Cast of Characters
I (or me): 27 years old, 5'5", 135#, blonde hair, green eyes. I've been told I'm pretty. When people are being kind, they say I look like Jennifer Anniston or Brittany Spears. I workout faithfully to keep in shape but most people don't notice. Usually, all they see are my 38F breasts. That's right, F-cups, and all natural. If you think I'm lying then fuck you.
Hubby (or honey): 34 years old, 6'3", 210#, brown hair and eyes. Rugged looks that can turn those prefer Rob Lowe and Sean Astin types off but make women like me melt. Well built and nicely hung at 7". A tier 2 porno stud if you're thinking of Peter North or Mr. Marcus but most ladies would love to be in bed with him.
"Brad": A small man who taught me a big lesson.
Kingsize: 10 inches, very hard, very thick, very black. Other details are either unknown or irrelevant. His service to Hubby and me was as a cock and producer of sperm.
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Life it seems has always been about sex to me. What would you expect, I was a C-cup at eleven. I tried to ignore them. Then hide them. Then run away from them. For a long time I was shy and self-conscious but on another level I enjoyed the notoriety -- imagine being in the fifth grade and having bigger tits than the teacher -- and attention the boys paid. Later, I learned to exploit them and finally, with the help of Hubby, I've learned to enjoy them.
Hubby was always more sexually adventurous than I but over time has convinced me to experiment and I'm so happy he did. Certainly sex is one of the most important aspects of our life together and has helped us over some of those rough spots that are part of every marriage.
I suppose some would think of us as swingers. We've had sex with others, both couples and singles, but not that often. We're very selective and we don't hang around those clubs that cater to the "lifestyle."
The beginning of this tale occurred about two years ago when I found out something very important about myself. Hubby and I met a couple in town on a business trip. They were staying at a premium hotel hubby and I frequented for its lively bar and dance area.
They were about our age, fit and very attractive. The guy actually looked like Brad Pitt (hey, I said Hubby didn't look like one of those Hollywood pretty boys, I never said I'd turn one of them down).
We drank and danced with each other's spouses. "Brad" mostly talked to my breasts. I found him very hot and ground my pubis into his during slow dances. We all ended up back in their hotel room -- suite, actually. By that time, I was making out with "Brad" in the elevator and continued when we got into the room.
"Brad" took me into the bedroom and closed the door while Hubby remained in the living room with...well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't paying the wife very much attention.
It didn't take long till I was naked from the waist up. You'd be surprised, big tits, little tits, the bras all come off at pretty much the same speed. I love having mine suckled and soon "Brad" was doing a masterful job of mouthing them.
My pussy had been juicing since we were on the dance floor and now it was on fire. Eventually, "Brad" got around to pulling off my slacks and panties. I lay on the bed gently stroking my labia and trying to keep from jamming my fingers into my cunt as I watched him undress.
What's the word for a really major disappointment? You know the kind, where you come down on Christmas morning and there are no presents, no tree, nothing. Well, whatever it is, that's what I felt. Poor "Brad."
He was bringing a Little League bat to the World Series. I know they say size doesn't matter, but they weren't talking about "Brad" when they said that. The normal range for an erect penis is between 5" and 7". By that definition, "Brad" on his best may have just barely qualified.
As he moved between my open thighs and began rubbing his almost-five thin inches in and out along one side of my vagina, I almost giggled out loud as I contemplated actually saying those four, dreaded words: Is it in yet?
"Brad" was nothing if not sensitive to others, however. "This position isn't doing much for you, is it?" he asked.
Obviously, his question was rhetorical as, without waiting for benefit of reply, he spun around and pulled me on top of him placing us in a sixty-nine position. His lips, tongue, and fingers teased my clit and labia and soon had me racing toward orgasm.
Meanwhile, "Brad's" little boy dick presented a much more tempting objective for my mouth than it had my cunt. I was able to deep throat him easily and delighted in doing so.
Somewhere between my second and third orgasms I felt him tighten. I sank my mouth over his cock till my lips encircled its base. He shot his cum directly into the back of my mouth completely missing my tongue. I never even tasted it.
As I held my mouth over him, enjoying the feel of his shrinking cock, I experienced a lovely, almost mellow orgasm as he softly hummed his appreciation of my oral skills while holding his tongue against my clit.
Later, after we'd recovered sufficiently to start again, "Brad" spoke as he played, fascinated, with my tits.
"Some women are really connoisseurs of the smaller cock," he said with boundless optimism. "Obviously, you're not one of them."
"I really loved deep throating you," I replied, trying to overlook my disappointment in his shortcomings.
"Do you mind if I try something?" he asked excitedly.
"As long as it doesn't hurt," I smiled.
Jumping off the bed, "Brad" reached into his suitcase and pulled out the most realistic fake cock I'd ever seen.
It was beautiful. When he placed it in my hand, it felt solid and heavy. It must have been eight inches long and fatter around than Hubby's.
"Sometimes, the wife likes a little more, too," he smiled. "Can I try it on you?"
Without offering a verbal response, I lay back, closed my eyes, spread my legs, and placed the jellied head at the entrance to my cunt. I was so wet from "Brad's" saliva and my own juices, it slipped in to the hilt with one push. I gasped. I'd never been so full nor felt so good. The head of cock was just touching the pathway to my uterus.
I lay there, overcome by the sensations within my pussy, unable to move. "Brad" began thrusting the plastic phallus with his hand. I spasmed on the third stroke. And the fourth. And the fifth and the sixth.
I settled in for the long run up to a really big one. I was actually a little frightened that I might not be able to handle it. I'd never had my pussy stretched so far or the felt continual grazing of a cock against my cervix before.
Just when I felt like I couldn't move if the National Guard stormed the room, "Brad" moved me. Leaving the dildo inside me, he grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach, pulling me back so my knees were bent beneath me.
