Very interesting!
We would all love to watch your huge cock take her!!
Large penises in mainstream fiction
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We would all love to watch your huge cock take her!!
Bump. Any examples of large penises (or penis size in general) in mainstream (non-erotica) books or stories?
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Great thread. An incredible example of mankind's ability to effectively compile a vast compendium of esoteric knowledge when it has to do the with phallus.
I remember being at the public library - sneaking off into the stacks to read all the juicy bits out of Pat Booth's racy temptress lit. I think my favorites were PALM BEACH, MALIBU and MIAMI. Super hot 80s stuff. I remember being so hot and bothered standing there in the quiet aisles wondering if the librarians knew what I was doing. Probably they did.
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In the novel Mating by Norman Rush the narrator is an academic working on her thesis who becomes somewhat obsessed with a visionary in Africa who has created his own utopian self-sustaining society of scorned women. She forces herself into a relationship with him and started off treating him like a research subject:
-In the spirit of saying everything, he was uncircumcised. He had a significant penis. At first I had to deal with feelings that a smaller penis would have been more relaxing for me. There was a history to this. At some level and average of slightly less than average penis is always going to be a relief to me, thanks to my mother's berserk attempts to infect me with a specific sex fear.-
I believe there is also a sex scene where he offers her a jar of vaseline or lubricant, explaining that his ex-wife needed it to accommodate him.
In another instance he gets stranded in the desert and a group of women go and find him in poor health. They have to strip him of his clothes and the narrator is relieved he is so big because she didn't want him to be humiliated.
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In Half Of A Yellow Sun by Chimamande Ngozi Adichie there is a small paragraph where two women are discussing their husbands:
-"He would jump on top of me, moan oh-oh-oh like a goat, and that was it." She raised her finger. "With something this small. And afterward he would smile happily without ever wondering if I had known when he started and stopped. Men! Men are hopless!"
"No, not all of them. My husband knows how to do, and with something like this." Olanna raised a clenched fist. They laughed and she sensed, between them, a vulgar and delicious female bond.-
-In the spirit of saying everything, he was uncircumcised. He had a significant penis. At first I had to deal with feelings that a smaller penis would have been more relaxing for me. There was a history to this. At some level and average of slightly less than average penis is always going to be a relief to me, thanks to my mother's berserk attempts to infect me with a specific sex fear.-
I believe there is also a sex scene where he offers her a jar of vaseline or lubricant, explaining that his ex-wife needed it to accommodate him.
In another instance he gets stranded in the desert and a group of women go and find him in poor health. They have to strip him of his clothes and the narrator is relieved he is so big because she didn't want him to be humiliated.
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In Half Of A Yellow Sun by Chimamande Ngozi Adichie there is a small paragraph where two women are discussing their husbands:
-"He would jump on top of me, moan oh-oh-oh like a goat, and that was it." She raised her finger. "With something this small. And afterward he would smile happily without ever wondering if I had known when he started and stopped. Men! Men are hopless!"
"No, not all of them. My husband knows how to do, and with something like this." Olanna raised a clenched fist. They laughed and she sensed, between them, a vulgar and delicious female bond.-
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And there's also Portnoy's Complaint by Philip Roth- an insanely raunchy and hilarious novel:
"But what a mix-up of the sexes in our house! Who should by advancing on me, retreating – and who should be retreating, advancing! Who should be scolding, collapsing in helplessness, enfeebled totally by a tender heart! And who should be collapsing, instead scolding, correcting, reproving, criticizing, faultfinding without end! Filling the patriarchal vacuum! Oh, thank God! thank God! at least he had the cock and the balls! Pregnable (putting it mildly) as his masculinity was in this world of goyim with golden hair and silver tongues, between his legs (God bless my father!) he was constructed like a man of consequence, two big healthy balls such as a king would be proud to put on display, and a shlong of magisterial length and girth. And they were his: yes, of this I am absolutely certain, they hung down off of, they were connected on to, they could not be taken away from him!
I stand at attention between his legs as he coats me from head to toe with a thick lather of soap – and eye with admiration the baggy substantiality of what overhangs the marble bench upon which he is seated. His scrotum is like the long wrinkled face of some old man with an egg tucked into each of his sagging jowls – while mine might hang from the wrist of some little girl's dolly like a teeny pink purse. And as for his shlong, to me, with that fingertip of a prick that my mother likes to refer to in public (once, okay, but that once will last a lifetime) as my “little thing,” his shlong brings to mind the fire hoses coiled along the corridors at school. Shlong: the word somehow catches exactly the brutishness, the meatish-ness, that I admire so, the sheer mindless, weighty, and unselfconscious dangle of that living piece of hose through which he passes streams of water as thick and strong as rope – while I deliver forth slender yellow threads that my euphemistic mother calls a “sis.” A sis, I think, is undoubtedly what my sister makes, little yellow threads that you can sew with...”Do you want to make a nice sis?” she asks me – when I want to make a torrent, I want to make a flood: I want like he does to shift the tides of the toilet bowl! “Jack,” my mother calls to him, “would you close that door, please? Some example you're setting for you know who.” But if only that had been so, Mother!"
"But what a mix-up of the sexes in our house! Who should by advancing on me, retreating – and who should be retreating, advancing! Who should be scolding, collapsing in helplessness, enfeebled totally by a tender heart! And who should be collapsing, instead scolding, correcting, reproving, criticizing, faultfinding without end! Filling the patriarchal vacuum! Oh, thank God! thank God! at least he had the cock and the balls! Pregnable (putting it mildly) as his masculinity was in this world of goyim with golden hair and silver tongues, between his legs (God bless my father!) he was constructed like a man of consequence, two big healthy balls such as a king would be proud to put on display, and a shlong of magisterial length and girth. And they were his: yes, of this I am absolutely certain, they hung down off of, they were connected on to, they could not be taken away from him!
I stand at attention between his legs as he coats me from head to toe with a thick lather of soap – and eye with admiration the baggy substantiality of what overhangs the marble bench upon which he is seated. His scrotum is like the long wrinkled face of some old man with an egg tucked into each of his sagging jowls – while mine might hang from the wrist of some little girl's dolly like a teeny pink purse. And as for his shlong, to me, with that fingertip of a prick that my mother likes to refer to in public (once, okay, but that once will last a lifetime) as my “little thing,” his shlong brings to mind the fire hoses coiled along the corridors at school. Shlong: the word somehow catches exactly the brutishness, the meatish-ness, that I admire so, the sheer mindless, weighty, and unselfconscious dangle of that living piece of hose through which he passes streams of water as thick and strong as rope – while I deliver forth slender yellow threads that my euphemistic mother calls a “sis.” A sis, I think, is undoubtedly what my sister makes, little yellow threads that you can sew with...”Do you want to make a nice sis?” she asks me – when I want to make a torrent, I want to make a flood: I want like he does to shift the tides of the toilet bowl! “Jack,” my mother calls to him, “would you close that door, please? Some example you're setting for you know who.” But if only that had been so, Mother!"
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Aside from the Godfather, I couldn't think of any off the bat, but this thread reminded me of how disappointed I was when I found out that Ponyboy's name from The Outsiders has nothing to do with his cock.
Worked at a library and snuck off to the closed stacks to read Gordon Merrick's The Lord Won't MInd. I had a perpetual hard-on at work, but it was delicious.
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In Tough Guys Don't Dance, there are several reference about big to huge to biggest and most virile cocks. The "heroine" once says to her former lover...toward the end of the book...and to paraphrase...."it's all your fault after you introduced me to "Big Stoop"". After Big Stoop, I been spoiled and only seeing good old boys with mammoth schlongs." And in the same conversation, she tells her former lover (the "hero and narrator of the book", who has his own big cock, just not nearly as big as the others he introduced her to), that the reason she married her current husband, Yardley, was "his mammoth schlong" and she calls him, Yardley, "five" because he can, after a day out fucking other women, still come home and fuck her at least five times before he loses his erection...and "the last time is as good and hard and long and he CUMS as much as the first time."
There are many references to his big cock and Big Stoops and Yardley's cocks in the book.
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I just started reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. In it a woman, Amy, has disappeared and all we have to get to know her are her diary entries.
In one of her entries she's rejoicing having found her new husband, Nick, and his pragmatism about all things. She now is less concerned about these little things because:
"It doesn't matter, because I have found my match. It's Nick, laid-back and calm, smart and fun and uncomplicated. Untortured, happy. Nice. Big penis."
It's always a turn-on for me if it's a female propagating the idea that bigger is better.
In one of her entries she's rejoicing having found her new husband, Nick, and his pragmatism about all things. She now is less concerned about these little things because:
"It doesn't matter, because I have found my match. It's Nick, laid-back and calm, smart and fun and uncomplicated. Untortured, happy. Nice. Big penis."
It's always a turn-on for me if it's a female propagating the idea that bigger is better.
Reminds me of the movie porkys the character they call “Meat”
It's a pretty major theme with Charles Bukowski - I know Ham on Rye makes several references, and there's a pretty powerful short story about a circus gunslinger and his girl that I don't remember the name of but don't want to spoil with too many details...
Well, the movie actually shows Nick's penis...
OMG, he's naked: Ben Affleck goes full-frontal in 'GONE GIRL'
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José Arcadio II, yes. He fathered 17 children, each with a different woman, and married his adopted sister Rebeca, whose screams of passion awakened her neighbors eight times every night and three times during siesta.
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