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Too Tight for Comfort
It started with a joke.
As long as we have been together, my and I have teased each other,
especially in bed. This time, we had just finished making love, and were
still wrapped tightly in each other's arms, with my on top. As my
breathing slowly went back to normal, I hugged her even tighter, enjoying
the feeling of her crushing against my chest. From her reactions
and the satiated look in her eyes, I could tell that she had enjoyed herself
at least as much as I had.
"That was incredible," I told her. "You're a one-woman harem. I think I'll
keep you after all."
"Hmph! What makes you think that I'll keep YOU? Maybe I'll go looking for
a with handsomer face and a bigger dick!" she replied, emphasizing her
point by squeezing her tight around my still half-erect penis.
"I don't think a bigger one would fit!" I laughed. With a pleased expression,
she squeezed me again, sighed, and slowly slid off into sleep.
Although she had been joking, I hadn't been. My is a woman, and
although I am of only average size, compared to her I feel like a giant. Even
when she relaxes, her is tight; when she tightens it, I have trouble
entering. All the same, her joke gave me an idea.
The next day, I stopped by an adult bookstore on the way home. I looked
through their selection, and picked out a good-sized vibrator, a sleeve
for it, and - important! - a tube of lubricating jelly. The next time she
made that particular joke, I planned to be ready for her.
A few days later, the opportunity came. I had just given her a hug and
suggested we go to bed early. With a devilish gleam in her eye, she skipped
back out of reach.
"I want sex - but not with you! Find me a BIG man!"
"Is this big enough?" I said, producing the vibrator from the nightstand.
Her eyes widened. I could understand why; although it was not the biggest
they had in the store, it was certainly large enough. The vibrator itself
was about eight inches long and nearly two inches thick; the soft rubber
sleeve, sculpted and lifelike, was nine or ten inches long and at least
two and a half inches thick. I half expected her to shriek with fear, but
I was wrong. She tentatively reached out and touched it, then pulled her
hand back as if it had bitten her.
"It feels almost real! And so big - why on earth did you get it?"
"You said you wanted a big - here's your chance to prove that you could
handle one. I don't think that you can even fit this into that tight little
pussy of yours."
Quite honestly, I had expected her to laugh and give up at this point, but
she proved me wrong. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and
let her robe slide to the floor. As she slid her down and off,
I noticed that, judging by the large damp patch, she was already aroused.
Although she is petite, with rather small breasts, she has unusually large
and erect nipples. With every breath, her nipples swelled and darkened
even more. By the time she reached out and took the vibrator out of my hands
they were as big as thimbles and nearly as hard.
Once she had the vibrator, she fell back onto the bed. As soon as she had
wriggled into a comfortable position, she reached with both hands and tried
to insert the dildo into herself. Try as she might, though, it gave her
problems. She had spread her lips with one hand and was pushing the
head of the dildo into herself with the other, but despite the growing slick-
ness of her she could not get the knob, as large as a good-sized plum,
She began to whimper with frustration when I took it back from her, but her
fears were groundless - I had no intention of stopping her. Instead, I got
out the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount out onto the head
and shaft, rubbing it around until the entire length was thickly coated.
With the added lubrication, she was able to force the head of the big rubber
cock slowly inside her. She gasped and stopped for a moment as the widest
part of the knob slipped inside; once she had caught her breath again, how-
ever, she began to work it back and forth, gradually beginning to thrust it
deeper as she adjusted to its size.
By the time she had worked five inches or so into her pussy, her entire body
was covered by a slick coat of sweat. Try as she might, though, five inches
seemed to be the limit. When I leaned closer to look, I was amazed that she
had even got it that far; the lips of her were stretched so tight that it
seemed they were ready to rip apart, while her little clit had been pulled
down to rub against the shaft. Her mouth fell open when I turned the vibrator
on; up until this moment she had thought it was just a dildo. Within moments,
her whole body began to shake uncontrollably.
At first, she remained on her back, though certainly not at rest - every
muscle in her body seemed to be hard as rock, while her face appeared almost
agonized. She began to slowly curl up as she rolled over onto her side; by
the time she was face-down she was in a fetal crouch. Any fears I might have
had for her well-being were dispelled by her hands - her knuckles were white
from the intensity of her grip on the vibrator, as she unsuccessfully tried
to force it deeper inside.
Her moans became shrieks as I began to roll her clit between the fingers and
thumb of my left hand, alternately pinching and tugging her stiffened nipples
with the right. She appeared to have crossed some internal boundary; every-
thing I did seemed to register as pleasure. Indeed, she was writhing so
unpredictably that I had to be especially careful not to her, although
the time or two when she jerked unexpectedly and got a hard pinch seemed to
excite her even more.
I really don't know how long this went on - it could have been minutes or an
hour - but eventually she began to tire. With an exhausted moan, she rolled
onto her back again and collapsed into a spread-eagled sprawl, the humming
vibrator still impaling her. After she had recovered slightly, she grasped
it once again and began to slowly pull it out. Even with her copious natural
lubrication it appeared to give her as much trouble coming out as going in.
Finally, however, the head emerged, and her stretched-out was able to
After a session like that, I expected her to collapse and sleep, but she had
other ideas. Her voice was hoarse but urgent as she told me she wanted -
needed - me RIGHT NOW!
After watching her for so long, I was almost as excited as she had been. I was
on her almost before she finished speaking. As soon as I felt the head of my
cock against her entrance, I thrust as hard as I was able. Through my growing
pleasure, though, I noticed something strange - though wet and slick, her
pussy was as tight as ever!
"But how . . ." I managed to gasp.
With a smile, she suddenly tightened her so much I could barely move,
then relaxed again to her normal tight dimensions. Somehow, I was able to
restrain myself, but when she began repeat it, almost milking my cock, it
was too much. When I finally came I felt as if it were an explosion, and
we both almost blacked out. All the same, though, my question remained
unanswered, and once we had caught our breath again I returned to it.
"I still can't believe that you were able to take something THAT big." I
finally managed to whisper.
"If I can enough to manage a baby, I can certainly manage something
"But how can you be so TIGHT again immediately afterwards? It looked like
it was tearing you in half!"
A laugh and a smug smile were my only answer.