My [F]irst [M]onster Cock

Hi, my name is Ashleigh and I’m a size queen. Now, that doesn’t mean I’m an elitist. If I only fucked huge dicks, I would barely ever get laid. I just prefer a penis size that most women would find to be uncomfortable or outright painful. But some of the best sex I’ve ever had was from average sized guys. Being a “size queen”, to me, means the bigger you are, the more likely I am to fuck you for the sake of fucking you. This story is how I learned that I really do love monsters.

By the end of high school, I had sex with 29 different guys. It was a lot, but it was spread out over time and over social groups (theater, stoners, tennis). Some were just once, some were quite a few times. Now I was 5’5”, tan with short dark blonde hair, 105lb and athletic, with a 32D bra, so if I wanted to get with a willing guy, I could get him. I was (and am) a very sexual person, so I took advantage of this: I had 3 or 4 FWB who I could fool around with at any time, and if someone new caught my eye, I would fuck him too. I kept track of it all in a little book, and realized that I liked the bigger dicks. I felt fuller and more satisfied.

One day I was smoking a bowl and eating ice cream with my best friend “Spence”, and I said to him “*I want a really huge cock*I ”. I had lost my virginity to Spence, but it didn’t last. We stayed platonic friends, and he was one of the only people who knew the depth of my sluttiness.

Me: *I want a big one. A really big one.*

Him: *A big 30 for your big 30?*

We laugh and he lists off some guys he knows. I trust him.

Him: *… and [Peter] is like a foot long*

Me: *Nobody is a foot long. I’m a classy lady,* as I light up another bowl, *but I’ve seen enough porn to know what size actually is.*

Him: *No, Peter is seriously that big. When we smack each other in the face with our dicks, his really hurts.*

Based on this strange, homoerotic locker room confession, I was at least intrigued. This was a big high school in a medium sized town, so I knew Peter, but only as a weird nerdy guy. He was maybe 6 feet tall, skinny, pale with brown hair. He had only recently learned how to dress enough to be a little bit attractive. I wouldn’t have gone after him on my own, but I wanted to investigate. He had dated girls, so I wasn’t going in on an ultravirgin, but I doubt anything had progressed past “heavy petting”. And I really did trust Spence. Plus I expected at the time that Spence was gay, and he later did come out, so it made sense that Spence knew about dick size.

I tried stalking Peter a little, but he wore nothing but cargo shorts and polos. Probably tighty whities under his gym shorts, so nothing visual obvious. I didn’t want to say anything to his exes, and they were both kind of stuck up bitches.

The next weekend, I got my chance. I was at a party at a friend with “cool” (read irresponsible) parents, and Peter was somehow also there. After a few bad drinks, I saw my chance as he went into the guest bathroom: I would just walk in “by mistake” and check it out. I sat at the door, waited for the sound of pee to stop, then credit carded the lock. I meant to just look and say sorry, but something else came out.
Me: *Holy shit, they weren’t kidding.*
His dick was halfway down his leg. Bigger flaccid and scared than most of the other guys I had seen hard. He frantically tried to pull up his tighty whities (knew it). Peter said, with the awkwardness of a guy who had probably been bullied for a long time, “*Who put you up to this?*”

I was always nice, but I was usually smoother than how I replied. I was seriously mesmerized by a cock that size.

Me: *Do you realize how big your dick is?*

Him: *Well all the guys say it’s big. I don’t have much comparison because I try not to look…*

Me: Patting his face. *…Shut up for a second. What do you want to do with it?*

He looks me in the eyes and shrugs, so I grab his shirt and start kissing him. First thought: Good. He has done this before. I was wearing a lacey skirt (from Abercrombie I think), so I could feel a huge bulge against my leg. I pull down his underwear, get his shorts off his shoes, and take off my shirt. His eyes go straight to my tits and I feel his cock extend underneath my skirt all the way between my ass cheeks. It’s like straddling a playground pole. I soaked through my thong. I’m ready to bend over in that guest bathroom and make Peter a man.

Me: *Do you want me?*

Him: *Oh yeah. Do you have a condom?*

Me: *Honey, I don’t know if there is a condom that size.*

I didn’t expect this. Now I was on birth control and clean, but I couldn’t explain that to Peter while still straddling his cock. So I step off and finally get a look at the **MONSTER**. Wine bottle, spray paint can, my forearm… That is how long it was. It wasn’t quite as thick as a beer can (maybe Coors), but I could barely fit the head in my mouth. Even then, it was “just the tip”, and I had room for both hands and more on his huge veiny shaft.

I let go to get some lotion from the sink, and his cock slaps on his chest, practically to his nipples. He was surpringly fit, so there was an audible slap when it hit. I stretch my jaw, rub some lotion on my hands, and see what I can do. I normally don’t like blowjobs. But the challenge of trying to handle that cock was enough. I was into it. I couldn’t get past the head so I tried the shaft with my mouth, I still remember the taste of the rose petal lotion. It wasn’t that much time, but I came a little, just trying to wrap my mind and my mouth around this cock. After a bit, Peter said “*Oh, I’m going to jizz!*” (and jizz is a very unsexy word, so I remember it).

I shove his head as far as I can into my mouth. The first blast hits my throat hard so I pull it out, but he’s not done. I keep stroking near the base and Peter kept cumming: a shot on my face, a shot on my chest. I could tell he was trying not to hit me, so one went over my shoulder and hit the shower about six feet away. It must have been at least fifteen shots of cum, and my face and chest were covered. I didn’t used to like the “cumslut” thing (I’m not a pornstar), but holy shit that was hot. Trying to wrangle that monster cock and being covered in cum was one of the sexiest feelings I ever had.

Peter: *Sorry, I didn’t mean to get it all over you.*

I stand up, a little bit of my own juice under my panties sticking to the floor. I grab a towel and wipe off my face. Steal some mouthwash. I kiss him on the cheek.
Me: *You don’t know how talented you really are. Let’s keep this going, but don’t make it weird.*
We get each others’ cell numbers. I tell him I need to clean up a little more. I wipe the cum off his can of Natty Light and hand it to him as he walks out of the bathroom. I wash my face and chest, and I clean up the floor. I leave the splatter on the shower. I’m still so wound up, I jill off in the tub before I go back to the party.

And don’t worry, I’m not done with Peter. **PART II** of this story when I actually fuck him is coming right up.

And PS: At a later time, I measured his dick with an Ikea paper measure tape. 10.5 inches on the top from his stomach to the end, a hair under 7.25” around. When measured on the bottom, testes to tip, the way so guys can claim they’re longer: **One foot** on the dot. Peter wasn’t lying.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4sczbj/my_first_monster_cock