I jeered, "Look man, I've got a big fat cock and girls love it. I've never heard of this kind of 'problem', and I think you're full of shit. You proba...ly got a small one and are just rattling off this fantasy because you're so loaded."Surprisingly, he didn't get pissed at my accusation at all. He just said "I wish I was bullshitting you. I'd love to have just an averaged sized cock." "Okay buddy", I said, humoring him, "what are you packing 12?" No", he said, "it's not the length that's the. As soon as he made the first push, I started biting his lips and tongue as he had kept my mouth locked with his. Then he gave the push gradually and it was hurting like crazy. But that ecstasy of me having sex with the dream guy made me forget all the pain. I guess my vagina walls were very tight, as he stopped midway and applied some cream to make it lubricate. He was very sweet enough to make me feel comfortable. But I was scared as we were not using any protection. I took the risk as I was. "My distraught mother, looking toward the back door and seeing all the people, put one hand to her cheek and moaned, "Oh, lord, they'll all see my house in such a mess!"They entered noisily, all the women moaning and wailing and my Aunt Frances swooning into a chair. Soon the place was so full, no one could walk. Aunt Frances' husband, my Uncle Johnny, coolly and sanely brought the crowd to attention. "You all remember why we're here," he said, gesturing toward me with his hat. "We gonna take. Such beautiful curves! I caressed her thigh for a little bit, then her belly and her bottom. I heard her breathing harder through her nose, and I smiled at her fear, discomfort, and vulnerability. I debated cutting her panties off or pulling them down. Cutting them off would give me a thrill, and easier access quicker. On the other hand, they might be more useful intact in the future. I decided to go for the thrill, and opened my pocketknife with a *snick*. She recognized the sound and started.