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K R I S T E N' S
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see in me?"
Can you imagine Mary saying that to you, wimp? Oh God, I
almost hurt myself, I laughed so hard as I typed that
question just now. Anyway, I kissed Mary again and said,
"What I see in you is a beautiful, intelligent, soulful
woman who has never been loved as she deserves."
She kissed me, very passionately this time. Then, more
intensely than you can imagine, wimp:
"Oh, Harry, how I wish I had met you five years ago. But
I'm married."
"And does that matter so very much," I asked.
She sobbed, and responded emphatically, "Yes. Yes."
After a pause, she continued. "I admit my husband has
never made me feel as I feel right now. Never, not even
remotely. He never has and he never could. He's not in
your league as a man, Harry. Just an ordinary guy. But
he's been good to me over the years. A provider. As
much as he could be, at least. And loving and
considerate. And faithful. I couldn't cheat on him. I
just couldn't. It would be wrong. And it would crush
him."
All the while, she was sobbing hard. When she had calmed
down, I kissed her again. Her desire was transparent.
In her own mind, she was absolutely determined not to
give me anything more than kisses. But I knew that
seducing her from here would be child's play.
"Mary," I said quietly, "does your husband satisfy you?"
Do you think that was a low blow, wimp? Does the mere
thought of that question being put to your beautiful wife
turn your stomach? Give her credit, she tried valiantly
to defend you. She was obviously trying to hold back
tears and, after a long pause, she said, trying
pathetically to be casual, "Oh, yes, we make love twice a
month. And we DO love each other."
I let out a loud laugh, wimp, I just couldn't help it.
"Mary," I said, " if I were married to you and didn't
fuck you more than twice in a single DAY, you could
figure there must be something wrong with me. Only twice
a month! Imagine letting a beautiful sensuous woman like
you go with so little attention, so little satisfaction.
It's a crime."
With that, I gave her another very long, very
affectionate kiss. Her cheeks were streaked with tears,
but soft and beautiful as I stroked them gently with my
fingers. We continued to kiss and I gently stroked her
glossy brown hair, then her back. She was partly on my
lap, now, and I was able to move my hand down to her
fabulous ass cheeks. At the same time, her hands were
busy on my body. As had always been the case before, she
considering the only other naked male she'd ever seen was
you, wimp.
Usually, I like to let a woman first see my dick when it
is soft and at its smallest. Even then, it's likely to
be bigger than any hard-on she's ever seen, and she can
get even more amazed when she sees it grow. It's a
pleasant reaction to watch. But I was so aroused by your
wife's beauty and from watching her resolve to remain
faithful dissolved by the force of my sexual power, that
I was at full size.
Do you want the stats, wimp? At full size, my penis is
just over fourteen inches long. As for sickness, let's
just say I pass the beer can test (as in, thicker than a
beer can) with LOTS of room to spare. And I get hard,
wimp. Iron hard. Remember, Mary was used to your limp
dick that couldn't even pop a cherry. There wasn't the
tiniest bit of give or flexibility in the big shaft she
was staring at hungrily from a distance of only a few
inches. She could feel the radiant heat from my manhood.
She had a dazed look, as if she was in some sort of
mystical trance.
Before she knew it, her hands were all over my shaft.
Both her hands together hardly covered half the length.
And when she tried to close her hands around the base,
there were two inches between her thumb and fingertips.
How do you think we compete in the manhood department,
wimp?
"You're so much bigger than my husband," Mary said. "I
had no idea a man could be this big."
I asked her how big her husband was. Cheer up, wimp,
Mary actually tried to protect you. She said you were
about seven inches long. A couple of days and about
fifteen fucks later, she admitted that you were less than
five inches. And then, on the flight home, she told the
truth. Under four inches, and no thicker than Mary's
index finger. Wimp, you can't believe how much we
laughed together over that!
After Mary spent several minutes just trying to get used
to the size and hardness and heat of my shaft, she
noticed my testicles. "Oh, sweet Jesus," she said,
"they're enormous, too. My husband's balls are smaller
than marbles."
Would you say balls as large as the most jumbo eggs you
can get in the grocery store are enormous, wimp? Well,
mine are a bit larger than that. But maybe you still
think I'm exaggerating. Why don't you go ask Mary to
show you the photographs of me standing in the nude? Go
ahead, right now!..
Even more downcast, wimp?
that I don't exaggerate?
But maybe you are unhappy
you saw the picture of my
She had never had an orgasm like that, and was out of
breath. But I didn't give her any rest. I just kept on
pushing forward, slowly and inexorably into that divine
love channel of hers. But what would you know about it,
having barely been able to touch the walls of the
entrance with your shrimpdick? So I'll tell you, wimp.
Deep inside, Mary's cunt is wet. And it's soft. And it
has a million little places that rub a big cock like mine
in wonderful little ways. And it's tight. No, it
wouldn't be tight for you, wimp, no cunt could be that
tight. But as I pushed in, her beautiful cunt grabbed my
penis as if it was holding on for dear life.
Inch by inch, I entered your wife. Six inches. Eight
inches. Ten. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she started
yelling. She was going crazy, and then she came again.
I felt her cunt walls clutching my hard dick, and her
newly secreted cum juices sloshed around, providing more
lubrication.
On I pushed. Twelve inches, thirteen. There was about
an inch to go, when I felt my hard tip pressing against
her cervix. I had hit bottom, wimp. Mary's told me how
you can't impregnate her because your sperm count is too
low, so that the two of you long ago gave up on the
possibility of a child. You won't have to worry about
that any more, wimp. Here I was, pressed right up
against her very womb. And I pushed again, stretching
her cervix to the limit. I was in all the way, my own
thick, black pubic hair mashed against her beautiful,
dark brown curls. Her cunt was stretched and stuffed to
its absolute limit in every dimension.
Then I started pumping her. Slowly at first, then very
gradually with faster in-and-out strokes. She had
another hard orgasm, much stronger than the ones before.
And another. They started coming closer together. I
lost count around nine or ten, but soon after that they
became impossible to count anyway. Her orgasms were
overlapping and had become continuous. To tell you the
truth, wimp, I frequently get women to that state of
continuous orgasm and it's something to behold. But I've
seen very few women get as passionate as Mary did. There
was a huge voltage of electricity running continuously
through her body, emanating out from her fiery cunt.
When I started stroking her she was speaking. Nothing
much, just "fuck me, fuck me," and "yes, yes, yes," and
that kind of thing. But the words gradually got
incoherent and then, when her orgasms became continuous,
the sounds converted into a steady, low moan.
I was pumping away, loving it as much as I'd ever loved
fucking a woman. And I really do love fucking women.
But your wife was too much, wimp. Usually, my first time
fucking a woman, I go forty minutes or an hour. (Mary
tells me that on those rare occasions when you can get it
up enough to penetrate her at all, you never last more
than half a minute, wimp.) It was only about twenty-five
minutes after starting to fuck Mary that I knew I wasn't
"What would your husband say now?" I asked her, while the
maids were doing their quiet cleaning of our bodies.
"I don't care, Harry," she said. She gave me a warm
smile, a smile of radiant contentment. "I don't care at
all. I can only feel pity for him now. He does the best
he can, but he's not a man. I know that now."
She was quiet for a while and then continued, "Harry, I
know it's foolish to say this. But I'm in love with you.
And I'm in love with your wonderful manhood."
She held it. She was looking at it, not at me. "Harry,
for the first time in my life, I know what it is to be a
woman and what it is to be with a man."
She went on for quite some time, talking quietly and
deliberately about how she loved me, about how she adored
my penis, about how she was my woman forever and no
matter what, about how there wasn't anything she wouldn't
do for me.
You'll never know, wimp, how sweet it is to be able to
fuck a woman into a state where she will talk to you like
that. I've heard it a thousand times. Believe me, wimp,
I don't exaggerate and I'm understating it here. I've
heard words like those a thousand times. And I'll never
get tired of it.
Mary was still talking. "Harry, I've never felt anything
comparable to the way you've made me feel. I swear, I'll
do anything you want me to do. Tell me to become a
whore, and I'll do it. Tell me to be your lowest
servant, to serve you and your other women. Tell me to
be your toilet slave, like these women here. Tell me to
cut my husband's balls off. Whatever you tell me to do,
I will do. But please, please let me be your woman."
Yes, you read right, wimp. Mary, your faithful wife
Mary, actually said she'd cut your balls off if I asked
her to, as long as I promise to go on fucking her.
Fortunately for you, I'm not into violence. But causing
maximum humiliation for the husbands of my women, the
husbands of the women who had been completely faithful to
those husbands before I seduced them.. That's something I
can take pleasure in, and I'll have no compunctions about
enlisting Mary's assistance.
Do you doubt that Mary said she'd cut your balls off, if
I asked her to? Do you doubt that she meant it and would
do it in five seconds if I gave the word? Do you want to
ask her? No? I see, you now recognize that every word
in this letter is the truth. Good. For the first time
in your life, you are starting to learn something.
We fucked pretty continuously for the next three days,
with only a little time off for an occasional meal and a
drive around parts of the estate she hadn't seen. I
offered to show her more of Italy, but she said she
preferred to fuck me. I didn't keep score, but I