Size Difference Kink Novels & Stories

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

“Oh, Rin...I-I want more. Much more than this.” He growls beneath me, his red eyes blazing. He moves his tongue faster and harder, pressing against my clit with rhythmic strokes. I scream out his name as I ride the waves of pleasure he is creating until, eventually, I am shattering into oblivion. I crash into a blissful abyss as Rin catches me in his arms, but to my surprise, he doesn’t put me on the floor. Amused eyes meet mine. “Time for you to ride my dick.” My eyes widen, and I silently glance down at his cock, shocked by its mere size. There is no chance in hell I will be able to take that thing inside me—his cock was made for porn, not my tiny body!

What I wouldn’t give to flaunt this in Derrick’s face. I crawl across the bed - suppressing my amazement - and kneel in front of him, my hands slowly gliding up his thighs as I look from his dick to his eyes. “A bit smaller.” His eyebrow raises further, questioningly, but he nods in compliance. I watch in amazement as his dick starts to shrink down to 8 inches. “Little more,” I instruct. “Seriously?” he asks in surprise. “How small do you want it exactly?” “At least six inches,” I shrug nonchalantly.

His dick springs free and bobs only inches away from my watering mouth. I have never been with a man before. He is the only one I have had sexual thoughts about. I know what I like, but what is it they say, different strokes for different folks? It doesn’t help my confidence that he is fucking huge. I’m pretty sure I don’t own a hole he would fit in comfortably. Suddenly I have much admiration for the men I have seen walking away from his room with an awkward gait. “It won’t bite.” He chuckles as he wraps his hand around the four of five inches at the base. His fingers are easily an inch away from meeting, and there are still a good eight inches left for me to play with.

"Lean forward baby. As far as you can." I do as I'm told, using his knees as stabilizers. His hand skims down my body. Feeling the sweaty dew, "good girl. Now tell me again, baby. Tell me you want me to consume you. Fill you like you've never been filled before. Fill you like you can't get enough of me." Oh my! That was the sexiest damn thing. I didn't know that I had a good girl kink until him. His voice changes, too, when we're having sex. It's thicker, raspier, sexier, and I want to give him whatever he asks for.

“I want to observe you with our partners in your role as dom, perhaps later today or tomorrow.” We sip our coffee as we prepare breakfast together and chat with Thomas and Claudia. Thomas has a smile on his face and pulls me aside while Rhett plates up the food. “I enjoy seeing you so happy, my friend, but I need some advice about kinky sex and um…you know…back door stuff,” he whispers as he invites me to sit with him in the sittting room for a moment. “Lube is your friend,” I chuckle. “Is there…um…is there a limit to how often and how big?” He asks nervously.

He positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed inside slowly, both of us moaning at the sensation. "Fuck, you're so tight still." Axel said, his forehead resting against mine. "Even after Jaxon just fucked you and filled you with his cum, you're still gripping me so hard." "You're so big." I whimpered, feeling the stretch. "All of you are so big." "You can take it." Axel said, starting to move with slow, deep thrusts. "You were made for us. Made to take all our cocks." Behind Axel, Knox was positioning himself. I watched over Axel's shoulder as Knox spit on his hand and reached down to prepare Axel, his fingers disappearing between Axel's legs.

They were an audience, but a participatory one, their own arousal simmering as they observed. Abegail obeyed, turning and kneeling on the soft velvet. She arched her back, lowering her head, presenting herself. The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver. Kael knelt behind her, one hand spreading her cheeks wide. The other, slick with fresh lube from a bottle Leo passed him, traced a thick, cold line down her cleft, circling the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. “So small,” Kael murmured, almost reverently. His finger pressed, not entering, just applying pressure. “Gonna open you up so wide.”