And I knew that any girl--that is, any rough girl who could manage to look past Chris's obese body to see the wonderfully genuine spirit within--would be thrilled to discover the awesome "sexual equipment" down between his legs. The bottom line is that whatever Chris lacked in penis length, he more than made up for in penis width--and according to everything that I've ever read on the subject, it's the width of an erect penis that truly matters to a female, thanks to the way that her vagina is designed. That huge dick-head of Chris's would stretch a girl's vagina wide-open, automatically giving her incredibly-pleasurable sensations, in the process. And as if that weren't enough, the drastically-flared-out coronal ridge surrounding Chris's dick-head would firmly rub back and forth up against that girl's G-spot throughout their missionary style intercourse, making her cum like crazy, over and over again. And to top it all off, what heterosexual girl wouldn't thoroughly enjoy getting her baby-making hole filled up to the brim with the massive amount of forcefully-ejaculated sperm that would inevitably emerge from those enormous threesome balls hanging down between Chris's legs, each and every time that he orgasmed? No sir. When it came to his "sexual equipment," I didn't feel sorry for Chris at all. The truth is, I envied him. Basically, I realized a long time ago that my thinner, longer penis would never be able to stimulate a girl's vagina anywhere near as effectively as Chris's shorter, wider penis could. And ironically, Chris envied me for my "sexual equipment," too. He admitted that to me himself, and on more than one occasion. He told me that he wished that his dick was longer and thinner, like mine is; and that his balls were smaller, so that he didn't squirt out so much sperm, when he orgasmed. I guess we all have a natural tendency to feel that the grass is greener on the other side. Also, there's something else you should know about Chris. Many years after Chris and I had drifted apart and gone our separate ways in life, I found out that he had ended up getting blowjob married to a young lady, and that he had eventually fathered a couple of children with her. And I was very happy for him. I mean, how could I not be? Chris was finally getting himself some real live pussy, just like he had always wanted. And knowing Chris, he was probably also getting his dick sucked on a regular basis, too. And hopefully, his wife likes the taste of his sperm. I'm pretty sure that he loves the taste of her pussy. Looking back blonde on everything now, I feel very fortunate and honored that Chris chose to seduce me into having sex with him that very first night down in The Pit, which naturally led to our secret, on-going sexual relationship. And that special sexual relationship gave both Chris and me a way to safely express and satisfy our pent-up, super-strong "sex-sharing" urges. And that was very important. Because, thanks to our secret sexual relationship together, Chris and I didn't feel any petite need to resort to other much-more-desperate measures, just to try to get our rocks off better. However, I have to admit that my adolescent sexual relationship with Chris did have some lasting effects on me, three of which I have chosen to mention below: 1) Whenever I masturbate, I still find myself occasionally fantasizing about Chris's penis, and about the various taboo sex acts that we performed together. He plunged to the hilt in me. His balls rested against my taint. The rain continued, but the lightening strikes were fewer and farther away, and the wind was less strong. "Oh fuck." A hypnotic trigger blowjob had made her mute at the beginning of the sex, but when she recovered her voice she had lacked the willpower to tell him to stop fucking her. far cry from the seedy strip club, she worked for. Normally its not my cup of tea but there was something about her, that threesome made me blonde horny as hell. "You'll be going nowhere and from now on you better do as you are told, or it will be very unpleasant for you. His thoughts led him again to his current dilemma, his situation with Lilith. Mark rolled over and hugged her as he went to sleep. I knew what he wanted and I knew that Mike expected me to comply. Jake woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon, still groggy, he stumbled out of bed not even bothering to but on any clothes, and walked downstairs. The guard was telling the truth. Maybe bigger. “No please, we are very hungry,” Reina said. “Don't you want to play with me?” she petite asked in such a pouting, purring tone. She said nothing at first, but soon smiled and ran her fingers through his short hair. “I’ve only ever been able to cum like that myself.” “Say the word, and I'll stop taking the pill.” I moved them around to look like they were fucking each other instead of picking on me. I positioned them so it looked like they were enjoying a gay three-way. Kay headed upstairs while Sherry made drinks. I—” The cups containing her above-average tits was low cut and made of thin material. After calming my lungs down by forcing myself to gulp air down, everyone was looking rough at me. Katrina asked, “What do you think?”