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The Size Difference

By: H20wader



The ravings of a lunatic. Copyright May 2006 by The H20wader. Edited by Techsan, a great editor.

Again size. What does it matter? Who does it matter to? And what happens if you are the wrong size? Hell, is there a wrong size? Or is size like beauty, only in the eyes of the beholder? Or the stretched vagina of the holder?

***** 

On his fortieth birthday, his buddies gave him a week in all-inclusive club for the over thirty and single. A small island, five hundred small huts with all the amenities. He did not want to go but they pushed, yelled, and begged. To maintain peace in the group he flew out on a Friday night. The plane landed, he spent the night in a huge air craft hanger-dormitory where men and women found beds wherever they could. There were huge restrooms and showers without male/female designations. He had showered with women before but not 50. Breakfast was served from four military style mess hall like operations. (Grab a tray and silverware. Go down the line and take what you want.) The people were loaded on a ship and in two hours they were docked and unloaded. The drinking started on the boat. 

The divorce had been hard on him. His wife had several lovers but finally made a mistake and Gil (short for Gilruth) found out. There was a brief investigation and a fast divorce. The only reason given by his wife for the betrayal was penis size. The no fault law in his state did work. The assets were divided equally and since there were no children, Gil was able to walk away. It had been ten years and he still had an non-trusting view of women. He dated when a woman said yes to a date. He fucked when a woman said yes to a fuck. He left them as soon as they showed a marriage interest in him. 

The sun was beautiful, the island was tropical and the hut was one large bedroom, large bath, and a sitting area with a huge window overlooking the ocean. There was also a large bowl of condoms on the nightstand by the bed and a very large tube of KY jelly next to it. He hated it. There were multitudes of planned events. The first was a get-to-know-your-neighbors swim. There were open bars everywhere. Everyone got three drinks, large ones, while the rules were explained. Every one had the three drinks tucked away before the rules were simplified for understanding.

1. Everyone into the sea. Waist deep or more.

2. Everyone don the blindfold. 

3. Find a person of the opposite sex. (By feel, silly.)

4. Remove their swimsuit and put it on yourself. Take your time.

5. Wade ashore (where the water is shallower. There would be a rope 

barrier to prevent excursions into the deeper water.)

6. When the horn sounds, remove the blindfold and see what you have caught.

Gil was not happy. This was stupid and silly. However, there was no way to avoid it in front of 499 other guests. He waded in, donned the fucking blindfold. He was grabbed by a female with a big pair of tits. He pushed her away and moved away. Some one grabbed him and held him tight. She striped the trunks from him, giving his cock some long feels. She then stood still while he removed her bikini. He determined that she had firm breasts and no hair on her vagina. She found that he would never fit into her bikini, so she put the bottoms on his head and the top around his neck. They walked to dry sand and waited. It seemed natural to talk.

"I am Beverly, 31, divorced."

"Gil, 40, divorced." 

"I am from Ann Arbor, Michigan. Teacher in elementary school."

"I am in sales with a large corporation, headquartered in Livonia, Michigan."

"I like sex. As much and as often as I can get it."

"That sounds interesting. Why are you divorced?"

"I like sex, as much and as often as I can get it."

"Want to walk back in and try again?"

The horn sounded.

"Damn, Well, there will other opportunities."

The next two days followed the same routine. People became paired or trio-ed. There was even a couple of groups of four (with one group of one woman and three men), who really seemed to be having a lot of fun. There were dances every night. Gil danced and chatted to many women. None of the women did a thing for him. He slept alone for three nights. He was tired of the games, tired of being away from the office and just plain tired. 

Tuesday morning broke with the sun,climbing out of the ocean, the puffy clouds, and the gentle waves rolling in on the beach. Gil headed over to the big dining hall for breakfast. He got his usual cereal, milk and coffee, found a table for two so he would not be bothered. He ate and planned his getaway. There were supply boats every afternoon tied up at a dock near the dining room and storage areas. After lunch, he would wander that way and bribe his way on to a boat. 

The day was filled with silly people doing silly things. Lunch was fruit, a salad and cold cuts. He was ready. He left the bag and clothes he had brought, took his wallet, passport, a hat and sunglasses. There were seven nice -sized motor transports at the dock. There were many men unloading fresh supplies and loading the refuse. The club golf carts he had seen during the three days were busy, each with a trailer, hauling supplies one-way and refuse the other. He wandered and looked for a leader, a boss, an officer. The one he found did not speak English. Hell, no one spoke English. Discouraged, he sat on the end of the dock. He really wanted to start swimming.

"I say there, are you looking to leave this delightful isle?"

Gil was so startled he almost fell off the damn dock. "Hell, yes." 

"I need a crew member. What do you know about boats?"

"They are supposed to float."

"Can you cook and clean?"

"Not very well. I will pay you to transport me to any airport."

"How much? By the way, you wouldn't be gay, would you?"

"No."

"Damn, I am only the captain. You can speak to the person who owns the ship. If you are granted permission to board, there is no problem."

"Where is this owner?" 

"At the office for the club here. Why don't you come to the ship for dinner tonight? We are on the other side of the island in the cove there. There is a rather large trail; there will be a full moon so the trail will be visible. Pick up the trail or steal a golf cart in the storage area. Say eight o'clock?"

"I will be there. What will be the dress code? I am rather limited."

"Well, pants, shirt and loafers, I would say. Underwear is optional."

With a wave, the tall, 50ish man dressed in khaki pants and a t-shirt with an imprint of a map of a bunch of islands headed back down the dock and entered the trees.

Steve felt better. He had a chance to get off the island, but he would try the office first. There would be no large boats until Saturday morning but maybe there was a means of transportation.

He entered the office. Everyone was very busy with the supplies coming in but he kept asking to see the resort manager or director until a woman told him to look in room 100. This took another 15 minutes to find. He knocked.

The door opened. A short well-dressed woman of maybe 50 opened the door, "It is very busy today but how may I help you?"

"I want to go home."

"Why?"

"This is the silliest place I have ever seen. People are fucking all over the place and I just want no part of it. I want to go home."

"Find someone and join the crowd."

"This place sucks. I want to go home."

"There is a boat leaving here early Saturday that will take you to the island with the airport. It is the same way you got here."

"I want to go home now!"

"Unless there is a medical emergency, there is no way it can be done. It was in the contract you signed to get here. There are 295 woman out there, find one and fuck." She closed the door.

Gil turned and walked away. Beverly appeared as he neared the hut he had been assigned.

"It has been three days, Gil. Are you ready for some sex? I am willing and able. You can even fuck my ass if you eat me first."

Well, he had to tell the boys something, "Come in."

She was in the island garb. Light blue t-shirt and very short skirt. He looked at her. She was a good-looking woman. Nice figure, 36C breasts, tiny waist, hips that flared with a tight heart shaped ass. He knew there was no hair there, that the tits were firm. She was not blonde, not brown, more like a light brown that had been in the sun for a long time. Hell, maybe it came from a bottle. Without pussy hair, he would never know.

"How do you want it? A fast, hard, driving, pounding or a slow, easy, long, sweet, with breaks now and then to just look at each other."

"First the second, second the first. "

She had a wonderful smile, "Want to strip each other or ..?"

"Later. Bend over that chair."

"Gil, I need a little warm up."

"The fuck you do, you silly bitch. You came looking for me."

He pushed her to the chair, spun her, and helped her lean over. The short skirt rode up. There were no panties. He dropped his beach shorts and boxers to the floor and stepped clear. He walked around her and the chair. 

"You get to blow me first. Then the pounding starts."

"I think I have changed my mind. I want to leave."

"Look, slut, you come to this island for a fuck fest. I have no idea how many men have had their cocks in that hole. I do not know how many used rubbers. After three days and nights of this fuck fest, you should be ready for a fucking elephant. Open your mouth and see how much of my cock you can fit in there."

She did and he moved into her. The silly bitch gagged when he was half way in. He was disappointed but at least she was having trouble with his six and a half. He remembered better blowjobs. She almost seemed like she was new at this. He found her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, gently at first then harder as they swelled and grew. She was still gagging when she tried to go deeper but he was about ready to swap ends. He let her have a few more plunges, gags, and pulled out. 

"Not yet please. Let me finish you first." She looked ... maybe frightened?

"Pussy is waiting."

"No. I do not want to do this," she stood up letting the skirt fall back over her ass. "I want to leave now."

Gil was ready to fuck, "You made the offer. I want that pussy now. With all the fucking screaming going on around here who will give a fuck if you scream."

As if in response there was a loud scream from somewhere nearby. A woman in orgasm or pain. No one would even go see which it was.

"I do not want to be raped."

"You are the one who likes sex, as much and as often as you can get it. Isn't that the reason your husband divorced your cheating ass?" 

The tears started. She sobbed, she blubbered, and she squalled. Gil got behind her and pushed her back over the chair. The skirt was lifted and he opened her legs. 

"Get ready, you fucking bitch." He spread her lips and moved a finger inside her. 

"Jesus Christ, you cunt, you are stone dry. I cannot get in there. Finish me with that mouth." He moved her away from the chair and sat in it, the six and one half bobbing. She choked back the sobbing and knelt between his legs. She gently took him and began her idea of a blowjob. She actually scraped him twice.

"Hey, watch the damn teeth. Keep them away from me."

He watched her as she tried to 'finish him' as quickly as she could. He saw she was trying to hurry but did not know how. 

"Fuck this. Get your mouth off my dick." She lifted her head in surprise.

"Pay attention. This is oral sex 101. Do not gobble. Lick it like a fucking Popsicle. Up and down and round and round."

This was a bit better; at least he wouldn't have long red scratch marks from her teeth. He let her go for about two minutes.

"Now, the next step is to take the head in your mouth. Watch the damn teeth. Just the head. Lick it, roll the tongue around it. Good, now slide the head out but not all the way out and suck it back in." 

This was starting to feel like a blowjob. It was getting nice. He let her practice for maybe three minutes. 

"Time to add something. Deep throat is cool, but not for beginners. Wrap your right hand around my cock. Now jack me as you let the head ease in and out of your mouth. Do not hurry. We have all day."

For the first time, her eyes meet his. The fear had vanished. She watched him as she coordinated the hand and mouth movements. She was rolling the tongue around the head every time it slipped in. She could see what was happening as his face began to tell her. 

"Just a bit faster now. Use the left hand to massage my balls. Gently, they are sensitive. Good, yeah, like that. Yeah, now that is almost a decent blowjob." Their eyes were locked together.

His breathing had changed. He was panting, almost gasping.

"Can I come in your mouth?"

The eyes looked undecided. She only had the t-shirt and if she let go she would have to return to her hut with cum on the blouse. she was just to new at this to swallow it all. He had seen a lot of that around here but did not want her to have to walk back like that. She could take the t-shirt off there was a lot of that happening. O rshe could walk nude, there was a lot of that too. Gil had seem many women walking with cum oozing down their legs. Damn, he hated this place. 

"Okay, when I tell you, take your mouth away, and stand up, but keep jacking me." 

The eyes actually started to shine at him. She picked up her speed. Not fast, just a steady easy movement. 

"Now!" 

She was not graceful but she was fast. The right hand jerked three times before the flood. He leaned back and tried to breathe. The cum did not go far but it did go several times. She watched as it hit the floor and made drops. She kept the hand movement and used the left hand to caress the head. He moaned and squirmed. Finally it became too much. He could not speak, but he could jerk her hands away from the torture. 

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay? What did I do wrong?" She looked ready to cry again.

"No hurt." Gasp. "Okay." Gasp. "Nothing." 

She waited for him to settle down. The need for air eased and he looked at her.

"Never given a blow job, have you?"

She blushed and shook her head.

"Why the fuck are you here at this fuck fest?"

"I needed to learn."

"You are 31?" A nod yes.

"You are divorced?" A nod no.

"You are still married?" A nod yes.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

"My husband wants ...," The tears again.

"He sent you here for training?" The yes nod again.

"What does he want you to be able to do?"

"Good oral, good anal and better pussy."

"Why doesn't he do it? Learn together."

"He says he wants me ready in a week and he does not have the time. He sent me here to learn how to please him. I had a week but I have wasted three whole days and nights."

"Wasted?"

"No one wants me. As soon as the men see I do not know what I am doing, they leave me and find someone else."

"What does he want you to know?"

"Deep throat, how to use the muscles in my pussy to squeeze him as he fucks me, how to make my ass not hurt when he fucks me there and anything else I can pick up."

"How long married?"

"Three years."

"Children?"

"We are too busy for that."

"How old are you.?"

"Twenty-six."

"Why?"

"He wanted me to meet experienced men who could teach me. He wanted me to spend time with many men. He picked this place because I would never see any of these men again. It was expensive and he wants his money's worth."

"Then, let us get started."

"You will teach me? Thank you. What do I do first?"

"Why did you not learn before you married?"

"All girl schools, even college. Catholic parents, very Catholic. He was the only boy I dated. He wanted us to be virgins when we married. Now he wants me to be a real wife."

"Strip." She lifted the top. "Stop. Look at me. You want to excite me. Let the feeling show. Go slowly. Never move fast. Do you think some music will help?"

"Yes, please."

"Slow is best. You are not onstage." 

He picked a romance channel on the satellite radio and walked her through a strip. She had good moves and was not embarrassed. Well, not overly so. She was beautiful. Long legs, hairless pussy, a bit excited as he could see the clit fighting its way from under the hood, nipples hard and pointed. 

"Now, my turn to do oral for you. Sit on that table."

She sat. "Ease out, put your ass so that your pussy is just beyond the edge. Good. I will sit in this chair, see I am just where I need to be for oral. Put you legs over my shoulders. Good, I will begin."

She had good responses. When he licked her open, the tiny grunts started; when he inserted a finger, she gasped and the quiet little moans started. It was when he pushed his tongue into her honey hole that she got loud. When he circled the clit and sucked on it, she went ballistic. She came hard and often. In fifteen minutes, she had climaxed often and hard. He had to help her down off the table. She could not stand so he carried her to the bedroom and the queen-sized bed. 

"Cowgirl time, front and back."

He was as hard as he could get. He lay on his back.

"Straddle me. Take my cock and place it in the slit, rub it up and down. Then point it into your honey hole. Yeah, like that. Now, ease it in. Easy. How big is his cock?"

He could feel her trembling as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"About your size, not as big around. Oh, my god." She bottomed out. Her eyes were glowing. 

"Up and down, slow and easy. What is your middle name?'

The pants were starting as she rode him, "Katherine. Can I go faster now?"

"Sure, B.K. You are in control. That is what makes this position good for women. Fuck me any way you want." He was fighting the urge to move. Let her do it all.

"This is fun. Can I stop and just squeeze?"

"You are the boss. You do whatever you want. I am just a piece of meat. Fuck me."

Her breasts were bouncing, up and down and sideways at the same time as she twisted when she came down on him. He reached for them, holding them and began to roll the nipples, pinching then gently. She stopped moving as her inner muscles began to spasm. She moaned and started to grind against his pelvic bone as she discovered that it made the orgasm better. After a long time, she felt him fighting his body so she could continue the wonderful thing she was doing to him.

"Do it, cum in me. Fill me with your seed."

She stopped and used the muscles again. He blasted cum into her. That triggered her and they came together, him moaning and her screaming.

She fell on his chest, so still he was worried that she had fainted. It was a few minutes before she spoke.

"Is that what my husband wants from me?"

"Yes."

"God, it is good. I have never been able to cum that hard before. I feared for my life." 

"B.K., ease up and let me fall out. Then clean me with your mouth."

"Won't it be all yucky?"

"Yes, it will but it can also be fun for me."

"After what you have done for me, I cannot say no." She lifted and Gil could feel the fluid from inside her coat him. "Look at the mess. Wow, there is a lot of it. We did a lot." She paused. "It tastes like, well, different. Not bad, just wet, sweet and salty and I think I like it." She sucked and licked. "Hey, you are getting hard again. What is next on the menu?"

Gil knew he was 40 and that he had just cum hard twice. This next one would last a long time. Since she already had him in her mouth, his decision was easy. 

"Suck me, B.K. See how much you can get in without gagging. Do not hurry. When you gag, swallow. Go slow. Set up a rhythm so you can breath. Go slow."

He lay there while she worked him into her throat. He could feel the gags and the swallows. He murmured words of encouragement as it went deeper and deeper. Her lips touched his pubic hair. It was a long blowjob. He actually liked the first one better, but she wanted to know how to do the deeper blowjobs. She did it right. She did it long. She did not seem to be tiring. 


The Size Difference



"I am going to cum now, go all the way down and stop and swallow."

She never even tasted him until the last drops. She came up to him.

"That was easy. You taste good."

"Are you hungry?" 

She looked at him strangely. Then her tummy growled. She laughed. 

"Oh, yes, can we get some food and maybe a drink or two?"

"I have wine here. Dinner can be delivered as soon as we are ready. I want you to drink wine with me and later tonight we will do anal. I want you tipsy but not drunk."

They decided on a picnic so there was fried chicken, potato salad, pickles, baked beans and of course the wine, a good Chardonnay.

They talked of the things she had learned and how she would use that learning to impress her husband. Soon the meal was finished and she was tipsy. They went into the bedroom. Gil knew that in the top drawer where he had put the condoms were was the tube of KY jelly. He move it to the corner of the bed to be within reach. He started slowly, kissing and licking her. He was in no hurry. The kisses spread from her lips to her neck. Then to her breasts and down to her cute tiny belly button, the kisses ended at the intersection of legs and pussy. He ate her, his own cum seeping out of her.

She was delightful and, as she had said 'Look at the mess. Wow, there is a lot of it. We did a lot. It tastes like, well different. Not bad, just wet and kind of sweet and salty and I think I like it." 

He got his mouth back on her pussy, beginning with the orgasmic licking and sucking. She came two times. The tube was just under the pillow, he opened it and squeezed. The lube was transferred to her ass as he ate her. One finger, two fingers and finally three. She came a third time as he sucked her clit.

He used the lube on his cock. Deciding to stay on top, he rolled her legs up high. He eased the head against her.

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes, a bit but I will go slow and easy. Tell me when it hurts and I will stop."

"I will."

He kissed her, sharing the taste of them as he pushed gently. 

"Relax, B. K. I will be in if you relax." 

Suddenly he was in, the head beyond the ring of her ass. She cried out and he waited. 

"Tell me when you are ready, baby."

"Go very slow, I am really hurting."

He moved less than an inch. "Stop." They waited and the kissing started again. "I am ready."

This time he pulled back a bit then eased forward. Back and forward, back and deeper. 

"Gil, it does not hurt. Slip it all in."

He bottomed out and easily kept stroking. One hand sought her clit and began rubbing. That made the difference. She started moaning and talking.

"Yes, Gil, yes. Faster, baby, faster."

Not sure if she meant the stroking or the rubbing he increased both. 

"OH, GIL! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep."

He feared exhaustion before climax, but he moved with more force until she was moaning and beginning to scream.

'Fuck me, Gil, yes, my god, yes, pound me, make me cum, oh Gil, please, harder. fill me, fill me, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

She fell silent and still. She had fainted. He eased out of her, slipped into the bath and got a cloth, damp with warm water. Throwing a towel over his shoulder, he returned and cleaned her first, then himself. After drying and putting the cloth and towel in the dirty clothes hamper, he got back into bed and cuddled close and fell asleep. 

He awoke to her oral ministrations. She was doing blowjob No. 1. When he looked at her, she released him and asked, "Want me to take it all?" 

Smiling he said, "Just do what you are doing." 

She never hurried, never rushed him, but she did finish him. He wanted to return the pleasure, but she wanted breakfast. 

Breakfast was better after a good night of sex. Suddenly it occurred to him that they were no longer fucking they were having sex. Somehow, it made him feel better. The food was good and she watched him constantly. As they were exiting the dining hall, a rather large black man approached her.

"Hey, Bev, if you are free I would like to talk to you."

"I am busy, Ron."

"Good. Just remember I have nine inches waiting for you."

Gil watched her face. There was no change in her expression. they walked to his hut. 

"Gil, is there any real difference in how I would feel with his nine inches in me rather than your six and a half. My husband wanted me to try a real big one."

Gil was suddenly jealous but he could not let her see that. "B.K., he would stretch you more. If done gently, I think it would feel very good. I do not know if it would feel better."

"Why do you call me B.K.?" 

"It is my name for you, my special name."

"When you am with me, you will call me B.K. I like that. I will be B.K. for you. Gil, you are my man on the island but can I try a big cock before I leave?"

"B. K. you are a grown woman, you do not have to ask me for permission to do anything. I am not your husband. You would not be here if I were. You would be home and in my arms."

"Then it would be okay with you if I had a big cock before I leave?"

Anger flushed across his face, "I cannot give you permission to do any thing. I have no right beyond what you allow me to have. I am... hell, I do not even know what I am."

'You are a very nice man who is helping me be a better wife. And I like you a lot."

Gil and his B.K. walked the one hundred yards to her hut to get clothes for her. They walked in silence. Gil had no idea what she was thinking, but he was mad at himself. He was fucking jealous over another man's wife. She was not his, he had no claim, and she could do whatever she wanted. So why was he so angry that she wanted to try a bigger cock? Damn it all to hell.

"Gil? GIL?"

"I am sorry. What did you say?"

"I want to move into your place. Is that okay?"

"Sure, B.K. Move in."

She quickly packed the two bags she had and in 20 minutes Gil had a roommate.

The second day of sex started. Gil was willing to let B.K control the acts and the pace. He would be an agreeable something, he had no idea what. Ideas popped in and out of his head. Lover, stud, teacher, dildo?

She wanted to be fucked doggie style. He did it. She wanted him to eat her. He did it. She deep throated him and wanted to kiss him with his cum in her mouth. He did it. She wanted him to lick her ass. He did it. She wanted him to love her feet. He did it. She wanted to go to lunch. They did it. She wanted him to tittie fuck her and shoot into her mouth. He did it. She wanted him to ass fuck her again after she lubed her own ass and his cock. He did it. It was easier that time and she almost fainted again. She wanted to fuck as her husband fucked her. Turned out to be the missionary position. He did it. She wanted him to lick her clean again. He did it. She wanted to take a nap. They did it.

He woke first. His brain was running fast. 'What the hell was happening to me? I want her. I want her forever. I want her as lover, as wife, as mother for my children. I am fucking crazy. She is just trying to please her husband and I am just helping.'

"Gil, why do men think that a big cock makes them better lovers?" He had not realized she was awake. 

"I am not sure, B. K. I would guess that it is tighter, goes deeper and that would maybe make it a better orgasm maker. I am not sure. I am average. Men with smaller cocks get married and seem to have happy wives."

"Why did you get divorced?"

"My wife wanted other men. Men with much larger cocks. She was fucking four of them when I found out. I loved her. She ripped my heart out. I divorced her. I see her around town with men. She always says she loves me, but is unable to give up her lovers."

They made love one more time before they fell asleep. Side by side scissors, she had three more orgasms.

On Thursday, she wanted to swim nude. Damn near everyone was swimming nude. Gil noticed that B.K. was watching men with large cocks. He could see it happening to him again. He liked her and she was going to go after men with big cocks. He wondered if the ship was still in the cove and decided to find out. After the swim, he asked her to hike with him to the far side out the island. He mentioned outdoor sex and she was sold. 

They found the wide trail. They also found a tree with branches that touched the ground. They went under and made love on a blanket. She wanted doggie again. He did that and she had two orgasms. She wanted to be eaten and he did it. She had three more orgasms.

The trail ended at a cove and there was a ship. On the way, back she wanted to have sex standing up. He did it. She wanted him to clean her out and he did it. 

There was a game of nude volleyball that afternoon. Actually, it was big cocks against big tits. To make it more even, the men could only use one hand. The big cocks won but it was close. After dinner at the dinning room, B.K. and Gil went to their hut. She wanted anal and he gently stroked her into two orgasms. He was not sure if it was the hand on the clit or the cock in her ass. She blew him as they went to bed.

Friday was the last full day. Gil had given up on the boat in the cove. He had also given up on keeping her away from the big cock. Ron with the nine inches was waiting for her as they left the dining hall.

"Hello, Bev. Today is the last day. I have dates all day but I am free after dinner."

"Thank you, Ron, for keeping me posted." 

That day was filled with sex. After each time he came in her pussy she wanted him to eat her clean. It was a long day. Lunch was a picnic on the beach. Dinner was in the big dining area. There were prizes for silly things. Biggest tits, biggest soft cock, most times caught by the staff while engaged in sex, most times having sex in the ocean, the loudest screamer. It was funny, as the winners had to accept the prizes of shells and small pieces of driftwood. The two biggest prizes went to the most active man and woman. Ron and some blonde-haired woman won.

After dinner, they returned to their hut and B.K. started packing. 

"Gil, it was great. I will spend the last night in my old hut. I have so much to thank you for."

She kissed him and he helped her carry the bags back to her hut. He noticed many people carrying bags into and out of various huts. She kissed him again and said thank you.

He walked alone back to his place. He had some wine. The feelings overtook him. He wanted to know her address and phone number. He headed to her hut but she was not there. He left his number and headed back when he saw her and Ron go into a hut. He knew it was not right but he was hurt. 

Again, a woman he cared for had left him for a big cock. He would never tell anyone but he cried himself to sleep. He did not eat breakfast on Saturday morning. He did not tlak to any one on the ship. His plane was the first to leave. He was back in Detroit Metro airport by 11 AM. He went to his house, it was never a home, and got very drunk. Sunday was very bad with the mountain of a hangover he had. He was only able to get out of bed and use the bathroom. He was unable to eat. When he could walk, he called his ex-wife.

"It is Gil. Can you give up the big cocks?'

No, Gil. I love you but I need these big cocks. Will you live with me?"

"No, I cannot. Good bye."

A week passed. The group wanted stories of his trip. He refused to talk. They pried, they asked, they begged. On Saturday after he returned, they got him drunk. He talked, he cried, he cursed all women, he cursed them for doing this to him. All his friends knew that the island trip would never be mentioned again. However, it was worse than that; Gil stopped going out with the group. He was embarrassed whenever he was with them.

He began to look for Bev in the Ann Arbor school system. There were seven Beverlys and three were elementary school teachers. He took off early to drive to the elementary schools to look for her. All he had was the memory of her. None of the teachers he saw was B.K. After six months, he gave up. The depression deepened. He was still able to work, he even got raises. He was working 12 or more hours a day; he went in on the weekends. There was nothing else for him to do. 

One member of the group he used to hang with left an advertisement on his desk. The Club of the Island had a special. Only those over 40, a full six days and seven nights. He tossed it in the trash when everyone was in the office and watching. 

He finally went to a doctor at The University of Michigan Hospital for the depression. The pills did not help him; they actually made it worse. Different drugs were tried. Nothing worked. He was referred to an excellent psychologist. He had reached the point where he did not want to live. The appointment was on a Saturday morning at 8 A.M.

He arrived early. The receptionist sent him in to the office on the hour. The young female looked up from her pad.

"Hello, Mr. Morris. OH, MY GOD. Gil, it's you. I never did explain what I was doing on that island. It was personal research. I needed to meet and interview men and women about the size of penises. I was there for two years. Based on that research I wrote my book, "The Size Difference." It seems to be a very good seller and the money is great. I have been on Oprah three times. I am in the process of writing a screenplay. It will be a movie. Actually the week you were with me will be the focus of the movie."

There was more. The book had 400 case studies: 275 were a woman's movement to larger cocks and 125 was the movement to smaller. Gil was on page 124. The book and Dr. Beverly Katherine Hutchins tried to explain that the reasons women moved up was the fullness, feeling the deeper penetration and the perception that bigger was better. The reason women moved down was love. Dr. Hutchins also pointed out the women who had moved down were 5 times more likely to be unfaithful especially for a bigger cock. In her honesty, the good Dr. admitted the best sex she ever had was with the man in the case study on page 124. However, even he was no match for a really hard 9 x 7 (nine inches long and seven inches around.) 

The book was published by a commercial house, not a medical journal. The last chapter, of course, was her conclusions. Her conclusions were very simple. It is perception. How something is perceived determines the consequences. It was as Bruno Bettelheim of the University of Chicago said so many years ago: 

"Situations perceived as real are real in their consequences."

They were for Gil's ex-wife, for B.K. and of course for Gil. Gil sued when the movie appeared. He accepted a pay off that was over 5 million to drop the case. He retired early with lifetime pensionchecks of $203,712 and the annuity payments from the stock he owned. He moved to a small island in the Pacific. He basically owns the entire island. The retirement checks support the island fairly well. The location is slowly getting the big hotel chains interested in building on his island. He may not have the biggest cock but he controls the population of 1000 Polynesians. 

The cash crop is hand carved wood. It seems the island is a driftwood magnet. Wood from all over the Pacific washes up on the sands in the northeast cove. The income gets better every year. The women are very good at turning ugly wood into real art. The island is still poor and money still means more than cock size. Gil is very tan, has fathered 12 children and is currently breaking in another 18-year-old virgin. When she turns 20 or is replaced by another virgin, she will free to move on, or stay. He now has four women in his house, all available to him only.

Gil has lost his depression and loves his life. He is creeping up on fifty. He has sent many men from the island to work on construction projects all over the world. When the hotels start to build, he wants the labor to be from the island. The women stay on the island. The men come home once a year for four weeks. 

That four weeks are the same fours weeks that Gil travels to see if his ex-wife wants to move to the island (she always says no.) Gil then travels to the Club of the Island. He is a very welcome guest there. He spends two weeks with B.K. For that time, she is his to do with as he pleases. Part of the settlement, don't you know. He likes that too. 

*****

So, is it the size of the purse not the size of the pussy filler?

Lay on, MacDuff, and damn'd be he who cries, "Hold, enough." Shakespeare's MacBeth Act V Scene VIII

i am The H20wader