The Size Anthology

by KT Morrison

  “You know how beautiful you are?”

  “No,” she looked away but smiled.

  “I can’t even believe you’re here with me.”

  She stepped back from him so he could see all of her. She took the hem of the dress in her hands and peeled it up over her body and head and dropped it in the grass. She slid her panties down over her hips and wiggled them down, stepped out of them. She was standing in front of him completely nude except for the tall black heels she’d got for thirty dollars at the Payless in the mall. She liked the way he admired her. She’d never really felt like that before. Presented to a man for him to admire. First time she’d undressed for Troy she’d done it under the sheets so he couldn’t see her naked. It took a long time for her to believe that she looked good without her clothes. She always felt so skinny. She’d filled out a little in the last couple of years so maybe it was that she did look better now. Troy had got her out of her shell.

  “Oh my God, you’re the finest thing I ever seen.”

  “Let’s get that big thing inside me,” she said, and pulled him up standing.

  He wasn’t much taller than her in her heels and she kissed at his neck and bit his collar. He dropped his pants down to his ankles resting on his cowboy boots. His penis was straight up between them, up against her belly. It felt hot on her and she liked the feel of it. It came right up almost to her breasts. She was getting it now, how big ones were better than little ones. There was something so arousing about a man’s sexuality being so present, so obvious. She felt like she’d got a little wet.

  She broke off from him and bent herself at the waist and put her elbows on the picnic table. She felt him behind her, lining himself up, felt the head of his thing brushing between her legs. She was going through the pockets of his jacket she’d left on the table. She swayed her hips keeping herself from being skewered.

  “Hol up,” she said, “I think your big fella needs a jacket.” She tore the end off the gold foil packet and got the condom out. She pinched the tip and rolled it down him. He was real hard now, she could feel it under her fingers as she struggled with rolling the latex over the big head of it. She got it, and rolled it down the rest of the way over that curve.

  “This would slip right offa my husband,” she said. She turned and bent herself over the table again, looking over her shoulder at him. She swayed her hips again and he put his palms over her cheeks and steadied her. He bent his knees and thrust his hips til his curved cock tapped itself into place. He thrust it into her, using his thumb to guide that wicked curve into her canal.

  She gasped out, her voice sounding crystal clear in the cold night, “Ow, ow, oh…”

  “Ah, shit, I swear to God, I ain’t felt anything tighter,” he said.

  He squished it into her, sliding it almost all the way before drawing it back and plunging in again even deeper. It felt so good inside her. A little sore, but it was washed away by the pleasurable feeling of being so bad.

  “Ow, daddy, careful, it’s sore.” She squeezed him tight with her insides, pushing him out and pulling him in as he tried to get a rhythm against her tightness.

  “Goddam it, Emma, you’re the tightest thing...”

  “Easy on the Lord’s name, darling, ah...” she gasped as he plunged it right in, and she swung her head forward so fast she knocked it on the picnic table.

  “Hold on,” she heard him say, and she felt his hands push down on her bottom. He dipped his knees and got himself in a good angle. He pushed himself all the way in, she felt him trembling with his effort, forcing every inch he had inside her. The curve of his big cock pushed that fat down-pointing head along the front of her insides and it felt so good she could almost have let it go and peed all over him. She quivered and let out a warbled cry.

  He picked up on it and his hands went over her shoulders and he pulled her body onto his big thing, impaled her on it. He slammed it into her over and over, bucking into her harder and harder. It hurt, but the feeling of pressure along her front seam felt too good to do anything but yell out with each thrust. Her little titties jiggled each time he did it and she scrunched up her face and listened to her cries warble.

  “That’s it daddy, that...feels so good...”

  She felt eyes on her like she was being watched. She embraced it, riding the idea of someone witnessing her receiving so much dirty pleasure. She cried out more, let whoever was out there really know she loved it.

  It was building inside of her. This dirty man had a penis that could stretch her and stroke a velvety spot inside her that had never been touched before. She was going to come all around his thick, beat up cock and she couldn’t wait to do it. She thought of someone hiding in the bushes seeing her long white body bent over a weathered table, being spread wide by some redneck’s dangerous cock.

  She screamed out once loud and short, and then snorted through her nose as she realized she’d peed a little. She could feel herself tinkling back there. She rode out the strangest feeling, intense and orgasmic, but dirty and humiliated. She pushed away the shame and wailed for him, letting her voice ride the enormous wave washing over her. She got it back, held it in and felt warm all over, her fingers had pins and needles. Craig was still pounding into her like he hadn’t noticed what he’d done to her.

  “Ah, ow, Craig...ow, oh stop, it tickles...”

  Her legs were quivering so bad she couldn’t use them well enough to get away from him. She tried turning, and he hurt her, stabbing that big blunt thing into her sideways.

  “Ow, stop, stop,” she said.

  She saw him back off, he was elsewhere—his eyes weren’t seeing anything. He buckled over, supported himself, putting his hands on her pure white thighs. She looked between his legs at his long hard thing, bobbing up and down between his hips. He was flexing it; it would pull up and hold, then drop and he’d flex it right back up again. She watched him fill up the end of his condom. The hanging end of it rising and falling as he shot his seed into it, filling that reservoir tip all the way up with his stuff. It swung around and jumped like one of those inflatable air-dancing men outside a car dealership. He was lost in it, saying aww and ahr over and over, his face contorted.

  A big determined man came striding out from the bushes and she covered herself.

  Troy watched her have sex with this other man til it hurt so much he was doubled over. He watched her love it. He was face to face with her about a dozen feet away when Emma had her orgasm. He watched his wife get fucked from behind, bent over a rotting picnic table. When she came her body quivered and her eyes rolled up and she wasn’t putting an act on for him. She loved getting every inch of another man’s big cock.

  His feet crushed the grass under him as he stomped across the yard with furious intent. He roared at him, “That’s my wife!”

  Craig blanched, his face drawn in horror. He turned and his knees buckled and he fell in a heap, his pants bunched up around his ankles. He was saying something, but it wasn’t words, just strangled scared vowel sounds. Troy grabbed the back of his jeans and his shirt tail and threw him about ten feet across the yard and into a fire pit. He disappeared in a grey cloud of ash. He scrambled out of it, getting his hands out in front of him trying to calm this monster.

  He slumped in behind a barbecue up next to the house. Troy put one hand on the barbecue, a pitted and worn out propane model. It had tables attached to both sides and two tanks under it but he threw it aside like a toy. He let that clatter of metal across patio stone electrocute Craig with fear.

  “No, no,...” he said. His hands were up and shaking, his eyes quivered.

  “Did you just fuck my wife?”

  “Troy, don’t you hurt him,” Emma hollered behind him.

  He bent over and put both his big hands around Craig’s neck and lifted him straight up in the air over his head. He crushed his neck and shook him.

  “Troy, don’t you do that. He’s my friend,” she yelled and he could feel her little balled up fists pelting his back.


  He threw Craig to the ground, and he lay crumpled in the grass, gasping for air.

  Troy turned and roared at Emma, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Well, what do you think I’m doing?” She was standing looking up at him completely naked except for her high heel shoes. She had her two long hands covered over her nipples.

  “Get your things and get in the car.”

  “What are you going to do to him?”

  “Please, man, I didn’t know—”

  “Yes, you did, don’t put this all on me,” she yelled around Troy.

  “I’m going to bash his face in.”

  “Shit, oh please, man, I’m so sorry.” He held his hands together out in front of him, pleading for his life. His legs were bent and he was sitting on his scuffed up boots. His pants were around his ankles, and his white shirt open. His big thing had deflated inside the condom, the long filled up tip dragging in the grass.

  Emma’s bare arms came around him, hugged him. She said, “Please, daddy, I’m so sorry. Please, don’t hurt him.”

  “Please, man, don’t. I swear, I’m sorry,” his eyes were red and watery.

  “Troy, baby, please, it was just sex, I jus wanted to feel what his big thing might feel like inside me...”

  “Emma, please don’t...” Craig said, struggling to understand how he’d ended up here.

  “Think you’re the big man around here?” Troy asked him, bending over and grabbing a handful of his shirt on either side of him. He pulled him up effortlessly and stood him up face to face with him. The tips of his boots grazed the grass. Craig cowered.

  He turned him around to face away and Craig didn’t resist. He hooked his massive forearm around his throat and squeezed him tight against him. He got his Adam’s apple in the crook of his arm and squeezed tight and slow like a boa constrictor. Emma slapped at his back with her open hands.

  She came around to the front then and hollered, “Troy, stop it, you’re killin him. His eyes are buggin out of his head.”

  Troy just flexed a little, let Craig slip in a little tighter. The more Craig struggled, the deeper he sunk that choke. He squeezed harder, could see his tongue push out of his mouth and a big wet bubble popped out of his nose. His legs were kicking and his arms had come up to slap and claw at Troy’s arm. He faded really fast, his legs stopped, and soon one arm fell and the other just lay still, his hand on Troy’s wrist.

  “What’d you do, Troy?” she yelled at him.

  “You’re next, you don’t get your things and get in that car.”

  12

  He carried Craig’s lifeless body over to the picnic table and laid him out on it.

  “What did you do Troy?”

  “You belong to me, I don’t share you with any one. He got what he deserved.”

  “Oh my word, Troy. What are we going to do?”

  He grabbed her around the waist and threw her up onto his shoulder. The side of her bare ass was pressed up against his cheek. He squat down and grabbed her crumpled dress, then her purse.

  “Troy, you ain’t gonna hurt me are you?”

  “Don’t you deserve it?”

  “I’ll holler you don’t put me down.”

  “Go ahead.”

  He carried her down the side of the house out to the driveway. He was hustling her back to the car. He was going to take her home and teach her a lesson.

  “Help me, please, somebody help me,” she yelled out to the rundown neighbourhood.

  He slapped her ass, said, “Hey, don’t do that somebody might come with a shotgun.”

  “Sorry,” she said behind him.

  He ran with her then across to the Hyundai. He threw her things in the backseat, then folded her up and tossed her in too. She yelped going in. He got in the driver’s seat and started it up. He slammed it into drive and the squat little SUV wriggled and skidded away from the house. Emma crawled into the front seat still naked, still wearing her heels. He felt her bare smooth skin against his arm. She put her arm around him, her other hand ran through his hair. She was kissing his neck and his face.

  “Emma, we gotta get out of here, I could go to jail for what I did back there. We gotta get your car.”

  “Jus pull over, we can get it tomorrow. I need it right now, daddy.”

  He kissed her back, taking his eyes off the road for a moment. He sucked her lips right into his mouth. He wanted her so bad right now, every part of him ached.

  “We gotta get outta here, baby. He might have a gun, maybe somebody called the cops.”

  “How long will he be out?”

  “No guarantee at all, he might be awake calling nine-one-one right now. If he calls the cops, Emma, they’ll check the restaurant, your license plate, they can find out who we are.”

  He wrenched the car around a corner and she held on to him so she wouldn’t slide away. He punched it down a straightaway, throwing up dust behind him lit up in red by his taillight. Rocks pinged around in the wheel wells.

  “Get back there and get yourself dressed baby, case we get pulled over. I’m gonna break every traffic law here til we get home.”

  “Oh Troy, I’m burstin for it.”

  “I gotta get us home first, baby”

  “Then what you gonna do to me?”

  “I’m going to knock you around, make you go crazy,” he said, looking right into her eyes.

  “Oh, you jus made me shiver, baby. You sure he’s gonna be okay back there?”

  “He’s just sleeping, I swear. I’ve done it a hundred times, been done to me...”

  “You really gave it to him darlin.”

  “So did you.”

  “He gave it to me, you mean. He gave it pretty good.”

  Her hand was between his legs and she was working his fly down. He leaned back so she could do it.

  “He had a real nice one, didn’t he?” she said.

  “Did you like it?”

  She found his thing in his boxers and brought it out. “It had a bend in it made me go crazy. It was like his head was rubbing me funny inside.”

  “You’re just so bad, Emma.”

  She put her head in his lap and he lifted his arm so she could get in there. She put her mouth over him and he shook with pleasure. The Hyundai dipped into the shoulder and he swerved it back onto the gravel road.

  “No, no, Emma. You’re going to make me come.”

  “I want you to, sugar.”

  “No, not yet.”

  “We’re gonna go all night, daddy, you only got one in you?”

  “I’m saving this one for your insides. It’s going to be a big one.”

  “Gravy, Troy, you don’t know how hot you got me. You gon give me a little baby, daddy?”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.”

  She came up and kissed his cheek. She still had her hand down there and she squeezed his sack hard and he grunted.

  “You got a little Troy junior swimming around in one of these little things?”

  “Emma, c’mon don’t talk like that right now, you got me so close.”

  She put both hands around his arm, her fingers not able to get around it. “You’re the one gettin me close, sugar.”

  She watched him drive, his face intense his body urgent and hard. She ran her hand over his flat hard stomach, said, “If you’re just about to bubble over, do it now. Put it in me, I’ll get you off in a shake. C’mon, baby, I need you.”

  Troy squeezed the wheel. He knew he’d last only a second. He looked over at her sitting bare in the front seat, blazing white against the black leather. He crushed the brake under his foot and the Hyundai nose dived into the shoulder in a cloud of dust. He took off his seatbelt and she already had her hands fumbling with his belt. He pushed them away, got it done faster than she could and yanked them right down. His little pecker was hard as a rock.

  “There’s my little guy,” she said as she got on top of him in the driver seat, straddling him. He cranked the lever and dropped the seat ri
ght back. She tried getting him in her, but he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, spinning her around so he was on top of her. She yelped out and she was laughing.

  “Give it to me, honey pie.” She held his gaze while he found her wet spot with his tip.

  “I love you so much, Emma.”

  “I love you, baby”

  He slipped it right inside her and she was hot and wet. He groaned in her ear, he wasn’t going to last a minute.

  “Shoot it in me, baby, the cops’ll be here any minute to take you to jail.”

  “Ah,” he cried out as he exploded inside her.

  “Oh, I feel that, baby,” she arched her back and let him thrust himself in her. Her nails raked deep into his muscle, scratching him hard and hurting him.

  He gave her stream after stream. It kept going and he couldn’t believe there could be more. “Emma, I’ve never felt like this. You make me so crazy.” He was so tight he could barely speak, barely breathe. He tightened himself right up, felt like he was blacking out, like someone had choked him. He shivered and squeezed, pulsed another big wallop into her.

  “Oh, Emma,” he said, then collapsed right on top of her.

  “Agh, you’re crushin me, baby,” she said, tapping at his back.

  He lifted himself off her, groggy, feeling a little out of it. She kissed his mouth. “That was so good, Troy. You okay?”

  “Yeah,” he said and rubbed his palms into his eyes. “Yeah, we better get going. You hop back there and get your dress on.”

  She climbed into the backseat, her hand pressed in between her legs. He watched her scramble back there, pull her dress off the floor. He did his pants back up, and started the SUV. He shook his head, cleared his mind, and sped off towards town again.

  “Did you leave my panties back there?”

  “I didn’t see them.”

  “Well, I’m leaking like a tap back here. I could’a used those.”