Straight Female / 37
Size Queen
I am a self admitted size queen, probably snooty about it too.
I was 13 when I experienced my first penis. He was 15. We met at school and one afternoon we went to his house to play. We had no experience so we never really did anything except hand play. His penis certainly was bigger than my hand. The next few penises were much smaller. As time went on, I knew I desired what I described as a heavy penis - one with substance to it.
At 17, I had my second big penis. He was 18 and certainly had a heavy penis. He eventually took my virginity. The feeling of him stretching me is where my life as a size queen began. Over the next few years at college, a penis became a cock. Penises have sex. Cocks fuck. And I liked being fucked. I liked being fucked by large cocks to be exact. White or black, it did not matter. I was a target for older men too. Large cocks became a prerequisite to date me. These years I was a self admitted slut.
At 29, I met my husband. He was a perfect guy, perfect family, great job, great personality and yes, he was hung like a horse. The first time he fucked me I told him that I loved him! Lmao! I worshipped his horse cock.
Then one night, my husband is literally breaking my pussy apart and he says ‘Beth, I saw a guy at the gym today who has a bigger cock than mine. I thought about you trying to conquer it.’ I responded with ‘keep fucking me Jeff, but tell me more!’ He did and I came like a freight train as his cock beat down my sopping wet pussy.
I am at work the next day, horny as fuck and I texted Jeff - how big was he? He laughed and said I will describe it to you. About an hour later, he sent me a picture of cast iron sewer pipe. It was this bulky looking pipe fitting that just looked like a heavy and big plumbing material. I understood the picture. I had to go to the bathroom to relieve myself later that day while at work.
We get home and I am crazy horny. I told him that I needed him to fuck me before dinner, which he did. He pushed me on the bed, pulled my (soiled and smelly) panties to the side and shoved all of his hung cock inside of me. I was ravenous and he was using me harder than ever before. I came. Hard. As a came, I grabbed the sheets and buried my head in the bed. I screamed words that I think I made up at the time. He finally flooded my thoroughly fucked pussy.
At dinner, I was on fire. All I could think about was getting fucked and maybe even getting fucked by the guy at the gym. How big was he??? Bigger than me Beth. Can I have him? Maybe. The answer of maybe from Jeff was one of the most naughty and sexual things this man had ever said to me. The energy it created in my pussy caused me to stop eating and suck his cock right there at the dining room table.
After purposely getting to know the guy at the gym, he and my husband finally took me at the same time. It was a Saturday afternoon and they took all of me. At one point I am being spit roasted by these two huge cocks and I felt like a hog on a spit. That day was heavenly, until I had trouble walking the subsequent next couple of days. For the last three years these two men made it their business to satisfy my size queen needs. A couple of other horse cock men joined over these years as well.
As a g*ft one year, my husband bought me one of those horse cock dildo’s from that ‘dragon’ company. It was the extra large version and had the colors of a horse cock. It was if I was literally fucking a horse.
I was 13 when I experienced my first penis. He was 15. We met at school and one afternoon we went to his house to play. We had no experience so we never really did anything except hand play. His penis certainly was bigger than my hand. The next few penises were much smaller. As time went on, I knew I desired what I described as a heavy penis - one with substance to it.
At 17, I had my second big penis. He was 18 and certainly had a heavy penis. He eventually took my virginity. The feeling of him stretching me is where my life as a size queen began. Over the next few years at college, a penis became a cock. Penises have sex. Cocks fuck. And I liked being fucked. I liked being fucked by large cocks to be exact. White or black, it did not matter. I was a target for older men too. Large cocks became a prerequisite to date me. These years I was a self admitted slut.
At 29, I met my husband. He was a perfect guy, perfect family, great job, great personality and yes, he was hung like a horse. The first time he fucked me I told him that I loved him! Lmao! I worshipped his horse cock.
Then one night, my husband is literally breaking my pussy apart and he says ‘Beth, I saw a guy at the gym today who has a bigger cock than mine. I thought about you trying to conquer it.’ I responded with ‘keep fucking me Jeff, but tell me more!’ He did and I came like a freight train as his cock beat down my sopping wet pussy.
I am at work the next day, horny as fuck and I texted Jeff - how big was he? He laughed and said I will describe it to you. About an hour later, he sent me a picture of cast iron sewer pipe. It was this bulky looking pipe fitting that just looked like a heavy and big plumbing material. I understood the picture. I had to go to the bathroom to relieve myself later that day while at work.
We get home and I am crazy horny. I told him that I needed him to fuck me before dinner, which he did. He pushed me on the bed, pulled my (soiled and smelly) panties to the side and shoved all of his hung cock inside of me. I was ravenous and he was using me harder than ever before. I came. Hard. As a came, I grabbed the sheets and buried my head in the bed. I screamed words that I think I made up at the time. He finally flooded my thoroughly fucked pussy.
At dinner, I was on fire. All I could think about was getting fucked and maybe even getting fucked by the guy at the gym. How big was he??? Bigger than me Beth. Can I have him? Maybe. The answer of maybe from Jeff was one of the most naughty and sexual things this man had ever said to me. The energy it created in my pussy caused me to stop eating and suck his cock right there at the dining room table.
After purposely getting to know the guy at the gym, he and my husband finally took me at the same time. It was a Saturday afternoon and they took all of me. At one point I am being spit roasted by these two huge cocks and I felt like a hog on a spit. That day was heavenly, until I had trouble walking the subsequent next couple of days. For the last three years these two men made it their business to satisfy my size queen needs. A couple of other horse cock men joined over these years as well.
As a g*ft one year, my husband bought me one of those horse cock dildo’s from that ‘dragon’ company. It was the extra large version and had the colors of a horse cock. It was if I was literally fucking a horse.
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