Size Difference Kink Novels & Stories

she asked timidly. Karen pulled up, "No, I just wanted to show you this nice cock. Isn't it delicious? Look how thick it is. How big are you Jack?" "Uhmmm, I'm not sure..." I dissembled. "Bullshit. Like you haven't measured that thing a hundred times." She was stroking me firmly, pulling me up to my fullest length. "How big?" "Well, normally just a little more than seven inches. But the size varies by the occasion."

Aynsley said, a bit defensively. "Well how big?!" Kendal asked, bouncing on the bed with anticipation. "I once took an 8 inch dick in my pussy. I took a 7 inch cock in my ass one time. I felt like that one was going to split me in half but it was amazing," she explained. She felt her asshole tingle even as she explained it. Suddenly she felt a bit nervous and looked at the clock. It was getting late. "You mean I am way bigger?" Kendal asked, feeling excited now.

I whispered. Without waiting for his reply, I got on my knees in front of him and looked up at him, waiting for him to take the hint. He undid his belt buckle and pulled down his boxers and pants in one swoop, revealing a rock-hard cock of adequate length and girth. My mates had the same length. It was surreal, but they did. The only difference was their sizes. Mitch was bigger, followed by Miles. Mike has just the right size. I heard groans and turned. Miles and Mitch had their right palms wrapped around their cocks, stroking them as they watched us.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

His hand slid to the back of my head, fisting a handful of my hair in his hand, "You will want this... Especially after tonight." Mathematics had never been my strong suit, yet here I was, becoming an expert in mental measurements. I was involuntarily applying what little I knew to measure the size of a man's cock. This thing had to be pushing well beyond nine inches—closer to an unholy landmark. And the girth? It was enough to split any woman in half. But then my gaze caught something else—a detail that sent shockwaves through my body. Beside the base of his length, inked boldly into the firm canvas of his skin, was my name. Kasmine.

It’s easily an inch thick. He hooks his thumbs inside the circle and pulls, testing the resistance. The material barely gives. It looks brutally restrictive. He holds it up. Not to ask my opinion. He just looks at the ring, looks over at my crotch, and does the math. "Size?" the clerk asks. Kir doesn't consult me. He gives the clerk a measurement in millimeters. His tone is completely absolute. I shift my weight. I cross my arms to hide the fact that I’m suddenly sweating.

Tyrone unzipped his pants, and Sarah's eyes went wide. Thirteen and a half inches sprang free....thick, dark, veined, the head already glistening. It was the size of her forearm, and Sarah couldn't imagine how it would fit inside her. Jamal stood next, revealing his own impressive thirteen inches, slightly less thick but just as intimidating. Marcus was last, and while his twelve inches was the "smallest," it was so thick Sarah wasn't sure which would be harder to take.

It will not. Viktor is bigger than Maksim. Fuck why am I even comparing? Maksim cannot hold a candle to his size. “It's called a dick, not a thing. Have some respect and don't tell me you are backing out?” I gulp and I suddenly begin to sweat. I'm not backing out, but he's too big. He should be about 8 inches long and the way he's so hard terrifies me. He's so thick and I don't think that I will be able to take him.

"That's the way we like it. You're small enough to fit perfectly between us." Kevin pulled his wife to him, cradling her to his chest. He was a grand total of 5'11", maybe hitting the 6-foot mark. His gorgeous wife was no more than 5'6", and he was very right that I would fit perfectly between them. The vision alone made it worth the comments about me being Tinker Bell. -

The heat of the fire felt good along his shaft, and he spit into his hand, rubbing his dick gently. "Husband get nice and hard for Tink," the goblin commanded. Both hands moved now beneath her skirt, occasionally sliding down her thighs and leaving long, wet streaks. "Husband keep doing that. Tink likes to watch." "You like seeing this?" Mike asked her, stroking himself casually. His swollen cock was large, nearly eight inches in length. Although he was endowed with such a large member, it had gone largely unused for most of his life, the artifact of a terrible childhood. Now, with nymph magic surging through his blood, getting hard was easy. Mike got on his knees in front of Tink, tugging b