[M]y [F]irst size queen

Some guys are lucky in the cock size department. I was given an embarrassment of riches. After years of having women complain that my size makes rough sex difficult, I endeavored in my 21st year to seek out a woman who would be more appreciative of my cyclopean friend below my belt.

I created a Tinder profile with a few pictures of myself. I made my bio “6 feet, 9 inches. Those are two separate measurements.” My first several matches were bots. A few others were girls who were not looking for hookups. One girl I was hitting it off with, and when she finally read and processed my bio, she called me a pig and full of shit and unmatched. So it goes. I would have packed it in and called this a failed attempt. But then I found Rebekah.
Rebekah was a few years older than me, a graduate student at a nearby university. Like me, she was new to the city, she had just come to her program from Israel, I had just transferred from a school in another state. Like me, she was recently out of a bad relationship and not looking for anything serious.

God, was she perfect from her photos. Short, from the looks of it, maybe 5’1 or 5’2, with long curly black hair, deep brown doe eyes, and the kind of body Akon can’t describe without being disrespectful. She was clearly fit. One photo on her profile showed her in a yoga pose, her ass toward the camera, round, firm, and large in proportion to her body. A beach shot reveal she was not built bottom heavy.. I would have guessed from the bikini picture that she was an E cup. She new goddamned well what she was doing putting those pictures on her profile. The caption on the beach pic even said “my eyes are up here.”

I kept the conversation PG and flirty, opening with a pun based on her name. We talked about her love for yoga, her grad program, and some bars in the area. Finally she was the one to bring up my profile.

“9 inches, huh? Must be something to see?”

I told her it was, but she’d have to find out in person.

“It’s tempting. So fucking tempting. But I have work I must have completed by the morning.”

I asked her if she didn’t have time to go out for one single cup of coffee, just to know each other.

“I don’t have time to go out… But I do have coffee at my apartment.”

She was staying in graduate student housing not far from my apartment. I put on a button up and a pair of tight fighting jeans, grabbed a condom and a small tube of lube, and went for the door.
She was waiting outside, smoking a cigarette. Wearing a sundress with a low cut top, her hair back in a no nonsense ponytail. Unlike her pictures, she wore dark rimmed glasses, which gave her a whole Hot-For-Teacher vibe I dug.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so tall,” she smiled, giving me a hug.

“I said six foot in my profile,” I shrugged.

“yes, but men lie on the internet all the time,” she said with a bit of a smirk. “Glad to see you are honest.” We sat in the semi-public picnic area for a short time, mostly talking about school related topics. Finally she leaned in and said “you should kiss me. Because I am about to invite you upstairs. I would like to know if we have chemistry first. Because the biggest cock in the world won’t save you if there is no spark.”

I leaned in, placing my lips to hers softly at first, then more aggressively, pulling her closer to me. I pulled back, waited for her response. “Oh well,” she shrugged, “it was worth a shot, you were awful nice to come all this way,” she teased and acted as though she were walking away. She looked over her shoulder, “Are you coming or what”
We moved quickly to her apartment. Her roommate was home which made for some awkward conversation as Rebekah shooed me into her room. She shut her door and told me to sit on the bed. She put the stereo on loud and then straddled me. “Fuck, I hope you don’t disappoint me,” she whispered in my ear before kissing my neck. I pulled her into a kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth as she began ti grind against me. I pressed upward, wanting her to feel my cock growing hard in my jeans. “Does that feel disappointing?” I asked. She didn’t answer. She instead slid to the floor, giggling as she played with my jeans. It did not take her long to get them off, and my boxer briefs as well. Her eyes lit up as if she had just gotten the best birthday present of her life.
“it’s glorious,” she said, stroking it and kissing the tip. She took me in her mouth slowly, bobbing her head and humming. It did not take me long to achieve full arousal. I grabbed her, pulling her back into the bed. Pinning her I raised the fabric of her dress and slid down her underwear, revealing a perfectly shaved target zone. I slipped first two then three fingers into her, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She bit my neck and stroked me as I fingered her. My free hand slipped the condom out of my shirt pocket and handed it to her. She eagerly affixed it.

“I do not have time for anymore nicey nice,” she laughed. “Put that thing in me. Now.”
“Are you sure,” I said, my hand on my cock, teasing her with my head. Wanting her to beg.
She spread her legs wider. “now.” she demanded. I obliged. She gasped “fucked,” clearly winded. In a high pitched whine she begged me not to hold back. I did not, fucking her with long, deep, powerful thrusts. Gradually building speed. She reached climax rather quickly, and once she regained composure she begged me to move faster. I lifted her legs toward her breasts and unleashed a volley of just savage thrusting, the kind that would have made any girl I’d slept with prior tap out. She loved it. God only knows where she stored my cock with her short frame, but she seemed built for it.
After she came again she asked if she could ride for awhile. I obliged. She sat up, clearly still in awe of what I could do to her. She let the fabric of her dress fall and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were even larger than I had anticipated, her nipples small and a light pink color. One was pierced, as was her navel.
Trembling, she lowered herself. “Fuck you have a good dick,” she gasped as we both watched her sink lower on it. She muttered something else in a language I didn’t speak. Then she began to ride, leaning back, using her wide hips expertly.I let her take control for a bit, more than happy to caress her fantastic breasts and let her do the work.
“Are you just going to lay there?” She teased. So I grabbed her hips closer and began to thrust upward, matching her rhythm. We went faster and faster, the orgasm building deep in my balls. We reached climax together, both moaning nonsense words in each other’s ears. She rolled off of me.
“I haven’t been fucked like that since i came to the states” she cooed, her curly hair forming a halo around her head. “God, it’s nice to have a guy with a big cock again.” She lay there peacefully for a few more minutes than sprang up “I must get back to work,” she said, “You won’t hold it against me if I don”t walk you out.”
I stumbled to my feet and pulled my clothes back on. We agreed that we had to do this again, and soon.
I passed her roommate in the living room. She was drinking a cup of tea and smiling at me as I walked pass. I barely was able to get out a sentence and went on my way.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6cimzk/my_first_size_queen