From Big Cocks to Small Delights: My Unlikely Journey to Discovering the Pleasure of Petite Penetration

Nice Little Surprises

I am Sharon, and this is the story of how I made a sudden unexplainable turnaround from being a confirmed lover of big cocks to going after a smaller one after accidentally viewing it, and being totally surprised and satisfied.

I am a buxom thirty eight year old woman of mixed black and Portuguese descent. Here in my Caribbean country we view the descendants of nineteenth century indentured laborers from Portugal, as a race different to white/European. I stand a shapely five feet ten barefooted, with watery hazel eyes, full pouty lips and long, black almost straight hair reaching past my shoulders. My boobs are big, my ass is big, my thighs and hips full and firm, and my pussy mound the size of a hamburger bun.

I have been sexually active since high school days, with a moderate tally, by today’s standards, of nine men. By some strange coincidence, all my lovers so far boasted huge dicks, ranging between a stout eight to a baton like twelve inches. My present husband, I’ve been twice married, fetches a massive tenner. It was a tenner incidentally, that first pried open my virgin pussy leaving me forever hooked on big, scoffing at the thought of anything small sliding into my ever horny tunnel. I simply love the feel of big; of being opened up under pressure, of being stretched and bruised and made to squirm. I love having to bite my lips and dig my heels into the bed to brace myself for the forced entry. I love having to grasp at my man’s hips to control the onslaught, and I enjoy the feeling of wanting to escape, yet wanting to stay. Yes, I love some pain; not too much though.

It was a blistering hot mid-afternoon, and I had just got out of bed, sweat drenched and a bit flushed from a steamy dream during a doze that I’d fallen into while watching soap on TV. My bedroom fan had broken down two days ago. I peeled off the damp blouse and bra, and slipped out of the short denim skirt. Wearing only a thong, I walked out of my bedroom and headed straight for the tiny upstairs living room which was free of direct sun at that time of day. I pulled aside the glass sliding door and was nicely greeted with a strong gust of fresh wind. I started to step out into the little verandah, forgetting for a moment that I was almost naked. I quickly pulled back inside and sat down in recline on a nearby sofa, my head on the arm, one leg on the floor and the other one leaning against the back rest of the sofa, allowing the cool wind to have its way on my welcoming body.
As I sat there still a bit groggy, I could feel the refreshing wind brushing against my fat pussy lips that were bisected by the thong crotch and on impulse let my hand drift down to cup and squeeze the sweetly titillated area tenderly, as I fished in my mind for some illicit images to help me on the intended journey. I have never been physically unfaithful to any of my husbands, but do from time to time when pleasuring myself, indulge in a little fantasy. It never takes much to stir me up sexually, and for some reason whenever I’m at home, I always feel the horniest during the midmorning or midafternoon hours. So, with the wind blowing against my almost completely exposed pussy the thong stuck snugly in the crease, and still feeling a glow from the dream, I decided to let myself go.

Pulling the thong out and away from my clean shaven pussy, I wet my fingers with saliva and made long, soft strokes over my clit bringing it quickly to attention as it filled with hot blood. I brought a hand up to one of my big boobs and grabbing as much as I could knead it vigorously. As I worked the tip of my clit I could feel cunt juices springing and welling up inside. I moved my head down the arm of the sofa and lay flat on my back throwing one leg up and over the back rest. Positioning one huge breast in the crook of my elbow I brought it forward to my mouth and began licking it. The inch long nipple tingled nicely and I pierced the now soaked cunt with a couple of fingers, moving them in and out rapidly as I bounced on my fat booty by contracting and relaxing the muscles. And then I heard the loud voice calling out from the direction of my gate. I disregarded it, reluctant to stop what I was doing. I hoped whoever it was would suppose that no one was at a home and go away. But that didn’t happen; the obviously young male voice continued to call out. I was pissed as I stopped my finger fucking and got up.

I walked around the sofa and with quick steps fuelled by annoyance, headed for a widow.

“Who is it?” I asked a bit angrily while pulling aside the blind, careful to keep my boobs covered.

I looked out and saw the smiling brown face of a short, slightly built teenager. He had in his hand a long stout piece of wire curved at

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