My name is Frances and I have been married to my husband, Ron, for a long time. For the past 30 years, I have fucked many men, while Ron has watched and in some cases, taken pictures or videos. Ron has posted two stories, on a couple of the fellows, including the one that I am writing about. I do not write quite as well as he but he asked me to write a story, so I'll give it a try.
I am a Irish- American catholic woman. I was raised by strict parents and when I was a young, I went to parochial grammar and high school, and yes I wore the uniform, Nuns taught us that pre-marital sex was a mortal sin. The thought of having sex with a black man was absolutely forbidden.
When I was 15, I was thin, about 5' 6" 34 B-23-36, brownish-reddish hair and, I was told, very pretty.
I met Ron when I had just turned 15, he was 16, He was a very big guy, and could scare someone with just a glance.
When Ron and I met, I played the virgin, even though I wasn't. God knows, if you were anything else back then, you were a slut.
Ron and I got together and eventually I got pregnant and we got married when I was only 19. I had a girl and two years later I had a ******* and after that point I went on the pill until an event made me get my tubes tied.
Our marriage was having its rocky moments like all do, I think that I was feeling cheated out of my dating years and had developed a lot of resentment toward Ron, because of it. It got so bad that I told Ron that I wanted a divorce. I stopped sleeping in bed with him and was instead sleeping with my *******. I was only 23 at the time.
A couple of months went by and Ron was working every night from about 5:00 pm until about 2:00 am. It was the beginning of October and the days were still pretty warm, so I would sit out on the porch after I put the ******* to bed. A guy, that lived with his parents, next door, started sitting and talking to me. I felt so lonely and it really felt good to speak to someone.
His name was Robert. He was 22, not terribly good looking and was about 5" 8". But he was nice. This went on for about a week, I would put the ******* to bed, sit on the porch and wait for Robert to come home from work at about 9:30 pm. He would always come right to the porch and sit next me and just talk, mostly about me, for a couple of hours.
I remember distinctly, that on a Monday, right after I was particularly nasty to Ron, before he went to work. I put the ******* to bed then put a nightgown and a bathrobe over it before I went to the porch for my vigil. When Robert pulled up next door, I looked to see that no neighbors were out and as Robby came up the steps, I took his hand and led him into the house.
We sat on the couch and watched TV with some small talk, As he was saying that he shouldn't be in the house because he would get killed if Ron found out I, I reached over and pulled his face to mine and gave him a long passionate kiss. He started kissing my neck and shoulders. I got up and let the bathrobe fall to the floor. He groaned and pulled me back to the couch. He started passionately kissing me again and he was feeling my breasts, through the flimsy nightgown material. I was really getting turned on and could feel the dampness between my legs.
As we kissed and he pulled my nightgown down slightly to kiss and suck on my nipples, I reached over, with my right hand, and rubbed the crotch of his jeans. It was hard to really tell anything, because of the jeans material, but I remember thinking that he had to have something in his pants due to the size of the bulge. Bobby, never letting go of my tits with his lips, unzipped his pants and partially pulled out his cock. I wanted to see it, but only had the light of the television in the room.
I put my hand around the part that was protruding through the zipper and remember thinking, "wow, this thing is thick". I told him 'this is nice" I proceeded to take the head in my stretched mouth and tried to suck on his cock, but Bobby pushed me back onto the couch and pulled my nightgown up around my neck, He quickly pulled his pants and underwear down around his hips and slid between my legs. It was so fast, I still hadn't seen his cock.
I felt his penis entering my sopping pussy and it felt like some one was pushing a baseball bat up me. I placed my left leg over the back of the couch and put my right leg onto the floor, to kind of open me up a little and give him better access to me. Bobby pumped furiously for about 3 minutes at which point, I stopped him and told him to come with me, my ******* was in the next room and I was starting to moan rather loudly.
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom that I hadn't been in for over two months. I walked in front of him and as I walked I let go of his hand so I could take the nightgown off as we entered the darkened bedroom. I let it fall to the ground, closed the door and flipped on the light switch. I was completely naked and saw that Bob had pulled up his pants and was now, once again, fully clothed.
When he saw me, completely naked, he practically ripped off his shirt. I jumped onto the bed and watched as he removed his socks, then his jeans and finally his underwear.
My heart stopped when I got my first glimpse of his penis. It was HUGE!! It swayed in front of him, like a baby elephant's trunk, as he walked toward the bed. No wonder I thought a bat was inside of me.
He laid down on the bed, legs together and his fat cock flopped over his hip. I knelt between his legs and ****** them apart. I took his cock in both hands and found that I could not wrap my hand fully around it and touch fingers. It was so thick!! I then locked the fingers of both my hands around the base of his cock and just stared for a minute.
I could not believe my eyes. It stood up about a foot. I started licking the length of his cock, put the tip and about 3 inches of the shaft in my mouth, pump my hands and suck as hard as I could.
Bobby was as hard as a rock and I again studied that magnificent penis. It was as thick as my forearm, about as long as it too, had a very noticeable curve to it and got even thicker toward the middle right down to the base.
Then I finally noticed his testicles. MY GOD, they were the size of large eggs and actually hung on to the bed as he lay there. I quickly took them into my right hand and found the had a heaviness to them and that they definitely way overflowed my hand.
I started sucking on them one at a time (mostly because that was all that I could get into my mouth). I was turned on more than ever in my life.
Here laying on my bed, was a naked man with a “package” that was much bigger that I had ever dreamed, in my wildest fantasies, existed.
I was now frantic in my oral pleasuring of him and after a few seconds I let his thick cock fall onto his stomach. It was well over his belly button. I just had to have him in me again. This time I wanted all of him and not just a couple of inches that he was able to give me on the couch.
I climbed over his mid section and lay down on top of him. We were kissing and I could feel his hot thickness between us. As we kissed I started rubbing up and down his cock with my drenched pussy. I did this for a few seconds then raised myself up, reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance.
I slowly slid down the length of his cock until I could feel his pubic bone against mine. I never felt so full in my life. The only thing that was even remotely close was when I gave birth to my children. This was not painful, This was fucking great.
I started to slowly rise and fall onto the length of that wonderful pleasure tool. I was picking up my pace when I heard, what sounded like the voice of some woman moaning loudly in the distance. I realized that woman was me and that the neighbors could easily hear me. I didn't care. I kept on fucking.
Then I raised myself upright, onto his midsection and started rocking furiously, with my hands on his chest and my hips gyrating wildly. I could feel that thick cock up to my belly button. I could feel what could be best described as a spring being wound tight, deep in the pit of my stomach, to the point where it almost hurt, but I kept on fucking, I didn't care.
I was now screaming for Bobby to fuck me, probably letting everyone who may have been outside, know that I wanted to be fucked hard. I didn't care. That spring inside of me kept getting tighter and tighter.
Then I leaned back over Bob with my hands on ether side of his head. I was forcibly slamming down on his cock, making squishing sounds as our pubic hairs collided, that spring winding tighter and impossibly tighter.
I could hear a loud banging noise. What the hell was that, I remembered thinking, I realized that it was the headboard hitting the wall from the ******* of fucking, I didn't care.
I lay down, fully, on top of Bobby and was passionately kissing him as I rose and fell on his wonderful cock. He then grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and started rising up off the bed to slam his member forcibly into me, the spring was as tight as it could get and I had no idea what was happening to me, I thought I was having a heart attack, I didn't care.
Bobby kept that pace up for a few minutes when I felt a rush of unbelievable relief rushing over me. The feeling was so intense that I started to cry.
I felt Bobby tense up then I felt a flood of searing hot liquid flowing down my inner thighs. Bobby rolled me over onto my back, his cock never leaving my canal, and started to slowly pump that fat, long penis, into me.
He picked up his pace and again, I found that spring winding up again and then the intense release. This time I had that feeling three or 4 times while Bobby fucked me, with my legs wrapped around him and my hands pulling his cheeks tight against me.
I felt Bob tense up and then hold himself very tightly against me. I knew that he had cum inside of me, the first man, other than Ron to do so. I didn't know it until later that it was actually the third time that Bobby had cum in me that evening.
We kissed for while as I could feel him getting softer inside of me. I watched as he rolled off of me and I was amazed how thick he was and how great it looked, all wet and shiny with both of our love juices soaking it.
He lay next to me and softly caressed my breasts as I ran my hand up and down his chest and eventually took hold of his penis again. He rolled onto his back and I knelt by his mid-section and once again I took his cock into my mouth. As I slowly sucked on him, I marveled at the salty taste, the feeling of his soft balls and the way his cock grew hard and stretched my mouth, as I did so.
Bobby told me to get on my knees and he entered me from behind. OMG, the feeling of that cock stretching me to my limits and those large testicles slapping against my clit almost made me pass out. He was hitting places that I never knew existed. That spring and the subsequent release were the most intense feelings that I had ever, ever experienced to the point, in my life. I lost count, how many times that occurred during that position.
After we were done, I walked Bobby to the door and kissed him goodnight, checked to see that the ******* had not been awakened by our loud lovemaking.
I looked at the clock and almost fainted. It was 1:45 am. We had been fucking for almost 4 hours and Ron would be home soon.
I quickly checked around the house for any loose items of clothes. I went into the bedroom to straighten out the bed before I retired to my daughters bed. My heart sank. There, in the middle of the bedspread , was a large and very wet spot. I got a towel and tried to dry it up as much as I could before I went to bed.
I heard Ron come in about ten minutes later. I heard him go the bathroom then the back to the bedroom. *******, After Bob had left, I still had a lot of cum running down my thighs and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up with toilet paper and I didn't flush the toilet. Would Ron notice and think something was odd? The next day Ron asked me why the bed was so wet and I told him that the ******* were playing in there and may have spilled something on it.
I was so addicted to Bobby's cock, that when we started fucking in early October and we would get together everyday Monday through Friday, three weeks a month (when I had my period, no). We would usually make love at least twice each night (oh to be young again).
This went on until Ron confronted me around Halloween, of the following year. He had suspected something (and yes, it was the wet bed, I mean the ******* can't be spilling something every night, can they?). He had hired a detective who had pictures and everything.
He was going to kick my ass out and take the *******. I begged him not to and begged his forgiveness. He went out onto the porch and waited for Bob to come home. I thought he was going to ******* him. Bob said he was sorry and that it just happened. Bob moved out of his parent's house shortly after that.
I know now that the spring and over whelming relief was my orgasms. I never had them before and I liked it. By my count Bobby and I fucked at least 10 times a week, 3 weeks a month for more than a year. That is over 1500 orgasms and more like 5000 because I also found out that I am multi-orgasmic. Plus, Bobby use to cum large volumes of semen, from those humongous balls, so I’m sure I had gallons of Bobby’s DNA pumped into me
On top of that I am a squirter. I am proud to say that I have female ejaculations. That is what made the bed so wet. And finally, and most importantly, I found out that I am a size queen and very proud of it.
What I did, regardless of why, was wrong, but at the time, I didn't care. I also guess that I am a slut. Sorry Sister Mary Thomas, but I don't care!!
I am a Irish- American catholic woman. I was raised by strict parents and when I was a young, I went to parochial grammar and high school, and yes I wore the uniform, Nuns taught us that pre-marital sex was a mortal sin. The thought of having sex with a black man was absolutely forbidden.
When I was 15, I was thin, about 5' 6" 34 B-23-36, brownish-reddish hair and, I was told, very pretty.
I met Ron when I had just turned 15, he was 16, He was a very big guy, and could scare someone with just a glance.
When Ron and I met, I played the virgin, even though I wasn't. God knows, if you were anything else back then, you were a slut.
Ron and I got together and eventually I got pregnant and we got married when I was only 19. I had a girl and two years later I had a ******* and after that point I went on the pill until an event made me get my tubes tied.
Our marriage was having its rocky moments like all do, I think that I was feeling cheated out of my dating years and had developed a lot of resentment toward Ron, because of it. It got so bad that I told Ron that I wanted a divorce. I stopped sleeping in bed with him and was instead sleeping with my *******. I was only 23 at the time.
A couple of months went by and Ron was working every night from about 5:00 pm until about 2:00 am. It was the beginning of October and the days were still pretty warm, so I would sit out on the porch after I put the ******* to bed. A guy, that lived with his parents, next door, started sitting and talking to me. I felt so lonely and it really felt good to speak to someone.
His name was Robert. He was 22, not terribly good looking and was about 5" 8". But he was nice. This went on for about a week, I would put the ******* to bed, sit on the porch and wait for Robert to come home from work at about 9:30 pm. He would always come right to the porch and sit next me and just talk, mostly about me, for a couple of hours.
I remember distinctly, that on a Monday, right after I was particularly nasty to Ron, before he went to work. I put the ******* to bed then put a nightgown and a bathrobe over it before I went to the porch for my vigil. When Robert pulled up next door, I looked to see that no neighbors were out and as Robby came up the steps, I took his hand and led him into the house.
We sat on the couch and watched TV with some small talk, As he was saying that he shouldn't be in the house because he would get killed if Ron found out I, I reached over and pulled his face to mine and gave him a long passionate kiss. He started kissing my neck and shoulders. I got up and let the bathrobe fall to the floor. He groaned and pulled me back to the couch. He started passionately kissing me again and he was feeling my breasts, through the flimsy nightgown material. I was really getting turned on and could feel the dampness between my legs.
As we kissed and he pulled my nightgown down slightly to kiss and suck on my nipples, I reached over, with my right hand, and rubbed the crotch of his jeans. It was hard to really tell anything, because of the jeans material, but I remember thinking that he had to have something in his pants due to the size of the bulge. Bobby, never letting go of my tits with his lips, unzipped his pants and partially pulled out his cock. I wanted to see it, but only had the light of the television in the room.
I put my hand around the part that was protruding through the zipper and remember thinking, "wow, this thing is thick". I told him 'this is nice" I proceeded to take the head in my stretched mouth and tried to suck on his cock, but Bobby pushed me back onto the couch and pulled my nightgown up around my neck, He quickly pulled his pants and underwear down around his hips and slid between my legs. It was so fast, I still hadn't seen his cock.
I felt his penis entering my sopping pussy and it felt like some one was pushing a baseball bat up me. I placed my left leg over the back of the couch and put my right leg onto the floor, to kind of open me up a little and give him better access to me. Bobby pumped furiously for about 3 minutes at which point, I stopped him and told him to come with me, my ******* was in the next room and I was starting to moan rather loudly.
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom that I hadn't been in for over two months. I walked in front of him and as I walked I let go of his hand so I could take the nightgown off as we entered the darkened bedroom. I let it fall to the ground, closed the door and flipped on the light switch. I was completely naked and saw that Bob had pulled up his pants and was now, once again, fully clothed.
When he saw me, completely naked, he practically ripped off his shirt. I jumped onto the bed and watched as he removed his socks, then his jeans and finally his underwear.
My heart stopped when I got my first glimpse of his penis. It was HUGE!! It swayed in front of him, like a baby elephant's trunk, as he walked toward the bed. No wonder I thought a bat was inside of me.
He laid down on the bed, legs together and his fat cock flopped over his hip. I knelt between his legs and ****** them apart. I took his cock in both hands and found that I could not wrap my hand fully around it and touch fingers. It was so thick!! I then locked the fingers of both my hands around the base of his cock and just stared for a minute.
I could not believe my eyes. It stood up about a foot. I started licking the length of his cock, put the tip and about 3 inches of the shaft in my mouth, pump my hands and suck as hard as I could.
Bobby was as hard as a rock and I again studied that magnificent penis. It was as thick as my forearm, about as long as it too, had a very noticeable curve to it and got even thicker toward the middle right down to the base.
Then I finally noticed his testicles. MY GOD, they were the size of large eggs and actually hung on to the bed as he lay there. I quickly took them into my right hand and found the had a heaviness to them and that they definitely way overflowed my hand.
I started sucking on them one at a time (mostly because that was all that I could get into my mouth). I was turned on more than ever in my life.
Here laying on my bed, was a naked man with a “package” that was much bigger that I had ever dreamed, in my wildest fantasies, existed.
I was now frantic in my oral pleasuring of him and after a few seconds I let his thick cock fall onto his stomach. It was well over his belly button. I just had to have him in me again. This time I wanted all of him and not just a couple of inches that he was able to give me on the couch.
I climbed over his mid section and lay down on top of him. We were kissing and I could feel his hot thickness between us. As we kissed I started rubbing up and down his cock with my drenched pussy. I did this for a few seconds then raised myself up, reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance.
I slowly slid down the length of his cock until I could feel his pubic bone against mine. I never felt so full in my life. The only thing that was even remotely close was when I gave birth to my children. This was not painful, This was fucking great.
I started to slowly rise and fall onto the length of that wonderful pleasure tool. I was picking up my pace when I heard, what sounded like the voice of some woman moaning loudly in the distance. I realized that woman was me and that the neighbors could easily hear me. I didn't care. I kept on fucking.
Then I raised myself upright, onto his midsection and started rocking furiously, with my hands on his chest and my hips gyrating wildly. I could feel that thick cock up to my belly button. I could feel what could be best described as a spring being wound tight, deep in the pit of my stomach, to the point where it almost hurt, but I kept on fucking, I didn't care.
I was now screaming for Bobby to fuck me, probably letting everyone who may have been outside, know that I wanted to be fucked hard. I didn't care. That spring inside of me kept getting tighter and tighter.
Then I leaned back over Bob with my hands on ether side of his head. I was forcibly slamming down on his cock, making squishing sounds as our pubic hairs collided, that spring winding tighter and impossibly tighter.
I could hear a loud banging noise. What the hell was that, I remembered thinking, I realized that it was the headboard hitting the wall from the ******* of fucking, I didn't care.
I lay down, fully, on top of Bobby and was passionately kissing him as I rose and fell on his wonderful cock. He then grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and started rising up off the bed to slam his member forcibly into me, the spring was as tight as it could get and I had no idea what was happening to me, I thought I was having a heart attack, I didn't care.
Bobby kept that pace up for a few minutes when I felt a rush of unbelievable relief rushing over me. The feeling was so intense that I started to cry.
I felt Bobby tense up then I felt a flood of searing hot liquid flowing down my inner thighs. Bobby rolled me over onto my back, his cock never leaving my canal, and started to slowly pump that fat, long penis, into me.
He picked up his pace and again, I found that spring winding up again and then the intense release. This time I had that feeling three or 4 times while Bobby fucked me, with my legs wrapped around him and my hands pulling his cheeks tight against me.
I felt Bob tense up and then hold himself very tightly against me. I knew that he had cum inside of me, the first man, other than Ron to do so. I didn't know it until later that it was actually the third time that Bobby had cum in me that evening.
We kissed for while as I could feel him getting softer inside of me. I watched as he rolled off of me and I was amazed how thick he was and how great it looked, all wet and shiny with both of our love juices soaking it.
He lay next to me and softly caressed my breasts as I ran my hand up and down his chest and eventually took hold of his penis again. He rolled onto his back and I knelt by his mid-section and once again I took his cock into my mouth. As I slowly sucked on him, I marveled at the salty taste, the feeling of his soft balls and the way his cock grew hard and stretched my mouth, as I did so.
Bobby told me to get on my knees and he entered me from behind. OMG, the feeling of that cock stretching me to my limits and those large testicles slapping against my clit almost made me pass out. He was hitting places that I never knew existed. That spring and the subsequent release were the most intense feelings that I had ever, ever experienced to the point, in my life. I lost count, how many times that occurred during that position.
After we were done, I walked Bobby to the door and kissed him goodnight, checked to see that the ******* had not been awakened by our loud lovemaking.
I looked at the clock and almost fainted. It was 1:45 am. We had been fucking for almost 4 hours and Ron would be home soon.
I quickly checked around the house for any loose items of clothes. I went into the bedroom to straighten out the bed before I retired to my daughters bed. My heart sank. There, in the middle of the bedspread , was a large and very wet spot. I got a towel and tried to dry it up as much as I could before I went to bed.
I heard Ron come in about ten minutes later. I heard him go the bathroom then the back to the bedroom. *******, After Bob had left, I still had a lot of cum running down my thighs and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up with toilet paper and I didn't flush the toilet. Would Ron notice and think something was odd? The next day Ron asked me why the bed was so wet and I told him that the ******* were playing in there and may have spilled something on it.
I was so addicted to Bobby's cock, that when we started fucking in early October and we would get together everyday Monday through Friday, three weeks a month (when I had my period, no). We would usually make love at least twice each night (oh to be young again).
This went on until Ron confronted me around Halloween, of the following year. He had suspected something (and yes, it was the wet bed, I mean the ******* can't be spilling something every night, can they?). He had hired a detective who had pictures and everything.
He was going to kick my ass out and take the *******. I begged him not to and begged his forgiveness. He went out onto the porch and waited for Bob to come home. I thought he was going to ******* him. Bob said he was sorry and that it just happened. Bob moved out of his parent's house shortly after that.
I know now that the spring and over whelming relief was my orgasms. I never had them before and I liked it. By my count Bobby and I fucked at least 10 times a week, 3 weeks a month for more than a year. That is over 1500 orgasms and more like 5000 because I also found out that I am multi-orgasmic. Plus, Bobby use to cum large volumes of semen, from those humongous balls, so I’m sure I had gallons of Bobby’s DNA pumped into me
On top of that I am a squirter. I am proud to say that I have female ejaculations. That is what made the bed so wet. And finally, and most importantly, I found out that I am a size queen and very proud of it.
What I did, regardless of why, was wrong, but at the time, I didn't care. I also guess that I am a slut. Sorry Sister Mary Thomas, but I don't care!!
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if you wanna write erotica write erotica ! But stop reposting the same shii
Being petite like you and looking like I was 12 probably helped them believe it
