Originally posted by Kat+Apr 6 2005, 03:53 PM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Kat @ Apr 6 2005, 03:53 PM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-SexyJean@Apr 5 2005, 06:17 PM
Wow, Kat, 9 inches is INCREDIBLE!!Â
My husband is pretty thin for a guy his size, and I once tried a vibrator that was 8" thick and found it painful. I think I have more problems with width than length, so maybe it's lucky my husband's extra inches are length-wise and not width-wise. I may have to measure his width to get an accurate measurement now that you've piqued my curiosity (I've measured his length a few times, but never width).
Yeah, 9 is pretty thick. However my husbands penis is 8 so it's not much larger than him. I've never tried anything larger than 9 and don't plan to. It seems to me that it is just at my limit of comfort. I really love the feel of that thickness but any larger would get into the pain category and I'm NOT into pain
Interestingly, I have only measured my husband twice. The first was shortly after we started going out (over 22 years ago) and the second just this past year in response to some questions about whether I was telling the truth (or knew how to use a ruler/measuring tape!
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Kat
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Kat,--You've got me nodding my head up and down in agreement to everything you write. You and I are the same age and about the same size. I'm one inch taller. I joke to people (and it's not really funny) that I wear my A-cup bra simply for decoration. The Creator, in His or Her generosity, made up for my lack of breast size by giving me an enormous vagina, and enough pubic hair for 10 women,--which my bf won't allow me to remove,--but that story is for another post. I couldn't have put it any better when you described that amazing sensation of being stretched and filled. When I worked up enough courage to tell my gyno that I've been inserting a jar 12.5 in. around, after graduating from a wine bottle (because I haven't been able to find a dildo thick enough), she gave me one of those "Are you some kind of a nut?" looks and proceeded to tell me that there weren't too many sensory nerve endings in deep, and that I already had the largest vagina she has come across in her practice. I kept quiet, but I'm convinced that she's wrong,--and I don't think it's all my imagination. Whether it's my bf's cock, or that big jar, it's a feeling like no other to have my tissues rubbed and stretched over and over. It's like having a terrible itch that you can't stop scratching. My bf is now only able to perform every other day, so on the inbetween days, when I'm feeling really horny, I'll use that jar and a vibrator. As in your situation, the love came first. The huge cock is a bonus,--like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We've tried doggy style, but it doesn't do as much for me as face to face. I love the intimacy of being on my back and able to look at him. I have learned that by grabbing the part of his cock that is still outside my body, exactly how deep he is in. When he has entered 12 and a bit,(where according to my gyno I shouldn't be able to feel very much), I get so excited that I think I go into one of those altered states that people talk about. When we start with our various movements, my bf describes me as "going bananas". He lifts my legs straight up, wraps an arm around each thigh, then proceeds to pump my legs either alternately, or together, back and forth, sometimes while he's swaying from side to side. He doesn't even need to do any thrusting. There's enough movement to drive me crazy, especially when I start to grind my hips. The orgasms start, sometimes one after another, until we're wiped out. Even after he has come, it feels wonderful to have his soft cock inside. One of the thoughts that often comes to me while I'm lying there afterwards in his arms, is how fantastically lucky I am to have found a man who is so right for me in all other ways besides sex, and then for him to have a cock that must be one in several hundred thousand, the very size I need being as large as I am. The chances of two such people meeting has me shaking my head in wonder. Does a thought like that ever occur to you Kat? I really believe that I'm being rewarded for suffering through a lifetime of living with control freaks, first my parents and then my ex-husband, all three of them demanding perfection. But everybody's got a story to tell. That's mine. And that's what makes this site so unique and fascinating. Kat, the next time you're in a grocery store, I don't want you getting any ideas when you spot those giant zucchinis. Keep smiling,--Alexia
