Alex. I brought Pete along since he was torn between wanting to see the films from the last time I was here, and filming for himself as he watches you three in action. Say hello, Pete."

"Hello Pete" chimed my husband, holding a straight face briefly before laughing.

"Gotta tell you, Alex, Sheila hasn't stopped talking about her time with you guys, and the more she's talked, the more excited I am -- because you guys are in for an amazing time and she's gonna get fucked like never before that I know of. Although she has hinted at some very wild college events."

"I'll bet she was quite the party girl," Alex responded. "Everything I know says it takes practice to eliminate a gag reflex -- and she deep throated us all!"

"Party girl? Sir, you insult me" I said, feigning mock insult. "I'll have you know I was a bona fide, three hole fuck slut known far and near on fraternity row. I'm told that even now, more than a decade later, they sing my praises and compare every new girl to my talents." Then I broke up, laughing. "I can't believe I just said that!" We all laughed as Alex ushered us inside.

"Hey guys, Shelia's here because she evidently didn't get enough cock last time. Set up the bedroom, get the cameras running, get out the lube and the toys and get naked, fast! And by the way, she brought her husband Pete along to watch how much big cocks can do for his wife. " Turning to me, he said "lose the dress, slut!" and I shrugged out of it.

"Hey guys -- don't get naked. That's my job, okay?" I said as I strode into the room and, grabbing a pillow from the couch, dropped onto it on the floor. "Come on over and let me release the dragons!" That got a good laugh and soon I was eye level with three bulging crotches. My pussy was beginning to anticipate how things might go and I felt moisture begin to seep through my outer lips as I reached up to find meat to eat.

Benny stood on my left, and so my left hand was soon caressing the tool growing longer and harder in his cutoffs. I remembered how large he was -- especially how thick -- and was tempted to concentrate on his cock alone, but it was not to be. Alex, who stood in front of me, grabbed my head pressed my face into his crotch and onto the heat of his fine dick. That was exactly the way I loved to be treated -- as a tool for their cocks. I pressed my lips over the shape of his dick and began soaking his shorts, all the while still playing with Benny on my left and reaching up on my right to Hector and his wondrous piece of flesh. When I could tell that all three were hard, I pulled back from Alex's now soaking shorts and said "now let me find out if you guys are really happy to see me, okay?"

"You got any doubt?" asked Benny.

"No, but seeing is believing" I said as I turned my attention on him. Continuing to stroke him with my left hand, I brought my right hand over and unbuttoned him, then slid the zipper down all the way and let his shorts drop. That left a big bulge in his briefs -- one I was about to play with.

"Pete, are you filming? I've always wanted to see what my face looks like when I unveil a big cock -- be sure to capture that. With each of these guys, okay?"

"You got it, babe. Now go for it" he responded. Not a hint of jealousy or upset -- my amazing husband!

With that admonition, I pulled the briefs away from his stomach and let his big cock out to breath. Sliding his underwear all the way down, I found myself staring at his hard, vibrating cock. I could see it pulse as the veins carried the blood in and out of it. Reaching over I pressed it against his stomach and began to tongue his big balls. I love how, at first, they hang low in the sack, and how that flabby, soft container soon pulls them up. I sucked first one, then the other and then both of his egg shaped balls into my mouth and soaked the sack with saliva before working my way up the bottom vein of his meat to the tip. At the tip I put the helmet in my mouth and caressed it with my tongue before shifting position and driving him deep into my throat until I had my nose pressed into his stomach and his ball sack on my chin. Then I swallowed over and over again until I needed to come up for air.

As I withdrew my mouth, I used my hands to cover the fleshy tube, slipping and sliding on it while I got to the point where I could breath (about half of him in my mouth) before repeating the process. I didn't hear anything at the time, being so singularly attentive to the man's meat, but afterwards, watching the video Pete took, I was delighted by the comments I heard. While some feminazis out there might be turned off hearing some of what they said, I, on the other hand, not only took some pride in their amazement at my prowess, but got turned on by the words and phrases they used. "dirty, cum-hungry, cock-gobbler, horny bitch and others" were just some of what they said. Use your imagination, reader!

I started to feel Benny's cock twitch and at that point I pulled back and off of him. "I already know what your cum tastes like. I have other plans for it, so just keep it hard for now, dude!" With that I turned slightly and essentially repeated the process with Alex and then with Hector until I was three hard, glistening cocks in my face. Then Pete spoke up.

"I know you want to get fucked, but I would really like to see you covered in cum. They took their Viagra, so they'll be ready again. Are you up for it?"

"If that's what you want, then the answer is yes. Go ahead, boys, cover my face in cum. Try to keep it out of my eyes, okay? But empty your balls on my face. Coat my face like you were decorating a cake. Put it all on my face." I kept saying whatever came to mind to encourage them as I waited. Despite all the porn that shows women supposedly getting off as they got their face blasted, my experience up til then was that it was strictly a way of guys getting to enjoy a power trip. The women in porn are actresses -- if the director says "act like getting a facial is orgasmic," then they do. And, of course, there's the need for a "money shot" to prove to the viewer that they guy got off.

Like I said, up til then. Because first Benny, then Hector and finally Alex pasted their hot baby batter over my face and into my open mouth, I wound up coming while on my knees, not even touching any part of my body. It was mind blowing! Pete saw that something was happening and changed his focus to include not just the cum covering but the rest of me and thus, caught my hips rolling and my pussy clenching and unclenching as I came. We've watched that part multiple times -- hell, I showed mom and Andy at one point -- and it is still arousing, although not quite orgasmic any more.

The guys guided me to the bathroom so I could clean up (and yes, I did try to get most of that stuff into my mouth) and refresh. Pete was waiting at the bathroom door and guided me down the hall to the bedroom. To say they had prepared was an understatement -- it was essentially a movie set. The queen sized bed was centered in the room, and tripods were set on every side -- as distinct from most videos were you get one or at most two camera angles. The room was well lit, and that meant lights shining down and some shining up -- nothing more distracting to me than watching a hot scene where the naughty bits were hidden in shadow, right? These guys had put some thought and time into their home made movie set and I was gonna be a big star. Not planning to win any Oscars but sure to try my best!

After Pete and I congratulated them on their work, Alex took charge. First, he had me lay on my back, spread eagled. No problem there since everyone had already seen my pussy AND before we were through I was planning to have everyone use it as well!. The next piece caught me a bit by surprise as suddenly I felt myself restrained in that position as they fastened cuffs to my wrists and ankles and the cuffs were, in turn, secured to the corners of the bed. Then they pulled tight so I was clearly bound. Mmmm, this could be fun!

Then hands began to roam over my body. Six hands at once provide amazing sensations, especially since they were concentrating on the sensitive parts and pieces. One boob was being held by two hands and massaged -- which not only felt wonderful, but attended to the area above the breast that often gets ignored in favor of the nipple. Meanwhile, another set of hands on the other boob was pinching all around and playing with the erect nipple. On the one hand, having both boobs played with at the same time was pretty awesome and unusual, and even more arousing, having different places emphasized at the same time added another element of pleasure. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and suddenly heard a buzzing sound.