Over the past month or so, one member of Literotica started corresponding with me. We are calling him 'Milind' to respect the need for his privacy. He sent me some photographs of his wife's (we are calling her Malini, again to respect the need for her privacy) face and boobs. She was amazingly pretty and her boobs? Good God. They were juicy and nice.
As a return gesture, I sent him series of photographs of my girlfriend Tara being fucked and her sister being eaten etc.
Milind sent photographs of his dick and that of his house servants who fuck his wife regularly.? (Milind is a self confessed Cuckold.)
Milind's dick!!!! Wow. That was something. It must be 16 inches long and 3 inches thick. His servants. They too had 14 inch dicks.
Naturally, I showed the entire correspondence to Tara. She swooned on seeing Milind's dick and sighed and whispered, "Wow. That is a great dick. I WOULD give my pussy free to have this dick up mine, atleast once!!"
I was depressed on seeing that dick. My 10 inch looked like an infants dick compared with Milind's dick. I asked Tara, "Are you sorry, you have not had a monster dick inside you?"
You know how women are? She was drooling at what she saw and said, "Most such dicks can't perform as well as they look."
I asked her, "How do you know? Has any such dick fucked you?"
Tara said, "No. Never. That could tear up the pussy and may be, come out of the mouth."
Still depressed at the thought of having my dick compared with that of Milind, I asked, "Do you mean to say that Malini (Milind's sexy sexy sexy wife) calls a cobbler to sew her up, each time any of these dicks go up her pussy or ass?"
Tara shrugged and said, "She must be enjoying every second of her fuck."
I thought to myself, "Size DOES matter for women."
For two days, I could not get my dick up and raring to go. I considered applying some nice oil on my dick and massaging it every day to make it longer and thicker. For the life of me, I could not understand why God had been so unkind to me. He had given me the very best lover. He had given me the technique to give Tara six or seven orgasms per night. Yet. He did not endow me with the best dick!!!!
Just to buttress my sagging ego, I wrote back to Milind, asking him to send me a photograph with his dick inside Malini. Fully. That would show, whether it comes out of the mouth or does it go in completely atall!!!
Then something wonderful (to my ego) happened. Milind just disappeared from the e mail screen. He just would not respond!
Tara was leaving for Mumbai. And Milind lives in Mumbai. I suggested to Tara, "why don't you offer your pussy on a platter to him. Atleast you will know whether you would like to stay back in Mumbai and get yourself fucked by a man whose dick makes you salivate."
Tara could not believe what I said. Reluctant to loose her regular lover, she agreed to send him a mail, asking him whether he would like to meet Tara in Mumbai to let her hold the dick and then kiss it and suck it. She was being demure, when she said, she may not like to fuck right away in the first meeting.
I packed her bags for her. I added some extra vaginal cream and packed some sanitary pads (her periods were not expected), just in case Milind comes over and fucks Tara. I thought she would enjoy more if it did not hurt so much. And she could take care of her torn pussy with sanitary napkins. I packed in some antiseptic cream as well, just in case her pussy was hurt too much. Also, as a measure of further assistance, I packed Tara's special vibrator / butterfly in her suitcase. Just in case she was too scared with the size of that monster dick and did not let him fuck. She would need sexual release.
Tara left early in the morning from her own flat. She called me from the airport and asked, "Whether I would rather that she did not get fucked."
With a lump in my throat, I bravely said, "Tara. Just fuck. Don't worry about me. I want you to enjoy your pussy. It is your body darling and you deserve better "
On Saturday night she came back by Sahara Airlines, very late and went straight to her plat. She called me from her cab and informed me that she was back and that she was 'intact'. I asked, "Would you like that I came over and applied some balm?"
Tara snapped, "The bastard did not reply!! I am back with the vaginal cream, the sanitary pads and the vibrator intact, unused."
I was amazed. Why should a man who has the largest dick that I had seen, not want to even reply? When he was getting a 40 year old pussy on the platter?
I had always propounded the theory that people who are not adequate fuckers, like to become cuckolds.
Be what it may, I told Tara, "Rest tonight. Let us meet Sunday, after you have overcome your travel tiredness."
Tara asked, "So what is the plan?"
I was quick on the uptake, with blood racing into my crotch, "Just stay at your home. Wear anything you like. I have the night latch key to you flat. I will come over any time."
Tara asked, "So no special evening?"
Almost with a quiet air of assuredness, I said, "You mean what I will do with you? Just wait and see. Let us see what your imagination lets you prepare for!!"
Tara said, "Good God. That is heavy stuff. Okay. Fine. See you then," and hung up.
That night, for over two hours, I applied a lot of cream on my dick and massaged the cream into the whole dick. I pulled back the skin and applied all the cream I could on the ridge. My dick was swollen, sensitive and wanting.
I sleep naked. When I woke up in the morning, my dick was up and erect, perhaps wanting the pee. I looked at it and prayed that it remain erect for ever. I walked to the bathroom and peed noisily into the john. As soon as I finished, it shriveled up and started dangling between my legs, like an ornamental appendage, with no real use.
I almost prayed for God to make my dick longer and ever erect. I wanted Tara to plead to me as the long thick dick reached the end of her pussy with six inches to go, "Please. No more. Don't push it in more. I am full."
I had a lazy breakfast and resisted the temptation to call Tara and ask her how she was doing. I knew she was preparing to get fucked in her fantasy.
In the day, I packed a small suitcase, so that I could leave for work directly from Tara's residence after a long night of constant fucking.
At about 6 PM, I wore a loose red tee shirt, no underwear and loose beige Bahamas with a zip in the front and with lots of pockets all around. At my age that looks ridiculous. Yet, I fancied thinking that may be my dick will start peeping from below the Bahamas and Tara will see the hungry looking tip and get the message. I wore sneakers to cut out the noise.
I got into my car with the suitcase and drove straight to Tara's residence. I parked the car a little away so that I could enter the flat without Tara knowing that I had arrived. I walked up to the first floor, fished out her door night latch key and opened the door.
I could hear the music system was playing some Indian classical music. Perhaps a Thumree. The flat smelt like that of a woman. Flowery. It was neatly kept.
A thought passed through my mind, "What if Minu was in?"
Minu is Tara's kid sister, who I had deflowered with Tara's assistance. And Minu is demanding. She wants more of deep fucking than Tara.
As I crept in noiselessly, I peeped into the drawing room and saw Tara's back as she was sitting on her sofa facing her book shelf.
I approached her from behind and came near. She did not notice my entrance. As I came near, I could see Tara was dressed like any nice woman on a Sunday. She was wearing calf length loose black slacks and a front buttoned short sleeved printed red top, reaching her waist. It had Chinese collar. Her sandals were lying askew. She had curled up on her large sofa and had taken some zappy snacks and was watching some silly TV soap.
I came from behind her and leaned low and planted a kiss on top of her head.
She was startled first and then got up, turned around and said, "Hi."
"Oh. You have come with a suitcase. Don't tell me you are traveling out of town?"
