[MF] Here's one for the small fries. | 2016

My description:

I know you perverts (I'm one too, no judgment) are wondering.. so here's me: I'm not "hot", or at least I don't think so. Dudes have told me I'm pretty, girls I've been friends with (and those I have been more than friends with) have told me that I have unfair eyes. I'm heavy for my height - probably 10-15 lbs. overweight. I'm pretty lazy about it, because I can be. I have had standard-deviation-breaking bras since 13; getting guys in bed hasn't been hard except times when I get picky. Hips are clearly meant for baby making.. thanks, Mom.

I'm a self-proclaimed size queen, but I will quote something I've posted here before:

For a sake I wholeheartedly believe in, I have to make the following statement: If you are a guy reading this, I want you to be comfortable with your cock. Your size is your size, and you should be proud of it no matter what. Seriously. 99% of girls don't care how large your cock is. If it's actually that small, still don't worry! I am infatuated with large cocks, and even after an 8" thick one I have had some pussy-shattering sex with dudes that were well below average. And dudes are so disillusioned with how big their cocks are in general. If you're 5"+ you have literally everything to be proud of, because likely scenario is you're more than satisfying her in the size department. Please trust me on this. If you are still self-conscious or doubtful about your size, then rest assured that toys and other methods of satisfying her in that way more than suffice. In the end, the sexiest thing perceivable is confidence. I have had dudes with literal 'cunt destroyers' be embarrassingly terrible in bed due to self esteem issues. I actually ended up calling a fuck buddy with a small dick one of those nights to come take me like a real man. If you feel sexy, then you are sexy. Period.

Here's the story about the booty call I made to my buddy with a small one:

Ben has been my friend with (great) benefits for a long time. We met in college, but we didn't sleep together until the tail end of our scholastic careers. He's not particularly muscular, but he's slim and clearly works out regularly. He's not like drop-your-panties hot, but he's pretty cute. His sense of fashion is extremely boring: work boots, jeans, and a solid color t-shirt.. every.. damn.. day. In colder weather he wears this (actually pretty tasteful) leather jacket. He's a mechanic now, and he fixes up old timers for some side cash that Uncle Sam doesn't have to know about. He does well for himself, but he's certainly not rich by any general use of the term. It's not that he doesn't care for the opinions of others - he certainly considers them, but he's just confident in who he is and what he's about. He made it clear pretty soon into our friendship that he was sexually interested in me, but I rejected all of his advances.

After a couple of years of friendship and sexual rejection, I proposed a go at sex when I was bored and horny one time. He was clear about his interest in sharing a bed with me the whole time we were friends, but he wasn't pushy about it, he didn't try to hook up with me when I was drunk (in fact he rejected me once when I was hammered and hitting on him), he didn't incessantly ask me on dates, and he didn't obsessively linger in my presence. He was just a friend who came around to hang out when there was actually something to do, threw jabs and jokes about wanting to sleep with me here and there, was there for me if I needed a favor, and just genuinely was a friendly guy. He was like that to everyone else, too. He dated other girls, and he would frequently ask me advice about them. When it happened we had already graduated, but we hadn't left campus yet. Most people were gone already on the afternoon I was inexplicably horny and hanging out with Ben in my now empty house. My roommates had all moved out already, but I wanted to hang on to college for as long as I could (plus the month wasn't ending for another 10 days.. I'm getting the most out of my rent, dammit!). We were just hanging out as usual when I straight up asked him if he wanted to fuck because I was bored. I had to explain that it wouldn't mean anything, and we had a little conversation about feelings. Once the emotional boundaries were established, he went in for the move. He was really certain about it, and that bravery would carry itself into the naked part. I was admittedly a little disappointed when I pulled down his pants, but his calm confidence and generally cool demeanor translated into leg-trembling, moaning uncontrollably, I-don't-even-smoke-but-hand-me-a-god-damn-cigarette, incredible sex. It's odd that I never fell in love with him, but I guess it just wasn't meant to be. He lives very close to my home town (somehow did not go to the same high school), so whenever I come back to visit there's a certain text I send to him to let him know I'm in town.

Fast forward a couple of years later. He and I were out at a bar drinking in my home town when a very good-looking guy with a great body came up to me. He was clumsy but charming, and I fell for his spell pretty quickly. Ben bid me farewell, and I hopped into this guy's car to go home with him. I don't know what changed, but he was being pretty silent in the car ride home. I didn't know what had made him so suddenly nervous, so I thought I would ease the tension by easing his tension. I started to rub my hand up and down his thigh, and his breathing became audible. I eventually reached his shaft, and it was soft but still enormous. Fucking. Score. I asked him to slow down his driving while I undid his pants, and he silently slowed the car down and moved into the right lane. I reached in and pulled out this monster that somehow looked bigger than I expected it to be while feeling it up. I let go of it so that I could run my hand up and down his thigh again. Just resting there his flaccid cock literally snaked along the seat between his legs; this guy was the epitome of the phrase 'hung like a horse'. I held his cock in my hand; it felt like I was holding a limp limb it was so heavy. I took the head in my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around the vertex of where his head ends and his shaft begins. I could feel it harden in my mouth; it grew thicker, straining my lips to accommodate its girth. Most guys who are so hung aren't growers, but he somehow was both. With still just the head in my mouth, my eyes were well above his belly button and close to his pecs when it stood at full hardness. I leaned back to get a good eye full of this monster, and it was awe inspiring. This phallus was massive by every woman's standard, even a size queen's. My own genitals made me aware of their arousal and anticipation, and I agreed with their sentiments. I couldn't wait to have this guy stretch me to the point of bleeding. "Keep your eyes on the road, or so help me I will get out of the car and walk myself home." He nodded, and I spared no time trying to take it in as deep as I could go. I made it about half way before my gag reflex kicked in (a gag reflex that no longer exists, by the way). He moaned loudly, and then I pulled out, exhaling and drooling all over the giant cock I just tried to deep throat. He finally spoke words. "I never thought I'd say this, but you have to put my dick away. We're pulling up."

Once inside, I sat on his couch before he offered me a drink. "You better not be offering me anything but a drink of your cum," I threatened before getting my clothes off as fast as I could. He made some very nice compliments about my breasts, and then he stripped, walked over, and put his cock between them. He pumped them well for a little bit, but then he started to go soft. I had dealt with this before, and it's really no big deal when a guy goes soft. He just must be nervous; it happens pretty often. I laid him down and went down on him for a little to get him hard again. It took a little longer than I would have liked, but it eventually returned to its immense glory. I got a condom out of my purse, but he had gone soft before I could get it out of the package. A little frustrating.. but again no big deal. "Let me know if you get close," I commanded. I took him in my mouth, and put the condom on top of the couch. I was going to blow him like I wanted him to cum in my mouth this time - though the plan was to wait until he told me he was close, pop the condom on, and then ride that horse. I used both hands, went as deep as I could, worked my tongue, played with his balls - I really put in a lot of effort. After a few minutes I didn't get a warning, but he wasn't going soft either. So I concluded that he was good to go, then grabbed the condom and began to slide it down his shaft... No good... By the time the condom was at the bottom he had already started going limp again. This was going to take dramatic measures. "Sorry.. I'm a little nervous.." No, duh.. "That's okay, big stuff. I just want to get reamed by this monster here. Are you clean?" "I showered this morning," he replied. I chuckled; I've got a soft spot for cute idiots, especially ones as hung as this guy. "Of STD's, you dope." "Oh.. I mean.. yeah if you are also." "Thank goodness. Just don't bust inside me." I combined the power of my large breasts and my mouth to get him back to his peak erect state. I was beginning to really enjoy having a small portion of him to fuck my mouth with while my breasts pleasured the rest of him. I was getting close to my own orgasm despite not touching myself when suddenly he opened his mouth, "Hey is this.. going anywhere?" The fuck did he just say? I tried to look as enticingly sexy as possible as his giant penis slid out of my mouth. I rested my chin on his hilt, grabbed the base of his cock, and put the shaft against my cheek; that shaft and head together were longer than my head! I used my unfair eyes to give him my most lustful gaze and ask in my low voice, "What do you mean, stud?" "Like.. will I see you again after tonight?" I stuck out my tongue and licked all the way up the shaft, keeping eye contact with him the whole way. At the top I responded, "Depends on how hard you fuck me." He was still hard, so now was as good a time as any. I stood up, aimed his cock, and began to lower myself. It was really thick; thank goodness I was relatively wet. I wasn't as wet as I usually am, because his insecurity wasn't really getting me going. Additionally, it had been a bit since I last had anything inside there, so I was going to be relatively tight. As a result, it wasn't entering as easily as it usually does. "So big it almost doesn't fit." I envied him right there. A pretty girl with enormous tits was complaining about how his cock was so huge that she was having trouble fitting it into her waiting pink. I've been in similar situations on the other side of it, and the result was instantaneous orgasm-on-entry every time. I finally opened up enough to receive him, and I could feel him trying to push it in almost immediately. "Careful with that horse cock, honey; I have to get used to your size first." A few up-and-downs later and he was full-on impaling me; this huge thing was finally all the way inside. I bent forward to smother him in my breasts, and then I gave him permission to begin moving. There was no gradual crescendo of speed; he just led with hastily thrusting in and out of me. Gentlemen, this is how you cause a woman more pain than pleasure.

"Slow down, big stuff I'm still sensitive. I'm trying to go more than once, so don't get me too sore to fuck you in the morning." I was trying to let him know as gently as possible about what I wanted, but he took it as a scathing review of his 30 seconds of jack hammering. "Oh, Jesus. I'm so sorry. I'm just trying to impress you." "I can tell, sweetie, and you're doing great. Just be careful with that behemoth of yours." Too late.. he had gone soft inside me. It's not a first, but alcohol is usually the issue - not insecurity. That was three strikes, the third of which was most frustrating. "Let me go to the bathroom real fast," he said. I got up off of him, and he got up off the couch. It was not a good smell lingering there... though it was hot to watch that snake flop back and forth as he went towards the restroom. I was getting pretty fed up, though, and it was getting quite late. Hopefully Ben was still awake and not with another woman. I found my clothes and donned them. By the time he returned I was fully dressed and waiting on the couch. He came over and stood in front of me with his cock enticingly close to my face; it was so long flaccid it was much more than halfway down his thighs and almost to his knees. "Fuck.. I blew it, didn't I?" I tried to be as comforting as possible. "Don't sweat it, big stuff. This thing is absolutely enormous, and I do want it." "Do you want me?" he asked. Valid question, but there was a part of me that suspected that he wouldn't be able to handle the answer. "Give me your number; we'll try again another time." My parents sometimes tell me I should have been a politician the way I can flaunt my breasts and dodge hard questions. "Can I give you a ride home?" I was so lucky he asked, and I feel bad that my answer to him was a lie. "Thank you very much. Would you please drive me to the bar actually? My car is there." My car wasn't there; I was just hoping and praying that Ben's was. I texted Ben while my failed suitor dressed himself, but I never received a response. The car ride was pretty awkward. It was hard not to pity this guy, and I felt bad for even having those thoughts. Ben's care was still there.. I started to get wet. He dropped me off at the car which was thankfully open. He gave me his number, and I kissed him farewell. I grabbed the pre-roll that I knew was in his middle compartment, double checked to make sure that the other car was gone, then exited the vehicle to go back into the bar.

Ben was still sitting in the same seat as when I had left, and he was chatting up a very good-looking woman. Sorry, hun, but I'm about to screw you out of a great lay. I stormed over to Ben who was very surprised to see me. "Hey, woah, hi. I thought you left with that other guy." "I would like to talk about exactly that actually. Sorry to interrupt, miss. Ben, can you come with me outside please?" He apologized to his new "friend" and followed me outside. I handed him the joint from his car and lit it for him; thankfully we were alone. He began inhaling and I threw my hand onto his package. "That guy was a serious disappointment, and I need to get fucked by a real man. Now. Do you have a tab?" His eyes went wide, and he began choking on the hit he was taking. "Jesus.. no. I'm all closed out." "Great. No going home; we're fucking in the car. I can barely wait for us to finish the J at all." He took a second hit. "What if I would rather go back in and take that woman home?" I knew he was fucking with me - just playing hard to get. It got me absolutely soaking; I love the thrill of the chase. "I'll fuck you right here behind the bar if I have to. Plus.. I'll let you do.. whatever.." I pulled a breast out of my dress and grabbed the joint out of his hand, "you.." I pulled the other out and then thrust his head in between them "want." I took a hit while suffocating him in my cleavage. I finally let him go when I was done inhaling, pushed him against the wall, and made out with him to exhale the hit directly into his lungs while I felt his package harden. He exhaled my hit, and then told me exactly what I wanted to hear, "Put that out, let's go." Got him >:) I did as I was told and then got into the back seat. He pushed me down and we kissed each other like sloppy teenagers. He quickly switched to making out with my neck and started to play with my exposed breasts. It wasn't long before he was pinching and twisting my nipples exactly the way I like. He undid his pants with one hand, and I slid my panties off. He didn't bother with his shirt, and I didn't bother with my dress. I began to jerk him off as his mouth moved to my other nipple. "You're so hard, Ben." "How could I not be?" Excellent question, fuck buddy.

"I want it inside me," I said. I kept stroking him.

"What?"

"I want you inside me," I begged.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." He pinched my nipple hard.

"I want you to fuck me, Ben."

"You're speaking so softly. Could you repeat that?" He found my clit and began to rub softly.

"I want you to fuck me like only a real man can." I gave his cock a squeeze, then I moved my hand down to massage his sac.

"One more time; you're still too low."

My hand went to the back of his head and pulled his hair. "Fuck me! Please!"

My arm got caught between his thigh and mine, but I paid it no mind. My clit was getting rubbed, and he just entered me. I arched my spine and moaned loudly. He pulled out and thrust back in hard. "Yes! Oh, fuck! Yes!" I started to really come up from the weed as his powerful thrusts became more and more frequent. "You're so wet. You want this so badly, don't you?" He knows exactly how to talk, and he was totally correct. I could feel my own juices start to soak my ass as he pounded into me. "Yes! Fuck me harder please!" The great thing about a guy who works out his core like Ben is that even when he's crashing into me like that, he can still fulfill that request. His forehead pressed against mine. His hand reached to slightly behind my neck under my ear. His four fingers pulled my hair lightly while his thumb caressed my cheek. The other hand firmly grabbed my ass, and he used it as leverage to keep up his power and pace. He knows just how to touch a woman; I immediately hit my climax. I screamed to notify him of my imminent orgasm. "Cum for me," he whispered. I obeyed with a lustful bellow. My legs trembled as he abruptly slowed to a stop. He pulled out and told me to squeeze my bust together. I couldn't wait for him to cover my tits, and I let him know. He satisfied my need for his cum, then he went down on me until I came all over his face.

We smoked the rest of the joint, and then he drove me home. I still turn to Ben every now and then for a real good fuck. I texted him to tell him that I was writing about him on the internet. Can't wait until he reads this. Hi Ben ;)