Pitty Fuck gone gone wrong!!!

Well Ladies and all you men out there, specially the ladies. I'm here to tell you I was a very firm believer in size does matter. I've had small, average, big, and then huge. Bigger cocks I always got the most pleasure from. Until a couple days ago that is.

I'm a single parent that works in at a major retail chain, where I've gotten to know a man my age quite well. Long story short he's a girls best friend, so much so one would assume gay perhaps. When we first started working together he was so quiet and shy, and you could see he was usually down and depressed. One day we were teamed up to do a project together (the first time we spent any real time together within 10 feet of each other). I noticed right away his upper arms were quite scarred (boil type scars). After a half hour of small talk about work I finally asked him what happened to him. He used to be a welder/fabricator when there was an accident that left most of his upper body scarred. His family has genes for what I now know is keloid scarring. After more coaxing from me he talked more and more about it, and how it has ruined his life physically, emotionally, and has left him with no confidence in himself. The accident has left him physically limited, and from what little he showed me I can see why. I can also see why most women were turned off by him. He's a handsome man with big beautiful blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. But with most women who are hell bent on physical attraction would not give him the time of day upon learning of the scars. We chatted more and more about family past relationships, yata, yata, yata, the normal co worker chit chat. I as well he heard of each others past good and bad relationships. Most of his ending because women couldn't deal with the troubles he had with the scars. Which from his stories just tells me none of them were accepting of them and that is the meaning of a relationship is acceptance of all aspects of each other. The rest of the day was fun we were smiling, telling jokes having a ball. From then on we sat with each other during breaks, after a few months we started meeting up at bar's or diners where other coworkers met up at weeks end. We even started going to malls family gatherings etc. but we never ever considered us as an item. Of course we got the comments and lectures of why aren't we blah, blah, blah. as many more months go by we start talking much more in depth about about our lives, our sex lives in particular. Where I learned he in fact was not gay nor bi. He was just very quiet and shy. And has never made any advances at women since his last relationship after his accident. He had been single for 3 years at that point. I learned he was always cheated on which just added to his no self esteem. I actually felt guilty and sad when sharing my life stories compared to his. I really started feeling bad about sharing my flings with him. Remembering how in depth I'd go about some of my partners and our sex life. I starting thinking I'm such a bitch he's listening and more than likely getting turned on and has to go home and jerk off while I can so easily get on the phone and have a cock with in hours.

I ended up shying away from him myself. About a month goes by of rarely speaking or barely even smiling let alone looking in his direction. He finally approached me and asked what was wrong, asking what he had done. All I could say was I'm sorry it isn't you before I could finish he cuts in and says I know I've heard it before. It's you and not me, story of my life. My heart sank when he said now you remember when you were so compassionate and saying how my exs were bitches for treating me how they did. Now your doing almost the same thing. That's when it hit home he was more than likely falling in love with me. All I could do was stand there in guilt he was right. But not for the reasons he was more than likely thinking.

Thanksgiving rolls around and I know it's his favorite holiday, we end up getting paired up for another project. He was very quiet and very closed up. I finally broke the silence and just straight up told him the reason I shying way from him was because I was embarrassed and felt guilty for sharing so much detail about my sex life with him when I knew you hadn't had a women in years. He responded are you kidding me I loved hearing your stories. Even though it wasn't the real thing it gave me something new to jerk off to. Just as I'd assumed he was getting turned on, and now I feel even worse. But it also turned me on, and much as it turned me on I heart was so heavy with guilt. I've never ever thought about it in the sense that a man was perfectly content without the actual touch of a women. It was so sad I almost teared up, specially with how well I've gotten to know this man. He is so kind, loving, and caring, and never has done anything with only his interest at heart. The most unselfish man I've ever met other than my grandpa and father. Not to mention just how close my daughter has gotten to him, and how well he treats her and (shame on me) the things he has done for her and I, just an ongoing checklist of smiles he has brought to my daughter and I. That night I couldn't sleep a wink. It was mainly the feeling of sadness for him. I kept thinking there is nothing wrong with this man other than a bad accident that has left its toll on his body. Then I started thinking about the fact he admitted he jacks off to my sex life. I've never been hit so hard with arousal, I tried everything under the sun, all the toys in my drawer, vibrators, dildos, even dp with them didn't work. Sure I had orgasm after orgasm but it just didn't cure my craving. So I decided I would invite him to thanksgiving again this year, and then take him home with me and get the real thing.

Thanksgiving day rolls around we eat get the usual why are you guys still not dating. I myself at that point was wondering the same thing. And if at all possible just added to my need to cure my wetness. I was so wet before the meal was even over I had to change into a pair of my moms panties. I think he could pick up on my scent as well, as I saw him checking me out non stop (maybe he always had in the past). We got done eating and started dishing out dessert, and started getting out different games we played as a family tradition. We were playing yahtzee, it was my turn but I was so lost in thoughts of this man I didn't realize it. He then broke me out of the day dream I was in by touching my leg and give a slight squeeze and rub. I instantly lost it I had an orgasm right there at the table. I know for a fact everyone knew it was an orgasm, no way it could be concieved of anything different. But him being the true man he is just says, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you again. Did you see the doctor about that yet? He turns to my parents and said this has happened at work a few times as well. Her mind gets to wondering and gets startled coming back to reality. He made me seem a little crazy, but I didn't care.

We finally get everything buttoned up at my parents and on our way home. There was a silence in the car until it was broken by him asking, did you really cum when I touched your leg? Or was I imagining it? I responded oh it was real, and all I can say right now get me home asap. I still need more. He instantly starts closing the door, reminding me of the scars and how he's not attractive. Then the bomb which I assume would affect any man, he revealed he only has a 5' cock. Going back to my past conversations with him on how I prefered big dicks over small any day of the week. I thought for sure it would cause him issues. I just assured him as that's true I do, but as any women says it's also not the size its what you do with it. Needless to say rest of the ride home was mixed emotions hoping his smaller dick can cure this ache in my pussy.

We finally get back to my house, layed my daughter in her bed (thankfully fell asleep on ride home) We went into my bedroom and the full on assault on my body began. He kissed, licked and nibbled just about every square inch of my body. I had 4 orgasms before he even touched my pussy. He liked, kissed, and nibbled with perfection. He went down on me it was heaven I don't know how he did it but, he was tounging my gspot at the same time he was nibbling and sucking my clit. I came so hard I nearly passed out, the only thing I think that kept me from passing out was the fact he didn't stop. He kept on licking and sucking through 3 more orgasms. The only reason he stopped was because I had fallen off the other end of the bed apparently I was squirming so bad we had moved accross my king size mattress. We regrouped I started taking off his shirt. Of course he tried his hardest to leave it on. I managed to get him out of it, and my god. this poor man.....I can see why he's so shy, and honestly why most women couldn't handle it. I felt so bad for him, I was taken back for a few moments I wont like. I could never imagine the scarring being that bad. My caring mothering instincts took over I went got a bottle of lotion and started rubbing lotion on them and giving him a massage. This was key I think for he and I, as he opened up fully and let his guard completely down. I then started kissing his chest, shoulders, neck and I hit it. He informed me some of the scars are very sensitive, he wasn't lieing. Thats when I more or less fell in love with the scars, when I licked, nibbled and sucked on a couple it was as if he had a clit. He went totally nuts. I can't explain why but this drove me even crazier, I couldn't help but grind my pussy on his stomach, thigh, leg, anything I could come into contact with. His cock was as said only 5 inches. But decently thick, I sucked that cock to the back of my throat and stroked and moaned on it until he shot the biggest load of cum I've ever had to try to swallow, 5 gulps worth. He quickly said sorry it's been a few years. Taking that much cum turned me on even more, I've had 5 orgasms to this point and still my ache hasnt dulled one bit. He then lifted me up and layed me on the bed and slowly pressed his body onto mine. While staring into my eyes it slowly pushed his cock into my juice flooded pussy. From that moment on it was a daze of orgasm after orgasm, he nailed my gspot like nobody else before. I couln't stop cumming, I do and can squirt most of my squirting has been forced. Past lovers would encourage me to try or to just push let it go, and yes I would successfully squirt. This time it was different without any encouragement or hints of thats what he was trying to do. The flood gates opened nothing about these orgasms were forced, I couldn't even keep myself from squirting, every orgasm I had was uncontrollable. His movements and strokes were so magical I was crying in pleasure. Then came the deeper penetration he put my legs on his shoulders sprawled out as if he was doing push ups and just hammered it home. Pin point accuracy on every sensitive spot in my pussy stroke after stroke. The orgasm I had could of watered my lawn for a month. I couldn't stop shacking and quivering. I so caringly brought my legs back down and stared into my eyes as he caressed my face and neck, giving me deep sensual kisses as he continued to slowly and passionately make love to me. It was a hands down a different kind of orgasm from the previous. We were making love, I kept pulling pushing his body into mine. I couldnt get enough of him into me. I don't mean his dick either it wasnt the size I wanted it was his body and soul. This 5 inch dick has done more to my pussy than any dick big or small before it. Stoke after sweet stroke he brought me to another 2 orgasms just when I tought I couldn't cum anymore he started kissing me so deeply and passionately, I felt his back tense up, he starting holding me so tight as he started to throb in my pussy I went into another deep mind numbing orgasm as I felt spurt after spurt of his cum deep in my pussy. The cum bouncing off my pussy walls was electric. We layed there entwined in each other for about 10 min just smiling and kissing, after a sheet change and a nice cuddly shower together we drifted off to sleep together. I can't explain how in love with this man I have become. Ladies don't over look the quiet shy ones....Nor the average dicked man. There are some that no what the fuck they are doing. I'm actually thinking about letting my girlfriends come over for some 3 somes just so they can be treated to an all out gspot assault to.. just like every women needs to experience a huge cock. Every one needs to experience this heavenly cock I've found. As much as I want to keep him to myself, I just need to share this pleasure before I tie him down completely. I just hope he wont be to shy about it. I'm sure of more stories to come. Will post after they happen....Take care