The Size Anthology

by KT Morrison

  He leaned back to her, put his hand on her knee. He kissed her over his shoulder. She got her hand into his sweatpants and found his manhood in there. No underwear, just a thick penis and very large hairy balls loose inside his pants.

  “Wow,” she whispered in his ear.

  He turned around in the chair and kneeled over her, in between her legs. He bent and kissed her and she fell back with it, let him put his tongue deep into her mouth. She enjoyed it, let it happen, let him consume her.

  She pulled his sweatpants down his thighs. He broke from her and raised up. His cock was right in front of her. He was harder now. It was very thick. The thickest one she’d been with. Not that long, and the head of it was small and narrow. It looked like the head swiped from a small dick and put on a big one.

  She put her hand under his sack and lifted it.

  “You jus have the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. All those swinging housewives must be so excited when they pull these things out.”

  “No one’s disappointed.”

  “You like givin it to these woman in front of their husbands?”

  “It’s a fun night. Everyone’s cool.”

  “None of them get upset cause your dick is so big?”

  “No. That’s why they called me.”

  “I don’t get that. The husbands, I mean. The wives I get.”

  She held his penis in her grip, felt he could still get harder. She put her mouth over the tip and fought the urge to gag. She pushed her mouth down, forcing it deeper into her. The tip touched her throat and she retched, pulled her head off it. She stroked him with her fist looking how her finger and thumb were almost an inch from touching he was so thick.

  “No way this is getting in me. I tell you how tight I am down there?”

  He took his shirt off of her, pulling it up over her head and she lifted her arms for him. He was on her mouth again kissing her, his hand on her neck. She put her arms over the back of the chair inviting him to her breasts. He kissed down her neck and she put her head right back and closed her eyes. He sucked on her nipples and his hands felt good on her slim sides. He kissed her belly, getting himself lower. She parted her legs. Jamie took her under her thighs and pulled her down to the edge so he could get his mouth to her.

  She pulled her lips into her mouth and furrowed her brow. No boy had ever been down there with his mouth except for her Troy. She wanted to snap her legs closed, preserve that. That was just for him. Boy, she had him mad today.

  His tongue slipped into her, pushing her soft flesh around between her legs. It felt good, but if she let it happen, thought about it too much, she could cry real tears. She gasped out, arched her hips, presented her mound to him. His breath was heavy and he worked her well, sucking her folds into his mouth and splitting her centre with his tongue. She let him do it, explore her, but once that first thrill was gone she knew she couldn’t enjoy that. It made her think of Troy too much.

  She brought her feet together between his legs while he was crouched on the floor with his face between her hips. She felt his thick, hard thing between her soles and she stroked it clumsily with her feet.

  It broke him out of it and he raised up and kissed his way back up her belly and between her breasts.

  “We’re gonna need some lube and a condom, Jamie,” she said, trying to sound sexy while pragmatic. He stood, smiled at her and walked to his bedroom, that monster bobbing between his legs. He was slim-hipped and it looked so massive between his thin legs. Watching him walk with it hard made her feel a little funny. She put her hands between her legs and felt herself, pushed her lips around, listened to the wet squishing under her fingers.

  He came back to her and gave her a thing of lube. He stretched a condom over his wide fat cock and slipped it down with some difficulty. Emma squirted lube in her hand and rubbed it in between her legs, then stroked him as he got himself between her thighs.

  “Promise me you’ll go easy. My husband is very tiny—”

  She could feel the tapered tip pressing inside her, felt the threat of more girth to come. He slid it in slow and she raised her eyebrows high and held her breath.

  “Hah, that hurts like the dickens, Jamie.”

  “Holy shit, you are so tight,” he grunted.

  “Ah, you’re shaped like a rocket-ship. It’s gettin worse.”

  He backed it out and then pushed in again. She grimaced and bit her lower lip. They could hear the rubber squishing, being crushed by her tightness over his girth.

  He didn’t push it. He gave her sweet little strokes, just giving her the first third, very gentle. She calmed herself and moved into his rhythm.

  Once she was relaxed he gave her just a bit more on each thrust and she squawked a bit but it felt good. Soon he had the whole thing inside her and she was taking it. He wasn’t too long, just right, and the width of him stretched her in a way she hadn’t been before.

  Emma grabbed his hair at the back of his head and looked in his eyes. She ground against his thrusts just using her hips, and he was thrusting into her, controlled and careful.

  “That big thing’s stretchin me wide, daddy.”

  They had themselves grinding in circles now, forehead to forehead and she felt a building urgency. She lowered her eyes saw that he had buried himself to the hilt inside her. She couldn’t believe she’d taken that whole thing. It was thicker than thick. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. He had her gasping in no time.

  “Look at your hot little body,” he said. His thrusts were building and he ran his thumbs over her scrunched up nipples. Her white belly was hard and tensed, a column of muscle right up the middle, three slim folds in her at her belly button. The wet sounds of their squishing sexes got quicker and quicker. Then he just stopped, right when she had a grip on her pleasure.

  “Aw, baby,” she said. Her head lolled back, “You cain’t stop like that.”

  He pushed one leg over the other twisting her hips to the side but keeping her on her back. He raised himself up over her, and used his thumb to push his cock back inside her. Her legs were together, her knees drawn up to her waist and on the chair. It had her wet, furrowed mound scrunched together.

  “Ow, baby,” she squeaked as he split her wide, getting his thick thing inside her again. He went at her like a machine and it took a long while for it to feel good again. Then, as it did, he pulled it out again.

  “Aw, sugar. You had me...”

  He got her up on her knees facing away from him with her elbows on the soft upholstered back of the chair. He forced it into her and she bit her lips, snorted out her nose. He fucked her hard from behind and she let out a long moan as he did it. She stared at the faint hexagonal pattern of the fabric, blue on blue velour.

  “Ah,” she gasped out when it hurt. She couldn’t get a groove going bent like this, so she just kept her legs apart and let him ram himself inside her. She could feel his large, hairy balls brushing the sensitive parts on the inside of her thighs. She concentrated on that. He slapped her ass hard, on the right side, and it made her clench up on him. He growled behind her and did it again. Slapped her harder and she couldn’t help it, she squeezed his big thing with her insides and it hurt her to do it. He roared out behind her and she could feel his weight slump onto her.

  “Oh, wait...” he panted in her ear. He turned her around to face him—he was lusty and half-lidded. She slumped down so he could do it again from the front where it had felt the best. He made way for her to get ready, then he pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor.

  “Wait, Jamie—”

  He jerked himself right over her and she recoiled. His face contorted and he let out a low howl as a long, thick stream of his seed squirted out of him and onto her breasts.

  “Rah, raah,” he kept sounding it as he stroked it over her. His own hand just barely made it around. He shot stream after stream across her, and she twisted her head left and right but it was getting her face. She had herself scrunched up, her lips sucked in and her ey
es clamped shut, holding her breath. She could feel his stuff getting into her hair. She put her hands up between them to block it and she felt the hot drops splashing on her palms.

  “Oh...all right now...hey...” she said as it abated. She squinted her eyes and peered through her hands, saw him squeezing his big thing hard, strangling the last of his stuff out of him and onto her belly.

  She was frozen in place, afraid to move, and covered in his seed which had turned very cold, very quickly.

  “Baby, I’m going to need a towel,” she said, doing her best not to freak out. “Baby, now, please...”

  He had his hot, fat thing on her belly smearing it through the mess he’d made on her. She was on the edge of a panic attack.

  “Okay, Jamie, please...”

  He slumped and sat next to her. Threw his grey T-shirt she’d been wearing onto her lap. He looked like he could fall asleep.

  She took his shirt and sopped up all his stuff running off her. She ran the shirt in circles fighting the urge to retch. She could feel some of it running, watery, down her sides and she jumped up. She threw his shirt over his manhood.

  “Bathroom’s this way?” She pointed at a narrow dark hall next to the bedroom door.

  He nodded and wiped at himself. She was gone, skipping down that hall and into a little powder room. Grabbed a towel he had there, just a ratty old beach towel, not some clean proper thing you should have in a bathroom. She bent over with her head right down and she shook the towel through her hair. Pulling it through strand by strand trying to pull out anything that might be in there. She shook her hair out and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw her reflection and looked away as fast as she could. She went over her body again with the towel.

  When Emma came back out of the bathroom she heard someone clicking through the menus of the Xbox. Jamie was lying naked on the sofa with his controller, looking through Netflix.

  “You okay?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. She felt too bare walking through the room in the daylight like that even though they had just been intimate. She went to the couch with her hands between her thighs covering herself up.

  She sat at his feet, then squirmed her way up him. He lifted his arms, still working the controller and she got herself under, her head laying on his chest.

  He didn’t say anything just put on a movie, some comedy. She smiled big laying there watching TV with him. Full circle. Here she was back at the beginning, watching a comedy on the couch with her head on a boy’s chest. Only this boy’s penis was bare right in front of her and it was tremendous. This boy had no worry about his size. It was thicker than the middle of her forearm when it was hard, and laying across his belly right now, soft as could be, the sight of it gave her a little tingle down below. She wondered if there’d be a naked man in this comedy—would anybody say a thing today?

  She fell asleep like that, the both of them naked in the late afternoon on the couch with the drapes open. She dreamed bad things; about being hated, about repentance and sin, and being judged.

  When she woke up Jamie was playing his game again with the sound turned down low.

  “Boy, I was tired,” she said to him quietly. She looked out the window, the sky still big and blue but the colour getting deeper; it was getting to be late, afternoon turning to evening. She could see the tops of trees out there, the sun coming on them orange and low.

  She ran her hand down Jamie’s belly down to his fat, wrinkled penis laying up on his belly pointing towards his hip. She put her hands on his balls, she couldn’t even close her hand around them. She played with him a while and Jamie played his game. She watched the clouds out there move across the sky. She’d got him a little hard, not enough to penetrate but enough that it felt fun to play with it.

  “You been looking out that window like you think he might come through it.”

  “My husband’s a dangerous man. He might have the tiniest little pecker you ever seen, but he’s a mean one.”

  “Well, I ain’t afraid of him.”

  “You aren’t?”

  “No.”

  “Maybe you should be.”

  “You don’t think I can protect you?” he asked her, pausing the game and looking at her.

  “Maybe you can knock him out with this big weapon of yours.” She said it while she watched his penis in her hand. She was stroking him. Even only kind of hard he was a real handful. Her fingers almost coming together but bunching up so much skin they wouldn't touch. From this angle looking down on it the tip didn’t seem so small.

  She stroked him now, trying to get him hard. She went up and down on it, she squeezed his big balls. A clear stream poured from him and she used it to stroke his tip til he was rock hard again. She straddled him and leaned to the table at the string of condoms there and pulled one off. She tore it open and put it on him. She struggled with it, trying to get it over the end but it kept squirming away from her.

  “My word,” she laughed. She got it then, and pushed it right down. She squirted some lube over the end of him then put it in her folds. He was looking up at her, watching her work. When she got it in, he ran his hands up her and cupped her breasts.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said.

  She held his wrists and worked his thing into her. It wasn’t as painful now and she was able to get him right inside of her in one go.

  “Awh,” she gasped. She turned and watched out the window as she worked him slowly, just grinding her hips on him. She got it where she wanted it and she rode him like that. If he moved she’d tell him to stay still. She rode him a long time, a steady urgent pace, not quick and frenzied just deliberate and purposeful. He watched her through half open eyes, his hands fumbling with her swollen nipples. She got them both sweaty and they made the room a little humid. Both of them were breathing heavy.

  She held his hands against her breasts, arched her back and got him in deeper at a new angle. She gasped out. She bit her lip and watched the sky out the window again. She rode him in circles, doing all the work.

  “I keep worrying he’s gon come knock on that door.”

  “You’re safe here.”

  “He’s mean and he’s strong.”

  “I’ll protect you, don’t you worry.”

  She bent forward over him, put her hands on either side of his head. Her hair fell around his face and her titties jiggled, hanging down, her nipples raspberry red and erect.

  “I once saw him choke a man to death right in front of me.”

  “What?”

  “He was messin with me, and my husband killed him.”

  “I’m always strapped.”

  “You are?”

  He cocked his thumb back like it was a pistol and he slid it in the sweat between her breasts. He said, “I’ll shoot him right in the heart I see him,” and he fired his finger, his thumb coming down and she felt like she had a jolt through her.

  “You’d do that for me?” she picked up her pace, her hips thrusting on him hard now.

  “Don’t you fear.”

  “Ah,” she cried out, “Ah, you’d kill him for me?”

  “He tried to hurt you...I would...”

  “Ah, baby, ah...” she felt it coming finally. She fucked him hard, trying to get every bit of him inside her. The couch was squeaking and the back was bumping on the wall. She went faster and faster, she could hear the springs under them crying out. She squeaked with them, drowned them out. Her face twisted and her mouth came open and she squeezed his fat cock as hard as she could with her insides. He groaned under her and it made him flex it inside her. She could feel every wrinkle in it right through the tight rubber. She stopped moving and shuddered, her hands held his and she was shaking them as she came. She collapsed on him, face down into his neck.

  When she’d rode that hurricane out to the end, when it subsided and her face fell forward into his beard, right at that moment on cue the front door exploded off its hinges.

  15

 
Troy loomed in the doorway. He was a huge black angry shape, the bright blue sky behind him. The screen door had been pulled off, the wooden one shattered in the living room. One determined piece of door still stuck there in the jamb hanging from a twisted brass hinge.

  “Did you just have sex with my wife?” he boomed.

  “Oh no, it’s my husband,” Emma yelled and covered her breasts with her hands. Jamie was underneath her, still inside her, and she kept him pinned there. He struggled to get up, finally tipping her off and she got a foot out on the floor to stop herself from falling.

  Jamie tumbled off the couch naked and tried to get upright, but it was too late. Troy was already on him, grabbing his neck with one hand and throwing him over the back of the big upholstered chair they’d had sex on a few hours ago. He went over it, tipping the chair back with him. He ended up on his head, upside down against the wall. He was dazed a moment, bent over like that with his knees up around his ears. They could see his anus and his big balls hung down over his erection still in the condom.

  Emma was standing on the couch covering herself and screaming, making things worse. From up there, she saw it first—when he’d gone over the chair, the cushions had come off it and laying there by Jamie was a nickel revolver. It had been hidden under the cushions.

  She jumped over the end table and landed next to Jamie. She scrambled on her hands and knees to get to it. Troy stood waiting, unaware, he was just wanting this guy to get up again so he could knock him down or throw him.

  “No, no, no, oh no...” she said and she stretched for it, got her hand on the grip, Jamie’s hand wrapping over top of hers.

  Troy came forward, hunched over, ready to rumble.

  “He’s got a gun, Troy!”

  Troy froze. He watched his pale little wife wrestling naked on the floor with a man with an erection. He clasped the sides of his face and yelled out her name, frantic. “Emma!”