We had been married for thirty years and I was now 46. My periods had stopped and menopause was past. I told my husband that since the birth of my second child I was so stretched by childbirth that my love tunnel couldn't feel the ministrations of his cock very well anymore and I wasn't getting the orgasms that I used to when I was "sixteen and the tightness queen". He was only two years older than me and at 48 he thought I should go to the Gynecologist so we could seek an amelioration of the condition. Our Doc was a huge, muscular black man physician/ gynecologist from a back east medical school and said he had studied under several European medical specialists when he had me in the stirrups with a clear plastic speculum in me. The explanation was forthcoming. "You see my dear that your vaginal tube can accommodate a much larger penis than the average male has, which is six inches and the diameter of a German Knockwurst". Show me how big that is, I said. He showed me A plastic phallus of those dimensions which was about the size of my husbands. " This is about as big as most men get, he said". He showed me on a screen what my vaginal lining was like, pointing out the oval rough patch with cross ribbed crevices about two inches long and an inch wide in the roof of my 'cunt' as he called it which was my 'Grafenburg' spot. He said that it was about four inches in, underneath my clitorus.The key to your orgasms is the friction of your mate's cockhead against this structure. "Further in and at the end of this distensible tube is your cervix which now is at least eight inches in. So you see, my dear, that your husband's cock is now too small to pleasure you. I said that I knew no man larger than my mate. Well, he said, you can count on some men being larger than him as he brought forth a big black plastic phallus which was a huge ten inches long and as big around as a soft drink can! Oh my God I was getting excited and asked how that would feel? Just marvelous was his answer. "This plastic phallus will contact your cervix and push your womb up into your belly as it stretches your cunt and opens you up! Most of my patients are very pleased with this 'dildo' and use one of these to get off!" Geez, he was so frank in his talk I was steaming hot and fidgeting in the stirrups with my back on the padded table. Please doc,I want to see a real one! Are you big there? You are so frank with me I can be the same with you. I want to see a real cock. Can I see your cock? Is it big? I've never seen a cock that big and I want to know firsthand what it looks like. ( I had heard from the girls that he was big,big, and LARGE!). "Well, he said, that would be unprofessional though I must confess that I have been tempted to do that in the past and I have had enhancements done in Europe". Oh please Doc, I teased, I'm getting steamed up now and I won't tell on you. He pulled out the speculum and released me from the damnable stirrups and rolled them out of the way. OK missy, you asked for it. He dropped his pants down and pulled his boxers to his knees whereupon a massive, uncircumcised black cock appeared to my craving view. Oh doc, I coyly said,why can't I see your cockhead? He laughed and said that his foreskin was covering it. "Do you want to feel it?", he said. Yes,yes I reached and grabbed it. My hands slipped down his prick and revealed the silky smooth head (Glans he called it). Oh God that is so hot I said. I sat up and wondered at it's marvelous feel and size. I was gripped by desire as I leaned forward and ran my hands up and down it's length as he groaned with desire . I had crouched in front of the exam table and licked his cock underside. "OOOH missy that is the most sensitive spot on a cock and it's called the frenulum. The foreskin allows the glans to enter the vestibule of your vagina easily." Doc, don't be so talky and just keep on showing me your nasty cock. I want to see how a real big cock works and I want to feel it in my cunt too! He groaned again as I engulfed his cockhead in my mouth. MMMPPPFFFFHH as I rolled my head in a circle and he grabbed my hair and shoved about four inches into my mouth. I bobbed and bobbed and gave him a blow job like I would for my teenie weenie husband. He eventually blew off and filled my throat with his jizz. As I pulled off his dick it was as long as a ruler and was still hard as a steel rod whereupon he lifted me to the table again and laid me back. "Here's what it feels like to be really fucked you slut". He forced the cock into me and I clamped the dickhead tight behind it's crown and did the circular move. "OOOH grinding the coffee for you doc you big cock bastard". He began to penetrate inch by inch and stroke by stroke as I climaxed over and over with three or four years of pent up desire. My "spot" in my cunt popped with hurt and craven wonderful throbs of ecstasy spread to my sides and up clear to my heart where it contracted with hurt and wonderful throbs that went back down to my cunt! Again it travelled up and down as he jammed all the way to my cervix which shoved into my belly and the shooting contractions of muscle continued again and again. Glorious contractions around his love rod sent me to heaven! He hammered for 45 minutes as I hunched back. Ooh fuck me Doc Fuck me to the Moon it was so dirty and so wonderful I screamed and squirted all over his cock and balls. He sped fast and faster to his own climax that flooded my cunt with his jizz. As he softened and slipped out of me he reached over to a towel which he used with a douche bottle to clean me and wipe himself dry. I was stretched and he called me "a horse pistol whore" God I loved the fuck, his cock, and his dirty talk! He said that I would have to return for more treatment from time to time but only about every six months for a regular exam so none would suspect. Now what could I do to conceal my loose cunt from my husband? He gave me a playtex girdle that pressed my belly and narrowed my love tunnel. He said," I learned from my wife, my dear Georgia, after her trip to Jamaica with her girlfriends, to do this to cover the stretching. You put on this girdle, roll down the waistband and clip the two front garter straps to the waistband so your loose horse pistol whore cunt will be compressed and you and he will get a tight fuck! In Europe they use a corset for the same effect. Take the plastic dildo for therapy and don't tell all you cute little cunt!

 

A follow up dreamtime that was almost real; I can't help it when he pinches my hard nipples. It's a shot of electricity going to my twat and it hurts in a second then twitches and contracts over and over begging for the attention of his giant cock. My legs open and the doctor sticks his smegma head into my cunt and it cuffs him as I roll around the head of his cock with my hips and clamp his shaft as I laugh and say "HA HA Best in the West HAA AAAH !" He shoots almost like he hasn't had a fuck in a month and my deepest uterus is blasted with warm spunk and the spuee smell of the coital union is overpowering and SO fishy smelling like a can of smoked kippers opened at the sink to drain the juice. Juice it is as his spent cock slithers out of my stretched open cunt and his purplish cum runs out on the car seat. I say, "You will have to detail this big ass seat in this big ass Cadillac now as the smell is unmistakably sex and sex over sex! You gotta clean my big ass now daddy!We rocked the jalopy for maybe twenty minutes by his radium dial wristwatch and he says " I'll trade it in before my wife gets in it again you bet A HA HA HA! Then I wake up and the sheets need to go to the washing machine but my husband is hip to my dilemma that sent me to the Doc in the first place and knows I need a big cock for my horse pistol cunt. He has himself going to the local madam and is fucking young twat that is tight on his knockwurst sized cock. He says that the whorehouse is full of giggling girls that get off on his prick (As he calls it). But he still loves me and says that we are going to the Sandial Resort where I can satisfy my craving for big cock... OOH what a wonderful guy he is! To be continued

 

I wasn't always as big as the Lincoln Tunnel down there. There was a time that I had never sampled the joys of carnal fun. We were in seventh grade and I was precocious like all of the girls ( and the boys were half a year behind us ). At the old brick schoolhouse there was a double door toilet at the end of the front hall past the coat rack Marked men and women. One day I was squirming in my seat needing to pee at the last half hour where Mr. Johnson gave us our assignments for homework and I scribbled down the info . Then, finally, after the bell rang, was the going home time and everyone scrambled for the door, me included. I went past the coat rack that Wednesday to get to the toilet. The door opened as I was crossing my legs trying to hold back the gutterwasher in my bladder and out came Mrs. Hughes the third grade teacher. I hurried in and plopped down as I lifted my skirt and dropped my panties and blasted noisily, splashing droplets back up to my ass with the force of a firehose. Then came a voice that I recognized as the janitor Charlie who was still on duty cleaning the trough where the boys pissed. (How did I know that it was the trough was because the boys had bored a hole thru the wall so they could see the cunts and asses of the girls and I was just as interested in the boys). " Dam Jennie , you must have had to go bad" Charlie said. Well, That was Mrs. Hugheses' first name . I was silent. He said then "Looka at what I got here girl. Just peep thru the hole I'm gonna have to plug. Oh, he thought I was the teacher. I timidly bent and peeped as he pulled out his one eyed Roscoe and I squealed as I saw his cock as long as my forearm hosing down the trough. His cock head was covered with skin and on the right side of his baseball bat was plainly tattooed "CHERRYBUSTER"! Oh Gol dang none of the boys had that! My gasping led him to believe that I wasn't who he thought I was. He left in a hurry as I was wiping my ass and now impressed vividly with the sight I had just seen! I smiled as God must have favored me with this information and "wait till I tell the girls"! I waited for five minutes as everyone had flown the coop. I cautiously peeped out and, relieved at seeing no one, went and got my coat and scarf. I dreamed for two whole days and nights about that huge cock. Never having any kissing or groping I was enthralled with the thought that would fit me like the dog fits the bitch. I wondered if we got knotted like that the dogs did. I did not know . On the weekend I went to the matinee at the old Pic Theatre on Prospect, the commercial street. My first choice to spend a nickel was at the doughnut shop across Brushy creek to the north of the cross parkway. Then I walked to the theater several blocks north and dropped a dime to see the cowboy movie and Republic serial about guess what, ( Cowboys )! Tom Mix and Lash LaRue were on though I had other guns in mind than six shooters. As I entered the seat area from the lobby I waited till my eyes adjusted to the dark. The seat rows were illuminated then unlike later when the moviehouse got run down and the screen was ripped at the bottom ( another story ). I looked down row A and suprisedly saw old Charlie sitting halfway down the row! Everyone else sat at the middle talking thru the movie like the (much later) Mystery Science Theatre 3000. I was thinking fast and scrooched down the row till I got next to the surprised Charlie and said " I'll tell about you and Jennie unless you do to me what you obviously do to her Charlie. I want to learn about screwing so bad , soooo baaad!" He said without fear,"Nancy, I knew it was you cuz I saw your coat hanging alone on the rack and I don't miss much, especially the glances of the horney schoolmarms, who all heard about my cock, but aren't you too young for this?" I said,"Charles, I heard all about you coming back from the war like the big hero you are. My own mother with most of the women in this town were so panting after any cock that would get hard that I never missed anything since forty two till now. I need to know and I don't want any dumb groping schoolboy to teach me you big big man!" He was breathing hard as I reached for his belt buckle. "Gimme your thing right now I hissed like the bitch I was and my mother before me. His cock sprung free and stuck a rulerlength in the bare air. I had dropped the snaps on the bottom of my bodyshirt and opened the way to my virgin tunnel. "Dam girl but you are so forward. I never saw a cunt as eager as you, not even in Paris", he said. I rose up and mounted him like a cowgirl gets on a horse. His big rod moved back and forth as he rubbed my labia Majora until he squeezed into my vestibule of joy . He pushed and I held back a scream as he busted me open to the joys of Heaven and The Song of Solomon. "OOOH, lemmie roll round a little like my whore mother does. She told me about this to stop and fool with your prickhead like grinding the coffee beans. She left nuthin to my imagination and I'm glad it is you who gets to fuck me CharlieCharlie OOOH UNNNNH Charlie Charlie Push up stretch me out and I'll try to settle down to the saddle you great big cowboy. Pushing and shoving he managed to get up to the end of my tunnel where I held up with my legs and he shoved in and out like the piston stroke of an aircraft engine ( My mom worked on the engines at the aircraft factory during the war and told me all about the planes and the ways of men she sorely missed at that time. ) [ another story to come! ] OOHH Charlie fuck and fuck and come as I am flying a mile high and screw me to the moon. Then I learned my special skill when my cunt clamped down hard on his cock and brought the explosion when he came in my deep dark spot and I shivered and got so weak in the legs I collapsed on his legs with my first orgasm. No howling to attract attention but I squirted all over him . He was throbbing like mom said and we cooled down about a hundred degrees. My first fuck ended when he slithered out of me and we crept to the restrooms while the cowboys shot it out but not like we just shot it out! Later we got together on weekends at his crummy apartment and later at my house when he sparked me and my mom. But that is another story for later. Bye now voyeur.
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As I was on my way to jr. high after the episodes at the brick school house and my subsequent initiation by Charlie, I saw a guy just two years older than me going into a house carrying a coupla wrenches. I greeted him with "I thought you were going to the Senior High ( West of the Capitol building there in Ks. ) " Joseph said back over his shoulder " I messed with my girl friend and she's pregnant and they just put me to work instead!" No more Crane Jr. High? "Naw, the legal age for marriage in this State is twelve and they need plumbers so here I am out of that dam school and I'm working now." I thought yeah that could happen to me too , gettin married. Better be careful around my guys and wise up Nance!

 

What a wonderful story. Have you tried ana;

 

Uh, That I consider unnatural and abusive and serves no purpose to the useful theme of eroticism other than to assuage the egos of those who dominate be they male BDSM or dominatrix themes. Anything that degrades or abuses one party over another should be avoided so, no I don't do or consider "ana;". The theme of first sex is usually one of "Underage" as considered by today's standard but in that distant time of the first half of the twentieth century people in the midlands were considered adult at the age of puberty and were treated with the respect and consideration of that attainment and schooling was reading, writing, arithmetic, getting along with others, and how to handle money and banking ;; and other practical considerations you had learned by the seventh grade. A life span was about forty in 1900 and steadily increased to the Great Depression when the whole world was thrown into a chaos of lost jobs and no income. Real money was extant with gold and silver coins and gold and silver certificates ( Bills ) with intrinsic value. A whole different world I try to convey along with the eroticism of these stories. I tend to get too verbose but there is so much I have seen in eighty years and I try to convey real happenings in the guise of characters that experience more than the normal person sees in the period of his or her youth. Thank you for liking my stories and there will be more to come if the well doesn't go dry. Hasta la Vista, Jene