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This all started when we went to see the movie Boogie Nights in the late 1990s. There’s a scene at the end where the super-hung porn star hero unzips in front of a mirror and hauls out his enormous cock for all to see. For days afterward, my girlfriend Laura could not stop talking about that scene. She obsessed over it constantly, asking questions like: “Do you think it was real, or did they use a prosthetic?” “Are ones in real life that big?” “Did you ever know anyone with one that big?” On and on with queries and comments. For no reason, she’d compulsively shoehorn Dirk Diggler’s big cock into totally unrelated conversations. I was shocked because Laura did not strike me as the type of woman to have such a keen interest in cock size. She dressed and acted conservatively. She was raised a strict Catholic and still went to church. She didn’t even swear. And our sex life to that point had been vanilla and unadventurous. Where were these obsessive questions coming from? Dick size being a sensitive topic, and our relationship being new, at first I danced around the subject. But finally I just blurted out the obvious: “Of course penises can be that big. Haven’t you ever seen a porno movie?” Surprisingly for a woman in her late 20s, she had not, which was rare even in the days before ubiquitous internet porn.So I took a risk and rented a size-themed video (Chasing the Big Ones), unsure how she would react. Lucky for me, the movie kaçak iddaa gripped her attention like a magnet. The way her eyes widened and her gaze stayed glued to the screen, I could tell those mammoth cocks touched something deep within her psyche. In those days, Laura’s look was girl-next-door: Blonde, blue-eyed, with alabaster white skin, she was tall, 5’10”, towering over me in heels. Her physique was model-like: a narrow torso and long limbs. But she wasn’t skinny. She was voluptuous, with lush flaring hips and a waspish waist. Large, hyper-sensitive nipples capped her medium-sized tits. As we watched the video, I reached over and stroked her clit. It seemed ready to burst, like a tiny overfilled water balloon, more stiff and prominent than I’d ever felt it. When I jiggled it just a little, she came instantly. The orgasm was so intense her pussy squirted. I could actually feel the labial flaps spread open beneath my fingers as her juices streamed onto the sheets. She’d never done that before.That’s when I knew my girlfriend was a bonafide Size Queen. Not that I minded. In fact, if anything, I welcomed it. I’d been starting to worry Laura was too sexually uptight for me. This kinky size fetish might liven things up, I thought. And I wasn’t intimidated either, although only averagely hung myself (5.5 inches). Maybe this is an example of the delusional overconfidence of young men, but I felt I had other strengths: I kaçak bahis could get rock hard anytime, anyplace, had boundless stamina, and could climax at will. Plus I could cum five or six times a day. Around the same time, I noticed something else about Laura: her attraction to black guys. When a handsome black actor or celebrity would appear on TV, she’d make approving comments. Or, watching a football game, she might remark on the tightness of a black player’s pants. Observations like that happened enough for me to notice. Again, surprising in someone so prim and proper, but by no means a dealbreaker. I’m no racist and didn’t feel threatened by a girlfriend with interracial fantasies—a trait I knew many white women shared anyway. Looking back, that’s where another man probably would’ve left well enough alone. And probably where I should’ve too. But I’m drawn to risk like a gnat to a porch light. So, on our second Valentine’s Day together, I gifted her a video staring the enormously hung African American porn actor Lexington Steele, along with a 10-inch black dildo. At first, she laughed them off as joke gifts. When I pled sincerity, she flat-out refused even to consider taking such a huge cock in her vagina, afraid it would permanently damage her pussy’s tensile strength. But after a fancy, champagne-soaked dinner relaxed her defenses, she agreed at least to watch the movie. In her bedroom, scenes of white women climaxing illegal bahis on Lexington’s monster cock further lowered her inhibitions. The physical signs were there: her eyes turned glassy, her pale skin flushed, and her nipples thickened and protruded like oversized pencil erasers. I took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and firmly squeezed.“C’mon, baby, let’s try it. It’ll be your Valentine’s present to me.”She pursed her lips. “What if it’s painful?” “Then we’ll stop.” “Ugh. The things my perverted boyfriend talks me into. All right.”I took a tube of Astroglide and applied a dollop to the onyx head of the dildo, then slathered its 10-inch length. “Slowly now. Be gentle,” she said nervously, lying back, eyes shut. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, I aimed the huge black shaft at her vulva. Pushing it forward, I met resistance.I warned, “I’m gonna apply more pressure.” With a bit more force, the slick head strained against her opening, the shaft began to buckle, but then popped into her pussy quickly, followed by an inch or two of length. “Ow, ow. Okay, okay, okay.” Her eyes squeezed shut, palms lifted in a “stop” motion. “You all right?”“No, wait. I think so. God that thing is huge. It feels like a soup can in there.”We stayed still for a moment as she adapted to the wide girth.“I’m gonna move it just a bit, okay?“Okay, a little. Slowly.”I carefully slid the dildo an inch back and forth. “How does that feel?”“Mm. Yes. Okay.”After about a dozen one-inch strokes, I advanced to a two-inch, slightly faster. I could sense her nervousness fading, the vaginal passageway begin to welcome the massive black invader.

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