Sorting my problems [MF]

I have a problem. Oh, I know, lot of you are going to say well lie down and let me fix it for you. Or perhaps, well, we have a lot of psychologists to help these days. It’s not those kinds of problems, well, maybe not.

My problem is that I am 6’3″ tall. I have long legs that go from the ground all the way up to my ass, a 38″ breast, 26″ waist and 38″ hip measurements. Big tits, narrow waist and broad hips just like guys want them, something soft to lay on while they’re fucking. I played basketball in high school and college, but didn’t make the WNBL. I just wasn’t up to their level and they can play, believe me. I’m not a bad player, not that they were that much better, or faster, or more skillful ball handling than me, but, I think, while my anticipation while good, was never great. I could never read a game like some of my teammates could. Oh well, guess science is my future, not sport. Cosmology, to be precise.

But that is not what this is about. My problem is a small one. Well, it’s a big one erm…one or the other. Nah. Look, start from the beginning. Also, rule is “no names to protect the innocent and the guilty alike” in my story.

In high school I excelled at basketball, Math and Science. My other grades were good but Math and the Sciences were my real academic strengths. Biology and Chemistry were okay, I got good grades in them but it was Physics that I was outstanding in. My height and my brains made me, well not a pariah, but someone to stay away from. That and the fact I wouldn’t put up with too much bullshit from the boys who would bother me from time to time. I had been teased about my height early in junior high, when I started growing, but it seemed to peak in my sophomore year in high school. By then I was a strong part of the starting line up in the school’s girls basketball team, which earned me some respect.

Apart from one other female on the team, and one of the cheerleaders, they were girlfriends, the rest of the team and cheerleaders would be bragging about fucking someone, one of the jocks usually, brainless turds mostly. I think they all thought I was a lez too, I was never interested in either actually. I went to college a virgin. Didn’t last long, but I started a virgin as a freshman. Pretty soon, I was dating one of the guys from the football team, mostly seniors. We fucked once, but he was such a poor starter, he barely got his dick in before he cum all over me. (The sting here was he started rubbishing me so I went to one of the gossips and gave her my side, telling her he was a “considerate lover”, he cums quick and gets off, while wagging my little finger. She got it and he didn’t last long, he dropped out after that. Well fuck him, if he had better manners it wouldn’t have happened, he was only a second stringer anyway.)

Mom had me get an implant before my senior year at high school, renewed before leaving for college. She encouraged me to make sure I had a good supply of condoms. I told her wasn’t necessary, but her reply was simple, “Soon, a boy is going to come along and press every button for you. I just don’t want you to end up with an unwanted present.” Well, she was right, I thought this guy was the answer to my dreams, but that didn’t last beyond the first fuck. I foolishly didn’t bother with the condoms, but soon realized how right Mom was. If I was going to fuck, the implant will help against unexpected surprises. After I learned, however, we have one of the highest rates of chlamydia in the world, I wanted condoms. Never fucked again without one – well hardly ever – but that was a special case – well okay you got me.

What happened was this. One of the guys on the men’s basketball team asked me out on a date. He was 6’8″ a whole five inches taller than me, a key member of the starting line up, whereas I was on the girls squad. Freshmen don’t tend to get a lot of court time unless they were something special and that wasn’t me. We went on this date and he was a nice enough guy, and that first night, nothing happened, nor the second, nor the third, not for a few more dates. At first, I was wondering about him, then realized that okay, I’m tall and he’s taller. We made a striking pair, wherever we went, people would stare. They would recognize him, mostly, and few would recognize me, women, no man would, but it was known that we were dating.

Fortunately, I was living off campus, sharing an apartment with a friend who was working in the city, so I could have a room, kitchen, shower, everything to myself almost. (My roomie went to my high school and was also in the basketball squad. Her family had money so all I needed was to chip in for rent and utilities.) I managed to drag him back to my room, my roommate disappearing into the wild because I asked her to, with the intent of him fucking me. Oh, since the first time I had sex, I tried it with some other guys and was getting better at it, even sucked some cocks, got licked and enjoyed it, mostly. I got him to explain why he delayed so long to try and get me into the sack. He said there were two reasons, the first was that he was unsure if I wanted to go that far. A white girl dating a black dude was not always an invitation for sex, he’d found and was a little gun shy, but he liked me so kept asking me out. I thought he was sweet but definitely wrong, besides, no-one else’s business but ours anyway.

“And the second?” I asked when he stopped.

“You sure you want to know?” he asked me. Confused a little I said, “Yeah, I wouldn’t ask otherwise!”

“Okay,” he kissed me. He gently kissed me with kindness, passion, genuine respect and a concentration I had not experienced before. I mean, he was there, all there, focusing his attention on me. We had made out a bit before, but not like this. My nipples grew hard and my puss just swelled at the touch of his lips. “Wow!” I gasped after we broke, “That was some kiss.” I kissed him back, getting that same feeling and I knew this was going to get me laid tonight. I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to have his dick in me.

I started to undo the belt on his chinos, then unzipped the flies, opening his pants. I reached down and ran my hand under the elastic of his boxers, making sure he knew exactly what I wanted. There was nothing subtle in this, I wanted to fuck, simple as that. Then I felt the skin of his dick, well I was expecting his dick. I grabbed something and it moved, but it wasn’t just hot, and soft and getting hard, it was fucking moving. It was pulling my hand down his leg. It startled me, really, it was alive! That wasn’t a dick, that was a fucking snake! I had to get a look at this piece of BBC!

I pulled his chinos off his ass, grabbing his tenting boxers and sliding them off as best I could around this tower that was forming in them. It jumped out at me when the boxers released it. It was fucking huge! I rather timorously reached out to take a hold of it, stunned by its size. I felt the heat of it, the underlying swelling of it, the silken slickness of this soft-hard, deeply dark weapon. I ran my hand up it to this dark purple knob, which I could just get my hand around.

“And that’s the second reason,” he said. “Too many girls look at it, just about faint and I end up mostly with hand jobs.”

I haven’t had that many dicks, but I wasn’t going to be fazed by this one. “Is your tongue the same?” I asked. He laughed, “Not quite.” I bent down over his dick and licked it, then kissed it, trying to slide it into my mouth. I knew I wasn’t going to get a whole lot of it in, but I tried. I was able to get the knob in and run my tongue over the hole and down around the ridge, looking for the inverted V of his knob. God it was wonderful, having that in my mouth, I really wondered what it was going to be like in my pussy, my tiny, pretty, pink pussy. Fuck! I thought, It wasn’t going to be tiny for much longer! I couldn’t wait to try it!

I got him to undress me, kissing me, sucking my tits, then licking my puss, just to get me ready, well okay, it was a bonus, I was wet enough to accommodate that dick anyway, I thought. His tongue might not be as long but he knew how to use it, a skill he picked up with the girls he could eat but not fuck. It seems both black and white girls were frightened off by that tool and I can’t say I blame them. Some of them would come back for his tongue but that wasn’t enough for him.

Here I made three mistakes. The first was trying to put the condom on. I tried to put it on him and broke it. He tried to put it on him and he broke it. Not that the condoms wouldn’t stretch enough, just the technique we use to put them on was wrong. There was also a concern for me in that if he put it on successfully, would it be too tight? A short term stretch is okay for a condom, but how comfortable is it for a huge dick to be wrapped up in tight latex like that? We’d used the last of the condoms I had, so then I made my second mistake. I let him fuck me, bareback.

We lay in a missionary position, my knees up around my ears, and he’s mounting me. I could feel his dick prodding my pussy, then it caught on my love tunnel. He got the knob in, and then slowly slid up into me. I had broken my hymen years before, even before I had my first fuck, with a candle and it didn’t hurt at all. I think mainly because of the stretching and other exercises that would inevitably spread my legs, but my vagina was still tight. This, however, this massive tool invading my cunny was different. It was huge and filling me, stretching me like I had never been stretched before. The Californian black snake was doing untold damage to my pussy! It was really uncomfortable at first, then it became seriously painful. He had to pull out, I just couldn’t take it.

I cried in relief as he pulled out, with him apologizing over and over for hurting me. I stopped him by kissing him silent. I told him that yeah, it fucking hurt, but I had never had a dick that big before; and I wanted to try it. I also told him that pussies are supposed to stretch, so a little practice and some artificial assistance would help. He looked puzzled at that, but I distracted him by asking him if he liked my sucking his knob. He smiled and nodded, so I obliged him.

It wasn’t easy either, he’s just too fucking big. But I did the best I could, tickling as much of his knob as I could with my tongue, the inside of my lips getting to lap at the underside of his dick. I tickled his balls, big globes hanging from the base of his cock. It took a while, with several breaks to rest my jaws, but I got there. I gave him my first ever blow job and this was my third mistake. I had his knob in my mouth and he was saying he’s getting closer, and he was gunna cum! I just kept going, and my mouth was filled with his juice. I didn’t know what to expect and lifted off his knob in surprise. Mistake number three. I had a shot in my mouth, then lifted off and got a second shot all over my face. I mean, all over my face, there was so much cum there it went fucking everywhere. I turned my head away and got a third shot in my ear and all over the side of my head. There was so fucking much of it! I tried to get out of the way but was too late and one shoulder and my tits were covered in drips and the juice of his last shot. It was like he was pissing semen.

I couldn’t believe it! I mean, I’d seen pornos where the guy seems to cum a lot, but this was like I was showering in it. I had his cum all over my bed, on the bed head, the pillows, the sheets. It was in my hair, stinging my eyes, all over my face and tits, I could feel it dribbling down my back even. Fuck me! I asked him if it was always like that, he replied, “Pretty much, but if I knew we were going to have sex I would have had a pull to get rid of some of that excess.” I was surprised, but then thought about it for a moment and said, “Don’t ever do that for me. I think I love it. I think I know what a cum slut is now and I’m it!” We laughed.

I went into the bathroom to shower and clean up, glad I could share an apartment, rather than a dorm. I looked in the mirror at this gorgeous girl covered in this now somewhat crusty pearly sheen. If it hadn’t been for the hair, I might have thought she was a pearly, wingless angel. I got him to join me, and he hit his head on the rail of the shower curtain. He had ducked down, but not enough. We were in the shower with water running over us and even on the slack his dick was still fucking huge. I stroked him, adding a bit of soap, I stroked him some more. It grew again, and I watched it turn from a seven inch short section of two inch hose to this twelve inch by four inch concrete pipe. I had that in me? No wonder it fucking hurt. Being in bed with him, wet as I was, nothing had really prepared me for its dimensions, I tell you. I continued to pull his dick and he cried he was cumming again, and again there was this stream of cum. It might not have been as much as it had been earlier, but I couldn’t tell the difference. Glad the water was washing it down rather than it be over everything inside the shower stall. What would my roomie think?

We got out the shower, dried ourselves off and went back to the bedroom. I grabbed clean sheets and put them to the side of the bed, thinking that if we do this again, I didn’t want to spray the clean sheets with cum. Before we went any further, I got to road test his tongue. His tongue wasn’t as long as his dick, that was true, but that didn’t matter. He made me cum in pretty quick time. He did this thing with my clit, holding it, scissored by his pointer and index fingers, held up, and lapped with his tongue and bottom lip. I was in heaven, cumming twice in very quick succession. It took me a little while, he had given me so much pleasure, I held him and kissed him. We lay on the bed, getting my breath back holding each other. That too was just a really pleasant and pleasurable experience.

I didn’t try to get him to cum again that night. When I did change the sheets later, I looked at the mattress, jeezzuus, there was this still mostly wet stain that looked like a map of the world, it was fucking huge. If I didn’t know it’s origin, I would think the person sleeping on it was a bed-wetter. We sat on the bed and I grabbed my laptop. Looking on line, I went to Amazon and looked for masturbation toys. He asked me what I was doing and I told him that I wanted a big dildo to practice on as I actually didn’t have one then. Amazon had a 9″ dildo, but it was only an inch thick. I wanted something bigger. I tried AliBaba, but that was no good either. I shopped around to a number of sites and sex stores until I found what I was looking for. A local company, shipping the next business day. I placed an order and it turned up the following Tuesday, delivered by FedEx.

For the next week I tried to get that thing inside me, getting further and deeper every day. Oh it was painful at first, but the puss is designed to stretch and stretch it did. My roommate was out with her boyfriend again on the Saturday, after a game, my man came to mine and we finally fucked properly. Still not successfully getting a condom on him. Didn’t matter, though, he was clean, as was I, doing the deed several times. Loved it! It was… erm, fulfilling, yes, I was full because it was filling me up. I can’t explain how much delight that dick gave me, it was fucking huge and wonderful. I can still feel it, sliding into me, pushing apart my labia, stretching my puss. Initially, even after using the dildo for almost a week, it was uncomfortable, but the third time he fucked me that night, the next morning actually, he stayed the night, I was ready, willing and so able! I came with his cock in me, doing it doggy style, me masturbating while he was drilling me. He said afterward that my snatch grabbed him so hard he felt it all the way along his cock. I think if I hadn’t already been filled with his semen from his first time fucking me that night, I might have broken it.

My roomie had come in by then and she was so jealous when I told her about it later. She had never had a dick that big either. The noise I was making made her masturbate, she said, even then, she called her guy over and he had to fuck her otherwise she would likely have jumped into bed with us, she said. Not really, I knew, but while it never happened, I did think about it. We came close once, she was in her room fucking her guy and I was in my room being deliciously fucked by mine. She made sure we knew she was being fucked, she told me later over coffee. I had to laugh at the brazenness of it, but I liked her anyway.

Towards the end of the basketball season, the men’s team was doing okay, one game behind the leader. All season the leaders were counted as the team most likely to win the Conference, but they pulled a shocker, losing to a much lower ranked team. Our guys were equal on wins, they had a chance, but they had to win all their games and one of them against the former leaders. I told him that if the team was to win the Conference, I’d let him fuck me up the ass. This gave me just enough time to prepare so I bought a butt plug and wore it incessantly, except when playing or training. I showed it to him, while it was in place, letting him know I was serious, so he rose to the occasion. Off his own strengths, he shot game high scores for every match, stole more balls than anyone else in the team, got more court time than anyone else and single-handedly, lifted the team to a Conference win. That promise cost me, not just my ass virginity, but him as well, as it turned out.

At the first night after the season completed, I let him fuck me in the ass. I did the diet thing, low residue and used a couple of micro-enemas to flush my ass out, unpleasant but it worked. With an automatic entry into Mad March, that was the only night I could fuck him without getting into trouble. (That thing about sex the night before a big game, is bullshit, well I think so anyway, but he took his coach’s instructions seriously.) I told him, no spanking the monkey, I wanted a full four day load at least, more if he could avoid masturbating. I lubed myself and his cock, then got on my back. He lifted my legs and carefully aimed his cock to the right place. I felt it pushing against my asshole, so I relaxed, tried not to tighten in anticipation. His knob passed in through the ring of muscle and I could feel him stretching it too. He kept feeding me his dick, going deeper and deeper like it was never going to stop. He fucked me, gently, like he always did, knowing that tool could do a lot of damage. I wanted him in me, I wanted him fucking my butt, in and out. He kept this up as I deliberately concentrated on keeping it open and relaxed for him. He got faster as he got closer to cumming. He fucked my ass while I masturbated with a small vibrator I had bought. I came round his cock, my asshole grabbing it hard, then I demanded he cum all over me. He got closer and closer, his movements becoming more strident and as I cum, he yelled he was cumming. He pulled out and shot his bolt!

Cum he did! I got a full week’s worth he told me later, giving me the most glorious night we had ever had. The first hot, sticky string hit me in the face, un-fucking-believable! It had to be at least three feet from the end of his dick to my chin and he got me on the forehead, my nose, over my mouth, chin! His second shot landed on my tits, and his third and forth shots covered between my tits and my belly button. I loved the slimy layer of cum all over my face and torso. I dipped my fingers in it and licked it off. I smeared it all over me, relishing the feeling of complete abandon, complete rebellion that came with that. Then the pain hit, I had managed it before, but not any longer. The downside was that even with a butt plug stretching it thoroughly, I was still fucking sore for days afterward.

For the rest of the semester, we fucked at every opportunity. I got better at sucking his dick and wore his cum like a pearly mask and coat on several occasions. He would fill my pussy, sometimes my ass if I was feeling masochistic enough, with his precious juice and it would seep out making a real puddle on the sheets. Then came the end of the year.

I was being a sophomore the next semester but he was a senior. The inevitable happened, his efforts at the end of the season got him drafted into the NBA and went east. I missed his dick, I missed being covered in his cum. I don’t want to sound heartless, but I don’t think I missed him as much as his cock and juices.

This leads me now to the problem I thought I had. No one on any of the teams was anywhere near as big as he was. No one came as close. I stopped using the big dildo because of this but it made no difference. Some of those later cocks I had were nice but just not what I wanted. I didn’t go back to using the dildo, I didn’t want to stay hooked on old memories. What I thought was a secondary problem arose but it is my real problem I now understand. I tried to get these new guys to move, but they were lumps, hard to move. I thought about it a bit and understood that my guy was as light as a feather. He was big, tall, broad shouldered, but wiry, and I don’t think he weighed as much as me. He wasn’t skinny, he was well muscled, but for some trick of nature, he was light and strong, he could easily pick me up, which he did several times while fucking me in a standing position. No-one else has ever done that. I got him once in a 69 position, upright, I was carrying him, his dick in my mouth, well some of it, while he was upside down licking my clit. The ridiculousness of it got us both and I nearly dropped him laughing as we were. What a headline that would have been, “Star Player Breaks Neck When Dropped by Girlfriend While in a 69’er!”

None of the new guys were as tall either. It was a disappointing year. The next year I thought about it a bit more and this is where we get to my real problem. I’m 6’3″ tall and I like really big dicks. I find though I like to be able to toss my guys around a better turn on. I like to be able to manipulate them into positions without having to make a huge amount of effort. I like to lift them off the bed while they’re fucking me. The problem I’m seeing is that guys like this and are my height are very few and far between. Also, shorter guys are seriously intimidated by my height so won’t even approach me. I must admit to a bit of desperation here now. I did buy a smaller dildo, it’s not the same, but it allowed my puss to shrink a little, or tighten up a bit, whatever.

I was at a loss as to what to do next. I wanted to fuck, but had no one to fuck that could make me happy I think. Then I noticed one of the girls on the cheerleading squad was giving me the eye. She was only 5’6″ if that. Okay, she didn’t have a dick, but that could be fixed with a strap on. I stopped then, was I thinking of fucking a girl? The thought had never entered my mind, until then. What could I do? What did I do? Maybe, another day.

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