The Size Anthology

by KT Morrison

  Kate began to grind gently against him and he let her. He stayed motionless and let her work on to him. The slick wet sounds came again as her body began to slowly accept this large, foreign invader.

  They both got their hips working in contracted circles and Kate began sighing with each tiny thrust he gave her. She was slowly working her way down his shaft, wet thrust by wet thrust. He pulled back almost all the way out and plunged in again. She accepted it, and he did it again. He propped himself up and pushed himself in deliberately deep. Kate’s pubic pad bulged up with his entry and she cried out.

  It felt so wrong inside her. Not her husband. Not her husband's size. Too big. Not how this was supposed to feel.

  But it felt so good, felt like she'd hoped it would. She had to search for that pleasure somewhere past the strange feeling of being stretched too far. Like stretched to the limit. She felt like she could tear. Every time he thrust himself inside her, despite the pain, a carnal charge shot through her brain, wanting more and more of him. Every time he withdrew it felt like she was being pulled out with him, turning herself inside out. That was when she feared he was too much, just for a moment, then he thrust himself in again and she felt a tingle from her heart to her fingertips. Wanting to be fucked.

  She felt exposed to her husband, naked in a new way. Not like she was on her bare mattress in the apartment in Finsbury Park when he clumsily undressed her and she let him fuck her while she gripped the chipped metal rails of the Charity Shop headboard above her. And not like when he unclasped the hook on the back of her shamelessly white ball gown in the Honeymoon Suite at the Langham and politely acted like he was seeing her for the first time. She felt like she was sharing with him the darkest depths that she travelled. The hidden desires and the abyss of her lust. This was her exposed and she wanted to be seen by him. And instead of pushing through the shame, seeking out only the pleasure in this deplorable act, she embraced it, felt her husband's eyes on her, wanting to make him see her for what she was.

  She looked up at Omar, his masculine face snarling at her, the ripple of the muscles of his torso as he fucked her. The veins stood out on him, a network from his shoulders down his strong arms. She clawed at his neck, resisting the pain like a bitch being mounted, then pulled him into her scratching at his back.

  At first it was really hot. She watched Kate take him deep inside her and the sounds she made filled up the room. It almost sounded fake but she sort of knew it was real. She’d been there before. Kate clawed at his back while they got themselves going, her legs wrapped around his hips. Kiley watched Omar thrusting into her, slow at first, saw the muscles of his back, the flexing cheeks of his rounded rump, and got herself a little turned on from seeing him from this angle. She'd caught a glimpse of themselves once, in a sliver of mirror in a cheap motel in Florida, the same view but she'd turned away, ashamed of the pleasure she saw contorting her face.

  Then the more it went on seeing her take it, her heels digging into him, spurring him, telling him how big he felt, slapping at him as he got too deep, getting on her side her legs shaking, arching her back and scratching at the bed, the flipping her over and the yelp she gave when he got back in her, then more frenzied fucking, her gasping, and yipping, the ah, ah, the Fuck me, fuck me—it got quite uncomfortable. She felt very conscious of Mitch in her hand, small but hard as bone. She looked over at him once in the middle of it and saw him watching stone-faced. It was hard to figure what he might be thinking but his body was responding positively.

  Now Omar had Kate's legs up, her knees forced into her face, and they could both see he was really in there, see his sack slapping and sticking to her sweaty cheeks. And Kate was out of her mind, taking it and loving it. It was a bit too intense.

  Kate’s little feet were up in the air over Omar’s shoulders, flapping as if broken. Her face was a frozen frown, brow furrowed, mouth agape, a low fried sound bubbling across her vocal cords, undulating with Omar's vigorous thrusts.

  Kate grabbed handfuls of sheets and pulled them over her face as she felt something gargantuan building inside. She inhaled soft, soapy hotel laundry and something else in there; a spicy, leather smell, masculine but dirty. She looked into Omar's eyes, he was gleaming with sweat, she felt every ridge and vein on his big cock, even his retracting foreskin as he thrust himself in and out of her. She twisted her head to the left and right, trying to get a hold of something unhitching within her, something letting go, and something very powerful released, rushing through her from the other side. She felt her hair clinging to her face, could see her breasts pushed out, jiggling, her nipples hard and upright. She could see Mitch watching, could tell that he would be able to see her dirtiness spread wide and skewered, the slap of her flesh as she was pounded. Omar fucked her hard and deep, her legs bent up and her filth exposed and spread for him, her little hole being ruined. The mahogany bed was a stable slab, a monolith, a polished unmoving platform. Nothing to rob his thrusting of its energy as he fucked her towards destruction.

  Her orgasm came ruthless and unyielding, she slapped at her belly like she'd been burned, clawed at his thighs as he continued to thrust, she was wild-eyed like a witch being burned at the stake, a cry building within her that started low and quickly went high and loud and encouraging. Urging him to fuck her harder, pounding on his thighs, she squeezed her eyes hard until she saw stars. And then a bliss, a warm comforting glow that spread through her like she'd slipped into a hot bath, her hair stood on end, and she squirmed away from him, getting him out of her. She squeezed her breasts, and clasped her thighs together, gyrating against a phantom invader that continued to fill her and she rode it, gyrating her hips, the longest orgasm she'd ever felt.

  Kate looked worn, her hair wet and clinging to her, her whole body had a clammy sheen. Omar turned her onto her side and she fell over lifeless. He got himself behind her and pulled her apart like frog's legs, her heels touching. He took his cock in his hand and sought out her wet centre. She turned her head and he kissed her. The tip of him found her and he pressed it into her again and she grunted into his mouth, a high squeak.

  The light from the bathroom fell across their exposed sexes, Kate’s tufted mound split wide and gleaming deep-pink and wet, Omar’s thickness buried in there, his balls hanging into the bed sheets.

  Her right hand was in his, bracing her from underneath, disappearing inside his big grip as he started to fuck her again. Her other hand scratched at his backside encouraging his thrusts. They were locked in a kiss like that and he was fucking into her hard, his balls swinging against her, slapping his leg.

  Mitch felt his heartbeat in his throat, Kate was over the top, snorting through her nose as he fucked her, her lips still locked on his, she made noises like she was talking, saying, Yes over and over, but they were formless sounds that ended in her strained throat, the tendons standing out like thick cords.

  Omar roared, his head thrust back and he pulled himself out of her, leaving her puckered and stretched, falling heavily against her leg. He grabbed himself at the base and humped himself into her stomach, his thick thing gliding across her slickened skin. Kate’s hips thrust despite his absence as he fucked her smooth belly, her little wedding-ringed hand rubbing his broad underside, pushing him against her. The first stream of semen went up her front and under her breasts, he kept thrusting and spurting on to her, across her belly and up onto her chest and into the sheets. She was groaning too, high and encouraging, squeezing his tip against her, watching her hand on it and seeing the last white surges squirt from him.

  Omar had disappeared behind her, spent, and Kate fondled his dwindling erection watching it in her grip. Kiley handed her a t-shirt and she took it, wiped down Omar's cock between her legs, then wiped herself in slow circles, looking down to see if she'd got it all. She lay back, looking exhausted but not unnoticeably content. She looked over at them, Omar's hand gently stroking at her belly, his cock draped over the inside of her thigh. It was their turn now.

  It
hadn’t occurred to her what it would be like to have to follow a performance like what she saw Omar give until he had Kate on her side, fucking her from behind, her legs spread, his manhood splitting Kate apart slowly, on full display for Mitch and her.

  Now all eyes were on them and she felt the enormous pressure to provide a show--a spotlight on her, a silent expectant crowd, a cleared throat somewhere in the steep horseshoe of a two-tiered concert hall. She suddenly couldn't swallow.

  She looked at Mitch, his eyes were wide, a fear of the unknown. They kissed hesitantly, facing each other, sitting cross-legged. She felt his hands cup her shoulders, and the feel of him broke her tension. She kissed him back, putting her fingers to his neck.

  It felt good to kiss him. She wanted him to enjoy this, to give him a good time. She stroked him, felt how hard he was. He wasn't much longer than her hand, but he was good and stiff and that turned her on. She held him with her lips while she pulled him onto her, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs for him. She watched as he looked down over her, his hand gripping his erection and slowly sliding it into her. He felt good inside her.

  It was intense, she felt a sudden rush, her face flushed and she filled with emotion. She'd stood by her friend as she married this man, she loved him as a friend. Had seen him when he was a little puppy dog in love with Kate, encouraged him over a cup of coffee, gave him the inside scoop on how to win over her best mate. Attended funerals, hospital trips--she cared for him deeply, and she felt her eyes get a bit wet as she felt a warm happiness come over her. She put her arms around him, she held his eyes with hers and watched him gently make love to her.

  Mitch looked down at Kiley, her beautiful face inside a halo of her wicked mane of hair. Her eyes were open, watching him. He was inside her, he felt her gripping him, but he couldn't shake the sweat-dripping show they'd been given. The display of ecstasy that came from his wife that he'd never seen from her before. The idea that another man's organ, the size of it, was what it took to produce that from her. He looked at Kiley, unmoved by his erection inside her, enormously aware at her lack of passion, no display from her of any kind of excitement. She wasn't thrashing or squeaking, bucking, recoiling, or squirming away from him because his manhood was hurting her. She looked back at him, calmly, sweetly.

  She was used to the fucking they'd just watched. That would be a normal night for her with her boyfriend. She was used to getting it from a cock that was at least more than twice the size of his. Did she look like Kate when she took it? She sure didn't lay there and mildly receive it like he saw right now, he was sure of that. She held his face with her hands, looking into him, he felt her grinding against him, it felt good to be inside her. But was he even making an impression?

  He felt himself withering inside her and he was gripped with a sudden panic. He reached down and squeezed himself at the base trying to plump himself up. But it was too late. He could feel himself buckling and folding against her exterior as he tried to get it back inside her.

  The room felt desperately quiet. Kiley sat herself up now, and was trying to stroke him back to hardness, he looked over at Kate, lazily watching, the jangling of Kiley's metal bracelets the only sound in the room. She watched her husband getting jerked by her best friend, him sitting back on his haunches looking back at her. She was absently stroking Omar's flaccid cock as it lay on her leg, pulling it, rolling his thick foreskin between her fingers. Kiley leaned him back, pushing him with her hand and lowered herself to put her mouth over him. He lay back on his elbows and watched her work on it under the cover of her thick mane.

  He looked at Kate play with her new favourite thing, feeling so inadequate, overwhelmed by everything he'd seen tonight. He thought of Kate responding to Omar's touch, her gasps as he thrust into her, the ecstasy he gave her. The orgasm he gave her. Something Mitch had never done for her with his penis in his life.

  It was over, he couldn't go on. This big adventure was at a close and he was alright with it. He lifted Kiley off him, and she looked at him troubled. She looked like she wanted to go on, didn't want to be stopped, but he knew he was done. He just shook his head at her and then hugged her. She put her arms around him. He looked at Kate and saw that she was asleep.

  11

  Shell Shocked

  Mitch lay on his side in the bed and watched Kate's back as she slept, the sun rising and putting a glow of yellow light across her. He watched her bare skin as she breathed. He took the edge of the grey cotton bed sheet and gently pulled it down trying not to wake her. She lay on her side, naked, her legs drawn up, and he looked at the soles of her little feet tucked up under her bottom.

  He just wanted to squeeze her, to hold her and make everything better. If anything was even wrong. What he saw last night disgusted him but he couldn't deny that he was aroused by it. Hated himself for that. If what she was doing was wrong, and God, just wasn't it, then shouldn't he stop it? Was he enabling some sort of deviancy, some sort of mental illness? But maybe if she'd got what she'd wanted this would finally be all over.

  He put his hand on her waist and felt her move with her breaths. He felt her soft skin and hated that another man had felt it just last night. She breathed in deeply and held it, turned her head up as she woke.

  She groaned something, her eyes still closed, and put her hand over his hand. He said, Good morning and she lifted an arm up and put it behind her head, still half asleep. He looked at her big, naked breast exposed to him. He ran his hand up her side and over her breast and underarm wanting to erase all the spots that another man had touched.

  She groaned again and he saw her frown, troubled. He saw a little glint of light reflect under her long eyelashes as she very slowly opened them. She turned over to him, onto her back keeping her legs drawn up, her knees held together.

  "How are you feeling?"

  "Mm. My pussy is really sore," she said, her dry lips sticking together.

  "Really. Is that really a thing?"

  "Mm-hm," she said, eyes closed again.

  "You seemed all right last night." He watched her left hand come up and rest on her belly just above her thatch of pubic hair.

  She opened her heavy eyes and looked at the ceiling, still not quite awake. She looked over at him saw him looking at her, eyes trying to focus. She looked embarrassed.

  "I'm all right," she said, and put her hand on his cheek. She kissed him and he kissed her back, said, Why don't you get washed up?

  She looked down, and said, Yeah, I probably should. He caressed her face, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. "Let me run you a bath," he said.

  "See if we have some epsom salts, that can sometimes help."

  He thought about what that meant. Like she's taken some real big ones before. A little glimpse into the life of Kate Simon, the Kate before. Fuck me, why did that turn him on? He told her he would have some brought up, got up and into the bathroom and ran the hot water.

  "Oh, and an aspirin too," she said from the bed, rolling back onto her side.

  Kate got up and walked into the bathroom, between the marble counters lined down both sides and to the tub. She turned the water off and checked the temperature. He'd run it well and he'd left a glass jar of epsom salts someone must have brought up. There was a small square tin of aspirin too.

  She padded over to the sink and looked at her naked body from mid-thigh up. Looked at herself in the mirror, and grinned wide, then broke into a laugh and covered her mouth. That was fucking crazy.

  God, she thought, how fucking hot was that? She couldn't believe that it had been done. That she'd actually managed to get this thing done. She poured some cold water from the tap into a glass. She tapped out an aspirin from the tin and swallowed it. Mitch seemed a little shell-shocked this morning. She wondered how he'd taken it. Could she ask him? She wanted to. He would assume, or want to hear that her crazy little fire had been put out. Maybe it had. She hoped it had.

  She put her hand down between her legs and felt herself. She was throbb
ing but somehow it felt so good too. It felt a bit like she'd been kicked with the toe of a boot or something, a dull ache that practically went up her backside.

  She sat on the toilet to pee and it felt like it was hot turpentine coming out of her. She sucked air in through her teeth and gripped the roll of toilet paper, digging her nails into it. It gradually subsided, down to stinging needles at least, and she could get through that.

  When she was in the tub she thought of Mitch with Kiley. Seeing her best friend put her husband's cock in her mouth, watch him climb onto her, and put himself inside her. She was okay with that. God, how she loved Kiley. They looked good together fucking, even as awkward as they were.

  She put on a heavy white robe and walked out to the kitchen.

  Kiley got up and looked out the window down to the beach, the shadows of the hotel stretching blue across the sand as the sun came up behind them. She turned and looked at Omar stretched wide out, bare on the bed, his legs bent into a number four. She shook her head at him laying there. That had been something, what she'd seen last night. She'd heard Kate with guys before, they were roommates for years. But seeing it happen was obviously a crazy new level. She'd been prepared for it, and frankly it was a little more than what was expected. She hoped it wasn't too much for Mitch. He was obviously affected by it. Not finishing. I mean, he couldn't think she wasn't attractive could he?

  There were a million more likely things going through his head. He’d just his seen his wife get the fucking of a lifetime by a bonafide stud. He probably wondered how could he fill up Kiley when he thought Kiley was used to a man like Omar. God what would he think about being with Kate now too, after what he'd seen? But she felt nothing for Omar. Hadn’t been with him sexually in almost a year and a half. Had no intention to be with him now either. She had been obsessed with him when they met but it fizzled quickly. She really was just into the novelty of it. The sex was good, but painful really. And ultimately Omar was very aware of his size, and the sex mostly revolved around how great he thought that dick was. He could be an asshole too.