I know the internet is riddled with stories written by men about how every woman wants to get fucked by a humungous cock. La dee da. Thankfully, I’m a woman and I know better, and I am sorry to burst your bubble gentlemen – but sometimes too big is just way too big.
I once had a close guy friend – let’s just saw he was from a non-Arabic speaking Middle Eastern country. We had been friends for years and had gotten really close, but never really ‘consummated’ the friendship as I sometimes did with other close male friends. He was attracted to me but I had friend-zoned him and just didn’t think of him that way. He wasn’t physically particularly my type, even though he was a handsome young brown man, well-educated, and from a good family. And even though he was tall, he was a little too skinny for me and that made me feel self-conscious.
Girls I knew had a crush on him, which made him an even bigger no-no.
Because we were so close, he would often confide in me about how much he wanted to fuck me. He’d get turned on and we’d laugh about it, and he’d constantly try to arrange for us to be alone somewhere together. I’d constantly refuse. I was worried it would affect our relationship. He never EVER disrespected me or laid an uninvited hand on me, but he would tell me about his desires, and I’d let him.
I’d also confide in him back, and talk to him about the men I was sleeping with. He’d get jealous and exclaim “WHY NOT ME!!!!”. I knew he loved me, as a friend. I knew he’d never harm me, or jeopardise my reputation. And I knew he really REALLY wanted it. So eventually, I agreed – but quite reluctantly. His family was out of town at some point and we managed to have his apartment to ourselves, and we took the opportunity to be alone.
We sat on the couch and laughed together at our imminent sexual encounter. We agreed on a few things, including if kissing would be involved. Of course, I thought… it turns me on!
We started frolicking and, being a little dominant when it comes to first-time sex, I quickly laid him down and got on top of him. I kissed his chest and licked his belly, then started unbuckling his pants. His cock already looked like it was suffocating under the tightness of his clothes, but I never ever imagined what he’d be hiding under there.
I pulled his pants and underwear down, and a huge cock sprung out like a caged anaconda. Holy shit, I thought, what the fuck is this!?
I had never seen a cock so big in my life. I had assumed a lot of the men in porn were just anomalies or were wearing prosthetics. And my friend was so skinny! It looked completely out of place and even more gigantic by virtue of his build.
“What the fuck dude! What have you been hiding under your pants this whole time?!”, I announced, a little worried.
“What? What’s wrong?”, he said, looking genuinely perplexed.
“Your cock! It’s too big! It’s not going to fit!”
“What! No! Yes it will! It will fit!” He was starting to sound hesitant.
“No man. I like my tight pussy. This isn’t going to fit, and even if it does, I don’t want it to.”
He looked baffled. I don’t think he’d ever expected I’d say that, but it was my honest knee-jerk reaction. We argued about it a little for a while, and we eventually agreed to give it a shot, but it had to be missionary style.
My pussy was wet and I was horny. I spread my legs to him invitingly, but I was apprehensive of the impending pain. I looked at his massive cock and thick head as he approached my opening, and noticed how even his dickhead was too thick – it didn’t have enough of a pointed tip to help stretch me out and ease its entry. “Please go slow”, I told him.
He pushed gently forward, and what felt like a baseball bat suddenly tried to drive itself into me, unable to find a point of entry.
He pulled back and tried again, this time his hardness stretching me ever so slightly, my lips straining to take his girth. “FUCK! NO! IT HURTS SO MUCH DUDE!”, I exclaimed.
“What! No! Wait, let me try again.”
He tried a couple more times, but by then, I had gotten really nervous, and the pain was intensifying. He was ripping me open beyond my young vagina’s abilities. I had to stop him.
“You can’t give me blue balls like that!”, he pleaded in between his failed attempts.
“I’ll suck you off, but that cock is not going anywhere near my pussy. It’s precious to me. Just…relax. I’ll make it up to you.”
He laid down, and I held his cock with both of my hands. I looked at it in wonderment, and remarked that I’d need many more hands to be able to hold it all. We both giggled. I slowly started to lick his head, gently rubbing his shaft with both hands. When I tried to suck his cock, I couldn’t fit more than about a quarter of it in my mouth, but I ate him defiantly – like a hard dripping popsicle. I let him fuck my mouth and hands, bobbing my head rhythmically to the stroke of my hands. I tried my best to emulate what it would feel like for him to be completely inside a warm, wet pussy… knowing full well that he’d be hard pressed to ever find one that could fit him whole.
I let him cum on my face and tits, which didn’t take him long. He looked so relieved at the end, and I felt glad that I had managed to pleasure him.
Of course, I know better now than to think a big cock will stretch me out. I’ve found that out by pleasuring plenty of big cocks since then.
We remained friends but never slept together again. I haven’t heard from him in years, but I often think about his wife, who must be having a really “hard” time 😉
Author: DazzyDee
[FM] Fucking guys in parking lots
I grew up literally unable to have sex on a normal bed, like normal people. In the Middle East, finding space for intimacy as an unmarried girl was nearly impossible. You’re not allowed to rent an apartment or a hotel room without a marriage contract – and forget about doing it in each other’s bedrooms. I can’t think of a single Middle Eastern parent who would have been okay with leaving their son or daughter alone in a bedroom with a love interest. At least not in my social circles.
But we all know that never stopped anyone.
One way or another, I had to fuck. And I had no choice but to find ways to do so in public spaces. I became very familiar with specific nooks and crannies around town, or in the building where I lived. Places where nobody would neither see nor suspect me. Which means sometimes, it had to happen almost in plain sight.
[F] Indecent pool use
When I was younger, I was a swimmer. I’ve loved it since I was a child, and always signed up to swimming practice, even when we lived in Canada. I remember I’d be the first one to jump in the pool of our building when it opened for summer. It was usually sometime in June, and it would often still be quite cold outside, but I didn’t care. I’d be waiting at the pool gates, shivering, but excited.
When we moved to the Middle East, I was in “pool heaven”. It was summer all fucking year and I could swim all the time, anytime. I literally grew up by the pool. By the time I got to high school, I was in my school’s Varsity Swimming Team and became a swimming instructor. I kept swimming throughout my university years and late 20’s, no matter where I was living in the world. I made sure to look for apartments to rent in buildings that had an all-year swimming pool, so I could keep “fit” 😉
[F] I gave guys handjobs in cinemas all over the world
I grew up in the Middle East where it was very difficult to find privacy with a guy before marriage. You have to have a marriage contract and all to even be able to rent a room at a hotel. It was even harder for guys to find women who would be willing to be touched, let alone fucked (at least without having to pay for it). But I was a horny and able young woman, so I found ways. Over the course of my sexual past, I developed a taste for having sex in public places, even though it was immeasurably more dangerous than just sneaking into someone’s home. But we had very little choice, and I loved cock. So one of these ways was going to the cinema.
In the Middle East, there are often “VIP” screens or seating areas at the cinema, and they tend to be a little more secluded. We often had to go with other friends, as a group, so that we would not have to be asked for proof of how we are related to the boys we’re with. That’s how it started. First, I would take romantic interests or men I was sexually attracted to, and just wank them off quietly, in the dark. If I was with girlfriends, they’d likely be doing the same to their men too. Eventually I became good at seeming absolutely motionless, just sitting there watching the movie. But my hand would be happily and sensually stroking their cocks until they couldn’t hold their load anymore. Sometimes, I’d bring a hoodie or coat especially for that purpose. I was able to whip one out in any open theatre. I became good at hiding my hand under someone’s pants, and I loved to watch them panic a little over where they were going to cum. I couldn’t bend down and let them cum in my mouth, it would have been too obvious I feared, even though I would have loved to.
One time, one of the guys just leaned forward and blew his load on the seat in front of him, as a knee-jerk reaction. I loved looking at the cum as it dripped down the back of the seat in front of us when all the lights came back on and we had to make our way out. Even though I always did my best to clean it up before we left, I wondered if the staff at the cinema would have known what the goop was as they cleared the aisles, when everyone left.
I travelled far and wide and have since left my “mark” on cinemas across the world, it’s one of the most exciting things for me to do when I’m abroad. And the more dangerous, the better.