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Sizeable Consideration (MF, size)
by Jody - 1995
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Many women, including some professional psychologists, are fond of
saying that size doesn't matter. I'm hear to tell you that it does
matter, though perhaps not in the way you might think.
First a little about me. My name is Jody, and I am a 25 year old
graduate student at a large university. I am 5'5", weigh 115 pounds, and
have cropped black hair (some say I look like a dike). My measurements
are 35B-25-37. As you may notice, my ass is rather noticeable. I've been
told that I have an ass "that won't quit," and though I used to think it
was too big, I've learned to see that my ass is my best physical feature.
A few years ago, I learned to love my behind in ways I never thought
possible.
It wasn't until I met Steve, my current SO, though, that I even
thought about cock size at all. I met Steve during my sophomore year of
college, when I was going through a pretty promiscuous phase. I slept
with quite a few guys, but I didn't want a relationship then. I was
having too much fun exploring variety to be tied down at such a young age.
Steve was in my sociology class during the last semester of my second
year, right at the apex of my promiscuous period. It wasn't unusual, in
fact, for me to go out on two dates a weekend, and sometimes I slept with
two guys on a single weekend. I'm not proud of it, but it was an
interesting phase of my life. I don't regret it.
Steve was and is a gorgeous man: tall, thin, with long brown hair
and sensuous eyes. His Greek heritage is farely obvious when you look at
him: his skin is a beautiful olive, and his eyes have that classic
quality that makes most women swoon. Needless to say, when he walked into
the classroom that first day, I took notice. But I was a tease back then,
too, so I did my best to make it seem like I hadn't noticed him. Instead,
I made sure he noticed me as much as possible, and he did.
Two weeks into the class he asked me out on a date. I accepted and
on Friday he took me to a local restaurant where college students hung
out. The date went pretty well, but nothing sparked. After we finished
eating, we walked across campus and talked. He was an intellectual type,
which didn't do much for me at the time, and he was interesting to be
with, but I wasn't really attracted to him much beyond his drop dead
looks. The date ended with a peck on the cheek, which was a little
offensive to me, so I decided I wouldn't pursue him any further.
Apparently, he felt the same. Several weeks went by and nothing further
developed.
Then we met up again at a party, quite by accident, and talked a
little bit. Partially because I was drunk and partially because I hadn't
had sex in a couple of weeks, I found myself wondering what it would be
like to sleep with him. We wound up leaving the party together, and I
walked in the direction of a wooded area on campus where I knew people
sometimes made out. And as luck would have it, that's exactly what we
did, only not quite like I planned it.
I kissed him first and started to go for his cock, but he ended up
nudging my hand away and kissing me on the neck. In no time at all, Steve
had me breathing hard. He sure knew how to seduce a girl. Before I knew
what was happening, he had my jeans and panties around my ankles and was
giving me the best head I'd ever had. Most guys don't do it without
asking, so I was pretty shocked. But I didn't complain. It took a good
fifteen for me to come, but kept at it, doing the most wonderfully light
kissing and licking.
When he was finished, I pulled my pants up and commented that it was
my turn now, but he said that wasn't necessary and we kept walking. I was
confused by this. Most guys would never turn down a blowjob. I'm not all
that fond of giving blowjobs, though, so I didn't mind. The night ended
too soon for me. He kissed me very sexually, then left. I figured he
would want to come inside, but he didn't.
The next day, I felt pretty bad. I woke up with a hangover and hated
myself for letting myself go that far the night before. I regretted it
because I still wasn't all that attracted to Steve. Even more strange,
Steve didn't call me at all for a couple of weeks. When we saw each other
in class, he was always nice, but he acted like nothing had happened.
Finally, I cornered him after class and asked him why he was acting that
way. He said, "I thought you didn't want to see me again." And though
that was actually true, I lied. So we set up another date.
This time, Steve cooked us a wonderful pasta dinner at his place. We
killed a bottle of wine and I was feeling pretty loose, so I moved in on
him. Once again, he kept nudging my hand away whenever I tried to get
ahold of his cock. But this time, I wasn't about to let him be in
control. Finally, I simply dropped to my knees in front of him and yanked
off his pants. What I saw shocked me. I've seen a lot of cocks, but
never had I seen something quite like this. He had the smallest cock I'd
ever seen. I couldn't have been more than four inches, and he was totally
erect! He was thin too.
I didn't know what to do and didn't want to turn this into an
embarrassing situation, so I halfheartedly started to give him head. It
was the weirdest sensation. Not only was he short and thin, but his cock
curved backwards toward his belly button. Inside my mouth, it felt like
some kind of small bananna. I licked it for a little while, but I wasn't
into it at all. I think he picked up on this and somehow he managed to
lift me up to a standing position. We kissed a little, but by then I was
completely turned off and wanted to get out of there. I went to the
bathroom, and when I came back he was fully dressed again. He offered me
some more wine, but I told him I had to leave.
I was so embarrassed by the whole situation that I ended up dropping
the class before. I mean, the guy gave great head -- the best -- but his
cock made me feel like I was sucking a ten year old boy. It grossed me
out. Luckily, I didn't see him for awhile.
A couple days after I dropped the class, my friend Carla asked me if
Steve and me were dating. She was interested in him, and I told her to go
for it. This would be interesting. Carla is a big girl. Not fat, but
fleshy. She's about 5'8'' and weighs around 130. Her best feature is her
tits, which are enormous -- guys go for her because of her tits. But she
also has wide hips and a large butt. And I now know that she is also
larger than average in the pussy department. Surely, Steve would prove to
be a dud to her as well.
They dated for a couple of weeks, and she told me she couldn't
believe I wasn't still with him. "He cooks and he's a gentleman," she
said, "and he's such a great lover." I told her I just wasn't interested
in him. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Surely they had fucked
by now. She was known to be a slut in her own right. But she said
nothing about his little pud.
A year went by, and they stayed together. I was always curious, but
I never asked her about their sex life. She made references periodically
that she was getting more than her share. But I just couldn't get the image
of his little dick out of my mind. It would be another year before I
found out what was going on.