Hi, my name is Susan. I am thirty-two years old, five-foot seven with long, thick, blonde hair, and brilliant blue eyes. I have a thirty six-inch pair of breasts, tiny waist and perfect hips. My husband, Stephen, is a successful heart surgeon. We live an upper class, all white neighborhood in a 4,500 square foot home with a pool in the back yard. And I use to be completely unsatisfied, but now I have all that I ever wanted. And this is my story.
Stephen is a wonderful surgeon and a good provider, however; he has one of the smallest penises I have ever seen. I didn't know this when I married him, because I was a virgin, believe it or not. So early on in our marriage his five-inch cock was sufficient. I didn't know that they came in various sizes. When Stephen and the other doctors and lawyers in the neighborhood went to work, we wives would get together and have coffee and talk about our lives.
My friends would brag about how big their husbands were and how they couldn't wait for them to come home and screw them. We upper class "bitches" don't use the word fuck in public. I would just sit there and listen and wonder why I didn't feel that way about Stephen.
Finally, I asked my friend Sarah about the size of her lawyer husband's penis. She told me he was eight-inches and about an inch and a half around. "Oh, that's about how big Stephen is." I lied. "I just wanted to compare notes."
That night while Stephen was fucking me, I fantasized about a nine-inch dick. I wondered how good that would feel going in and out of my hot little pussy. I could imagine it for the first time, stretching my pussy to a size that I wouldn't even be able to feel Stephen in me.
I fantasize so much about a large penis that one morning, after Stephen left for the hospital, I decided to see if I could do something about it. I dressed down, took off all of my makeup, pulled my hair back, and drove to the wrong side of town to see if I could find a dildo that would give me the pleasure I desired.
I was a little uncomfortable down there; it certainly wasn't what I am use to. People lying in the street drunk, there was an odor of beer and urine in the streets. The doors to the stores were wide open and the gaudy merchandise was out there for the world to see.
I found the shop I was looking for. It sold all kinds of sex toys. I was looking for a long penis to fill my hungry pussy with. Fortunately there was a woman behind the counter.
I said, "Excuse me, do you have dildos?"
She looked at me like I was crazy and pointed to the wall behind her.
"There they are take your pick, sweetie" she said. "What size are you looking for?"
"I wanted something about nine-inches long and about two and a half inches around." I told her.
"Oh, you want a black dick? I'll show you what I've got if you'll show me those pretty breasts," she replied.
I smiled and said, "Thank you."
She took several dildos off the wall most of them were black in color and they had fake veins and balls on them. They looked just like Stephen's penis only they were black, and much longer and wider. The balls were larger too.
I asked her, "Can I touch one to see how it feels?"
She said, "Yes, you sure are a pretty woman you should have no problems getting dates. Is this your first time buying a prick? Have you ever tried a woman? We're much gentler than men and we know all of your special spots."
I became a little embarrassed, even though there was no one else in the shop.
I told her, "Yes, I want to know what it feels like to have a penis that big in me. My husband just can't satisfy me and I want more."
She laughed again and took a large black penis out of the package and handed it to me. I took it and dropped it immediately.
It felt just like Stephen's real penis. It was larger, but it felt real. And I liked the way it felt in my hand. I could barely get my fingers around it. It looked really dark against m y pale skin.
"How much does it cost," I asked.
"That one's hundred-ten dollars plus tax," she informed me. "But I'll take twenty percent off if you'll tell me if you're shaved or not and maybe let me see how pretty your pussy is."
"Wow," I said a little embarrassed, "I didn't know they were so expensive. Why is it so much?" I questioned.
"Well, sweetheart, that one comes with the batteries and it feels like a real dick. That's why it cost so much more than the others do, " she said as she rested her hand on my arm and slid it down to remove the penis from my hand.
"Oh so what are the batteries for?" I asked.
She laughed, and said, "Would you like me to show you sweetie? I'd be glad to since you are so new at this."
"That would be very nice, thank you." I replied.
She said, "Come with me to the back of the shop. I'll give you a little demonstration."
She walked around the counter, put a sign on the door and closed it. She picked up the penis and led me into a back room.
When we passed through the curtain she put batteries into the penis and then she took off her pants and put on this contraption that held the penis locked in place. She looked like half man and half woman. She also took her shirt off and she wasn't wearing a bra.
Then she said, "Well, sweetie, take off those pants if you want me to show you how to use this big thing."
So I took off my jeans and I stood there in my underwear waiting for the next instruction.
"Honey, you can't test drive this thing with panties on," She said.
I looked down a little embarrassed and took off my panties. I was now nude from the waist down. I couldn't take my eyes off of that contraption she had on her body and that huge penis coming out of it.
"Okay, my pretty, lean over that chair, and hold onto the back" she said, "and I'll show you how to use this dong. Then, you'll know what it feels like when a black man fucks you."
I followed her instruction and a little nervous looked behind me to see what she was going to do with the penis. She had turned on the dildo and it was vibrating. She started towards me and I stayed myself for the intrusion I knew was forthcoming.
She put one arm around my waist and reached up to caress my breast. It was a little weird, but I figured she needed to hold onto me for balance. She then wrapped her other hand around me and her fingers went to my pussy and separated my lips.
She placed a finger into my cunt and moved it around. It felt really good. I'm sure she was just seeing how much room I had for the penis. She bent me at the waist and then I felt her pull back from me. The penis was positioned between the lips of my now wet vagina.
I felt the burning as she inserted the large cock into my pussy and it tingled because of the vibration. I could feel it as it ripped my delicate pussy and it burned.
I thought the demonstration would be short but then she started moving her hips back and forth. I guess that was to show me what it would feel like if a real black man were fucking me.
She held me in position with her hand on my back while she pumped me with that big penis strapped to her body. I must admit it felt really good. She even started moaning like a really excited man might do.
She was good at her job that's for sure. She fucked me for a good ten minutes and I even had an orgasm. Once I orgasmed, she seemed to have one too; at least she convulsed like she had one.
"That was a wonderful demonstration," I told her. "I like the way it feels in me. I'll take it. Does it come in white though?"
"No way, they're aren't any white man around with a cock like this one here," she said.
She washed it before we left the back room. When she got to the counter she wrapped it in newspaper and then put it in a nondescript bag.
I paid cash, because I didn't want Stephen to know I had bought such a thing.
On the drive home, my pussy started getting wet at the thought of feeling this large dick in my pussy. Too bad I didn't have someone to put it in one of those things she had and fuck me with it. But finally I know what it feels like to have a real fuck. I now knew what it felt like to be fulfilled.
Driving home I planned on where I would hide it so Stephen wouldn't find it. I decide to hide it in an old hat box that I had in the top of my closet; there was no reason for Stephen to go in that box so I felt safe with it there.
I stopped at the hardware store and bought extra batteries so I wouldn't run out. I was feeling really excited after that demonstration and couldn't wait to do it again.
When I was safely in the comfort of my living room I opened the package and just felt the penis in my hands. I ran my fingers over the fake veins and the ridge of its head. I stuck the tip of my tongue in the little indentation that would have been the hole. I squeezed the balls and the bounced back into shape.
It felt really good and so real. I put the batteries in so I could feel the vibration and it tingled; I liked the way it felt. I held it to my stomach and circled it around my legs. It tickled me.
I was getting excited just exploring it outside of my pussy. I even stuck it in my mouth to see how it would be to give someone this large a blowjob. I had to really stretch my lips to get around it.
Finally, I took off my pants and underwear, lay down on the sofa, and put it inside my pussy. I had to push really hard to get into my small opening even though it had been stretched at the shop.
It hurt to force it into my vagina. I could feel the skin tearing. It felt hot and painful but I finally got it in; I turned it on and it was wonderful.
I only had about seven-inches in me. It was so big around that it filled me completely. I pushed on it and made it go in another inch and I hit something that felt really good.
I lay there about thirty minutes just letting it do its thing, pushing it in and out, in and out getting lost in the pleasure it gave me. I wanted to feel like this every time I had sex from now on.
I got so involved in the joy this dildo gave me that I forgot about the time. I pleasured myself until I heard Stephen's car door. I jumped when I realized that I had been fucking myself for hours.
I hurried up the stairs, washed it off and placed it into the hatbox. I didn't have time to clean myself up so I lay down on the bed and pretended to be sleeping.
When Stephen came up to the bedroom he climbed on the bed, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Wake up sleeping beauty, your Prince Charming is here to rescue you."
I opened my eyes, sleepily, smiled and said, "Oh darling, I must have fallen asleep. How long have you been home?"
"I've just arrived. When you weren't down stairs I came looking for you. I love watching you sleep," he replied.
