0 comments/ 222127 views/ 70 favorites Claire's 'Big' Bad Boy By: Julia K Claire had been sexually frustrated in her marriage for quite some time. At the time that the events of the previous summer transpired, she and Greg had been married for five years. After an initial 'honeymoon' period of one or two years, the lustre had faded considerably. From the perspective of her girlfriends, however, she had it all: a caring, doting husband who was not only handsome but rich as well. Yet behind the picture perfect facade was a marriage that yielded neither passion nor excitement. It was a case of the sum was not equal to the parts: individually both Claire and Greg were lovely people; as a couple, however, their union lacked that essential spark, both emotionally and physically. For Claire, the fact that her marriage was also emotionally flat only exacerbated the lack of sexual shortcomings of the relationship. She found her husband far too accommodating, too passive, and too lacking in ego to ever cause her heart to go pitter-patter, or her panties to dampen like they had in the beginning. Though her husband was physically beautiful, the brutal truth of the situation was that his "appointment" left her wanting. She was a highly sexed woman, and her frustrations were twofold: sex was not only uninspired and repetitive, but Greg's size was such that intercourse was unfulfilling. She knew from having had past lovers with larger erections that the loose, 'un-stretched' sensation she experienced with her husband was not all there was for her to experience. His length was such that he failed to touch her in places that she needed to be touched. To be sure, her feelings of frustration and lack of fulfillment caused her a significant amount of guilt -- it was no one's fault. Yet she could not ignore those feelings. Though an unfortunate match in many ways, the two of them were equal in terms of their attractiveness to the opposite sex. Claire's body was an expression of her personality: sensual, voluptuous, alluring. Fairly petite and small-framed in most respects, her breasts were conspicuously large. Her girlfriends often noted that, other than a curvy and aesthetically-pleasing derriere, the view from behind gave no warning of her formidable profile or full frontal. She was, in a word, busty, as in, 'size 32DDD bra' busty. Her face was strangely at odds with her figure: her long, jet black hair, porcelain complexion, and fine features, somehow belied her exaggerated endowments and fecund curves. Indeed, she was a combination of a Tatler face, and a Penthouse body. At the age of thirty-one, she was still a shameless flirt, and more sexually voracious with each passing year. The course-altering events of last summer began in mid June, when Claire and Greg's next door neighbours sold and moved away. Their street was set high in the hills; the two properties shared a high fence and a tony, panoramic view of the city skyline below and, further off in the distance, the Pacific ocean. The new occupant of the house next door turned out to be a bachelor in his mid thirties, quite good-looking, and apparently extremely social -- for in a matter of a few short weeks, invitations to his frequent and gourmet-catered pool parties became coveted items. On several occasions Claire had laid awake in bed listening to the muted sounds of chatter and laughter emanating from the backyard next door. One morning, Lisa, a friend of Claire's from down the street stopped by for a coffee. As it happened, Lisa had been among the lucky invitees to her new neighbou's -- his name was Jim -- most recent pool party. She seemed eager to tell her friend all about it. Apparently after a few rounds of cocktails and appys inside, a number of people had changed into their swimsuits and had encouraged the party to move outdoors. In the wee hours of the morning, less than a dozen people remained; most in the large, concrete pool and a few in the adjacent hot tub. According to Lisa, someone -- either a brave soul, or an exhibitionist, or both -- suggested they all go skinny-dipping. With a little encouragement and the benefit of more than a few martinis all around, everyone agreed. Swimsuits were tossed into a collective heap. Lisa had only just managed the nerve to strip off her own bikini, and was reaching for her martini when she heard the woman sitting next to her in the hot tub gasp audibly. She turned just in time to get a glimpse of Jim stepping down into the bubbling waters next to them. "Oh my god, Claire!" gushed Lisa. "He had the biggest penis I have EVER SEEN!!!" The two of them dissolved into a gale of giggles, but Claire couldn"t deny to herself the fact that her curiosity had been piqued. "Well maybe you just haven"t seen that many," teased Claire. "Maybe the biggest YOU"VE ever seen isn"t all that spectacular." "I'm serious! It was SCARY big, Claire," she replied. "He's definitely ENDOWED! It was, like, so thick and long, and was half way down his thigh, I"m not kidding!" Lisa went on to describe how the atmosphere at the party changed once Jim had been "unveiled". According to her, the men who were present all became a little quiet, and generally seemed vaguely chastened or humbled by the revelation of their host's manhood. The women who were there with their spouses or boyfriends -- no doubt wishing to avoid further hits to their men's ego -- tried to divert the topic of discussion to other things. However, and no doubt much to their chagrin, a few of the women who were there unaccompanied kept pressing the issue. One woman blurted out, "My god, Jim, do you need a permit for that thing???!!!" said Lisa, laughing. Another woman seemed especially curious, and quite unabashed about quizzing Jim on the practical realities of possessing such a big dick. Much to the obvious discomfort of a number of the men present, she persisted in asking one brazen question after another; everything from, "How big is it when it's hard (to which his response of "10 plus inches long and 7 plus inches around" prompted further jaw drops and guffaws)?" to "Has a woman ever refused to have sex with you after seeing how big you are (apparently several times)?" to "Has a woman ever been able to accommodate every one of those ten and a quarter inches (sadly, for him, no)?" "I swear to god, Claire, something that big would tear me in two, but I could NOT take my eyes off his penis for the rest of the night!" she giggled with embarrassment. "Every time he climbed out of the hot tub or walked around, my eyes went straight for that huge, fleshy prong of his -- he must know how YOU feel with all the stares at your big boobs!" They spent the remainder of their time talking about other things, but after Lisa left, Claire's thoughts kept drifting back to the discussion of Jim's body, which, penis size notwithstanding, was apparently quite yummy in general. She also found Lisa's take on his personality quite intriguing: personable and extremely self-confident, but with that subtle hint of danger in his smile; the kind of man who enjoyed the dominant role; a kind of reformed bad boy that some women were drawn to like magnets. Although she"d slept with a few guys who'd possessed bigger than average size erections, she'd never once experienced anything quite like what Lisa described. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to make love to a man so generously appointed. Thoughts turned into lusty daydreams. But accompanying those daydreams were feelings of guilt that were difficult to dismiss. Greg's size was a factor, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise. It was a fact: her husband had a small penis, and she craved more. The kind of 'more' that someone like Jim possessed, she didn"t know. But to a degree at least, for her bigger than what she had was definitely better. That night at dinner, Greg noticed that his wife seemed more distracted than usual, but thought little of it. He was so much less sensitive to the distance that had developed between them over the years. About two weeks later, Claire was awoken to the now somewhat familiar sound of party noises coming from next door; Greg was asleep next to her in bed. After lying there thinking about it for awhile, she quietly slipped out from under the sheets and crept off to an adjacent room; one with a view of her neighbour's backyard. She approached the window dressed as she was in a form-fitting t- shirt and a pair of silky panties; the soft blue moonlight from above fell across her large, firm bosom undulating inside the stretchy confines of her shirt. She immediately spotted a man and a woman scurrying from the hot tub to the pool. They were naked, and before she realized that the man was clearly not Jim, her heart skipped a beat. She had an unobstructed view of the pool (there were several people in it) but could not see the hot tub from where she was standing. Suddenly a man with a very beautiful body emerged from inside the house and walked slowly to the edge of the pool. It was him. She felt a lump form in her throat. Still standing with his back to her, she could see that Lisa's observations about his physique were well-founded. Just feasting her eyes on his beautiful, naked ass and strong back made her slightly wet. She watched as several of the partygoers in the pool caught what was obviously their first glimpse of their host in the nude. One man tried conspicuously not to notice, while two young women suppressed shock-induced giggles by covering their mouths. "Oh my god!!!," yelled another woman. "Look at the size of his cock!!!" This was followed by laughter and expressions of disbelief. Mercifully, Claire's patience was not to be tested for long. Only a few seconds passed before Jim turned and provided her with a glorious profile. Claire gasped and stood transfixed. The reactions of the women in the pool had been more than justified -- Jim was HUGELY endowed! In profile, his flat tummy accentuated the incredibly long, thick wad that hung heavily between his legs. Even from a distance it looked truly awe-inspiring; so much larger in its current state than her husband's erection. Another man walked past, quite average in size, and provided her with a little visual perspective -- Jim's flaccid penis absolutely dwarfed the other man's by comparison. Like her friend Lisa, Claire had never seen a penis anywhere near that large before. In addition to the incredible length, it appeared quite fat and fleshy and vascular, and tapered down a good six or seven inches to a bulbous, circumcised tip. She drank in his Adonis-like form: the tapered waist, the thin smattering of chest hair across his strong chest, and of course, that long, fat pendulum swinging between his thighs waiting to ravage some woman's tender pussy. She imagined it could be her. Her face was flush with heat. She suddenly became aware of the gentle ache between her legs. As she continued to watch, her fingers made their way down to the warm, wet spot at the base of her silk panties; the fingers of her other hand gently squeezed one of her huge, fleshy orbs inside her t-shirt. With her eyes glued to the masculine object of her desire, Claire silently and slowly pleasured herself. Her fingers gently explored the soft folds of her labia and; her tender nub became swollen and incredibly sensitive. Her panties were soon soaked. She momentarily closed her eyes when the tingling began to build deep in her tummy. She imagined Jim watching her and very soon an orgasm flushed through her like a hot wave. Pressing harder against her clitoris, she was gripped by another one moments later. Opening her eyes, she saw that Jim was no longer in view. Still unsated, she climbed inside the cool, marble expanse of their stand-up shower stall. With the heavy, hand-held shower head, she directed the pulsing, warm water between her legs. The jets of water soon yielded yet another orgasm. She groaned quietly to herself in the night. --- Several days passed before she finally had the opportunity to meet Jim. It happened one day when she was watering her plants at the side of the house. She heard someone with a deep, sexy voice utter a "hello". Turning she saw that it was her neighbour. She immediately felt flustered but did her best to appear non-plussed. As Lisa had described, he was very outgoing and had an air of self-confidence, almost cockiness, which she found quite sexy. He was also even better looking up close than he had been from a distance: wavy, dark brown hair, rugged good looks, a lovely tan, and "dishy" bedroom eyes. He definitely had the smile of a charming bad boy -- simmering sexuality and a hint of danger. Ooh la la, she though to herself. Claire did consulting work from her home, and as it turned out, Jim worked nights at a local television station. Consequently, they were both home during the day most of the time, while her husband was usually downtown at his office. Given Claire's flirtatiousness -- not to mention her only thinly-veiled lust for him -- and Jim's outgoing personality, the two of them developed quite a rapport in very short order. Before long, the two of them had become afternoon coffee mates; one day at his place, the next day at hers. One particularly hot summer afternoon, she decided to provide Jim with a bit of a show. When he rang the door bell, she opened the door wearing only a very skimpy white bikini. Claire's is the kind of body that, in a bikini, quite literally stops traffic: shapely and curvy in all the right places, and with a bustline so formidable that even 'non-breast men' are prone to double takes. Clearly, Jim liked what he saw. The overtaxed top looked ready to burst; the small patch of material covering her pussy barely up to the task. The two of them were enjoying their lattes when the subject turned, as it often did, to sex. Jim had been asking her if it was difficult finding bras in her size that weren"t made for old ladies, and that she was unusual for being slim and petite and yet so busty. Claire found herself glancing down several times at the crotch of Jim's pants, knowing full well the size of its now legendary contents. With convincing innocence she brought up the subject of penis size. He asked her if she thought it was important, and smiled at her with his bedroom eyes when she answered somewhat sheepishly in the affirmative. Coyly, she asked if it was possible to tell how big a man's penis was just by the shape of his body, etc. "I've heard you can tell by the size of a man's hands," she said. She reached over, took his hand in hers and placed their palms together. "Wow, you have really long fingers!," she observed with a wry wink. "So, is your husband well endowed?" asked Jim. "No," she replied with a sigh. "Never tell him I told you this, but he actually has a fairly small penis." "So do I," he countered with a grin. "Oh, really?" she replied, blushing slightly. Changing the subject, she teased him about never having invited her and her husband to one of his much talked-about summer pool parties. He responded by saying that he would be having one that very weekend, and suggested they both come over. She brought up the invitation to Greg over dinner that same night. Somewhat surprisingly, and with some gentle persuasion, he agreed to go. Not knowing as she did, of course, that Jim's pool parties frequently morphed into something quite a bit more risque. The night of the party, the two of them grabbed their swimsuits and made their way next door. Greg was impressed with what Jim had done with the interior of the house and complimented him on it. The people at the party all ranged in age from their late twenties to their early forties. The music, ambient lighting and cocktails all contributed to a warm, sensual atmosphere. At one point, while chatting with someone she"d just met, she noticed Jim and Greg talking together on the opposite side of the room. Unbeknownst to her husband, Claire couldn"t stop stealing glances at Jim. Jim's eyes met hers several times. Finally, their host invited everyone who was interested to change into their swimsuits and enjoy the pool and hot tub out back. Most took advantage; the nights were still so hot. Claire and Greg both used an upstairs washroom to change. Claire put on her favourite purple bikini. She liked it because it was quite sexy and brief and gave her some very serious cleavage, yet provided her with the kind of support someone with her cup size required. Greg had become rather accustomed to the reactions his wife's body received in public. Out back that night was no exception. Approaching the pool, she garnered several admiring glances form the men; not to mention a few jealous glares and/or evaluating glances from some of the women. While taking a dip, Claire looked up and noticed Jim emerge from the house wearing a very brief men's bikini swimsuit. Understandably, the front of which appeared to be restraining an anaconda. Later in the evening, she and Greg were sitting next to each other in the hot tub when Jim sat down on the opposite edge with only his legs below the knee in the water. Facing them as he was, with his thighs slightly parted, the wad in the front of his swimsuit was plain to see. The three of them chatted amicably for several minutes when suddenly a young woman in the pool -- who already seemed fairly intoxicated -- said they should all go skinny-dipping like they'd done a few weeks prior. Without waiting for a collective answer, the woman, who had quite a lovely body, stripped off her bikini and threw it playfully at her girlfriend's head. At that point, Jim turned and looked at the two of them. "What do you say, you two?" he asked. "I will if YOU will." Claire felt her heart beating heavily in her chest. The thought of it -- the group nudity, seeing Jim revealed to her up close, revealing her own body to Jim -- was so exciting to her that she could barely speak. So much so that she thought her enthusiasm might betray her feelings. She didn"t want her husband to know the true source or level of her excitement; the reason her hands and body were trembling. Looking up into Jim's eyes, she reached back and unhooked the clasp of her purple bikini top. Her enormous, firm breasts fell free. The pink, saucer-size areolas were already quite puffed-up and enlarged. From their seated positions in the hot tub, both Greg and his wife removed their last restraints: her skimpy bikini bottoms; his surfer trunks. Standing up momentarily to toss his trunks aside, Greg revealed his own comely physique, as well as his rather diminutive manhood. Wearing a conspicuously neutral expression on his face, Jim raised his hips and deftly peeled off his sexy swimsuit. His super-sized sex organ slapped against his muscular thigh. Claire felt her chest to rise and fall with her breathing. Greg said nothing, but she knew he had seen it; it would have been impossible not to. Jim leaned back on his hands, still submerged in the bubbly water from the knees down, his legs parted ever so more than before, several thick inches of his penis coming to rest atop the concrete surface he was sitting on. With as much discretion as he could manage considering the circumstances, he drank in Claire's voluptuous body with his eyes. He loved large breasts, and hers were exquisite. He also knew exactly what kind of affect his nudity and huge endowment had on her; knew that she wanted him; that she lusted after him and was intrigued by a cock as big as his. There was another woman present that night who longed to be ravaged by him -- the young woman who had suggested they take off their clothes, and later that night he would fuck her mercilessly. But it was Claire that he secretly and truly desired. He decided he would have her, and soon. Claire's 'Big' Bad Boy It was all he could do to maintain his flaccid state. While he still had the ability to control his arousal, he got up and went for a dip in the pool. --- The following week, Greg left town on business for several days. That first night alone, Claire had a restless, fitful sleep; she laid awake wanting desperately to act on her insatiable desire, yet knowing it was wrong. The next day she returned home in the late afternoon, having met a girlfriend earlier for drinks downtown. She was still dressed in her favourite outfit: black, open-toed heels, tight black miniskirt, and a form-fitting grey blouse. She was wearing a set of lacy, silver-coloured bra and panties underneath, had her long black hair down, and had spent a considerable amount of time on her makeup that morning. The cups of her bra and the gusset of her panties were sprinkled with her favourite perfume. The entire way home she had been thinking of one thing and one thing only: Jim. She knew that he would be at home that afternoon. She parked her Mercedes in the drive way, unlocked the front door, and stepped into the foyer. She threw her keys on the table by the door and ascended the first few steps of the spiral staircase. Suddenly she stopped; a current of emotion and pent up desire seized her. She felt flush and took several deep breaths. Suddenly she knew what she had to do. Claire turned and walked back down the staircase steps and headed for the door. She reached Jim's front door seconds later. Her heart pounded in her chest as she rang the doorbell. It felt like eons before she heard the sound of his footsteps approach. Jim answered the door barefoot, in a pair of black dress pants and a crisp white shirt. Without uttering a word, Jim instinctively stepped back as she entered. He closed the door behind her. "Greg is "" she muttered softly. "I know," answered Jim. "I shouldn"t be here," she whispered. "I'm a married woman. I ..." Knowing exactly what she wanted to hear, he leaned forward, gripped her slender shoulders with his strong hands, and placed his lips next to her ear: "I need to fuck you," he whispered quietly in her ear. "Yes," she replied with a quiver in her voice. "I want to put my big dick inside you," he added. Her eyes closed and she sighed and shuddered. "I"m your big, bad boy, aren"t I" And you"re my sweet little girl. And what my sweet little girl needs is a good, hard fucking with a nice ... BIG ... dick ... A softly uttered "Yesss," was all she could manage. He leaned into her and held her chin with his thumb and index finger, pulling her lips apart, then sucked her ruby-red lower lip, pressing his tongue inside her hot mouth. She moaned and hungrily suckled his tongue, tasting him. His breath was sweet; hers tasted like wine. "I'm taking you upstairs," he pronounced. Taking her hand in his, he led her upstairs and into his large master bedroom. They kissed again, passionately, in the doorway. He reached up underneath her miniskirt and placed his large hand between her legs. She caught her breath as she felt his fingers press against her labial lips and the wet, warm, sticky lace panties overtop. A shudder raced through her body and once again she felt that ache building between her legs; the tingly sensation in the base of her tummy. Jim sat in a chair by the bed. "Strip down to your bra and panties," he commanded. Without speaking, she began to unfasten the ankle straps of her expensive black heels. "Leave those on," he said. First, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall the carpet, then unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it on the floor. Her huge bust looked exaggerated jutting out from atop her small ribcage. Jim could see the large areolas through the semi-sheer fabric of her bra. The gusset of her tiny panties was dark with her natural wetness. She stood there in her underwear, heels and diamond necklace and ear rings. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Next he ordered her to undress him. She found his dominance arousing. She considered expressing that to him, but decided not to, thinking it might dampen the pureness of the sexual energy between them. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then removed the sexy white singlet underneath; her massive breasts shifting slightly in her bra as she leaned forward. Next, she knelt in front of him, unbuttoned the top button of his pants and unzipped his fly. He slowly raised his hips from the chair as she took hold of the waistband of his pants and underwear, pulling them down to his knees. The now semi-hard organ she uncovered made her gasp audibly yet again. Completely taken aback, Claire had stopped tugging on his pants the moment Jim's enormous cock sprang from the confines of his black boxers. Jim reached down; pushing his pants past his knees until they dropped to the floor. Claire couldn't stop staring at the thick monster " nearly eleven inches in length -- bobbing heavily between Jim's thighs. It was so much bigger and thicker in its aroused condition. "I've just never seen one this big before," she stammered. She moved closer between his now parted legs, with a tentative expression on her face; he took her hand and guided it to the huge, fleshy stalk in his lap. Lying awake at night in her bed, in countless sexual daydreams, she had imagined making love to Jim and taking him into her mouth. Now, up close and in the flesh, she wasn't sure that she could even manage to get her lips over the large head. He placed her hand on his manhood; she tried to close her fingers around it, succeeding only partially, and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was just enough to cause a drop of clear pre-cum to ooze from the tip. "Suck it," he commanded. "I can't, Jim," she said sheepishly, with a tremor of fear in her voice, her courage quickly evaporating. "It's too big." "I told you to suck it, Claire," he replied. He ran his fingers across the nape of her neck, took her gently by the hair and brought her mouth to his massive dick. She pushed her lips against the large head, pursing her lips and sucking the droplet of pre-cum from the tip. She brought her other hand up and gripped it with both hands. Initially, she was content to just lick the length of Jim's shaft, but after several minutes she lifted his sac to lick that lovely ridge of skin right behind it and between his legs. After several more minutes, she still hadn't tried to take him in her mouth. Jim had been stroking the back of her neck and tugging gently at her long, black hair; reaching down, he switched to her breasts, marvelling at their weight, size, and firmness. "Suck it, baby." His forceful tone excited her; the taste of his salty pre-cum fired her lust. Finally summoning up the courage, she moved up his shaft and once again pursed her lips. Carefully, opening her mouth she slipped her lips over the head, eventually opening her mouth wide enough to accommodate a little more. She gently worked both hands up and down his shaft, and when her wet lips slipped down to take his entire head and a bit more into her mouth, he began to rock his hips in time with her sucking. She tried hard not to gag, and succeeded until the enormous head pressed against the back of her throat. She choked, but soon regained her composure. Her sucking generated an enormous amount of saliva, and eventually an oddly erotic slurping sound accompanied her laboured breathing. Spit began to trickle down her chin and across her fingers as she gripped his cock. "That's it, sweetie. Good girl," he cooed while he watched her impale her mouth on his organ. His cock felt so different to her than her husband's in her mouth; it was so thick and stretched her mouth so wide, she had to be careful not to inadvertently drag her teeth across the taut flesh of his shaft. Eventually, he lost control, and flooded her mouth with his cum. She'd braced herself when she felt his shaft pulsate, but she wasn't ready for the volume and force of his ejaculation. It exploded against the back of her throat. She swallowed what she could and let the rest ooze down her chin and across his shaft; trickling across her fingers. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly; a string of his white ejaculate trickled downwards from the corner of her mouth. The head and shaft of his enormous organ was smeared with her red lipstick. She lovingly rubbed the tip against her mouth, smearing his salty cum across her pursed lips. "I want to taste you," said Jim. Placing his large hands under her arm, he stood and lifted her to her feet. Then grabbing her up in his arms, he carried her over and laid her down on his king- size bed. He wasted no time: stripping off her panties, parting her legs, pushing them up and back against her chest, and dropping his head down between. He found her delicate pussy, like her large breasts, exquisite. It was soon apparent to Claire that her new lover was adept with his tongue and knew how to pleasure a woman orally. No doubt he's had plenty of practice, she thought. Her pussy was already incredibly slick with her own wetness. He parted her puffy lips and thrust his tongue inside her. He knew how to read a woman's body; knew when to apply pressure to the clitoris with his tongue, when to ease off. She was so aroused, she climaxed almost immediately. After her orgasm, her clit was momentarily sensitive and so Jim transferred his attentions to her heaving, DDD-cup breasts still encased in her bra. He practically ripped it off her; the snap burst and her huge orbs spilled out. His suckling soon produced two puffed-up and enlarged areolas. She let out a series of deep sighs. When it came to her breasts, despite their size, she found the delicate touch the most pleasurable at first. He proved good with his hands, too, gently tracing circles around each breast with his fingers, then sucking them more and more forcefully until she was begging him to suck harder. Afterwards, she ran her fingers through his hair, then drew him up to her and kissed his mouth, running her tongue past his lips and tasting her own wetness. Lifting himself up, he took hold of her hips and turned her over on her stomach; spreading her legs again. Grasping the firm ass cheeks of her smallish behind, he spread them, opening her up, then moved his face down and kissed her puckered hole; thrusting the tip of his tongue just inside. The intense pleasure of it caused her to wiggle her ass backwards, pressing her bum tighter against his face. Jim had the presence of mind - and past experiences had taught him this -- to wonder to himself if Claire would be able to handle his size. On more than one occasion, a woman's eyes had been proven bigger than her pussy, as it were. She wouldn't have been the first to experience genuine difficulty. Nor would she have been the first to deny him entry out of fear. Still, when piqued as it clearly was now, his lust was a force to be reckoned with, and he was determined to gain access to Claire's delicate cleft. Lifting himself up off the bed once again, he turned her back over. Lifting her legs up, and standing between them, he rubbed the head of his huge erection along her puffy wet sheath. Claire's consciousness was so overwhelmed with her own lust that it took several seconds for her to realize that he was about to squeeze his enormous cock into her vagina. Alarmed, she momentarily balked, "Please, wait, you're too big. You'll tear me up inside." "No I won"t, sweetheart," he said. "I promise you you"re in for a treat -- when I get this thing inside you, baby, you"re gonna feel things you"ve never felt before." With that, he pressed the large bulbous head against her slit and edged forward. He felt immense to her right from the beginning, and she panicked slightly. At first, her lips folded in and then parted as he entered stretching her open. She grimaced -- a look on a woman's face Jim was no stranger to. "Oh my god," she said wincing. "No. Please. It's way too big." He paused, holding her legs up, protecting the ground he had already gained. "Relax," he whispered. "Be patient. I won't hurt you." She was breathing hard, wanting him, but fearful of his enormous size. "Do you really think it will fit?" she asked with genuine sincerity. "Oh baby, I"m going to MAKE it fit," he replied with a wicked grin. Holding still and concentrating, she tried her best to relax her vaginal muscles in the same way she'd learned to relax her rectum during anal sex. When he thought she was ready, he pressed, stretching her even further, and sliding just another inch or so inside her. "Oh my god, stop," she pleaded. He did as she asked for a bit, but then slipped in still another inch. Her vaginal lips were stretched to their limit, now he was forcing the inner walls of her vaginal canal to stretch to accommodate him. He'd been through this many times before with a number of women, to the point where he knew exactly how patient he would have to be. Slowly, inch by inch, he slipped his huge cock into her until he had just over half of it in. For now, he was content to have accomplished that much. But he wanted more. He pulled back out until the rim of the head emerged, then pushed back in. As the pain slowly began to subside, the pleasure increased; she became aware of his cock now sliding slowly in and out of her vagina. His cock was so big that it was actually sliding against her clit, generating an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Bracing her heavy breasts with one hand and placing the other on Jim's tummy to discourage him from getting too eager too quickly, she closed her eyes and felt her orgasms gradually build from that place deep inside her tummy. They eventually overtook her in a series of waves. It took Jim longer, but when he finally climaxed, he came as forcefully as he had in her mouth. When he pulled out of her pussy, the thickness of his manhood caused it to remain gaping open for a time; the mixture of his cum and her juices trickled out and puddled atop his silken sheets. Lowering her legs, he collapsed on the bed and pulled her back in against him; wrapping her in his arms. Several minutes passed before either of them spoke; both preferring to savour the post-coital moment. "I've never experienced orgasms like that before; vaginal AS WELL AS clitoral," she said, taking his hand in hers and kissing it. "I've wanted to do this since that first day I saw you in your bikini," replied Jim. She wondered to herself if he'd managed to put it all in; her eyes had been closed much of the time. Considering how much it hurt initially, and how long it had taken for her to adjust to his incredible size, she thought he must have. In reality, he'd managed about two-thirds. "I hope I'm not so stretched that Greg will notice!" she exclaimed. --- As she walked back to her house, she felt blissful, albeit still quite sore. As soon as Claire entered her bedroom, she kicked off her heels and let her miniskirt and blouse fall to the floor. She went into the large marble fixture bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. After pinning up her long black hair, she removed her sticky bra and panties and submerged herself in the warm perfumed water of a bubble bath. For several minutes she relaxed, luxuriating in the aftermath of a very satisfying sexual encounter. Unconsciously, she touched herself between her legs, wincing slightly in pain. My goodness he hurt going in, she thought to herself, but afterwards - Oh, my god! Getting out, she dried herself off, and then sat on the edge of the bed that faced a large mirror. She spread her leg and examined her beleaguered vagina, not surprised that it still appeared quite raw. She tried to think of something to apply to her labia to take away the soreness; being sore after intercourse was something new for her. She was still examining herself when she was startled by her cell phone ringing by in her purse on the bed. For some reason, she expected it to be her husband. Instead, it was Jim calling, making sure she was alright. Sitting there in her bedroom, talking to the sexiest man she had ever met, having only just made love to him next door, excited her. Still, she was a bit surprised to feel that sore spot between her legs begin to dampen again so soon afterwards. --- She had another fitful sleep that night. The next morning she awoke and enjoyed a prolonged shower. She decided she"d do some shopping that morning to take her mind off things, and had just finished putting on a short summer dress when the doorbell rang. She hurried down the stairs and opened the door. Just as she'd hoped, it was Jim. He stood there in his skimpy bikini swimsuit -- only now, his partial arousal was testing the very strength of its seams. The size of the bulge was so large it was almost comical. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "I can"t stop thinking about you," she gushed. "I can"t, either," he answered. Their mutual lust was incendiary; they barely spoke; they didn"t need to. Jim took Claire by the wrists and placed her hands on the railing by the door. He then ordered her to bend over and hike up her dress. She did so dutifully, exposing her skimpy panties. He reached down, and in a moment of lusty abandonment, literally ripped her skimpy panties off her body. She almost swooned with excitement as a result. She turned and watched as he slipped off his overtaxed swimsuit and hovered behind her, stroking his massive cock and eyeing her tender slit. "Oh baby, I wanna put it in you," he said. "I wanna squeeze all of my big, fat dick into your tiny little pussy and make you moan like a little girl." "Oh god, yessss ..." she purred. "I want you to fuck me with that giant dick of yours!" Still working his rapidly expanding erection with one hand, he knelt between her legs, placed his thumb against her little bum hole and pressed his tongue against her swollen clitoris. The pleasure was heavenly. "Oh Jim, I never knew it could feel like this" she panted. "But please sweetheart, before you fuck me, I want to kiss it. I want you in my mouth again." This time it was HER turn to take him by the hand and lead him to a bed where they could satisfy their sexual lust. He lay on hers and Greg's bed on his back, and his erection came to rest against his tummy. His cock was as hard and as thick as it had been the previous day as she took hold of it in her small hand. "I still can't believe how big you are" she said, trying to close her fingers around it, about midway down the thick shaft. A large droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Claire started licking the length of his cock, from the base to the tip, and then placed her lips just over the tip, tasting his lovely pre-cum. She slowly moved downward, opening her mouth ever wider to accommodate her lover's enormous, invading organ. After her lips passed down over the top of the shaft, she paused to swirl her tongue around the head. Then gently bobbing her head up and down, she managed to take in several more inches. The tip of his cock was pressing so hard against the back of her throat that she gagged once again. All the while she was working her lips over the top half of his cock; her hands were stroking the shaft with a steady rhythm. Jim normally had better than average control, but Claire was a quick study, and was quickly mastering the art of orally satisfying a much larger size penis. Consequently, he soon lost control, sending streams of hot cum down her throat. Greedily, she gulped and swallowed as much as she could. Sucking his beautiful sex organ was an incredible turn-on for her. Holding her in his arms and kissing her tenderly soon restored the vitality to Jim's huge cock. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, slowly stroking her moist slit with his finger as he lay next to her, and suckled her large areola. Claire's 'Big' Bad Boy "Darling, please, I want you now. I can't wait any longer," she said. She breathing was heavy as she rubbed the smooth bulb of his cock head along her wet slit. "But I"d like you to use some of this," she said with a grin, handing him a large tube of 'KY-Liquid' lubrication. As instructed, he applied a generous amount to her vulva, and then worked some of it with his fingers just inside her vagina. He then applied a coating of it over his entire cock and worked it in with his hand. Next, he lay down on his back; his fleshy monster pointed towards the ceiling. Even now, every time she looked at it she felt frightened initially, then ached to have him inside her. "Care for a ride, sweetie?" he asked with a sexy grin. "I'll let YOU drive this time; control how much of me you can handle." Eagerly, Claire got on her knees, straddling his waist. She took hold of his cock and placed the tip of the head between the folds of her vaginal lips. Leaning slightly forward, she slowly lowered herself down. This time the KY lubrication made the initial penetration easier, and she eased herself downward another few inches. Even though it was sliding in a bit easier, she was still being stretched to her limit. She gasped from the feeling of it as it penetrated her. The pain didn't seem quit as bad as the day before, but she still had to pause quite a bit. Several times, she raised herself up until her pussy lips were just enveloping his head, only to slide back down again, taking in all she had could plus a little more. Jim fondled her huge breasts; then caressed her lovely bottom and bum hole. He still had plenty of lubrication on his fingers so when she lifted, he would push his finger inside, making her moan. She had over half of his cock stuffed into her pussy and was determined to take as much of it as she possibly could. Biting her lip, she let her weight down, letting it do the work for her, working her way downwards until she could take no more and was almost resting her bum on his thighs. She had grimaced in pain when the tip first pressed up against her cervix; but luckily, Jim, though enormous in size, was also extrememly hard. The stiffness of it allowed it to actually pass by the cervix, thereby lessening the pain considerably. To be sure, no man had ever been where Jim now was inside her. "Oh my god, it feels like it's in my tummy!" she panted. Indeed, it felt to her as if his cock had penetrated her all the way up to her ovaries. Jim closed his eyes and savoured the exquisite feeling of his cock slowly sliding deeper and deeper into a hot, wet, loving pussy. She began to whimper as she raised herself up then down again, meeting his thrusts. It felt as though her entire body was being opened up by some huge stalk. After several minutes, he quickened his pace and began to drive his cock into her a little more forcefully. Her face expressed the incredible cocktail of pleasure and pain she was feeling; though once again, with every thrust, the pleasure intensified, the pain dissipated. "Oh, my god!" she panted breathlessly. "Oh my god, it so big!!!" He reached up, kneading her DDD-cup breasts as she bounced up and down on his lap. In a few minutes, her moans of pleasure changed to gasps of ecstasy as her climaxes came, one right after the other in quick succession. Despite a fairly relentless pace, Jim eventually sensed that he was about to cum. With that, he rolled them both over onto their sides; ending up behind Claire with her on her stomach. He lifted her by her hips until she had her knees under her, and her beautiful bum was raised, her breasts pressed against the bed sheets. Still firmly grasping her hips, he began thrusting his pelvis forward as far as he could without causing her too much pain, his cock going so deep it felt to her again as though it might bang out her ovaries. She clutched the bed sheets tightly in her hand; eventually letting go only so she could brace herself against the headboard of her marital bed. "OH MY GAWD!!! IT'S SO BIG!!!" Expert cocksman that he was, Jim knew just how to avoid hitting Claire's cervix too forcefully on the intake. "Fuck me!!!" she howled. "Oh god, yes, don't stop!!! PLEASE DON"T STOP!!!" When he finally came, she swore she could feel his hot cum splash deep inside her pussy. Afterwards, they fell asleep in each other's arms for an hour or so before waking and taking a first luxurious shower together. Later that night they went for a lovely walk despite the fact that Claire still found it a bit difficult to walk! A year has passed since then, and much has happened. Greg and Claire's marriage finally ended in divorce. They sold the house; Greg moved away; and Claire finally has her "big" bad boy all to herself.