Norman (straight)

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This story will probably remain in the straight category, but I can make no promises, not sure where it will head, nor do I want to limit myself, or if there will be enough interest from others to keep it going. Hopefully, you will enjoy my humble submission. I’m guessing the story will be told mostly from the female characters perspective, but will switch to Norman’s, and a third person’s perspective as well.


Norman


My name is Jackie, I’m a mother of two, I just turned 30 years of age, married to my high school sweetheart. Yes, I was the prom queen, and my husband was voted most handsome man during our senior year. I work for a large, and to remain, unnamed insurance company, my husband a stock broker, and I am living the dream. I’m very attractive and have never lacked for attention, I’ve been stopped numerous times by both sexes, asking if I’m so and so actress or model. While I’m not, I know I’m asked these questions as a conversation starter. It happens so often, that It’s very off putting, even after giving birth, I have a body that men lust after, and women would die for.


So, when my husband came home late on a Friday night stammering about someone else, I not only couldn’t believe it, I wanted to turn back time, since this couldn’t be happening … not to me … not us … not to our family ... we’re living the dream, our course in life is set, I’ve pictured our future together, this isn’t possible … it’s a lie. The bomb he dropped was so other worldly, I slumped to the kitchen floor, it was as if he had died … and in a way … he had. I would’ve rather had the police show up at the front door explaining his painful death in a car accident. Instead, I had to go to court, I had to salvage what I could, and I got it all … full custody, the house, over the top alimony …


I work at the main hub of our company in a major city. I commute every day, and thankfully, my parents live 10 minutes away from our home in the suburbs, and can readily step in to help with the two remaining loves of my life. Everyone at work was just as shocked as I was, and it didn’t take long for the single, and not so single men to approach me, including a few women, but I won’t mix it up with coworkers, I can’t risk my job, offending the wrong people. Besides, I wasn’t into men, or relationships, not now anyway. I’ve always been fighting the objectivity, fighting to find the truth between men’s minds and their lust for an attractive woman. I can neither read minds, souls or intentions. I can’t help what I’ve been blessed with from the gene pool, nor will I apologize for it. I’ve worked hard to get where I am with this company, and just as hard maintaining my figure. I’m not selling out for money, or looks. I want honesty, to be loved for who I am … which leads me to this …


I sometimes shared the elevator with a rather bookish man named Norman. I’ve seen him around the building for the past four or five years. He works for our company as an actuary, they analyze the financial consequences of risk using mathematics, statistics and financial theory to study uncertain future events, especially those of concern to insurance and pension programs. If you’re not familiar, they are well paid, some are paid even more than myself, even within my capacity. While I didn’t know it at the time, Norman, the quiet one, was one of our top actuaries. As for me, I’m five foot ten, and he’s maybe five foot six on a good day. He’s slim, pleasant, always wearing the same black rimmed glasses with loose fitting pants and the usual dress shirt, and usually has a quick little funny quip or reply to myself, or anyone else for that matter. I wouldn’t call him outgoing, but he seemingly says the right things with perfect timing, and has a rather quiet engaging way about him, though nothing I would bust down any door over, besides … I won’t date men shorter than myself, sorry guys, it’s true, some girls feel this way, I happen to be one of them. With my looks, I can afford to have some standards.


With the divorce now at it’s sixth month anniversary I entered the elevator with one other person, when I looked over, it was Norman. He said good morning, and looked straight ahead, then down towards the floor with a folded newspaper over this lap, a little grin on his Monday morning face. Of all the men who work here, Norman was not on my radar, and yet, he was the only single man who hadn’t hinted at a date, or lunch, or anything, always respectful, maybe … he’s gay. I had forgotten to thank him for something he said just two weeks after my divorce. He had mentioned how sorry he was for what had happened in my life, and mentioned that he thought very highly of Natalie in human resources, and that it was just a suggestion, but that she was very understanding, and might be of help, someone I could seek out. Eventually, I did meet with her, and Norman was right … she was fantastic. As we approached his floor, I realized I had to right the wrong that I hadn’t thanked him for recommending her, and thought I should say something.


“Norman … I know it’s been awhile, but I wanted to thank you for recommending Natalie some 5 or so months ago … she was a big help. I never would’ve reached out to her without your recommendation … so … Thank You!” As I finished my sentence Norman turned … “No … Thank you … no problem, I’m glad she was able to help get you through.” As he left, he waved the paper my way as the door closed. Relieved I had done the right thing, I was glad that was out of the way, and I hoped I hadn’t given him any reason to ask me out. Many times, when I’m nice to men they take it as an instant invitation to start hitting on me.


I made my way through the week, and on Thursday when entering the elevator, my other companion happened to be Norman. We said hello to one another, and I waited somewhat uncomfortably for the hammer to drop. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting tired of this rain.” Said Norman, I agreed, as the elevator doors opened … “Well, back to the grind.” Said Norman as he left with a wave, and as the doors closed, I was relieved, it appeared that he didn’t have any intention of asking me out. Friday came and as the late afternoon was closing in, I decided to leave early, when I hit Norman’s floor, outside was a familiar face …
 

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“Hi Norman.”

“AAhhh heading out I early I see.” Replied Norman.

“Yeah, wanna beat the rush. I’m guessing the raincoat, briefcase and umbrella were the giveaway.” I replied.

“Yeah, I put two and two together.” He replied with a little laugh.

I watched as he leaned over to select a floor, his hand hovered over buttons for split second, then, it appeared he had changed his mind, and slowly pulled back his hand. While my mind started to swirl around the possibility that he was making his move ...


I can’t blame him, but he finally put it out there, as they all do, and I let him down as easily as I could, that I wasn’t ready, it’s too soon, blah blah blah. He took it well, he understood, and though he was down, he didn’t show any bitterness, nothing to belie any ill will. As I walked away, I could see his reflection in the glass windows that surrounded the ground floor of our building, he slapped the papers he was carrying against his leg, shaking his head at himself, shoulders dropping, his one chance gone bad.


The next week, he was a complete gentleman, nothing had changed in his demeanor, it was back to normal, if by chance we shared the elevator, we would talk our usual small talk, and life went on as always. This went on for the next three months. Currently, my private office bathroom is under a reno, so as I sit on the toilet in the main office women’s room, Katie and Brooke came in, and were chatting away thinking no one else was in there with them. I was about to announce my presence when Katie said that the visiting VP from New Jersey had Kelvin Reynolds fired. Now, wait just a minute, I wanted to hear this … even I wasn’t privy to any info on the firing, and this was huge news in our building.


“Okay, get this … as it turns out, Kelvin is gay, and he’s been hitting on … I’m pretty sure you’ll guess who … Norman.” Said Katie. “Oh my God, he’s hitting on the “big softie”. Replied Brooke.

“Yep, and not only that, he’s doing it in the men’s room while the VP from New York is within earshot. He comes storming out, and takes the two of the them to human resources, and well, turns out, he’s been bothering Norman for weeks. Just like that … Kelvin’s out on his ass.” Said Katie.


“Serves him right … that …” and that’s when Brooke figured out … they weren’t alone. “Is there someone here?” Asked Brooke in a fearful, questioning tone. “Guilty!” I replied. “Let me finish up.” Katie jumped in and told Brooke that I was “cool” and that I just wasn’t her “boss”, I was a friend, and that she knew I wanted to know about the firing just like everyone else, and that she had planned to tell me.


As I came out, Katie was shaking her head back and forth … “I know … right? It’s like … so obvious, of course he’d be interested in Norman.” I looked at them both quizzically … “Like … obvious??? How?” I asked, as I began to wash my hands. Since I knew Norman wasn’t gay, he did ask me out a few months before, where was this “obvious” thing coming from. They looked at each other, back at me, then at each other again … like I missed something.


“You mean … you don’t know?” Asked Katie. As I shook my head back and forth they laid it out for me … and I was stunned. “I thought you would’ve heard, at least by now, you’ve been here, what? Seven, eight years? The men here cackle about him all the time. All the new male employees are punked, or initiated into going into the bathroom to sneak a peek at Norman. He’s hung like an elephant, enormous. They’ve said he’s bigger soft than they are when hard, that it’s not even close. Some of the girls here have hit on him, some of the men as well, but as far we know, he’s never dated anyone from here, male or female. It made sense to us that a gay man might go after him, turns out … Kelvin got caught pushing hard for Norman to go out with him.” Both girls looked at each other and in unison said … “You mean to say … you never heard his nickname … Big Softie?”


“No, I had never heard that … not until I heard you Brooke.” I replied, and as I half listened to what they said, I kept playing it over and over in my mind … here I was, 9 plus months without sex, I’ve been with just two men in my entire life, and here, in front of me, is the one thing I’ve never experienced, nor had ever thought of having, until now … big cock? Is this what I want? … as I came out of my stupor …


“I get it.” Said Katie. “No offence, but Jackie … you’re so beautiful, so perfect, that no man here would want you to know about Norman … it would be like “Game over” they wouldn’t want it out that he’s hung, he’d be so emasculating, kind of like you are to us, there’s you, then there’s everyone else … you’re the one no woman here wants to be compared with.” As Katie finished her statement, Brooke was nodding along. “Besides … you’re management, we girls don’t want to get catty with you, it could get us in trouble. We don’t want to end up at HR explaining ourselves. But seriously, if he’s as big as they say … who would want to be with him? Like, OMG, if it’s that big, what use is it? He does seem like a nice guy though, thoughtful, sincere, quiet without being creepy.” Added Brooke.


I left the bathroom quaking, walking through a haze towards my office, I had never considered this possibility I could have something that was seriously pulling me into new desires. I pictured skinny Norman, naked, with an enormous hanging cock, and I couldn’t shake the images. I sat at my desk, staring straight ahead, but now … all I could think of was Norman, and this building desire to be filled, to taste and feel something other worldly, my right hand went to my pussy, a lust for something that I had never considered was overpowering me … I was losing reason … I’m not this person … but my body and mind were betraying me …


Norman? Hung? Is this what I want? Because I knew …


I could have it …
 

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Chapter 2 Norman


Get a hold of yourself, get a grip, this is not you. I had the weekend to think it over. I really didn’t know anything about Norman, and I didn’t want to ask anyone at work about him, so I decided, what the hell, I hadn’t gotten any in over 9 months, but who was I kidding, I wanted that giant cock, I wanted to be filled, the thought of huge cock was consuming me, I was having periods of “lost time” where I would suddenly come to … out of waves of lust for huge cock. I kept telling myself … “This isn’t me” … but it was me, I couldn’t deny it, and I was going to do something about it … Norman would be easy, for me … all men were easy.


He wasn’t bad looking, just average, but the idea of a new experience … the thought of being “filled and stretched” … I couldn’t deny this part of me that I never knew existed, or explored … I knew, that I had to have him, must have him. Only then could my mind settle down, pull me from this suddenly all-consuming desire for huge cock … watch out Norman …


On Sunday, I thought of my girlfriend Ashley. I remembered her telling me about a guy she dated who was well endowed, and how dismissive I was … how I didn’t want to hear about it, but thinking back, I remembered a flash … thoughts of big cock … something I’d never experienced … but these thoughts … they’re bad … I have a husband … a life … so I cast my curiosity and urges aside … not anymore. So … I called my “source”…


“Ashley? It’s Jackie … how are you?” I asked.

“I’m great, it’s so good to hear from you … and I’m so sorry haven’t reached out … I heard the news and …” She replied, and after some more small talk … I got to the point.

“Actually, I called about something else … I’m embarrassed to ask … there’s this man … and I have this opportunity … I don’t think I should pass it up. Are you alone … can you talk?” I asked, with some apprehension.

“Jim’s out of the house. Spill girl, it’s good to hear you’re putting yourself out there … it’s been what? Nine or ten months since the divorce … and with that body of yours … you must be going crazy … so spill it already.” Said Ashley.


“I … I have this friend … unfortunately he works in my building … but … I … I’m sorry I’m having trouble with this … he’s supposed to be … well … I guess …” I was babbling when Ashley broke in …

“JESUS … OUT WITH IT?!!!” Yelled Ashley as I pulled my head away from the phone.

“OK … he’s supposed to be hung … the stuff of legend … I mean stupid hung … it seems … everyone at work knew about but me, and when he asked me out a few months ago … I turned him down … and now … God help me … it’s all I think about … and I wanted to know what it’s like … to you know … be with someone who’s big.” I replied.


There was silence on the other end … “You still there?” I asked.

“Yeah … I’m having a flash back of sorts … and if you’ve never had one … and you really want it … for me … there was nothing like it … but it all depends upon whom it’s attached, and yes, I had a big one, and I still think about him. He was a total dick … but holy shit! I love my husband, but good Lord, he’s nowhere in the league of Frank. I had so many orgasms from penetration, and not once from my husband. What I wouldn’t give for one more night with him…” She trailed off as the line went quiet.


I was about to reply when she continued … “Have you ever cum from penetration?” Asked Ashley.

“No … never … I wish I could.” I replied.

“You know what does it? The thickness … holy shit Frank makes my Jim look like a twig. He was so thick. I came on the end of that thing so many times. God … I miss that fucking thing.” Said Ashley.

I went on to describe Norman, but what really caught her attention was his soft size. That she had never heard of one that big, and it was probably an exaggeration, but even so … if it turned out I liked the guy … go for it.


When Monday hit, I tried waiting for Norman to show up, and would attempt to share the elevator with him, but he was a no show. Same thing Tuesday … Wednesday same. I figured he was on vacation, and was tempted to ask “the desk” on his floor where he was, but didn’t, I was finally calming down a bit, my mind becoming clear, and amazed at how off the rails I had become.


On Friday I went out for lunch to Potbellies and my heart sank, of all the dumb luck and coincidences … there was Norman, with a woman. I put my head down, telling myself to relax, look at what you’re doing to yourself, he’s attached, he met someone, this must have happened since he asked me out over 3 months ago … just let it go ... just then … without my noticing … Norman had walked up …


“Jackie … I hope you don’t mind, but this is my cousin Mary, she’s in from out of town, and when I mentioned we worked in the same building, she wanted to come over. I hope you don’t mind.” Said Norman. I pretty much stopped listening at “cousin” … that was the best news I had since my divorce.


I flashed my best, most welcoming smile towards Mary as we shook hands. I was reborn, my stud awaits … it was all I could think about. I asked them to stay with me. It would afford me the opportunity to watch Norman out of work, to see him interact with his cousin, and now with me, it was exactly what I needed, this suddenly sullen week, had turned on it’s head in one sentence. As the conversations turned, it finally ended on Norman’s announcement that he had to get Mary to the airport, that he had taken the week off to work on his place, and she had never been here before, and had been taking in the city with Norman, while also helping him around his place, and he hoped that “we” could do this again sometime.


“You can count on it Norman.” I replied. It’s fun to make a man’s day, he was stunned, he paused, probably wondering … ‘did this just happen? Is she giving me a second chance?’ … “Yeah … let’s talk next week.” Replied Norman with a building smile, clearly surprised, and now, with purpose. I imagined, I had set him on fire … I knew I had to, since I was burning inside, my breathing was heavy, and my heart full. As they walked away … I wanted to see if I could catch a glimpse of the “Big Softie”. I watched them walk off, and told myself “Now.”, confident he would turn and look back … and sure enough, Norman looked back as if on que, I knew he would, and as it turned out, I couldn’t see “it”, but I had plenty of time …
 

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Next week.


I had to tell myself to relax, he’s really into you, so take it easy. You have to understand, I haven’t had a first date since my junior year of high school, it’s been over 13 years, I’m a mother of two, this is a big deal. As I approached our building, I had the chills, this building, this place, would never feel the same after today. Dark skies covered my walk to the revolving doors, and as I looked around, there was no Norman in sight. I waited a short time outside the elevator, the right amount of time, but as the elevator filled, and a chance of being alone with him in there was clearly over, I made my way inside, I waited with the others, and as the doors began to close, a hand holding a newspaper stopped the doors … in came Norman. He caught my eyes, and mouthed the words “ten thirty” with a nod towards the floor. I nodded back, a silly grin on my face, we were meeting for our first “talk.”


I was pacing the floor in my office, and made my way to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I hadn’t felt this way since high school. Get a grip. I checked my ass … perfect … my skirt was showing just the right amount of leg, my “business shirt” gripped and hugged in just the right spots … damn! I look good. It was nine fifteen … what the hell girl … take it easy. I wondered to myself if I was just using him, is that who I am now? But my urges were making rational thought nearly impossible … I could live with the consequences … I simply had to have “it”.


Checking the clock, I noticed it was moving, but it was taking forever. I hadn’t gotten anything done, I was useless. My pulse was rapid, finally 10:28 … time to go. I was flustered, what floor do I choose, should I go down to him, should I go all the way to the lobby? What the hell? Where are we meeting? … I was having a mini panic attack … as the door opened at his floor … there he was … “Going down?” Asked Norman entering an inconveniently crowed elevator …. We got out separately, keeping our distance, so’s not to let on to anyone else that we planned to meet, and made our way into the commons area with seating and an abundance of plants.


“Maybe I should explain myself … I haven’t had a date since high school … I’m just not used to this type of …” As he cut me off, he took my hand into his … “It’s OK, I get it … I’m just thinking dinner and movie, nothing big, small steps. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, and when I heard you were recently divorced, I knew I had to wait, and I’ve been waiting for what felt like years, the chance that I may never get to be with you … it ate at me for the longest time, that someone might swoop in and take that chance away. I was so excited after our unexpected lunch with my cousin … it was the chance I needed. I better stop … I’ve said too much.” Said Norman.


Relief … so much relief between us both that we relaxed and talked all the way through the morning, we came out of it when my boss, Eddie, who was on his way to lunch, asked what the heck I was doing? He hadn’t seen me since 10AM. I checked my watch, it was almost 1PM. I told him that I was taking a half day … I wasn’t feeling that well. Norman asked me if this Friday was too soon. I said no … it was perfect. In retrospect … where was the “playing hard to get” part? Was it the “lost” 9 months of no sex, or was the thought of a massive cock the meal I wanted served? I realized then, that when I was with him, I hadn’t thought of what lay between his legs, that the common sense in me was looking to the person. I was surprised … my first impressions were all positive, there’s more to him than I thought. That my preference for a man taller than myself suddenly meant … nothing.
 

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Chapter 3 Norman


As it turned out, Norman lived a mere 20 – 25 minutes from my home, just enough distance to commute on different trains. I called my parents, and asked them to take the kids for the night, as always, they were more than happy to. After dropping them off I went home and showered, checking everything about me, making sure I was ready for my first “date” in over a decade. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been, I was flush, my body was reacting, hell … I hadn’t even made it out the door. What’s wrong with me? If he had come through that door right now … I was ready. Visions of monster cock flashed through my mind, over and over again. I wondered how my ex would compare with him, and just how big was he? I mean, the girls said the guys who had seen his big softie, couldn’t begin to match him when hard, but what’s the rush? It’s just a date. Yeah, keep telling yourself that … “It’s just a date.” I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering who I was … down deep, the only thing I could think of was sex, this wasn’t me … or … was it?


I saw the slow approaching car, and the obvious tell of someone going somewhere for the first time. I had goose bumps. I felt like the kid at her parents house, waiting for their date to arrive. I felt a rush, and took a deep breath. I saw him get out and clean his glasses. Get a grip, I told myself, this isn’t life or death. He reached into the car, and as I leaned forward … I’m thinking “No” don’t let it be a bouquet of flowers. In the dark it looked like a bottle … whew! … It came to me … he must have been able to see from outside the whole time, since the house is lit, and I must look like a dork.


I took an even deeper breath as he walked the path and up the stairs. I waited, I waited for him to ring, and he did. “Hi Norman.” It was the way I said it … he had never heard me say hello to him that way, and he picked up on it right away … any man would.


“Hi Jackie … you … you look fantastic! These are for you.” Said Norman as he handed me a single rose and a bottle of Moscato. I had to admit it … Norman looked good … really good. We had both dressed perfectly for our first date. I could pick up a faint cologne, that I really liked, and it set him off perfectly.


On short notice, trying to find a place to eat, without reservations on a Friday night during peak hours was no easy task, and as we passed Earl’s Drive-in, a local hang out for the younger crowd, we just looked at each other and said … “Yep … let’s do it.” Earl’s is no regular drive in, we’re talking 1950’s, with girls on skates, rolling down your window, and placing the trey on your window. It still took 20 minutes of waiting to get a stall, but we were in. While we were in the car, eating, talking, and getting to know each other. I placed my right bare foot up on the dash board as I leaned back, and thought that maybe I should ask Norman if it was OK.


“Norman, is it OK if I rest my foot up here?” I asked. He said that it was fine. In fact, he didn’t look away, I noticed him checking out my foot, my toes were painted, and as I looked towards him, I looked down … and in the dim light … I could see him adjust his pants, making room for something moving along his left leg. He liked my feet. He noticed I had caught him staring and turned away … I thought back to our elevator trips, and how he head his down during much of the time … OMG, he likes feet, he has too, his cock is growing … and growing. My God … he’s fucking massive … no one can be that big. I was the one that had to turn away. Even in the dim light in the car, past the steering wheel, I could see it moving. It was then that I realized, that this had been just a date, that I hadn’t once looked to see if he was packing, but my first instinct when I noticed him looking at my foot, was to look towards the “monster” … and it had an effect … a huge one.


It had gotten quiet … the sound of the approaching roller skates broke the awkwardness … “You guys all finished?” asked the young girl. Norman looked over towards me, and I nodded, asking … “Can we get refills to go?” I asked. She said yes, taking the trey with the monogramed glass root beer mugs that many people today would try to steal if given the chance. She came back with root beers in paper cups, and left as Norman and I considered where to head next. Just as Norman was fumbling with the keys to start the car … “Fuck!” I can’t believe I just did that.” said Norman … I started laughing out loud, his cup had collapsed, and his root beer was all over his lap. It was everywhere …


“Wait, wait, wait, let’s just go back to my place … it’s close, and I’ve got towels and whatever, and we can clean this up.” I said. He took it quite well, and as we drove home, my anticipation was growing and growing. Is this too fast? Is it going to happen … tonight … I mean … the timing of everything … this little “accident” … it’s too perfect.


We pulled into the drive, and as he got up, and out into the driveway my laughing continued … “I hear you dripping!” I said through almost constant laughter. “Yeah, yeah it’s funny, I get it, might as well pull out a garden hose … I’m soaked.” I purposely avoided looking for it, and made my way to the house. I went in and got him a towel, asking him to wait outside until I got back, and asked him to cover himself as best he could as I directed him upstairs, he was so soaked, he would’ve messed up the whole house. I pointed him towards the master bath, thankful I had cleaned it last night, and told him I still had a few pair of my husband’s underwear, and golfing shorts ... “Just give me a minute to find them.”


Then … It hit me … Damn, I thought, I want to get a glimpse of it … I want to see this fucking thing. I wetted my lips, my body was betraying me, my nipples getting harder. As he ran the water in the sink, I imagined him rinsing his underwear and pants, and what lay dangling between his legs. I waited …


“Um, do you have those shorts and underwear ready?” Asked Norman.

This was my first chance. Don’t seem obvious … just hand him the shorts, and turn away. In fact, you big dummy, don’t do anything stupid, just let it be. As he opened the door, his hand reaching out, I looked away, but not for long, as he took them, I didn’t simply slink away, uncontrollably, I found myself mesmerized, moving towards a view, trying to get a glimpse of the “big softie.” As he tried to close the door … there was resistance … it was my hand … my hand was holding firm … what am I doing?


There are times in one’s life when a mental image is taken and kept … this was exactly that moment. As he turned, surprised that he felt resistance, he probably wondered if he should continue trying to hide what I had suddenly had a maddening craving to see, I experienced a truly jaw dropping moment. He dwarfed my husband … his massive pole wasn’t just long, it was so fat, it was epic, it appeared as thick as my wrist, it swayed like a tree limb, it was lifted up slightly by the largest balls imaginable, these things were like tennis or billiards balls, he was manscaped perfectly, and it made him appear even larger, and clearly more experienced than I had imagined, as I opened the door further … in an instant … our eyes met. He saw the shock, the awe, the complete disbelief …


Norman didn’t try to push back, to close the door, I couldn’t stop myself, I had to see this gift, and after a pause …


“Norman … I’m opening the door … all the way.” Yes … I just said that … I barely knew him … it’s our first date … we’ve shared one meal together. I didn’t wait for his response … I slowly pushed the door open … he had given in … and I took in the most incredible sight I had ever seen. Inch after inch of perfection. Cartoonish in size … unnatural … I had never been with an uncircumcised man before, but then again, I’ve only seen two other men in my life … this one was bigger than both put together … and it was growing towards the floor … “I’m sorry, I didn’t …” Said Norman …
 

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“Shut up Norman. You have nothing to be sorry for, I had to see this … my God … it’s getting bigger.” I reached for it as it continued to fill out. How brazen, how out of character for me … but I couldn’t begin to help myself. I was in awe of it’s size, and surprised at my complete animal blood lust for it … how I had always been objectified, and now, I was doing the same to him … to his cock, realizing just how much I wanted something like this … after all these years … my heart skipping a beat … yes … this is what I’ve always wanted …


It was kind of spongy, but it was getting harder, the thing was already a crippling size as it continued past huge into other worldly. I absolutely had no idea anyone could be this size … not this big … I picked it up with both hands, as it’s girth continued to spread my fingers further apart. I had never imagined one so big that it actually weighed like something, that it’s size was approaching the length of my forearm, and Norman … he was looking at me with a content satisfaction … probably relieved that this part was over … that I could see what I was in for … but his cock … it was a nightmarish size. I held it up against his body, it reached well past his navel, stretching further, higher, toward his sternum.



I pushed him away, and began to tear off his shirt, and was astonished as I pulled up his t-shirt … “My God … Norman … you’re cut … you’re in fantastic shape … my God … do you ever eat? You’re so lean and hard … I always thought you were just skinny … OMG!!! You’re unbelievable!” Norman was cut like a Greek god. I had never been with a man in this kind of shape, nor was I ever in my life … this turned on, a level of lust swept over me that I had no idea existed, and while I was admiring his overall body … what hung between his legs was hitting along my leg, and almost at his knee … it had grown even more …


Uncontrollably, I began kissing him, and slowly worked my way down his body, savoring the moment, turning him around to take in his chiseled frame, wondering how I had never picked up on his potential, this took a lot of work, he was a piece of art … surprisingly … he was in my league … but was I in his? Somehow, in all of this … he had disrobed me … and as I looked down on him I realized our difference in height was the only way I could ever look down on him … since physically he was more than my equal … and absolutely no man … was his … I couldn’t understand, nor comprehend how massive he had become … they don’t make them this way. Norman hadn’t said a word … he didn’t have to … he could see my appreciation … and I could see every fat inch of his … I was scared … I didn’t see how I could take him. … I witnessed the greatness, the incredibly beautiful monster cock that subconsciously, I had secretly craved my entire life.


“Jackie … you’re so beautiful … I’ve wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me … look at me … look at how big you’re making me. I’ve dreamed this … I’ve dreamed this …” His hands couldn’t begin to reach around it, I came at that moment, watching him stroke that massive cock with both hands, I was weak. Steading myself on the wall, watching him beat that fucking monster, as I came down from the most intense sexual moment of my life … I realized this was only the beginning … I went in with trembling hands and joined him to jerk his masterpiece to ever greater size.


“Don’t be afraid.” He said, but I was … his cock had reached an astonishing size, one reserved for farm animals. So large, that the once uncircumcised monster had it’s once loose skin drawn tight, it was so soft to the touch, but at the same time … rock hard, riddled with veins, and so thick that I doubted it would ever fit. It was slightly twisted in a delicious turn to his left, and gave it an even more menacing appearance to an already beyond intimidating monstrosity. I thought back to my conversation with Ashley regarding the girth of his masterpiece. It was now thicker than my upper arm, and easily longer than my forearm. My mind and body shaking in disbelief at how disturbingly huge, and hard he had become. He let go of his giant cock to explore my body, while I … the talkative one, had gone dead silent stroking the massive thing with long full strokes. I knew immediately I couldn’t couple with him.


The weight and volume was many times that of my former husband. I couldn’t even hazard a guess. My frame of reference made me doubt that my husband was even of average size, that maybe he was actually quite small.


“Norman? I’ve only been with two other men in my life … and … and they’re my only frame of reference … and … I’m … I’m not aware of what an average size is … but you’re … I mean … even when put together … they don’t come close to you … are you? … are you even human?” I asked, as I stroked that massive tool of his … waiting for an answer … in rapture over the beyond humongous cock that was getting even harder, and more incredibly … LARGER!!!


I looked up towards him, and realized that he was close. His lust for me was off the charts.

“You will never find bigger … never. I’m a freak of nature … and I’ve always been holding out for the best … and you are that person … I’ve lusted for you for years … you can take your husband and 4 other random men in a room, and I’ll best all of them put together … and you could call in a few more and I would still best them … PUT YOUR MOUTH ON THE HEAD! TAKE IT!!! TAKE IT!!!”


He groaned, and tensed, his abs rock hard as my mouth went in to cover the apple sized head of his hot hard beast. I barely covered the slit on the head, which was at least a half inch long, when the first jet of his cum came rumbling down the endless inches of fat meat that had my eyes crossing.


His massive tool started to shoot a load that matched his gigantic horse cock. The first hot blast shot to the back of my throat, causing me to cough, I had to pull back … just in time for the second pulse to blast me in the face, just under my left eye. After catching my breath, I went in and covered the head as spurt after spurt of hot cum came from the massive tool, I had to pull away a second time as his cum literally shot out my nose. Undeterred, I went in again like a prize fighter, and tried to cover the head, as I opened my mouth another huge spurt shot into the back of my throat, followed by another and another. He not only dwarfed my previous lovers in size, but the load he delivered was legendary. He could impregnate an entire harem in just one session.


I pulled back, cum littering my face, and watched in complete disbelief as he tugged forth the last remnants of cum from that beast cock. The head was like a polished apple, the length and thickness astounding. He released his flesh bat, and it fell with an audible thump against his left leg, a mere two or three inches from his knee. The weight and heft of it simply amazing as it swayed back and forth, dripping onto the floor ... I couldn’t see myself giving head to him … ever … not in the traditional sense … he was beyond any normal woman’s capacity.


With cum leaking from my mouth, covering my upper body, and dripping down upon my legs. We kissed … and not like any I had ever had. I was his … I wasn’t just in the moment, I wanted this forever. I didn’t care if I could ever take him inside me, I had never been this turned on in my entire life … I don’t want this to end …
 

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Chapter 4 Norman


As I calmed down, I looked towards my breasts, his cum flowing down my body. We had both taken our positions on the bathroom floor. I laid back against his chest, the massive tool lay over his left leg, hanging past his hip towards the floor, not fully hard, still insanely huge. Spent, from what was for me … a sexual awakening. I had never thought the bigger the better until just now, and after having lived it, I loved it, with every part of me. “Jesus Norman … that was … that was the most intense sexual moment of my life.” I stated with instant clarity, without any remorse, or take backs.


“Mine too.” He replied. “The longing I’ve had for you … I must admit … I’ve thought of you for years … I’ve wanted this moment, waited so long. Please don’t be upset with me … I’ve wanted you, still want you … you turn me on like no other person on this planet.” My response was my left hand, as it moved up and down on the now growing monster … “Jesus Norman … how can you be this big …” I knelt next to his leg and pulled up the growing slab, feeling cheated at not having been with him sooner. I knew I was doing it right … “Yes … just like that … just like that.” Said Norman as he kissed my back, as I appreciated the monumental ginormous cock that was now mine.


It was so quiet, our breathing the only sound, I pulled his giant upright and worked it with both hands. “See this … this is where my husband would reach on you … right here. My God, it just towers over him … he was nothing compared to you.” My finger pointed to a place barely halfway up his growing blood club. My fingers could no longer reach around it, and as I took a hand off, his giant cock bent to one side, not yet firm enough to stand straight, but so inhumanly large and heavy that he dwarfed what seemed possible.


The more I worked it, the longer and thicker it became. I exhaled, shaking my head in disbelief, it didn’t seem possible anyone could possibly carry around, nor a human body support something so large. I held up my hand and motioned for him to do the same to compare their sizes. His hands were a little bigger than mine, so I asked him to grip that fucking thing. I pulled back and watched awestruck as his hands could no longer reach around his tragically huge slab of man meat.


He released his massive pole, stood up, carried me to my bed, and lay me down, and proceeded to go down on me like no other. I couldn’t contain the joy, the incredible feeling of someone who actually knew what to do down there. I came twice before he raised his head, but he raised it only to take a breath, the sinister smile he flashed as he went in again, knowing full well that he knew what he was doing. He must have had a great teacher, my ex had no clue … Norman was gifted, he was an artist … as I came that third time, I realized what I had been missing in another area of sexual pleasure … Norman was either a God or devil … anything that felt this good had to be bad …


When he finally came up for a breath, I asked him if he would work that monster meat to a second orgasm of his own. That I desperately wanted to watch … I had never asked a man to masturbate for me before, but then again … Norman was no man … he was sooooo much more.


He was already quite large, but not the size of before. I watched it swell in his hands, the thickness separated his fingers, while the length … my God … it was awe inspiring. He could see my appreciation, lust and wanting as I continued to massage my pussy.


“You’re so beautiful … you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” Said Norman as I watched that beast cock grow even more. As his eyes devoured me, I took in a sight that could only be described by a poet for it to be truly appreciated … it was beyond comprehension, shocking, the thickness so great even his own hands could not encircle it … just as it seemed to stop growing, it would jut out another fraction and then even more. When the mind said … “OK that’s enough, there can’t possibly be anymore.” … it simply kept going. The straining veins, the skin becoming so tight the entire length glistened in the light, how his hands couldn’t seem to make a dent, how incredibly hard it had become for something so grotesquely large.

Just one of his massive balls dwarfed my husbands puny sack. The balls were the perfect companion to his arching blood club. They rested on the bed linen, covered in a lightly colored fuzz. I reached in and cupped one … and the damn thing filled my palm, it was heavy and firm, and more apt to be on a bull than a human. I was less than a foot from Norman’s giant cock as his hands kept working the incredible mass to a frightening 9-1-1 size. This thing needed it’s own zip code, and while I licked my lips watching him tease and work his giant to all it could be … I was afraid … my left hand moved in to feel his steel pole, while my right massaged me to an orgasm, my mind reeled … this is good and bad … he’s so big … too big … how can I ever …

Norman continued to pull on his monster, and as I came down from my ‘high’ … I told him to lie back so I could straddle him, to sat on his legs … I had to see … I had to know … how far could he go into me … I shuddered as I sat down. With trembling hands I reached out and held it against my tummy … it went far beyond my navel to the bottom of my breasts. I was afraid … how could I or anyone couple with him? He could see the concern … the fear … he had to wonder if this night would be our one and only escapade. He watched intently as I studied the mega monster dong that towered from his groin, moving it back and forth from one breast to the other … transfixed on the massive wet head … my hands held something that in volume … seemed 10 or more times the size of my ex. I had every right to be afraid … Norman was too big … I knew this … he had to know … his worst fears had to be coming true right in front of him … the woman he dreamed of … was having second thoughts … third thoughts … that this moment … wasn’t going to end well ...


The big sap was probably scared I’d never see him again, just as others probably had, but I didn’t just put him at ease. “Don’t be afraid Norman … I won’t leave you … in time … we’ll make this work.” He needed confirmation just as much as I did, that we could somehow work this out. He was near tears … “I’ve never been this happy.” He replied. Using our hands we pulled that beast of his to a bone crushing size, other men, probably all them … could only dream of the insane length and girth that he had become … it was other worldly … Norman … was … and is … a cock god.


After a long quiet pause, I took Norman by the hand and went to the phone and told my parents I would be busy all weekend with my new man. He stood next to me, that giant cock dangling down within a few inches of his kneecap.


I asked him to shower with me. I bathed every inch of him, it took all my strength to not simply stare at that massive fuck toy. When he pulled me in close with the water cascading down upon us, I could feel the thing along my leg to my knee, such an intense moment the sight, feeling and heft of his swollen cock. Nor could I get over his body. I held his bicep in my hand and asked him to flex … my God … he is iron … I used both hands on his arm and was stunned as his arm became hard as rock, separating my hands.


He flashed a small smile, and half smirk … “You should see me after a workout … I get huge … it’s all natural … no drugs.” Stated Norman. “Show me Norman … show me what a real man looks like.” I asked … and he showed. Holy fuck, his waist was so tiny as he flexed like a body builder, simply incredible, from head to toe … Norman was cut with little to no body hair except for his legs, and the trimmed area around his massive semi erect cock. His legs were incredibly powerful … Jackie, I told myself … you hit the jackpot.


Later, as I lay in bed with him … I marveled at my little “David” … who somehow managed to have “Goliath’s” cock, and I wondered … how many women has he been with … where did he learn and hone his enormous oral talents … what other secrets did he have? I fell asleep … satisfied … this … is what complete bliss feels like …
 

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Chapter 5 Norman


I awoke and made my way downstairs, careful not to wake him. Called my parents to check in on the little ones, and have them talk to mommy. Then quietly made my way upstairs to see if Norman was still out. Thank goodness he doesn’t snore, and he looked so damn cute when he’s sleeping, I carefully reached for the covers to pull them back to reveal what I now cherished and desired. I shook my head, admiring the length and thickness when at rest. The head was completely covered by the foreskin, and the look and feel of it had me licking my lips … it looked so inviting and delicious. His body was a huge bonus of it’s own … had I only known.


I was wet and getting wetter, my nipples were aching, animal instinct was taking over. I reached in and grabbed his soft monster with one hand, only to watch the upper portion fall to one side. It was enormous when soft, and as I pulled on it, I was amazed at how far it stretched out. Norman stirred, opening his eyes … as if reading my mind … “Yeah, you could probably tie a knot with it if it wasn’t so thick.” He stated. “Aaahhh duh! Good God Norman … I still can’t believe it.”


“Good morning … I must be dreaming … you look fantastic.” Said Norman, in such a calm, sleepy eyed manner. At that point, my first thought was that we’re moving too fast, for fuck’s sake, we just had our first date last night, and here is … sleeping over … but I realized how at ease I had become … How we already related like we were an “old” couple.


I was stunned when he said it … “Maybe we’re rushing things a bit, maybe I should go?” Said Norman as he gently placed his hand on my head to pull me in for a kiss. He was thinking exactly what had flashed before me …


“NO Norman, everything is as it should be … I called my parents yesterday since I didn’t want this weekend to end. Now, if you feel you should go … well …” At that moment, I went in for his huge flaccid cock … if there was a time, it’s now, before it has a chance to take off. He laid back and let out a moan …


The head filled my mouth, and as I tried to force myself further down onto it my mind raced since it was already growing at an alarming rate. It was becoming so thick so fast that I barely got it out of my mouth before belching it out with a loud pop. In the short time I had in my mouth, my hands could no longer fit around it, and it had added 3 or 4 inches. It firmed up fast. He had me compare it to my forearm, and we both watched it surge past the length of my arm and past my wrist. When he raised up and knelt on the bed, it reached almost to his knee, the massive head grazing the top of the covers. Leaking precum, so menacing, so inviting, the head now revealed the skin drawing tight along it’s insane length.


“Sooner or later …” he started to say, and I cut him off. Playfully I said … “Let’s give it a try.” but that was petulant desire talking, he knew better … I knew better … there was absolutely no way he could begin to enter me. He was the ultimate gentleman, he went down on me with a tongue that had no peer. I came within the first 5 minutes and again and again as his oral skills surprised me to no end.


I was exhausted, hungry, and about to tell him we should go down and eat breakfast, when he got up and said … “I’m off to get us some breakfast, and some lube from the pharmacy.” As he got off the bed, I watched that monster sway and swing like a tree limb. ”Norman … dress in front of me … I want to see you pack that thing away.” Who would’ve thought a man dressing could be so hot. “If you keep watching me like that I’m going to have a hell of a time getting it small enough to pack away.” Said Norman.


Chapter 6 Norman


As he finished putting on his shoes, and as was about to leave, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a big sigh … “Damn … we never cleaned out my car. That front seat has got to be just trashed … can I take yours?” He asked. “Of course, the keys are in my purse, on the kitchen counter, but let’s get this tucked away here.” It became apparent why he always wore pants. My husbands’ shorts weren’t up to the task. His cock was attempting to plop out of the bottom of the golf shorts. My touch, nude body and close proximity didn’t help, he literally added 2 to 3 inches as I fumbled with it. “Damn it Norman, you fix this … now get out of here.” I replied, with false frustration. I had to laugh as he walked away. Shorts with black sox and black dress shoes … nice touch you big dork.


After he left I went up to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was a mess, my hair, face everything out of whack … and I loved it … I had never felt more alive. But, I suddenly felt empty … with a longing that seemed unnatural … I had never felt this way about anyone before … I was nuts over this guy, damn near crazy, it’s been less than 24 hours, and I’m out of control. Doubt was creeping in … there seemed to be little chance I could handle him without some prep work being put in, and only now did I question how many times had this happened before … should I be worried? I know I’m all that and more as a woman, but what if … his appetite wasn’t satisfied with one woman? He could have a harem for all I know.


Norman showed up an hour later, I stood inside watching him as he stopped to look inside his car, and confirming the root beer mess was just as hot and sticky as he thought. I kept thinking that’s not the only thing that is hot and sticky. On his way up the steps it plopped out from under the shorts. My God, what have I gotten into. He quickly made his way inside, lamenting the fact that his legs are so white since he never wears shorts, or gets much sun. Breakfast was good, but it was only a start to our day. I looked him over, up and down, and thought of the elevator. As he was finishing up his breakfast, the fuel he would need for the next part of our day, I sat across from him in a men’s shirt and panties, and raised my right leg onto the table, placing my foot into his view. He stopped in his tracks.


He stared … and stared at my foot, my invitation was accepted. He stood, and pulled over his shirt, then dropped underwear and shorts in one motion. Holy fuck … his cock leapt into action … it was growing at an impossible rate … he threw it onto the table and I watched with unbound lust as it continued to reach across the table towards my foot. “Jackie … your feet and hands are the sexist things, I jerked off to your feet so many times … and now … I want them to jerk me off … please … please. Shit! … maybe I shouldn’t have said that?” He was so turned on he physically hurt. His cock was approaching the size from yesterday, and it looked, with a little coaxing that it would become even larger. He directed me to the couch as we sat opposite each other.


I had never done this before, but I knew he liked my feet, so he let me do what I wanted, and anything seemed fine to him. I imagined my husbands’ puny cock being covered by one of my feet, but it was my feet that looked puny next to this giant cock. It gave me a further appreciation of what I was dealing with. I rubbed one, then both feet over his massive tool. He eventually grabbed me by the ankles and used my legs to pull and prod his dick to ever greater size. It was my turn to be amazed … “How much more … how much more can you bring out of that thing … my God it’s … it’s … I’ve never seen it this size before. Norman? How much more???”


I came at that moment as he continued to work my feet over his now historically ridiculous cock. It was much thicker than my ankle and now, it reached up to his nipples. My eyes were blurry from cumming so hard. At this size, there was no way I could take him, and it turned me on all the more. I egged him on … “Come on … get bigger for me … work that horse dick … get that FUCKER BIGGER … THAT’S IT DONKEY MAN WORK THAT GIANT DICK.!!!!” There could be no bigger … my monster man worked it, savored it, labored and loved every fat inch as he worked my beautiful feet up and down that hard fat mass.


“That’s it big boy … keep working it … GET IT BIGGER … I WANT YOU BIGGER … LONGER … FATTER!!!” I pushed him to his limits … he was somehow holding out … moaning over and over again … “I’ve never been this big before, never this big … LOOK WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME!!!” Screamed Norman as his beast dick started to spurt out a massive load. I came watching him pleasure himself with my feet as the gobs of cum littered my feet in a hot wet cum filled mess. He pulled me in with such force towards him as he began to lick his own cum off my feet. It was such a new moment for me … to see someone so lost in lust over me, a part of me. He didn’t just have a foot fetish, he had a fetish over my entire body. I placed some of his load on my fingers and ate it alongside him. His massive cock was still incredibly huge. I worked it with my hands keeping him hard. Still amazed that this is my man. As we both enjoyed his man salt, I couldn’t get over what had just happened …


Nicely done Norman.
 

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Chapter 7 Norman


I had questions … and there is no time like the present. So, when Norman arrived Friday night.


“OK, Norman … we need to talk.” I stated.

“OK … are we moving too fast … I mean … we can slow down.” Was Norman’s nervous reply.

“No … the pace is fine with me.” I said.

“OK … I’m guessing you have … ‘serious’ questions … fire away.” Replied Norman.

“Any brothers or sisters?” I asked.

“No. I’m adopted.” Said Norman.

“Do you keep in touch with your foster parents?”

“No. They want no part of me.” He replied, he knew with just a look that my heart went out to him, I had no idea he was alone in the world.

“How many women have you been with?” I asked.

“Um, not sure … 14 or 15 I really don’t keep track of that kind of thing.” He replied.

“Why the hesitation?” I asked.

“You said “been with”, and the answer is … just three, the others turned me down outright. ‘No chance in hell’ was the typical reply.”

“Okay … how much did they take in?” I asked on pins and needles.

“Not much, the head and a few inches. I wasn’t even fully hard, not like I’ll be with you.” As he finished his sentence I saw him adjusting himself, he was growing right now the head and shaft protruding from under the shorts. To most people it might see gross, but I loved what I was doing to him.


“All right cowboy, let’s corral that horse for a second.” Stated with an authoritarian bent in order to stay on topic.

“From this total, how many were … escorts?” I asked … and he hesitated.

“Okay, that’s a ‘yes’. Of the total, how many were … escorts?” I asked again.

“… Four? Five? … but … you don’t understand, the first three women I was with made me feel like a freak, I was made fun of, I …” I cut him off … “Take it easy chatty Kathy, I take pity with you … I mean look at it, it’s straining to get out, it’s grossly huge.” I looked on … in awe of the mass that hung down underneath those shorts and past the end of the chair. “I get it, you’re insanely huge … but you’re no freak … I love that huge dick, and yes … you’re going to fuck the living hell out of me with it … we’re just going to have to bide our time until I can adjust to it …


I just don’t want you fucking around on me. Got it?” I tried to give him a stern, serious look, but I broke down into a little laugh … “Don’t you get it … you’re going to get the girl … she’s all in … it’s just that you’re far too much man for me right now … this is going to take some time.”


He smiled in relief, and we both knew where this was heading. That giant dick of his wanted out, and we did just that. Four hands, two feet and another 45 minutes of abuse brought him off a very painful second time this morning. I will always be amazed … how did I ever live with less, and yet through all of this … I somehow felt like … prey … like I was being chased … devoured … helpless … falling backwards into a pit … from which I would never escape …


Damn, Norman.
 

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Chapter 8 Norman


Sex isn’t everything, but you know how it is when you finally release that beast in a relationship, ours just happened to be released on the first date, and it got worse over the coming weeks, and damn, did Norman have a beast to release. Saturday night was movie night. He had to be spent, and I needed some time to calm down. I was so into our sexual time together, that I was thinking of having my little ones stay with their grandparents until I could control myself.

Couldn’t have Norman getting excited at the drop of a hat. I needed some “me” time with Norman, to get this hyper attraction between us under control. Norman admitted that since our first time together, that being near me kept him semi erect almost all of the time, that simply being near me, seeing me … brought a barely controllable excitement that made his cock swell. After watching a movie, and simply enjoying each other’s company, and talking, we proceeded to “retire” to the back porch, and just hang out in the night air.


Not long afterwards, my neighbor Carol called out towards us in the starlit sky. Saying … “Hi Jackie, It’s so nice out, that we’ve been leaving the windows open at night.” I looked towards Norman with clenched teeth. “Yeah, we’ll keep it down over here.” I replied, as the both of us realized we must have making quite a racket. If she only knew. Sometimes, people just fit, and though in appearance, I was way out of Norman’s league, there was absolutely no one in his, he stood alone among all men, he just hid it better.


We made our way inside, to bed, to sleep, but I couldn’t control the urges, to see his rise to glory. “You know … I don’t care who hears us … the work week starts after tomorrow … and I can’t get enough.” I said through the thickest sexual tension the planet had ever known. “I agree.” Said Norman, and I couldn’t nor wouldn’t stop him. “We need to get me ready … Let’s start now.” I replied and I was serious. I took his hand in mine to the bedroom. We took out our “toys” that we purchased that afternoon and washed them. Got out the lube and as I paused to look at him, he picked me up, carried me from the bathroom and laid me on the bed. His growing cock testament to his undying lust for me. When he returned to the bed, all the toys were ready, towels placed in a handy spot, as his hand began to get me ready.


“What size best represents your ex?” Asked Norman.

“Um, I’m thinking this one.” As I pointed to the largest size.

“Okay, seriously … which one? This one?” Asked Norman. I nodded, but added “Not as long, but the thickness is about right.”

“Okay, I believe … this is a seven by five, we’ll start with this, then go from there. ….. Is it just me … or does this seem really weird?” Asked Norman.

“Norman, seriously? Look at that thing, hold it next to your cock, and ask me again if this this weird, damn … it’s necessary. Please … you fucking dwarf that thing.” I replied.

He briefly held it against his massive erecting tool, and there was no comparison. He had many more times the volume of that thing. Here I was tensing up for a toy that was nowhere near his size. I gotta relax.


Norman applied some lube, and for the first time in my life, a “toy” entered my body. “Here, let me do it, I’m better able to gauge what I can take.” As I took command of the dildo, I looked over towards Norman’s humongous cock, he was aroused watching me do this, and it was filling me with doubts, with each passing second he was getting bigger … how could I ever take that? My mind was drifting …

“Hey, just relax, let it in and appreciate it, move it around and get used to it. It’s not that big, but you’ll get it … relax.” Said Norman, but I couldn’t shake what was next to me … “Norman … stop getting bigger … you’re scaring me.” I replied, and I was scared, so scared that I could never enjoy him, or him me. “Jackie … stop … look at me … look between your legs … you’ve got it all, every last inch, look … don’t look at my cock … just my eyes.” Replied Norman, as the sound of his voice reassured me, and sure enough, I had taken all of it, and was moving it around with no trouble.

“Okay, you’ve been working with this for the past 5 or so minutes let’s move up a size.” Said Norman, and I was ready. He placed lube on a dildo and called out it’s size to me …

“This is a 7 by 6, it’s thicker by a noticeable amount, and no … we’re not going to compare it to my cock.” Said Norman, but I knew the thickness was still way off, and it finally came to me, idiot that I am … that I don’t have to take his entire length. Just enough so we can both appreciate his humongous cock.

“Norman, I just realized I’m kind of stupid. I’m always thinking I have to take your entire cock in my body to satisfy you.” His reply was priceless, he was on his side next to me, and as he adjusted and placed his mammoth cock across my tummy, clear across and beyond the other side … “There is no way in hell you can take all this. Nor do I expect you to.” He replied. At that moment I took that 7 x 6 and held it against his cock, rolling my eyes in the process. He was near full hard, and simply overwhelmed the damn thing. “Baby … one step at a time.” He repeated over and over again.

I enjoyed the 6 inch girth dildo much more than the five, Ashley was right … the thickness felt great … and before the night was over, we had used an 8 x 6, and I took the whole thing. It was hitting bottom, but the girth worked. Over the next two weeks, and as we had time, I had worked up to a 7 inch girth, but I always bottomed out at an 8 inch length. When we compared it to the 7 x 5, where we had started, it was quite an improvement. We had been keeping Norman’s cock under cover during this period. He was frustrated, but we agreed it was the only way to go.


On my own, I arranged for a weekend alone with Norman. I had a surprise for him. I had been working in private on an eight inch girth dildo, and could take around 8 inches in length. When I compared it to where we started, I knew I was ruined for any lesser man. I enjoyed this dildo to no end, I loved the stretch … but how did it compare to Norman?
 

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Chapter 9 Norman


Friday night couldn’t come soon enough, and I wanted to show Norman my progress. No one at work was aware of our relationship, but Norman’s coworkers had been asking him if he was seeing someone, he clearly had a little giddy up in his step.


I nice home cooked meal, and a trip to the couch. I hadn’t seen Norman’s beast in a week, and we were both tortured. When I reached into the drawer and produced the 8 x 8 dildo with a smile on my face, he said … “Really?!?”


“The whole thing, all week, and I’m loving it. Now, let’s see what can happen in the bedroom.” I replied, Norman looked on with a little grin, and I could see “it” stirring.

“Norman, I want to worship you, I want you to fuck me … deep … to stretch the living hell out of me … to make me cum like I never have …” As I spoke I went in, and began to pull off his shoes, socks, underwear … “I want you to get it as big as you ever been … and bigger … I want to feel you dominate me … run me over … ruin me for any other man … to show me what a real man looks and feels like.” As I said these words I went in and began kissing him up his rock hard abs, past his chest to his shoulder, my right hand working his gargantuan cock … it’s size frightening, but not nearly as scary as it was two weeks ago …


It continued to grow, Norman reached over and placed the eight by eight dildo alongside and proceeded to demolished it. “This … is what you do to me. You make me so fucking huge … I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve achieved sizes that I didn’t think I could, and it’s because of you. You make my cock so fucking huge … so fucking huge.” As Norman’s voice trailed off, I watched his cock as if I were seeing it were the first time. He brought it to such gargantuan dimensions that I cringed.


“You’re the love of my life, and I can wait, but … I can’t wait anymore … I CAN’T WAIT ANYMORE.” Said Norman. His beast cock soared to what I thought was it’s most ridiculous size ever. Our hands worked it towards a size best left for elephants … “That’s it baby, let it grow, let it grow.” I looked on in amazement … my desire to see him ever larger wouldn’t subside. I now kissed his mammoth cock along the side, to the massive head, and back down again. In between kisses, I told him how much I loved his massive dong, how much bigger and better he was than any other man … there were no complaints …


Norman moaned his appreciation over and over again. I pulled back to check out my handiwork … HOLY SHIT!!! Norman’s cock was rock hard, and simply gargantuan. “Baby?!! Now that’s a horse cock … my God Norman … what a massive slab of meat … I love it!!!” I rubbed myself off at that moment. I think even Norman was amazed … he was the largest I had ever seen him … “Yeah, Yeah … ” Said Norman, in appreciation of his beyond human sized cock. What have I done? I must be crazy … my eyes glossing over as I came … awestruck at what he had become. Norman couldn’t hold out, he confirmed he had never been this big before, spurt after spurt of cum came forth and shot everywhere, his massive cock was sending forth a massive messy load to match, it was unbelievable.


It was then the phone rang … my daughter was sick … our extended weekend was cut short … but what can you do? It’s family first.


This wasn’t just another of our weekends together, this was “THE WEEKEND.” On Saturday morning I called Norman and told him my daughter was fine, and that tonight we should continue “The Weekend” … I wanted to try … even if it meant a hospital stay … I felt I was ready, but I was still scared … Norman’s cock is incredibly huge … this was the biggest challenge of my body’s ability to handle something that only circus folk should attempt.


Norman arrived Saturday evening. I had on my heels, and best, most sexy, slutty outfit I could pour myself into when he saw me from outside, he paused, and watched me from the porch. When I wouldn’t come to the door … he simply walked in.

“Shouldn’t you knock first?” I asked in mock seriousness.

“Well … the door was open … and the security here is … for shit. Besides, the woman who lives here is serious hot, and what she wants she gets. So fuck you!” Said Norman.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? To … fuck me?” I said, as I dangled one of the high heels off my bare foot. That got his attention. I always knew these heels had more purpose than just destroying my feet.

“Ahhhh yes … fucking, but it has to fit first, and that, hasn’t happened so far, nor even been attempted … I hear this guy is packing … I mean really packing … it’s all they talk about back at the office.” Said Norman with a sly little grin.

“Well … he hasn’t knocked on that door yet either … kind of a pattern forming here.” I stated, as Norman moved in for more than just a kiss.

“You should forgive the guy … he’s kind of distracted …” Said Norman, leaning in.

I knew I would be with this man even without penetration as my mouth covered his. My right hand felt for the all to familiar beast that was attempting to burst free of it’s confinement. But even now, after our little clever back and forth, I couldn’t shake the fear … he’s so fucking huge …


Fuck it, dinner wasn’t happening, our leaving for the evening was clearly over, Norman picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to our bedroom. There, I said it … “our” bedroom, there would be no others from now on, or ever after. I trembled as he lay me down, and removed my remaining high heel. He began by kissing my feet and moving down my leg … don’t hurt me I thought, let me take him, please let me be able … let this be the day.


He removed my skirt, and began going down on me … it wasn’t long, I came for the first time in a week, and it felt soooo good. His pants were still on, and without a word … I arose from the bed and sat him down on it’s edge. Slowly, I removed his shoes, socks, then peeled off his top … leaving the best for last. I traced the outline of his cut abs, and moved my hands down to his pants. His anticipation, his breathing … my hands were trembling, as he moved in to cover them with his own … “It doesn’t have to be today …” Said Norman. I said the only thing I could say in my trance like state: “Shut the fuck up Norman … shut the fuck up.” Anyone watching could tell. I was a train wreck of lust. I had waited long enough. I wanted to get fucked, and fucked up … Norman’s beast was the only cure.


His cock was coming into view. I saw him wince, it was getting so hard that it hurt … it needed to be out … to breath … to grow … to be appreciated. My heart was pounding in my chest, I felt a little weak in the knees … my hands released it, and my mind reeled … he was so turned on … so fucking huge. “Fuck me … Norman? Look at the size of it.” He swung it up and over his stomach and laid it up his chest. My hands tried to grip the fucking thing, but the thought of entering me had caused him so much excitement, that he was bigger than ever.