Korina's Confessions

 Chapter One- My First Big Relationship

At this point of my life I started to worry a little bit about my desire not to be a slut when coupled with my desire to be sexual. Masturbating was good enough most of the time. But every now and then I wanted to feel and touch a guy and I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be fingered. And I wanted to have a guy go down on me. It just occurred to me, that was something I had not even experienced yet. I really wanted to make it a goal of mine to make a trade with whoever the next guy I decided to mess around with was. I started to become more and more curious about how it would feel to have a tongue down there.

Once I got to college adjusting to dorm life was the hardest part. I wasn't the most outgoing person in the world. I liked my privacy and there were always people scurrying about, in and out of the dorm, planning the next party, just stuff, always stuff going on.

My mind started to change more once I got in college. The phase of rapid growth in relation to my sexual desires had reached its plateau. But now it felt like I was in need of preparing for real life. I started to become interested in different things. And I started to plan for my future.

High school was easy. Show up and I made A's. College was a bit more challenging. But I didn't find that the work was so much more challenging than the amount of work and the availability of different fields of study to choose from. I always knew that I was intelligent and that I liked to challenge myself. Now it was about finding out what my interests and passions were.

After my first semester got under way with general education classes I could at least start to see some preferences. I really enjoyed Biology during the first couple of weeks. I had always enjoyed reading and writing, so I was also pretty happy with my Literature class. I wasn't as into History or Math, but I was succeeding at them both.

Sadly, I spent the entire first semester of college engulfed in school. I probably only went out with a group of peers four or five times total. I found myself several times alone at night in my dorm room with my roommate gone out partying, actually masturbating to porn every now and again. Granted, it wasn't the sort of porn I had experienced in the past. It wasn't the huge dick, fuck 'em hard, cum on their face, raw kind of porn. I had found a couple of sites that were more sensual. More tailored to females, most of them with at least some sort of reasonably believable storyline.

Anyways, I spent that entire first semester without even trying to meet a guy and without sex of any kind. When I got home for break I was glad to be home. But Karen could certainly tell that something was up. She got me one morning when the boys were gone and just asked me about everything. I explained my social life, or lack thereof, in great detail to her. She already knew I had done well and probably always would do well academically.

I was determined to take her advice to heart. Which was basically that I would never have any academic troubles, so to make sure that I involved myself in some kind of social settings. Or, as she put it, "It's okay to go out and just get some dick once in a while."

That really wasn't my thing. Especially given my first and only attempt at just getting some dick. It was a horrible experience for me. I was what I was and what I was, was a relationship kind of girl. (Did I just find an inner Dr. Seuss?) Still, I did look forward to physical contact from someone other than myself.

I was going to choose the guy this time. It may take a bit of time, but I'm not letting anybody else make the suggestions.

There was a guy in my Biology 201 class that I had my eye on, Chaz. I knew he was a baseball player and from the first two weeks of class I could tell that he was smart and engaging. He sat one person up in the row beside me. As soon as we were assigned our first lab and our teacher told us to choose our lab partner, he turned and glanced my way and with a confident smile on my face I mouthed, "Wanna be my lab partner?"

He briefly gave one of those "Who? Me?" looks as he pointed to himself. "Of course," Chaz responded.

Over the course of the next three weeks, having done two labs together now and having talked more and more during class, we were in that phase where I think we both knew that we were interested in each other. I was the one with the balls to ask him out, though. I invited him to my house to grill out down by the lake at my place. He seemed eager.

Chaz was pretty good looking, I thought. He was about six foot two inches tall, on the thin side but well built. And from what I could tell thus far he was smart and sweet. I was glad he accepted the date.

Date night was that Friday. Karen and my Dad were going to grill out for all of us this time. There wasn't going to be much (if any) fooling around tonight. I was okay with that. I didn't much care for my last experience, so when and if I did anything with Chaz, it was going to be after he showed that he could restrain himself a bit. He had to earn it. But I was sure as hell hoping he would.

The dinner and the conversation was great. Chaz didn't talk much but was very polite when he did. My parents seemed to like him. I found this to be a pretty good barometer oddly enough for a kid my age.

After dinner my parents left us alone by the fire. Chaz had to leave by ten o'clock and it was eight forty-five. For several minutes after they left Chaz didn't say a word. I kind of liked that he was a bit shy. I decided to take charge a little bit and find out more about where we stood physically. I got up out of my chair, walked over to him and straddled him and sat down with my hands on his shoulders beside his neck.

I looked in his eyes and said, "Well...do you wanna kiss me or what?"

He leaned forward and we started making out. He placed his hands on my hips the whole time. He didn't touch my ass. He didn't touch my breasts. He didn't touch my anything. But after several minutes of making out I could feel his pants start to rise. I pulled away from him, smiled and kind of gently poked the top of what was certainly his shaft and asked, "What's going on down there?"

And before he could answer I added, "I'm glad you're turned on but it'll have to wait until next time." And we kept making out for a few more minutes before I decided to cut it off. I figured I could use this as a tease, but also, he wasn't touching me. He was clearly more shy than I thought. I would have to be ready to get things going next time. And he left for the night.

I was certainly hot and bothered that evening after our first physical exploration. I masturbated in my room later that night thinking about taking it further.

Over the next week we continued to hang out more and more. We found ourselves meeting in the college cafeteria each morning so that we could eat breakfast together. During the following week there was a short holiday break. I invited him to come to my house for the start of break since I knew Mark would be gone and I knew my parents would have to work. What I didn't know was how to make sure that Kris wasn't at home that day.

I told him that I wouldn't tell Karen if he wanted to go to the bowling alley all day with his friends.

Chaz got there around nine in the morning. I knew he must have been somewhat anxious and wondered if he would have gathered up the courage to do a little more physically this time, but I wasn't about to wait for his shyness to make an attempt at me. I wanted to make sure it happened.

I went straight to it. I told him to come into my bedroom with me. I hopped onto my bed and laid down and motioned for him to come join me. He slid on top of me without really touching me and we started making out. I sort of jerked him down onto me to reassure him that physical contact was okay. I grabbed his right hand and moved it down to my body to help him get rid of his shyness, and to help guide him towards touching me. Though he started rubbing me he clearly did not have a clue what he was doing. I helped guide his index finger into me. He began to go in and out slowly, which felt—eh—okay. Fortunately I was already a little wet with anticipation anyways, so it still felt good.

After a few minutes of fingering me ever so gently, I decided that he was so inexperienced that I would have to take some control. I pulled his finger out and gave him a light push up to guide him off me. I helped position him beside the bed and I sat up and faced him with my face about even with his stomach. I lifted his shirt up over his head to reveal a nice flat stomach. Then, to help him out, I unbuttoned my top and shed my shirt and took off my bra. His eyes lit up. It was like it was the first pair of tits he'd ever seen. I placed his hands on them for him to feel. He was very gentle when touching them as well.

I reached to his pants and unbuttoned the top button to reveal another button. Buttons all the way down. After undoing the very last button I skipped a step and pulled the underwear down with his jeans all at once. Size wise he was at least pretty close to what Craig's was. It was really big and from what I could tell, not completely hard yet.

I grabbed it gently and moved it side to side to get a good look at it, looked up to Chaz and said, "You're really big," grinning.

"Thanks," he said. (I always found this an interesting response. It's not like he had any control over it.)

I started sucking him slowly and gently. For the first few seconds I just barely went past his head and used my tongue to make swirls around the part that I was sucking. After less than a minute he had grown a little bit as it got fully hard. His cock was really long, but it was also fairly thick. His shaft was thick and had a slightly upward curve. His head wasn't small but it wasn't particularly big or thick either. It was a sexy cock.

After less than a minute of the shallow sucks with my tongue swirls I decided to see how much of him I could take in. I went down slowly so as not to choke myself. Like I said, I had a kind of natural talent for this. I only missed getting the whole thing by about an inch. I was pretty impressed with myself as I slowly pulled my lips back down the length of his huge shaft.

Clearly he was pretty impressed as well. As soon as my lips got to the tip of his cock he shouted, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled his cock the rest of the way out of my mouth and started giving him long hard strokes with my hand while pointing him at my chest. His cum didn't shoot out like I expected. It just kind of rolled out. There was a huge amount though.

I knew he was sexually inexperienced, but given how quickly he came I wondered if that was his first blowjob. So, I asked, "Have you ever gotten head before that?"

"No," he replied.

"Well, did you like it?" I asked.

"It was amazing!" he said, breathing heavily.

"Good," I replied.

"Have you ever gone down on a girl?" I asked.

"No," he replied seemingly a bit ashamed of that fact.

"Wanna give it a try?" I suggested.

"Sure," he said.

I suppose it was because of his lack of experience but there was no warm up. There was no working his way down there. I was already really wet because quite frankly I had a certain fondness for giving head, so I didn't really need much in the way of teasing, but if I had, I would have had to tell him exactly what to do.

When he got down there he put his tongue inside me and began to lick. It felt every bit as good as I expected it to. I enjoyed being fingered, but this was a different kind of feeling. As is easy to imagine his tongue was softer, wetter and had to work harder to get inside me. He didn't change things up any. He just licked me the same way for several minutes. I wasn't going to cum like this. But it was worth the first experience.

After several minutes I pulled him back up to me and laid my head on his shoulder as he lay beside me on the bed. He asked me if he was bad at it.

"No. It felt really good. I've never had a guy go down on me before, so I imagine there are other techniques I would like you to try in the future, but your tongue felt really amazing inside me," I responded.

"Your tongue felt amazing too!" he said excitedly. "Have you given head before?" he asked.

"Yeah. I have given two other guys head. But I've never tried on a dick as big as yours. I have almost no gag reflex so I was surprised I couldn't get you all the way down. I'll get there with some practice!" I teased.

Over the next month we found several times to mess around. We experimented with each other orally on a regular basis. Our relationship was getting pretty close. I was wrong about one assumption from the first time I gave him head, though. He didn't cum quickly because of his inexperience. He came quickly because he came quickly. I didn't know how that would translate for me when we decided to have sex, but I didn't care a whole lot because he was actually a decent guy. In a way it made me feel a little bit bad for him that he was prone to cum so quick. He didn't get to enjoy things for very long.

After about three months worth of dates and getting to know each other I just came out and asked him if he would like to have sex. He of course jumped at the opportunity.

The morning of the day I had invited him over I decided to go to Walgreen's to buy some larger condoms. I still had the ones Karen had left for me with the dildo, but they weren't the ones for larger guys. I didn't think they would fit him. And honestly I didn't know if Chaz would think about it, or if he wouldn't be too embarrassed to actually take them to the counter and buy them.

That night I told Chaz to meet me at the same place on the public beach down from my house that I had used before. This time it was just going to be he and I though.

We started a fire and just cuddled for a bit under the stars. I started the action as usual. We took that action into the tent where the firelight was just barely enough for us to see each other.

I made him finger me and go down on me for a bit to get me really wet before I had any intention of trying to fit his size inside me.

"You're really tight," he replied.

"Yeah it's a really tight fit with that huge dick of yours," I said grinning as I started to straddle him. I wanted to make sure he was on the bottom so that I could control how deep I went. I figured he was big enough to hurt me if I didn't control the depth and pace.

As soon as the head of his cock was inside me my eyes rolled back in my head. I slid further down with extreme caution. I went very slowly for both myself to help me adjust to his size, and for him to help keep him from having an orgasm. I kept my hand on the base of his shaft as I slowly started to glide up and down. I looked at him and asked, "How's that?"

"You feel so good," he replied.

I slid myself back down on his shaft. His size felt really—it's hard to explain it. It was a filling kind of feeling. After about two minutes of riding him I started to worry about his ability to hold it. I told him, "You don't have to tell me when you are about to cum, okay?" "I just want you to enjoy the feeling. When you need to cum I just want you to let it out."

I began to pick up the pace and ride him a little bit deeper. Sure enough he started to thrust his hips into me after about thirty more seconds. His thrusts felt really good. He was unable to control his pace once the urge hit him. He began to moan with pleasure and I could feel his cock get even harder and larger inside me as I knew he had started to cum.

For the next couple of months we found every opportunity we could to have sex. I always enjoyed it, but there was no denying at this point that his premature problem was not going away.

I decided that I wanted to get a little bit kinky with him one day when we were at my house with nobody else but Karen there. He had come over for breakfast, which Karen made for us. After breakfast Karen finished her cup of coffee and told us that she was going to take a shower.

As soon as she walked back to her bedroom to take a shower I grabbed Chaz and pulled him up from the table and drug him quickly into my bedroom. I was going to take advantage of his quickness and satisfy my horny curiosity at the same time. I didn't really want to risk sex because it would take some time to get the condom on and off, so I was just going to give him head. I laid him on my bed and yanked his pants off. I got his dick hard very quickly and began sucking him with a little faster pace than normal.

Of all the times for him to last two or three minutes longer...

I could feel his cock begin to twitch in my mouth after about four or five minutes of vigorous sucking. I could tell he was getting close. I started to deepthroat him as deeply and rapidly as I could, trying to get his whole penis in my mouth with every suck. Right about the time I knew he was about to cum my door swung open. Karen let go of her towel with her hand over her mouth and a somewhat shocked face. Her towel fell to the floor and half a second later Chaz began to cum. She stood in front of the both of us completely nude, with a towel wrapped around her hair to dry. It was the first time I had seen her with no underwear. I was somewhat surprised that she was a little bit furry down there. All of the girls my age that I had ever talked to or seen in the showers at school were shaved. I assumed she would be too.

I held the base of Chaz's cock and let him finish his orgasm. There was really nothing either of us could do. Plus I am sure it didn't hurt him any to see my hot step mom naked as he was cumming. And I am not entirely certain that Karen didn't know what she was doing. She stared as he continued to cum. Once he was almost finished she seemed to awake from a miniature trance, shaking her head and saying she was sorry as she closed the door back.

I told Chaz not to worry about it, that she was really cool. He seemed pretty okay with it.

Chaz left for a baseball tournament shortly after that little episode played itself out. When I sat down for lunch with Karen she just gleaned at me for several minutes before I finally asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing. Quite the difference between he and Eric huh?" she pried.

"Yes, there is a pretty big difference," I said.

"I'll say pretty big!" she said excitedly. "That thing was huge!" "So how is it? Do you like it?"

"I mean, I like it, but..." I started.

"There's a but?" Karen interjected.

"Well, it feels pretty good, but he's got a bit of a premature problem," I admitted.

"Really? How premature?" she asked.

"He pretty much never lasts more than five minutes. Even when I am just giving him head," I opened up.

"Well that's too bad. He seems like a good guy. Can't help but think about that dick, though. It's been a long time since I have seen anything like that!" she said giddily.

"I mean I really like him. He is a good guy. But I do worry about any possible future since he's considering transferring colleges halfway across the country," I told Karen.

"Well if you ever want to bring him back over for some wine and some fun," she winked. "I'd give that dick a shot!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he already gave you a shot while you were standing there naked staring at his dick," I responded.

Chaz had become my first long-term relationship ('long-term' for me meaning more than three months). We were nearing the end of the school year and were still together, still having fun and still learning about each other. The longevity of the sex had still not changed, but he had started to make up for it by taking longer during the foreplay.

As the second semester came to an end, Chaz told me that he thought he was going to transfer to another college in hopes of getting to play more. I knew this was going to be difficult. Ultimately I knew that we were going to break up. I had made up my mind that I wanted to do something a little bit special for him. He was a nice guy and treated me well.

I offered to make a video with him.

This idea would require me to make sure everybody was out of the house again, which I had apparently become fairly proficient at. But I knew he would like the idea of having a sex video. Doesn't every guy?

It wasn't until after the school year ended that I had another weekend alone in my house. So I invited him over and had everything ready to roll to make our video. He was completely unsuspecting too.

When he got to the house I told him my plans to make the video. He was more than a little bit excited.

We started getting hot and heavy. I climbed on top of him and took off my shirt. My nipples were hard already. I was kind of excited about this bit of voyeurism. I reached down to rub him on the outside of his pants and as I did I asked him, "Have you ever measured yourself?"

"No, why?" he asked.

"Because your dick is really big. I know most guys measure themselves. And most guys are nowhere near this big. I just assumed you would want to know. I guess I assumed that you would be rather proud of your big dick," I said.

"Actually I've always been a little bit self conscious that I was freakishly big and that maybe girls wouldn't like it," he responded.

"Well that's interesting. I think most guys would prefer that they be more endowed regardless of their size," I said.

"So, do you care if I measure you?" I asked curiously.

He chuckled. "I don't care, but why do you want to know?" he asked.

"Personal curiosity," I answered honestly.

As I got up to grab a ruler I also pressed the "Record" button. My camera was set up on a tripod at an angle that looked down as if to give the viewer the view that he had during sex (point of view as I have now come to learn.) I climbed back on top of him and began kissing his neck and working my way down. I undid his pants and immediately put his semi-hard cock in my mouth to get him hard. As soon as he was fully hard I placed the ruler beside his shaft, held it steady and studied closely to see that he topped out right at (maybe just barely below) the eight inch mark.

"I guessed you were probably about eight," I said grinning at him. I went back to sucking him for just a minute.

"Lets see if I can fit eight inches down my throat," I said seductively as I went all the way down on his long shaft and held my head there for several seconds.

After I came back up I gave him a few strokes with my hand to make sure he was well lubed before he entered me. I sat down on his cock and began to ride him. I gradually picked up the pace and after three minutes and twenty-three seconds, right on cue, he began thrusting almost uncontrollably. I was used to how big he was at this point so I really enjoyed it for the few seconds he just pounded me. Then again, I also knew it was about twenty seconds from being over. Poor guy.

The next morning I uploaded the video and emailed it to him.

Chapter Two- Another Large Endowment

Chaz was a really good guy, but he wasn't the one for me. He was going to transfer to another college in hopes of getting more playing time in baseball, so our mutual break up worked itself out about as good as it possibly could have.

At the start of my sophomore year I found myself enrolled in two more classes that I found myself very interested in, Chemistry and Psychology (101's). Psychology was particularly appealing in that it was focused on trying to understand the human mind. The sciences that I so enjoyed were appealing because of the objectivity that they relied upon. It just felt like a nice balance between subjective reasoning and explanations and objective observation and explanations. I decided that in my sophomore year I would delve into some Anatomy classes so that I could apply both the science and the psychy to humans.

In the meantime, I needed some attention to my own anatomy. I was quickly getting to the point where I was about to be willing to put myself in another bad position at some random party. I decided to make another effort to look around. It's not like I hadn't had guys hit on me during college so far, they had. But apparently I am both picky and I like to be the one to "go get 'em." So I turned to the same avenue that I had during my second semester of college. I was going to take advantage of choosing my lab partner in Chemistry.

The semester had barely started and according to the syllabus I had two weeks before our first lab. I had a fair amount of time to look around.

I clearly had a type. Tall and lean. At least physically, that's who I went for. Brandon was a quiet guy who sat in the front row and always took notes feverishly as if he was really interested in learning. He was probably about six foot three inches tall, with light brown hair and green eyes. I approached him one day after class well before we had been asked to choose our lab partners and I simply stood over him as he finished packing up his stuff and asked, "Excuse me. Hi. My name is Korina. I noticed you always taking notes up here and I just figured that you would make a good lab partner. I know that the Professor hasn't mentioned it yet, but I was just wondering..."

"Sounds great!" he said excitedly. "You're the one that always gives good answers and asks good questions back there aren't you?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know about all that," I replied.

"Count me in," he said. "Sorry, but I've gotta run. My next class is all the way across campus. Talk to you later?"

"Looking forward to it," I said.

Even before our first lab experiment together I just kind of went for it and asked him if he would like to go to the weekend's frat party. He did. So we made our first appearance together. I made sure not to drink very much. We didn't do anything that night. We just hung out and played a couple of random card games that were going on and then went our separate ways at the end of the night.

I used the first lab experiment to kind of pry into him and get to know him a bit better. The following weekend there was a concert on campus. This time he took the initiative and asked me if I would like to go. I did, of course.

This time I did a little bit more drinking. I had made up my mind that I needed to get some. I wasn't really interested in having sex but I was already pre-planning to go back to his room (if his roommate wasn't there) and at least have some fun.

I ended up drinking quite a bit more than I wanted to. When we got back to his room I was pretty drunk. Not lose your inhibitions drunk, but drunk enough to remove my outer coating of shyness. We made out for a couple of minutes while standing beside his bed. In my drunken state I got bored with this and just straight up told him, "I wanna see your penis."

He chuckled. "Who calls it a penis nowadays?"

"Well what do you call it?" I asked.

"My dick," he replied.

"Well, can I see your dick?" I asked.

"Can I see your tits?" he retorted.

(Whoosh) Up went my shirt and off went my bra. I stood there with my hands on my hips and my breasts out and grinned. "Your turn."

I think he was a bit stunned. After several seconds of just staring I asked, "Like what you see?"

"Yeah," he responded, shortly.

"You're taking too long," I said. And I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and yanked them down in a rush.

He was clearly not hard yet, but it was definitely going to be big. I was even curious if it was going to be bigger than Chaz's.

I grabbed the base of his shaft and rubbed my fingers against his balls as I did and said, "You've got a big...penis."

He chuckled at my intentional use of "penis," again.

"Lay down," I instructed.

"Bossy aren't we?" he asked playfully.

"You wanna get your big dick jacked off?" I asked. Without allowing him the time to respond I said, "Then you'll let me be the boss."

Needless to say he laid back and kept quiet. I stroked him slowly and gently to get him hard. Once he was fully hard it was noticeably longer than Chaz's. I found myself somewhat amazed. His shaft wasn't quite as thick as Chaz's and his head was about the same size. His cock also had a slightly downward curve to it. Given that Chaz was about eight inches, I was impressed. Just from guessing I would say that he was a good "head" longer, so I guessed maybe about an inch longer. Now if only he's not a three minuteman we'll be good!

After a few minutes of stroking him while making out he asked me if I would go down on him. "Not tonight. Sorry. Gotta make you wait for some of my goodies!"

But I did switch positions and straddled him just across his thighs so that he could watch me jack him off. He also became the first guy to give me any kind of instruction. He asked me to play with his balls. He asked me to use two hands. And as he was about to cum he told me to hold the base of his shaft really tight while stroking his head. I have to admit to finding the instruction both hot and desirable to hear exactly how the guy wanted it.

He was a semi-shooter. (Did I just make up another sex term?) His first couple of squirts were noticeable squirts then the rest just flowed out. He didn't cum all that much though.

Probably the best thing about that night, though, was that after he finished he took initiative with me and just rolled me over and went down on me. He ate me out for several minutes, maybe even more than twenty minutes. I couldn't orgasm from being eaten out (at least not yet), so I faked one so he didn't have to keep at it. It still felt great and I could always finish myself off later in my room. Which I did. I told him that I wasn't going to stay the night with him. He would have to earn that.

Much like my last relationship we started finding more and more times to spend with each other. Of course our Chemistry labs were where we spent the most time with each other. Some of those bad boys lasted up to three hours. Unfortunately during those labs what I was learning was that without my help, Brandon wasn't going to pass. And without my help, his labs probably would have lasted seven or eight hours. He was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Another thing I learned was that though he wasn't a bad guy, he wasn't a really great guy either. He wasn't the type to hold a door open or say please and thank you. It was the little things that he lacked to go along with his big thing.

I made him wait a few weeks. Seems like it was right about a month. One random Friday night we went out for dinner and a movie, nothing fancy, we went back to his room and I was ready. I knew he was ready. He had recently asked me about my readiness. We kind of went through some making out and petting and I pulled myself away briefly to ask him if he had a condom. He instructed me to reach into the top drawer of the night stand beside the bed. I slid open the drawer and pulled out a Magnum. He was definitely a Magnum kind of guy.

I rolled the condom down his shaft and gave him a couple of quick sucks to make sure he was well lubed. I straddled him and slowly inserted him into me. He was so long that I couldn't go all the way down from that angle. I rode him at my own pace for several minutes before he grabbed me by the hips and rolled me over onto my back. He put his cock back into me from the missionary position and tried to go all in at once. "Ouch. Easy," I said.

"Sorry," he replied.

"It's alright, just go slow," I said.

He started thrusting gently, rhythmically, but slowly as I had asked. He wasn't able to get his whole penis into me it was so long. I could still see a few inches of his shaft as I felt his head hitting the back of my vagina. It was hot to watch, but I wondered if this felt that great for him.

After a few minutes of this (a few minutes, I was pretty happy for that part), he gave me another sexual first. Dirty talk. As he was sliding in and out of me he said, "Does that big cock feel good?"

I felt a certain rush through my body. It was my first experience with a guy talking dirty and it was hot, and well...dirty.

"Yeah," I said under heavy breathing. "You're so big." (I was very inexperienced at all this, I had no idea what to say.)

"Yeah, that big cock feels good in your little pussy," he continued.

The sex was okay. I liked the dirty talk, but he never changed pace. He clearly preferred to stay in the missionary position. He tried several times to put his whole length inside me. And though I liked the concept of talking dirty to each other during sex he seemed to be stuck on one note. That note being "My dick is big. Tell me my dick is big."

At least it lasted longer than five minutes.

Chapter Three- A Lesson Yet to be Learned

Sex with Brandon was almost always the same. The dirty talk seemed to follow a repetitive script. The pace of the sex rarely changed (to faster or slower). And the several attempts per sex to put the entirety of his massive member inside me was constant. I began to understand this phenomenon as his own belief that having a big one was enough to make me believe he was God's gift to sex.

Finally, one day he decided to change things up and asked me if I would be interested in doing something different. I gleefully responded, "Yeah! What did you have in mind?"

"Would you be willing to make a sex tape?" he asked.

"I'm going to tell you that I will do it as long as you keep it to yourself, and you're going to tell me that it's only for you, and in the back of my mind I'm going to know that you will probably show it off," I replied honestly.

"Tell you what. To set your mind at ease, I'll let you keep the only copy," he bribed.

"Deal," I said. Hell, I was just anxious to change things up. I figured this was a fair deal. I would simply use my camera and never send it to any device or account of his.

So the next night I got everything set up in my dorm room and asked my roommate to find something to entertain herself for the night. She said she was staying with her boyfriend anyways.

He brought pizza over and we had a couple of glasses of cheap wine.

"So did you have anything specific in mind?" I asked him.

"No, not really," he started. "I just thought it would be hot to know that we were on video. I thought it might be hot to be able to jerk off to our sex tape. It would be hot if you ramped up the dirty talk though. I love that!" he exclaimed.

"I think I can handle that," I said as I started to make out with him. After only a couple of minutes of making out I pressed "Record." I didn't have any kind of plan for this video. It was just going to be a go-with-the-flow kind of thing.

As I kissed my way down his torso I could feel his dick already twitching through his pants. He was pretty excited about all this. I undid his pants and pulled it out and he was already almost completely hard. "Wow. That big cock of yours is already hard for me!" I said while smiling up at him.

"Is that the biggest cock you've ever had?" he asked.

"Probably so," I said.

"Probably?" he asked somewhat surprised.

"Well I would have to measure to know for sure big boy!" I said playfully.

"Are you telling me that you've measured a guy's dick before?" he asked.

(I paused for a second.) "Yeah," I said somewhat shyly.

"Well now I want to know how much bigger I am than he was!" he said.

"Oh? What makes you so sure you are bigger?" I said, teasing him.

"Well, I mean, it's pretty freakin' big," he said cockily.

"Awfully confident aren't you?" I said.

"Well why don't you just see?" he pressed.

I had a ruler on my desk. I leaned over and grabbed it. I gave him a few deep sucks to make sure he was fully hard. He was probably as hard as he had ever been. The anticipation was clearly having an effect. So, I placed the ruler beside his boner.

"A little over nine," I said.

"So...is it bigger?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're bigger," I answered. "But what makes you think it's better Mr. Cocky?"

That was the first time when the discussion of size comparison became a performance competition of sorts. Looking back on it I was interested in the psychological desire for him to be "better." He definitely wanted to be bigger than the last guy, but his actions showed that he wanted to be better even worse. Probably the hottest, most spontaneous thing he's ever done sexually was to grab me forcefully and pull me up to him to kiss me more aggressively than normal and reach down to put himself inside me. It was admittedly hot for him to just have his way with me by taking charge.

After that spontaneous moment though, it was back to normal. We quickly rolled over to missionary position and began the normal routine. Slow, steady, still attempting to put all of himself into the back of my stomach. He did cum a bit quicker this time. I think that was due to his intrigue and general excitement for the new situation.

All on video. Again.

A few weeks later he met up with me after class and said, "Korina, we need to talk."

I knew what that meant. Honestly I found that I wasn't all that distraught. But I was curious about the reason. Brandon told me that he was really struggling in school and was going to transfer to a junior college after this year and that it was best if we went ahead and broke up.

I said okay and we went our separate ways without much of an issue. I felt an almost immediate sense of relief of sorts. We didn't really match up from a physical standpoint and we certainly didn't match up intellectually.

Chapter Four- My Best Decision

By the end of my sophomore year I had a general idea of which direction(s) I wanted to go with my curriculum. After your sophomore year you are allowed to live off campus, so I decided to get ahead of the curve and sign up for summer classes and get an apartment. This was all in preparation for getting a Master's degree down the road. I was leaning towards Psychology, but I didn't want to close off my options. I wanted to continue with various science courses as well, so that I may be able to apply myself through any number of applicable trades.

I enrolled in Anatomy 201, Chemistry 201 and Psychology 201. I had less than ten people in each of those classes with me and I loved it. On the second day I noticed that I had one person that was also enrolled in all three of those classes. That was the first time I took notice of Kevin.

You know how sometimes you just know? I mean sure, it is like reading a fairy tale. It seems so rare these days that people find their person. Well, I honestly knew as soon as I saw Kevin that he was the one, without ever having spoken to him. The second day of summer classes is when I noticed that we shared all three classes. And I only noticed because I saw him standing in a light drizzle holding the door open for, well, everybody.

Aside from the kindness that I saw from that moment I also thought about the fact that any two people sharing the exact three same classes during summer school probably had quite a bit in common. And from a physical standpoint he was certainly my type. He was tall, maybe six foot two, light brown hair, slim but fit, with bright blue eyes.

I paid particular attention to him without approaching him for the next couple of days of class. I wanted to see if maybe he was in summer school because he needed to get his grades up (doubtful given the classes he was enrolled in), or if he was genuinely interested in those fields, or simply in learning. I also wanted to hear some of his questions and responses during class so I could get an idea about his intelligence.

On the Friday of the first week of class I was walking towards my third and final class of the day and there he was waiting with the door held open for me and smiling at me. "Seems we have the same busy schedule this summer," he said.

"Yes, it seems we do," I replied. I was actually nervous. Like middle school, first date, sweaty palms nervous, for the first time in years. I had butterflies.

"So what year are you? Are you taking these for a specific reason? Master's in your future maybe?" he asked as we walked into the building together. I was typically the go-getter that went out and grabbed the guy I wanted. This time the guy I wanted was trying to grab me. And it was working.

"Yeah, I will most likely go ahead and go right on through to get a Master's degree," I responded. "I'll be a junior this year by the way."

"I'll be a junior also. What are you going to get your Master's degree in?" he asked.

"I'm not really sure yet. I am interested in several of the sciences. I'm very interested in Psychology," I said.

"How about yourself? What drives you to take this particular mix of classes?" I asked.

"Well, the Anatomy and the Chemistry because I would like to be a Kinesiologist. The Psychology because it is interesting and I figured it may be helpful to have at least some background in the human mind for dealing with injuries that often cause depression in athletes as they take time to recover physically," he said.

Just before we entered the classroom he went ahead and jumped to, "So can I assume that we would make good lab partners?"

Labs. Who woulda thunk it?

Everything went slowly in the development of our relationship. The development of our friendship was slow and deliberate. We got to know each other in depth over the summer. It took him almost two months to pack up the courage to ask me out. I think that was in part due to his genuine kindness and respect. He was very charming and outgoing but was either incredibly shy or just wary of attempting to initiate any kind of physical relationship before I showed any interest in the physical side. It didn't matter what the reason was in my mind. It was sweet.

Our first date (his suggestion) was the least intimate experience a couple could ever have. We went bowling with a couple of other people in one of our summer classes. It was very casual. And after the date when he dropped me off, he did just that; he dropped me off. He either had no intentions to take it any further, or was just too shy to attempt it.

As I was about to exit the car and retire to my apartment I said, "I really enjoy spending time with you and I appreciate you taking me out tonight." And I leaned over and gave him a simple peck on the lips. That night was the night that I made up my mind that I wanted to make a real effort at building a lasting, exciting, physical and emotional relationship with Kevin.

The next morning when we met at our first class I sat down beside him, all smiles, and said, "Alright. Last night was your choice. Tonight is my date night."

"Okay, what do you have in mind?" he asked.

"You're going to pick me up at six thirty this evening at my apartment and I'll tell you where to go from there," I stated.

"Ew, my first surprise," he grinned.

Little did he know that I actually did intend to surprise him tonight. We had basically been hanging out exclusively now for three months. Our first semester of Junior year was just days away. And we had not even come close to doing anything physical. I was going to change that tonight.

"So, where do I head to?" he asked when I got in the car. "And what is all that you have with you?" he asked. (I had prepared our meal for tonight.)

"Just follow the GPS," I said. I had pre-programmed the GPS to take us to a spot out by the lake that I knew would be private. When we got there I unrolled a blanket and laid it across the ground under a large pine tree. We had a clear view of the sky, looking across the lake. We had a great meal and a couple of glasses each of really good wine (I always kept a bottle or two of wine that I got from my stepmom on my rare home visits.) We ate and drank to the sound of frogs and crickets and good conversation. After the meal he asked, "Where to next?"

"Just follow the GPS," I repeated with a grin.

This time the GPS took us to the theater. He was a comic book/super hero fan and the newest Marvel movie was out. As soon as we pulled in and he realized where we were going he said, "You really do like me don't you?"

"Is it that obvious?" I teased.

"Well you're not doing a very good job of hiding it," he flirted.

"Well I'm going to do a worse job of hiding it later," I upped the flirting.

I could tell that line caught his attention. He must have been at least somewhat surprised. He did not respond. He just had a grin on his face and a look in his eyes that gave me the impression that he thought I was the most beautiful thing on Earth.

After the movie once we got back to my apartment I instructed him to come in with me. Because to this point he hadn't tried anything at all sexual with me, I figured he may be uncomfortable doing the initiating, so I poured us each another glass of wine. We hadn't had more than a sip or two each before I decided to crawl into his lap, straddling him, to start kissing.

As we kissed I could start to feel some movement against my leg through his pants. I moved my way down to his pants, kissing his chest and stomach as I unbuttoned his shirt and made my way down. Just as I got to the top of his pants, he did something a little bit unexpected. He gently grabbed underneath both of my arms to stop me, as if he did not want me to continue. I asked him if everything was ok.

"Well, it's just..." he stammered.

"It's ok if you're not ready," I said (thinking that it was very sweet and innocent for the guy to be the one that was not ready to cross whatever the next sexually physical line was to be crossed in a relationship.)

"No, don't get me wrong, you're so hot. I really do want it, it's just..." he stammered again.

"Don't worry babe, I want to. I know you're not forcing me to do this. I want to do this for you," I tried to reassure him, as I was able to tell that for whatever reason, Kevin was very nervous.

"I know you want to," he replied, "It's just that, well...I'm not very big..."

"Oh my goodness," I said in such a way so as to give the impression of him being silly. "I don't care how big your penis is, and even if I did, I am sure you're fine."

I slowly undid his pants and slid his briefs down. He was completely erect as I expected. I grabbed it gently, stroked it a couple of times slowly while giving it the once over. He was definitely on the small side, but I honestly liked it from the moment I saw it. He was maybe a little more than half the size of Brandon, but his dick was extremely hard. That alone was sexy. His shaft was on the thin side, but he had a nice sized kind of mushroom shaped head. When I first pulled it out from his pants so that it was free from obstruction it began to bounce.

"Wow, you're so hard for me!" I said excitedly. "Are you making it bounce?" I asked.

"I mean, I can," he said. (He then made it bounce intentionally). "But you were the one making it bounce."

"Me?" I asked.

"You're gorgeous!" he said. "I can't help it. Right now it is involuntary."

I started to suck Kevin's cock with a particular sort of enthusiasm. I focused all of my efforts on pleasing him. I loved the way he treated me, so I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him and to show him that it was okay to be very sexual with me. I deep-throated him easily, and did it over and over again for him. It made his whole body squirm. I loved being able to tell so easily that he loved the way I sucked him.

He clearly wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible, too. I was surprised, given his inexperience, that it took him just over half an hour to cum. In fact, his ejaculation was the first time I ever found myself physically turned on by a guy's orgasm. When he told me that he was about to cum, I wanted to make sure he enjoyed the full pleasure of cumming in my mouth, to let him know that I wanted to do things to please him. The first squirt into my mouth surprised me. It was forceful. It was so forceful that I got a bit choked and had to pull my mouth off his cock. And then there were several forceful squirts. They went all the way up to his chest, rope after rope. Because I was still a bit choked up from the first surprise shot, I had to finish him by stroking him. I would have rather used my mouth for him, but I have to admit, I was glad I got to watch him cum. Not only was it hot to watch his body and facial reactions (as he was clearly in euphoria), but as I said, I found myself physically turned on from The amount and distance he shot. Clearly he loved it and I was very happy that he did.

"I'm so sorry!" he said after he was finished (sweet and innocent as ever.)

"For what? I asked.

"I...I didn't mean to make you choke," he said very apologetically.

"Oh, no...you gave me a warning that you were ready. I wanted to keep my mouth on you to let you finish, but I've never had a guy cum so much, or so far. To be honest, I am glad I got to watch it. It was very sexy," I replied. "Next time I'll be more prepared for you and I'll let you experience what it's like to finish in my mouth."

Chapter Five- Intimate Knowledge

For the next few weeks of our relationship we skipped out on sex. Neither of us was pressuring the other to do it, and the oral and hand play that we were enjoying was more than great. Frankly I thought it was sweet and innocent that he didn't even attempt to. And weird as it may sound, I viewed it as somewhat of a tease. The anticipation leading up to whenever we finally decided to was sexually arousing in and of itself. From his end I started to wonder if he was still a virgin.

In a way I doubted that he was still a virgin because of how good he was at everything else. He was very skilled at going down on me. And he was particularly good at fingering me. He knew just how to mix it up between actually using his fingers inside me to finger fuck me, and using the tips of his fingers ever so gently to stimulate my clit. He made me orgasm every time we fooled around. All that being said, it occurred to me that I had never even asked him. Come to think of it, neither of us had ever talked about any past experiences.

One night at dinner I decided to take the plunge. I suppose the curiosity got to me even though I didn't care what his answers were.

As if my sexual experiences thus far in my life weren't "different" enough, that was the night when it became what many people would consider out of the ordinary. Looking back, it also may have been the night that lead us to have the best sexual relationship I think any two humans have ever had in their lives.

At dinner, after a couple of glasses of wine, I decided to come right out and said, "It just occurred to me that we have never asked each other for a number."

"A number? What do you mean a number?" he asked.

"You know. The number of people you've slept with. It's all the rage with kids these days, " I joked.

"Haha. If you guess it right I'll tell you, how about that?" he replied.

"One," I said without hesitation.

"Yep," he said softly.

"Your turn," he said with a grin.

"If you guess right I'll tell you, how about that?" I mimicked.

"Three," he guessed.

"Yep," I answered.

"Well, glad we got that out of the way," he said sarcastically. "Anything else you'd like to know?"

"Yeah," I started. "Would you like for me to be number two?"

"Ummm...yeah. Of course. I have since the day I met you," he said sweetly.

"How about you? Anything else you would like to know?" I asked.

"Well..." (He paused.)

"I mean, I know I am not very big, so I assume you've had bigger than me?" he asked.

"Oh my goodness. Boys are so caught up in size!" I said as I made my way around the back of his chair to rub his shoulders.

(Haha). "So I assumed correct I take it?" he pressed on.

"Does it matter? I have chosen yours haven't I?" I asked playfully as I began to kiss his neck.

"Oh, I'm so glad you've chosen mine, but yeah, I'll admit to being curious," he replied.

I reached down to grab his cock through his pants and started slowly stroking him. He was already almost fully hard.

"Yes. I've had bigger," I whispered into his ear as I slid my hand into his pants.

"And how about smaller?" he asked.

That one I didn't mind answering quickly. "Oh yeah. I had one that was a lot smaller than yours."

"You do know that I don't care about the size of your penis, right?" I asked.

(All of a sudden I realized that I was revisiting the first sexual conversation I had ever heard play itself out.)

"Yeah, I know," he replied.

"You know what I do care about, though?" I teased.

"What's that?" he asked.

"How well you use it. Care to show me?" I asked.

He jumped up from the chair, picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He gently tossed me onto the bed, semi-forcefully removed my pants and went down on me. I was already very wet just from stroking him. He came up after a couple of minutes and asked, "You sure you want to do this?"

"So bad," I said.

He bowed his head sort of apologetically and said, "I don't have any condoms. I...I didn't know...I didn't expect to..."

"It's fine," I said. "My stepmom makes sure to send me back to school each semester with a box of condoms, but I've been on birth control for a while now and I don't care that you use one. To be honest, I want to feel you."

I grabbed his cock and motioned for him to come back down to kiss me. He gradually got closer and closer to my putting himself inside me. I could feel the head of his penis grazing against me, nearing entry. I guided him into me slowly. His head felt great. And he had a really nice curve that felt perfect for my shape.

I think it felt so good for the both of us that we never changed from that position. He made love to me for forty-five minutes solid. It was the best sex I had ever had. And when he pulled himself out to orgasm it was the sexiest release I could have imagined. He was in pure sexual heaven. His shots landed all the way up to my neck. The amazing thing was that neither he nor I had even touched his dick after he pulled out. He had simply taken himself so far to the edge it was like the event horizon of a black hole. He had reached the point of imminent release.

We started having regular sex. We were exploratory with each other. And we were always horny for each other. We had sex on the hood of his car under the moonlight. I gave him head while he was driving. We had sex in his dorm room while his roommate was still in the room just to see if we could get away with it. He went down on me in the back of a theater.

We tried a lot of things. And we liked those things so much over the course of the next nine months that Kevin asked me to marry him. Both still in college. Neither with a job.

Of course I said yes. I told you. I knew as soon as I saw him.

Chapter Six- A Recurring Theme

On the night that he asked me I of course wanted to celebrate the night sexually. After dinner I told him tonight was his choice. What did he want me to do for him?

"I want you to suck me," he replied.

"Fine. Start to finish I'll give you the best blowjob of your life. But you have to rest, recoup and give me that dick later," I requested.

"Deal," he said.

I took him back to the bathroom and turned off the lights. I instructed him to "take it all off," as I ran a warm, candle-lit bubble bath for him. I coaxed him in first and then stripped very slowly in the candle light for him. Instead of jumping in with him, I decided to give him a massage. I rubbed his back and shoulders and slowly made my way down his body. I rubbed his legs under the bubbles, making sure to lightly brush my arm against his penis as I massaged him. It was clear he was beginning to get hard and that alone excited me. I got in the bath, sliding in behind him. I reached around him and grabbed his soapy cock and began to stroke him with one hand while I used my other hand to grab my breast and play with my nipple. At first I just lightly pinched my nipple with my index finger and thumb, then I cupped my breast and began rubbing his back gently, making sure that he could feel how hard my nipple was.

"Do you like the way that feels? Can you feel how hard my little nipples are?" I asked seductively.

I could feel his cock getting super hard in my fingers. He stood up and turned to face me as I remained sitting in the bath. I splashed some water over his hard cock to rinse off the suds. I grabbed his ass and brought the length of his shaft into my mouth as I stared up at him while I sucked him. I knew that he loved my eyes and I knew that he loved it when I looked at him while I gave him head. I probably sucked him for fifteen solid minutes and his legs trembled with pleasure the whole time.

"Would you like to get out and go lay down on the bed so you can relax while I suck you?" I asked.

Out he hopped with a smile. I guess that was a yes.

He propped up a pillow against the headboard so he could get a better view. I returned my mouth to his cock. I worked my way down, putting all of him in my mouth. I went at a slow and steady pace putting his entire shaft in my mouth and coming all the way back up. Then I went all the way down and cupped his balls as I stuck out my tongue to get them part way into my mouth as well.

His body was squirming. He was breathing heavily. He let out a couple of "Oh my God's."

"You like that baby?" I started talking dirty.

"Yeah. I love the way you suck me," he reciprocated.

I went all the way down and looked up at him as I kept him all the way in my mouth.

"I love it when you deepthroat me," Kevin said. "You do that really easily you know. Did you learn that skill or were you born with it?"

"I was born with it of course!" I said playfully.

"Have you ever had one you couldn't get all the way down on?" he surprised me a bit with that question.

"Yes," I said very lightly as I looked up at him, barely taking his cock out of my mouth to respond.

"More than one?" he pressed.

"Yes," I said softly as I looked up at him, again barely taking his cock out of my mouth to respond.

I went all the way back down with a little rhythm several times without looking up.

"Oh my God, that feels so good," he moaned. "So how big were they for you not to be able to go all the way down?"

"Is that what you want to talk about while I am giving you head? The size of my ex-boyfriend's dicks?" I said sort of jokingly.

"Well, while you're sucking my dick I'm not going to care what your answer is. I never want you to stop sucking me!" he said grinning and moaning at the same time.

I didn't have much time to reply to that, thank goodness, because I didn't really want to explain to him how much bigger my exes were. He started thrusting his hips as he gripped the sheets with one hand and my hair with the other (hot!). "I'm going to cum!" he said rapidly.

"I know baby. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth," I encouraged.

There she blows. Huge orgasm. Even for him.

Now I'm just guessing here, but it couldn't' have taken him more than twelve minutes before he began fulfilling my end of the bargain. I knew I loved this man for some reason.

There was no more dirty talk from that point forward. He pretty much just gave it to me. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, lying on my stomach from behind (my favorite!). Just gave it to me for the next hour.

He was standing behind me as I was bent over the side of the bed and he pulled me up (gently-ish) by the hair so that he could kiss my neck and reach around as I was now standing, and grab my breasts and played with my nipples while he continued to fuck me. From this angle he was really working hard. Just the head of his penis could get into me, but it felt so thick. It all must have turned him on more than I imagined. He kept going as I began to feel him cum. It was amazing that he shot so forcefully that I could feel him releasing inside me. It was the first time for me and the first time for him.

Chapter Seven- Honesty, Intimacy and Experimentation

The next morning Kevin was already up making me breakfast. He must have enjoyed the night as much as I did. We sat down and ate and had some coffee. As we had our second cup of coffee he opened up to me that he really liked the dirty talk. It wasn't something that we had done all that often.

"Do you like doing it? Talking dirty?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think it adds a kinky little twist to our sex life. The mental stimulation is just as important as the physical stimulation in a lot of regards," I answered.

"I feel like there is a 'but' coming," he said.

"Well, I admit I found it—interesting—that you wanted to talk about the size of my ex-boyfriends," I admitted.

He chuckled. "I mean, I'm still kind of curious. It's just so easy for you to deep throat me. It makes me wonder how big a guy would have to be for you not to be able to do that for him. I'm not mad or upset. I love you and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But, yes, for whatever reason, stupid, silly or whatever, I am pretty curious," he opened up. (He paused briefly.) "If it makes you more comfortable talking about it, you said you had been with a guy who was smaller than me. Was he a lot smaller than me? Was he still good?"

"You really are curious about all this aren't you? I find guys' curiosity with size an interesting thing," I began. "I'll start with this. You are easily the best lover I have ever had. I just want to make that clear. I have never had an orgasm from any other size than yours." (I paused.) "The guy that was smaller than you was quite a bit smaller than you. And yes, I liked his penis too. And in a lot of ways he was a much better lover than the two bigger guys. And yes, the other two guys were pretty large. But one of them was a premature ejaculator and never lasted more than four or five minutes. It wasn't very good sex. The other guy seemed to think that his size alone was enough to make for good sex, but he wasn't all that good at it either. Does that satisfy your needs?" I asked grinning as I sipped my coffee.

"Of course not!" he said grinning back at me. "You dodged the question! Were they a lot bigger than me?"

I chuckled. "I find this interesting. You're not going to give up are you?" I asked.

"Nope," he said as he sipped his coffee, looking over the rim of the cup at me.

"(Sigh) One was definitely bigger than the other, but yes, they were both very large," I semi-dodged.

"Like, twice my size?" he asked.

"No, not quite. Why this all of a sudden concern about size? Are you uncomfortable with your size? Do you think I don't like your size or something?" I asked.

"It's honestly just curiosity. I am comfortable with my size as long as you are and I am very confident that you like my size just fine. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable with these questions. It's just general curiosity. I love our sex life. It doesn't bother me that they were bigger than me. I mean... I do want to be better in bed than they were, but I think you've made that pretty clear with both your words and within our overall sex life," he expanded.

Though he seemed confident and his demeanor had not changed based on this conversation I felt somewhat uneasy with myself for answering honestly. I know he didn't give the impression that it bothered him, but I couldn't help but feel like maybe he actually was somewhat insecure about the size of his penis.

There was no more mention of any size issues for several weeks. The sex continued to be exploratory and wonderful.

We decided to get married during the summer after our junior year. In making this decision we also decided that even though we were not finished with our education, we both needed to try and find some part time work to help us get a head start financially before we start looking for a house and cars that we would have to pay for on our own after college. He took a job at the local Parks and Recreation department. Which meant mostly umpiring and referee work. It also kept him involved in sports, which he both loved and was going to hopefully remain involved with for his career. I took some part time work at the local Walgreen's.

We decided that after we got married we would move into my apartment. I was already under a rental contract, the rent was very reasonable and it was both near our college and a central location to our workplaces. Instead of the traditional route of going on a honeymoon, we decided to accept our parents' offer to give us ten thousand dollars as a life starter and just take a week off to ourselves. We put that money into a savings account without hesitation in an effort to save up for a down payment on a house.

I realize I am skipping ahead in our lives, but suffice it to say that our wedding was beautiful, simple and fun. Storybook, passionate sex, cake, all that jazz.

Every so often Kevin would revert back to asking me in depth sexual questions about my past sexual experiences. At this point I just assumed it turned him on at least in some capacity. I was always a beneficiary not long after those conversations so I didn't mind answering whatever he wanted to know at this point. This time he had a rather broad question for me over coffee: "Have you ever done anything you would consider out of the norm? Like been in any really awkward sexual situations?"

(Laughter.)

"Well, that's a yes," he said cheerfully. "Let's hear it then."

I told him about the awkward situations with my step brothers. I told him about overhearing my dad and stepmom having sex. His response to that was to be expected. "Oh wow! She is kind of hot you know," he began.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that all my life!" I replied.

I told him about the awkward group camping adventure, which he was very interested in. I told him that was the night I lost my virginity. He asked me what made the night awkward.

"We all played Truth or Dare and basically ended up daring each other to go skinny dipping. It was pretty dark so you couldn't see a whole lot, especially while we were all swimming. Then when we all got back up to the camp fire we were all so drunk and stoned that the other couple just decided to have some fun. The guy I lost my virginity to was, well...tiny. The other guy was more than a little bit well endowed. I just felt bad that he was sitting there watching her give head to a guy that was literally three or four times his size. Then later that night, in part because I felt bad, I decided to initiate the sex. At first he tried to borrow one of the other guy's condoms and I knew that wasn't going to work, so...yeah...just all around an awkward evening," I explained.

"Sounds like fun," he joked. "Ever done any role playing?" he asked.

"No, why? Would you like to fuck a sexy nurse or something?" I said somewhat sarcastically.

"Hell yeah!" he responded.

I was a bit surprised at his enthusiastic and rapid response to the role playing suggestion. He had never expressed any interest in it before. I was all for it. I thought it would be fun and exciting to get into a character and I knew I could do a lot of different things with this that Kevin would enjoy.

"I think I can arrange that," I smirked.

Though we definitely enjoyed our week off, it also took me that whole week to get the appropriate outfit ordered and have a scenario planned out for our first roleplay attempt.

We got most of his stuff moved into my apartment that following weekend. He didn't have much stuff. Like me, he wasn't very materialistic.

I went online and checked the shipping status for my sexy nurse outfit. It said to expect delivery early Monday. I'm not going to lie, I was excited to do this. So I planned to do it Monday evening when he got home from work. In order to get things set up the way I wanted to and to introduce the situation for him the way I had imagined I decided not to take the Monday afternoon shift that was offered to me.

When he came through the door from work I was already in my sexy nurse outfit. His jaw almost dropped upon seeing me. I went all out. It was a short nurse's skirt like you would find as a Halloween costume. It was tight against my curves. I had a stethoscope, swabs in my front pocket, was holding a clipboard, the works.

"Hello, I'm nurse Nikki and I'll be conducting your examination this evening. If you will please follow me on back." I took him into our bathroom to make it seem more like one of those small standard examination rooms. "Now, if you will go ahead and strip down to your underwear, I'll be back in shortly to conduct your exam." I closed the door behind me and went back out to the living room for a few minutes, just to make him wait. I wanted his anticipation to build as much as mine had in the planning of this little scenario.

When I finally returned, he had stripped down as I had asked. I could tell that the anticipation was indeed building. The bulge in his underwear had grown noticeably since my departure from the room. I looked directly at his bulge with a grin and then back up to him.

I went through the standard physical stuff. I checked his breathing and his reflexes, all the usual stuff. Then I backed away from him slightly and said, "Ok. Time to shed those briefs. I need to check you for hernias and or any other abnormalities." "Now, I am going to slide your briefs down, ok?"

(He nodded in approval, either playing the nervous patient, or actually being the nervous patient.)

He was already getting hard. Upon noticing the obvious while making my way down, I looked up and grinned at him as I got his briefs all the way down and off. By the time my face was even with his cock, he was fully hard.

"I'm sorry," he said nervously (what seemed to be genuine nervousness.)

"Don't be sorry. I'm flattered," I replied.

First I cupped his balls, applying different pressures with different fingers, on different parts of his balls in order to go about appearing professional. Then I lightly grabbed the head of his penis with my thumb and index finger and moved it side to side, checking out every inch of his hard cock.

"Great. Everything looks great," I announced. "Now, may I ask? It says here that you are married. Since you are so young I can assume that you are recently married. Do you have any plans in the future to have children?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I guess a lot of that is up to my wife," he played along.

"Well then I would recommend that you go ahead and give us a sperm sample. We can go ahead and make sure that everything is okay in that regard, ok?" I asked.

"Okay," he said.

I stepped back just a bit and paused.

"Oh. You want me to...um..." he stammered.

"Shy?" I said seductively. "I'm not supposed to do this, but since you are so cute and clearly you have a 'thing' for me, I would be happy to give you some visual aids. Or I can leave if you like. "

"What kind of visual aids?" he asked.

I unbuttoned the buttons that covered my torso to reveal that I had no bra on. "Looks like my nipples are almost as hard as your penis," I said as I reached up and gently pinched them to tease him.

"So you want me to just..." he stammered again.

"Yes. I do need a sample if we're going to be thorough," I stated.

He started to stroke himself slowly, nervously. He had never just masturbated in front of me so that I could see how he does it. I found it surprisingly hot just to watch a guy stroke himself.

"Don't worry. Make yourself comfortable," I instructed.

He sat down and sort of leaned back against the wall.

He stroked himself very similarly to how I stroked him. He was soft and slow. He changed up grips and hand motions. One thing that stood out to me was that he stroked himself left handed but was right handed.

"Are you left handed?" I asked (knowing that he wasn't.)

"No," he replied. "I just use my left hand because it makes it feel more like someone else is doing it."

"Would you like for someone else to do it?" I teased.

"Of course," he exclaimed.

"Maybe in a bit. For now you will just have to watch me and do it yourself," I commanded.

I sat down in the chair across from him and spread my legs as I lifted up my skirt to play with myself. I fingered myself with one hand and continued to play with my nipples with the other.

After several minutes I asked him if he was getting close.

"Pretty close, yeah," he said with a shaky voice.

I stood up and walked over to him. Since he was propped up I didn't have to get down on the floor. I bent down and started to suck him. I got his cock wet with spit and started stroking him as I fingered myself. Doing both simultaneously was so arousing I was about to make myself orgasm. I instructed him to wait on me. Finally I had my release.

You may cum now," I said, giving him permission.

Thirty seconds later he began to tremble and said, "Okay, okay, I'm gonna cum!"

I got a small sample jar ready and stroked him into it. I had to hold the jar over top of the head of his cock because I knew if I didn't that he would shoot well past the sample jar. I got every drop in the jar.

Wow! That was a lot of cum!" I exclaimed.

"Was that a nice release for you?" I asked.

"Oh...God...Whew..." he was panting.

Chapter Eight- It Was an Accident

Kevin took the next day off from work.

(Now, this is all according to him.)

Kevin says that he simply decided to take off work so that he could continue to enjoy last night. (I take that to mean that he wanted to masturbate.)

The details of his morning were basically breakfast, movie and then to my laptop for a "helpful hand."

Kevin never used my laptop. I'll give him that. And he loved me so much he would never even consider checking up on me. He really was just going to sign online and watch some internet porn. But instead of quickly clicking on the internet icon and going to find his preference, he probably thought sweet thoughts as he clicked on "Korina's movies."

I can just about guarantee that he thought he was about to see his sweet wife playing in some field as a little girl, with her dad.

That is not what he saw.

I have no idea. I have no good reason. I have no excuse of any kind as to why I still had those videos. I did not watch them. I did not care about them. But I still had them.

I almost always come home for lunch. I don't think Kevin was aware of what time it was when I came in. I did not expect to see him there at all, let alone in the situation that presented itself.

He had clearly seen the first video. When I entered it had about ten seconds left. He watched those ten seconds as I stood there with my hand over my mouth, embarrassed and concerned. He turned to look at me from the cheap swivel office chair I had at my desk.

He clearly did not even realize that he had it, but he had a noticeable erection. He turned back to the computer screen without saying a word. He had just given me a blank stare. He looked at the screen. Looked back at me. Moved the mouse over video number two. "It's another one isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes," I said somberly.

He double-clicked on video number two. I had my mouth covered and my head held down in embarrassment. I watched him watch the video in complete silence for at least a few minutes. Then something I never would have guessed would happen in a million years, happened.

He was sitting in his underwear. He had not touched himself once. But he had started to cum. I could see his pants start to dampen and he rushed to grab himself. He did not even realize until it happened. I walked over to him and gently touched him on his shoulder, kissed him on the cheek and told him that I was going to leave him be for a while and that I loved him.

After my work shift for that evening I waited and put off returning for as long as I could. I dilly-dallied just to waste time. I didn't know exactly what to expect to come home to. I didn't know if he would be mad, or heartbroken, or embarrassed, or something in between.

I walked through the front door and he was sitting at the dinner table sipping a beer. The oven was on and there were pans on the stove as if he was cooking us dinner and it was just a normal evening. I walked over, sat down beside him and put my hand on top of his.

"You didn't have to leave," he said.

(I was so relieved by his tone.)

"I'm not mad or anything. I'll admit, I was more than a little bit shocked to find those. And I was embarrassed that I—you know," he reassured me.

"Kevin, I am so sorry. I honestly forgot about those videos. I never watch them. I have no idea why I still have them," I explained.

"It's fine. I do wish you had told me about them. Especially when we just recently had the conversation about crazy sexual adventures of the past," he said.

"I know. I promise I would have told you about them if I had remembered," I replied.

"So, what exactly is going on in your head?" I implored.

"Well—you weren't lying," he said with a positive tone. "I understand why you couldn't get all the way down." (He chuckled.)

I wasn't happy with myself for allowing this situation to present itself. But I was glad Kevin had such a positive attitude about it.

"I promise I'm not mad babe. It's not like you were dishonest with me. I just wish I hadn't found out about the videos like that," he said.

"I know babe. I am truly sorry," I replied.

"Now I have an idea what your first guy must have felt like on the group camping trip," he joked.

"No. You have no idea. He really was tiny," I said, as I held up my thumb and index finger to give him an example of how small Eric was (the universal small penis sign) as I have come to understand it. At the time it seemed pretty important for me to show him how much bigger he was than an ex lover, for his ego's sake.

"Still, it's one thing for you to be honest that they were bigger. It's another thing to see the size difference for yourself. Even if I wasn't 'small,' I am pretty darn small compared to them. I mean—out of curiosity, do you think of me as small?" he asked.

"No. Obviously I have never measured yours, but I would guess you are probably about average. Not that I even know what average is. I always just assumed that those two were just abnormal," I answered. I continued, "All I know and care about in relation to your size is that it feels great inside me. To be as specific as possible, your curve and the thickness of your head are what feels the most amazing," I replied.

He just kind of nodded and sipped his beer.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said.

"Of course," he replied.

"I would have never guessed you would have even gotten hard from seeing that. Of course in twenty-twenty hindsight I would have guessed you would have been madder or more upset. But—what made you? ...you know...?" I tried to ask.

"So, how honest would you like me to be?" he asked. This seemed like a strange question.

"What do you mean? You can always be honest with me. You know that," I responded.

"Well, it's just that my answer is going to seem strange," he replied.

"I don't care what your answer is. I just want you to be open and honest with me like you always have been," I insisted.

"Okay (he said in a long, drawn out, sigh). I think you know that it caught me off guard when I came. I wasn't expecting it. And though at first it was somewhat upsetting to see the realization of just how different I was from them, it was also hot. It was like watching a porno, but it was my wife. You are hot. Your body is so sexy. So it would have certainly turned me on just seeing you naked on video. But—" There was an extended pause.

"Go ahead. I promise you can tell me anything," I reiterated.

"I don't know that I can fully explain. It was you. With a couple of guys that looked like—well—porn stars. At least from the waist down," he explained.

"I don't think I understand," I admitted. "Are you saying that it was arousing because of how big they were?"

"Look. I know this is strange. And I have given this a lot of thought. But—yeah," he admitted.

"Wow. I didn't expect that response," I said.

He laughed. "You think I expected the response I had?" he said in good spirits.

"Can I ask you another question?" I asked.

"Of course," again.

"Do you have any idea why?" I asked.

"Why?" he stammered. "Why I have gotten aroused by the whole size thing in the past, and now?" he asked pointedly.

"Yeah," I replied. I grabbed his hands and pulled him over to the bed with me. I laid him back and rested my head on his chest and shoulder. I slid my hand down his stomach slowly and barely, gently slid my fingers under his waistband.

"I suppose it's just a natural male competitive thing. I want to be the best. I want to be better than...whoever," he began.

I inched my fingers lower and began lightly rubbing the back of the head of his cock. He was completely flaccid. Kevin was definitely a "grower." He was bigger than Eric when soft, but not much. Now that I think about it, he's almost perfectly comparable to The Statue of David. Thinking back to the first time we showered together and seeing how it looked when he was soft for the first time I remember thinking about how impressive it was to see how much it grew once he got to the full, raging, boner stage. "Go on," I suggested.

"I mean, sometimes it sucks that you know...some guys are just hung like porn stars. And you just happened to get two of them," he chuckled. "It makes me want to try harder to be better I guess. I don't know that I can fully explain it," he finished.

It didn't take long for his cock to be standing at attention.

I slid his shorts off. I took off my top and slid off my panties. I grabbed his cock and slowly sat down on top of it. I began riding him with very slow strokes. "You are the best," I said affirmatively. "I love you. I love the way you make love to me. And I love the way your cock feels more than any cock I've ever had."

He pulled out and began sending ropes of cum up my back and all over my ass.

Chapter Nine- An Attempt to Understand and Fulfill

I suppose it may be surprising to some people after such an awkward situation, that I would find that to be one of Kevin and I's best sexual experiences. Of course I felt bad for the situation. But the openness, the letting down of all of his walls, was so intimate. It was sweet and sexy that he couldn't control his sensations.

We had tried a lot of different things between us sexually. I had been a part of what many would consider several different awkward, unusual, or possibly even taboo sexual experiences in my life. I don't know what exactly "normal" is in terms of sexual experiences, but I was certain that some of mine were extraordinarily abnormal.

Probably the most "abnormal" was still to come.

Kevin scooped me into his arms one evening after dinner and took me to bed and just had his way with me. This particular episode lasted hours. I was exhausted after the experience and I didn't' even have to do much. It was after this marathon that Kevin caught me by surprise.

As we laid in bed trying to catch our breath he opened up out of the blue and asked, "Korina, would you consider doing something a little outside the box sexually?"

"You mean like a different kind of role play?" I asked.

"Not exactly," he said. Then paused for several moments.

"Like what, then?" I asked.

"Well, it's going to sound a little weird," he said.

"I assumed," I said as I leaned over to look him in the eyes and grinned.

"Would you be willing to use those videos?" he asked.

"I don't think I understand," I replied.

"For sex," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was a bit confused at this point.

"Just—would you be willing to use them as a tease," he asked.

"Babe, I don't understand. What is it you would like me to do?" I asked.

"Be creative," he said smiling into my eyes.

I had no idea what he meant. I never imagined he would ever want to see them again. Come to think of it, I don't know why he hasn't deleted them by this point. He didn't' give me any time frame to execute this desire and the conversation was basically done. We were exhausted from making love. I let it go for a moment but nodded my head to him.

He had to umpire a baseball game this coming weekend. I wanted to look up some ideas. I didn't really understand the whole thing. The whole, situation, that is. So I just started Googling. (Am I supposed to put that in quotations? Or is it an accepted, definable word?) The first thing I "Googled," (I don't know if that's correct either) was "Ex is bigger than your husband."

I know. It sounds cruel. But it's what he was focused on.

There were a lot of things that popped up. Advice. Pictures. Captions. Jokes. Porn...

And there was literature. Not jokes or sarcastic puns or clever captions.

Literature.

I read quite a bit. It was all pretty fascinating. It was mostly intellectual. There was fiction and non-fiction. A "small" (pun now intended) amount was mathematical (size studies and surveys).

I expanded my knowledge of these things like I expanded my knowledge of Anatomy, Chemistry and Psychology. And all of a sudden...

...I knew what I was to be in life.

I was going to finish my Master's degree in Psychology, but also get a degree in Anatomy. (Yeah, yeah...how fitting for a sex story.)

I was going to be a sex therapist. Or, counselor, if you will.

In my research I stumbled upon a very specific genre of porn. It's called "small penis humiliation." Apparently a lot of men (even men that don't have small penises) like being humiliated for their lack of size. There are a few branches of this genre. I decided to focus a little more on the "encouragement" side of the genre, as it was lighter, more focused on being kind about any male size inadequacies and or perceived shortcomings. The evolutionary development in the male psychology that bigger necessarily meant better is apparently quite well engrained.

I couldn't bring myself to actually say mean things about Kevin's penis. I didn't even find it to be that small, so I expected this to be a bit of a bedroom challenge.

I decided to start off light and delicate. I thought back about my first attempt at sex and how Craig's magnum condoms were too big for Eric. I thought that if we did a little condom size play I could both satisfy his desire to hear that he was on the small side, and or to be compared to larger dicks, and I could also find a way to bring it back to something I was more comfortable with by showing him that he had a perfectly normal size, by putting him into a normal sized condom.

It took me a couple of weeks just to work up the courage to go through with something even as mild as that.

One evening after dinner and a few beers I decided to come straight out and ask him if he had ever heard of that particular genre of porn. To my surprise, he had. He said that he went looking into things once he saw those videos and had the reaction he had. So I told him that I had an idea that would allow us to dip our toes into the whole fetish thing. He said he was up for it.

And boy did he get "up" for it!

I made him take his pants off and lie down on the bed. We made out for a few minutes while I fondled him. I hopped up and walked around to the nightstand and pulled out the gold wrapper that is unmistakingly a Magnum condom. Kevin raised a curious eyebrow.

"You know, I have never had to buy condoms before," I began as I unwrapped the condom. "When I bought these, do you think the girl at the register was wondering about how big my lover's cock must be?" I teased, as I began to roll the Magnum down his throbbing shaft. "You fit much better into it than Eric did, but I think it's still a bit too big for you."

I grabbed the condom by the tip and pulled it up off his cock easily for him to see. I reached back into the drawer and grabbed out a normal condom and began to unwrap it as I watched his cock bounce around uncontrollably. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure the Magnum would just slide right off your cock during sex," I teased.

I unwrapped the normal sized condom and began rolling it down his cock. I gave his cock a shake with my fingers once I got down to the base and said, "There. That's a nice, tight fit."

"My God, you're so hard. It's so sexy. I don't care if your cock isn't very big. It's a nice, normal sized, hard fucking cock!"

I grabbed the base of his shaft to trap the blood in his cock and held it straight up for a brief moment. I used my thumb and index finger to "measure" (eyeball) his size for him to see. He asked what I was doing. "Eh, just trying to eyeball and guess what your size is," I replied.

"And what do you guess?" he asked.

"Maybe just a little bit below average. Probably like five inches," I teased.

My fingers were barely on his cock, holding it at the base, when blast off occurred. I had never seen a guy cum inside a condom. I certainly preferred to watch his orgasm fly, but it was still hot seeing him fill up the condom. There was definitely not enough room left over in the tip for that load!

Chapter Ten- Small Pleasures

Of course we talked about the scenario. I asked him if he liked it, if he liked the direction I went with it. Looking back I don't suppose I found it all that odd that he instructed me that I didn't have to be so delicate. He made it clear that he didn't want to be physically abused, or humiliated to the point that he felt like I wasn't enjoying him, or wasn't enjoying participating in the role, but that I could be as frank as I wanted about his cock, or about his cock compared to what I had experienced in the past.

It took me weeks, probably a month, but I knew what I was going to do and why I was going to do it. It was going to be—different. It was going to be out of my comfort zone.

At this point I was both excited and nervous to start my little experiment. I had made him wait so that I knew his anticipation had built up. But the anticipation I was feeling was greater than I could have ever imagined. I was ready, excited, to get into a new, more tailored role for the first time.

The instant we finished cleaning up from dinner I did a motion like dusting off my hands and smiled at him as I instructed, "Go into the computer room and wait for me."

He paused for a moment and stared at me with a little eyebrow expression like, "What's going on here? Am I about to get laid?" kind of look. He did as I insisted.

I shed my clothes quickly to reveal his favorite sexy "nighty" (as he calls them.) It was royal blue with black lacy trim. It was satin and sleek. And it was short. It came just below the curve of my butt. He loved it.

I walked into the computer room to find him just standing there. Waiting. He had not been instructed to do anything else. Why would he, right? (Ha!) Then again, I didn't really know how any of this was going to go. Maybe he was about to become completely submissive.

I firmly instructed him to strip.

He stripped down to his briefs.

"The briefs too," I said. "I want to see your penis. I know you think I am hot in this. I want to watch it get hard for me."

His cock bounced almost as soon as he exposed it to me. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't soft either.

"Sit down," I said forcefully.

He sat on command.

"Put your left hand behind the chair," I ordered.

He did so on command.

"Now use your right hand to grab the mouse," I instructed.

He did so.

"Now...I want you to do two things for me. Don't argue. Just do them, in the order I ask you to," I demanded.

"I want you to open the first video of mine. Then I want you to put your right hand behind your back with your left," I ordered.

He turned in the chair and gave me that "What did you just ask me to do?" look.

"Now," I stated shortly.

He turned back around without saying anything and did as I instructed.

I tied his wrists together behind the chair with a scarf of mine. The video started to play in front of him. I stood to the side of the computer screen and leaned back against the desk, facing him. I put my bare foot up on the arm of his chair.

I reached down with my right hand to begin touching myself. As I did so, I turned to watch the computer screen and watched for a couple of minutes. Not a word was said between the two of us.

Just before the point in the video where I took out my ex boyfriend's cock, I turned back to my Kevin and looked down at his face. I don't think he knew whether to watch me, or the video. He looked somewhat confused as to which to pay attention to. But one thing was for certain. He was very aroused.

"Oh God. It feels so good to touch myself as I watch your cock get hard. It's so hot watching it grow for me," I said seductively. Even the slightest little added detail could have an effect. I rarely used the word 'cock' during sex with him. It seemed dirtier. "Wow. Look how hard you've gotten without me even touching it."

I stopped touching myself briefly to reach down and give his shaft a few light strokes. I gently cupped his balls and ran my hand, palm first, up his hard shaft with my fingers trailing, barely grazing his shaft. As I gave him a few of these light strokes, I turned back to watch the video and said, "You were right. It is kind of like watching a porno isn't it? He does have a really big cock. It's too bad he didn't know how to use it."

He clearly liked the initial tease. His cock twitched several times in rapid succession.

"Ewww..." I smiled back at him. "You really like that don't you? What is it that you like? Watching your hot wife sucking his big dick? Or hearing your hot wife talk about it while stroking yours?"

"Both," he said shortly, as his whole body started to writhe with pleasure.

"Does it make you feel inadequate seeing how much bigger his cock is than yours?" I teased again.

He couldn't speak.

"You don't have to be jealous baby. I don't care if your penis is smaller. You know how to use yours so much better," I continued.

I could tell that I had driven him to the edge. I took my hand off his cock. "Don't you dare cum yet baby. I know this is turning you on, but we haven't even gotten to the second video yet and I still haven't been fucked," I continued.

"If you can't handle being teased and you cum before you fuck me, just know that I am going to keep you tied up until you get hard again," I was starting to really get into the role. "I want you to save up a huge load for me and let me take special care of you while you watch yourself cum all over me later."

"I can hold it," he said, breathing heavily.

"Good. I left this guy because he couldn't last. It doesn't do much good to have a huge cock if you're going to cum in three minutes every time," I said.

"God, my pussy is getting so wet for you," I started to ramp up the teasing.

I took both hands and placed them on the inside of his knees to spread his legs to make a space for me to sit down. I sat my firm little bubble butt in between his legs and reached my left hand behind me to grab his hard cock. I pulled it up against the small of my back, right at the top of my ass and began stroking it against my body. I used my right hand to open up the next video.

After opening the video, I stood up and turned around to face him. I pulled up my nighty to expose my hard nipples for him. I gently played with them for a brief moment to continue the teasing. I pushed his legs back together and straddled him with his dick a few inches in front of my pussy. I alternated stroking him with each hand and sometimes with both. I spun the chair just a little bit so that we both could watch as I continued to stroke him and play with myself.

In the video, as I got Brandon warmed up, I was using two hands to stroke him. "It was hard for me to believe that his cock was even bigger than the last guy's when I first saw it. I pretty much had to use both hands to jack him off it was so long," I teased. Then it quickly got to the point where I started to give him head. "Wow, I do have some impressive skills don't I?"

"Nine inches really is bigger than a lot of those porn stars," I teased. "Have you ever measured yours?" I asked Kevin. "Would you mind if I measured yours?" I asked. "Would you like to see exactly how you compare to them?" I asked. "Would that turn you on even more than you already are?"

"Yeah," he said shortly, still breathing rather heavily.

I didn't really give him time to respond, though I'm not sure he could have gone much beyond his "yeah." I turned away and grabbed two rulers from my desk. I grabbed a twelve inch ruler and a six inch ruler and turned back around. "I don't think we'll need this one," I said as I put the twelve inch ruler back on the desk and grinned at him. His hips thrust and his body squirmed. And his cock bounced a couple of times.

"You're going to have to keep your cock from bouncing if you want to see. Think you can control yourself for a few seconds?" I asked.

I grabbed the base of his penis and applied pressure to make sure the blood stayed trapped so that he was as hard as he could get. I put the ruler down beside his erection and leaned in towards him so I could see the result.

"Five and a quarter inches," I announced.

"You know, I've been reading a lot about your 'little' fetish. Your penis is just barely below average in length. I bet the head of your penis is bigger than average in girth. I know you like this. But your penis really isn't all that small," I added.

Just talking about his cock and describing details in relation to his size was driving him crazy. I could have tied his whole body to the chair and he would have probably been able to hump his way loose.

I raised myself up, grabbed his cock and began to lower myself down on top of his penis. Since he doesn't actually have a small dick and has a rather large, thick head, it didn't just slide right in. His head was throbbing. That was the hardest he has ever been.

"Wow honey. I thought you would just slide right in. That's the biggest your cock has ever felt," I said.

I slid on down, all the way down to the base of his shaft, very slowly. "Oh my goodness babe. Your cock is so hard. Oh my God. You feel so good inside me," I said as I started to slide up and down his shaft slowly.

I spun us slightly in the chair and turned to look at the video playing behind us.

"You're still watching aren't you?" I asked, rhetorically. He was definitely still watching. "So, what are your thoughts?"

"I like it," he responded.

"What do you like?" I asked.

"I like watching you," he said.

"Be specific. You're allowed to talk now," I said. "Do you like watching me ride your dick? Or do you like watching the video?" I asked.

"Both," he said, almost unable to speak.

"Did you like seeing how you compare?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"You know, it's interesting. They can't compare at all with your skills. Nobody has ever fucked me like you," I exclaimed.

"Do you think it's hot watching me try to handle his size?" I teased.

"Yeah," he said, shortly, still barely able to talk.

"You know...maybe I have tormented you enough. I liked the way his size felt inside me, but he didn't know how to use it. His dick was so long, but he just went at one pace, trying to put his entire length inside me with every thrust. He never changed pace. He thought his big cock was enough to satisfy me. It wasn't. I want to be fucked. Your dick is big enough to make me feel good, but not big enough to hurt me when you grab my hips, or pull my hair and start pounding me. But you can't really fuck me like that with your hands tied, now can you? Do you think I should untie your hands and let you have your way with me?" I asked.

By this time he was doing his best to thrust his hips and push his cock deeper inside of me. But I was in control. As he attempted to thrust while I was still straddling him I focused on making sure that barely more than his head was able to stay inside me.

I got up off of him somewhat abruptly and stared down at his throbbing cock. It was so hot seeing how bad it wanted to be inside me. His erection was perfectly straight up (aside from his curve.)

"I won't be mean anymore," I said as I untied his wrists.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"How do you want it?" he asked in response.

"How about you bend me over the back of the chair? That way you can grab my hips and pull my ass into you and pound me," I suggested.

He sprang straight up from the chair, grabbed me somewhat forcefully and turned me around. He rammed his cock into me, grabbed my hair forcefully and pulled my head back so that he could kiss my neck. He kept hold of my hair with his left hand, reached around and fondled my nipple with his right hand as he began to thrust faster and faster. I could feel his balls swinging up against me with every thrust. I could tell how full they were just from them swinging into me. He whispered into my ear, "You're so fucking sexy."

I responded by telling him, "I want you to let me know well before you cum. I want to make you cum with my mouth. I know how much you love the way I suck your dick baby."

He grabbed my hips and pounded me hard for several minutes. I began to feel his cock twitching and getting harder and thicker inside me. I knew it was going to be soon for him, so I decided to help him along by asking, "Are you still watching me fuck that big cock?"

He pulled out that instant. I quickly sat him back down in the chair and got on my knees in front of him so I could focus all my attention on his pleasuring his penis until he orgasmed.

"You've really enjoyed this haven't you?" I began ramping up the dirty "small" talk to make him cum. "You know I think you're a weird little boy don't you? But I'm going to do what you want me to do."

"What do I want you to do?" he asked, as I put his shaft in the back of my throat.

"You want me to tell you that you have a small penis," I said once I got back up the length of his shaft. "And you wanted to see how much smaller you are than my ex boyfriends."

I went all the way back down on his cock. He was trying his best not to cum now. He wanted me to continue. He wanted to hear what I was going to say.

"You like that your little penis is small enough for me to fit in my mouth," I said before going back down slowly.

He was getting really close now. It could be any second. I began licking the very back of the head of his dick with my tongue.

As I continued to lick that back of his head I stroked the entire length of his shaft very gently with my left hand, looked into his eyes and said, "Damn, you have the sexiest little cock."

The first rope was thick. It shot over my head. I opened my mouth in amazement by what I just saw. And honestly, it was a genuine look. I had always found his orgasms sexy, but I guess the situation surrounding this one and the fact that it literally happened right in front of, and on my face, really turned me on. I had started rubbing myself with my free right hand as soon as I had gotten on my knees for him. This was the first time that I knew I was going to cum from him cumming. I was already close at this point, the sex was so passionate and I had already warmed myself up before I ever put his cock inside me. He kept cumming, all over my face and shoulders and tits. I began moaning in pleasure as well. "Oh God! I'm cumming!" I yelled as he and I both experienced orgasmic euphoria together.

Chapter Eleven- A Career

So here we are. My life's sexual experiences coupled with the things that interested me anyways have led me to become a sex therapist. I own my own practice. I write books about sex. I publish articles about sex. I counsel couples of all kinds about everything from size issues to erectile dysfunction issues to the truly outside-the-box type of issues that you would only find in some fetish themed porn film, or in the darkest corners of the internet.

In my first few years of doing this I have learned something very important about sex. There is no such thing as weird or abnormal in relation to sex, yet all sex has a twinge of weirdness and abnormality.

Close, intimate contact with another human being, especially at the onset, can be awkward precisely because we are all so different. It's hard to know and understand what a person wants sexually if you don't know what their likes and dislikes are. Those likes and dislikes are most often expressed verbally. And sex, especially the details, is often awkward to talk about. That being said, we are humans. We are physically wired to have sex and to want sex.

What humans most often forget about sex is that we are also mentally wired to have and express sexual desires.

Humans have been able to perform the act physically for thousands of years with little trouble. What I run into in today's world is that many people are not equipped (no pun intended) to deal with the more in depth mental aspects of sex. We have certainly moved passed the evolutionary reproductive functionality aspects. We have so many people with so many different sexual desires and so many various sexual platforms that offer ways to fulfill those desires. From toys to movies to costumes to literature, if you've thought about some specific sexual platform, agenda, idea of any kind, there is something out there to stimulate those interests.

It's easy enough to stimulate your own interests with a bit of privacy. It's not as easy to stimulate your partner's interests. It's impossible if you or your partner is unwilling or unable to express those preferences verbally.

That's where I come in. I offer an open forum. Sometimes I get people who tell me that what I provide is a "safe space," to express thoughts. Bologna. I hate this new catch phrase. The connotation of a "safe space," comes off as if it's a prison cell. It's confined and it's often not safe. My job and my passion is to help people open themselves up from their preconceived notions or physical and mental confines. Improvements in sex lives and or attainment of unmet satisfactions are not going to be realized by limiting yourself. They will be realized by experimentation. They will be realized with efforts to expand your own and your sexual partner's horizons. They will be realized by freeing yourself from the belief that you and or your sexual desires are weird or abnormal.

Millions of people will like, deal with, and question the various shapes and sizes of their physical anatomy as they travel down their sexual roads in life. I find that the people who end up with the best sex lives have a common characteristic in terms of shape and size. I find that their mental outlook on sex has a malleable shape and an infinite size. Whatever those may look like are as individual as a fingerprint.

If you would like help in expanding your sex life or simply in understanding something your partner has expressed an interest in, I will be glad to give you a card. Or you could look me up online. Or you could read one of my books or essays.

But the best place to start is with open communication between you and your lover.

As for a conclusion to this journey, well, I haven't gotten there yet. I hope that I am still in the early chapters of my Book of Life.

The chapter I just started has me rubbing myself under my skirt as I stare across my desk at Kevin's cock as he finishes this book. In the first paragraph I'm getting bent over the desk with my hair being pulled while Kevin rams his cock into me from behind as I scramble to throw these papers out of my way.