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	The Strange Tale of Betty Splitzmi (splitzmi.txt) A short tale of
two scenes about a girl I once knew. M/F, anal


		The Strange Tale of Betty Splitzmi

	There should be a better word for tight. Strangling or 
claustrophobic or tied up are closer, maybe crushing is it. 
	I struggle with that to describe the feeling of pushing my cock 
up Betty's ass the first time. I'd like to explain that I'm so enormously
endowed that it's nearly impossible to fit my humongous meat in any
woman's ass, but the truth is that I'm solidly average. I'm not even
thickly average, although I wouldn't say my dick is slender either.
	The fit here was all because of Betty. She was (and is) barely
five foot tall and a mere 79 pounds. Her ass had to be less than 18
inches across because I span that much with two hands and my little
fingers would wrap around her tiny little butt. You stick an average cock
in an ass like that and it looks like the head is a fist and your cock is
the rest of the forearm.
	I'm sure that stunning visual entered into my sensation as I
pushed against the tiny puckered hole, but it wasn't all illusion. Betty
was pushing back and I was pushing forward and we seemed to be
making progress at the rate of a tectonic plate. I was going in, but so
slightly and so slowly I didn't think it would work.
	Then, with a jerk that shook her tiny frame, something gave and
I got most of the head in that crushing grip.
	"You all right? Did that hurt?" I asked.
	"No..." she grimaced in pain, "Keep pushing.... please."
	I'll admit my relief was greater than my concern. I didn't want
to hurt her- and my cock did look impossibly large for her ass- but the
same disparity in size was feeding a nasty desire to cram her so full of
cock that it came out her mouth.
	What came out of her mouth as I pushed and drove the rest of
the head of my cock into her ass was a choking gag like when she (she,
not me) forced my cock too far down her own throat when she was
sucking me off. I only listened for a protest this time. I was still 
concerned, but even more afraid that this time she would tell me to stop.
	"Fuck me now!" she ordered desperately as I proceeded at the
same geologic pace as before.
	She wanted it. More, she sounded like she needed it and I was
making harder by being gentle. Conscience cleared by that convenient
reasoning, I put some weight behind my push.
	Crushing, strangling, tight, it was all that and more as my (by
comparison) huge cock bored passage into her tiny (by any scale) ass.
Ragged breathing was the only indication of her ordeal and I was
prepared to accept that as acceptable.
	To soothe my conscience a little, and because it was supremely
satisfying, I spent the next moments only delving the first inch of my 
cock in the tightness. Her tight little asshole jacked at the head of my 
cock like her lips when she was jacking the shaft, only tighter and 
without need of fingers to complete the thrill.
	"I want it all," she said plantively, although after a decent interval
of adjustment to my short thrusts.
	She may have wanted, but we both found out she wasn't 
prepared. I tried to extend a thrust and found myself with a whopping 
two inches lodged in her exquisitly narrow confines. The strangling,
crushing part may have passed with adjustment, but tight and
claustrophobic still held the gate to her ass too small for my thrust to
drive my size all the way into her ass.
	"Please... Get it in," she whined.
	I recognized the tone as the verge of tears. I felt very evil that I
didn't care. Who was I anyway? Why should I presume to look out for
her welfare when she said what she wanted. I wanted it too desperately
to be noble. I pushed with a heave.
	Two more heaves and she was skewered  like shish-kabob on
a cock too large. I don't know what she said, if she said anything. I
was too involved in being sheathed in what my head told me was too 
narrow an ass and magnifying the actual sensation by my vision of
impossible.
	I was in the land of myth and fable now and the two or three or
four strokes it took me to go off in Betty's ass were papered with 
images of impaled women and King Kong having his way with Faye 
Wray. As I came, I was sure my sperm would spout from Betty's
riven head.
	Now, I told you that to get to the strange tale. Betty and I 
went through the high school thing, off separate ways and promised to
never forget each other and all that. I had some luck with other women
and etc. About two years later I was home for Thanksgiving when I ran
into an old chum who invited me to a party of the old gang.
	Yes, you're way ahead of me. Betty was there and more than
that.
	"You wait until you see the Splizmi chick," my friend said.
	Of course I thought he meant she had changed radically and he
said it because he knew we were sweethearts in the day. I was wrong.
It was general amazement that prompted him.
	Cut to the chase.
	He was buff, big and black. I cringe at the racist cliche and I
wish he was white or some other color, but he was black. And, all
the same cringes, he was hugely endowed. If I'm guessing, I'm guessing
his cock was nine or ten inches long and really thick.
	If, in those years before,  my cock had looked like a fist, his
looked like a baby's head as he pushed it between Betty's cheeks.
God, I mean that. It wasn't like something so big could hit just her 
asshole. He had to work to wedge it between Betty's still tiny little
cheeks.
	Maybe you can imagine the stuff going through my head. There
was some- oh, that's what she wanted- along with- what was I? training
wheels? There was big dose of- has it come to this? And just a 
sprinkling of- why am I watching this?
	Of course that was stupid. I was (to my knowledge) the one
gawking at this obscene display that had more than a voyeuristic interest
in what was happening to Betty's ass. I could sympathize, indeed, still
feel what that constricting grip felt like wrapped around my cock.
	Admittedly, it had to be different for a cock so much larger, but
I had an idea. I also had a hard-on. I was reliving that day like we tend
to in memory. To me it had seemed like my cock was half as big as 
Betty's ass when I was pushing it into her. Now I could see the reality
of what it seemed like to me.
	That lasted for a bit. Slowly, as that huge black snake moved
into Betty's criminally stretched asshole, the illusion that it was in any
way the same slipped away. His cock was three of mine, two in width
alone. What Betty was getting that day was the real deal while I had
only furnished a pale imitation.
	Even as I was no longer getting off on it, my eyes would not
leave the scene. It was that wonderful horror of catastrophy that does
not let you look away. It was incredible and unbelievable and I had to
watch to see if that cock could possibly fit in that tiny little ass.
	In the end I think they were making more of it that there was. I
think Betty had fucked this guy lots of times and they were playing to the
perceived impossibility like side-show performers. If they were, it was
still a good act.
	Betty took it. She took it all. I would have clapped if someone
else started it. It was quite a show. I still don't understand why she
wanted to show off her ability to take a cock too huge up her ass, but
then I never understood why she wanted cocks too huge in the first
place.
	All I know was that I had a little coal of smouldering pride
remaining. I had been that big dick once. Maybe it would never be the
same after a cock like that, but once upon a time it had been my cock
and it had been just like that. Or so I imagined. It couldn't have felt
any tighter to him. 
	For me she had been so tight that I needed to find another word.
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