Too Tight for Comfort

It started with a joke.

As long as we have been together, my wife and I have teased each other, especially in bed. This time, we had just finished making love, and were still wrapped tightly in each other's arms, with my wife on top. As my breathing slowly went back to normal, I hugged her even tighter, enjoying the feeling of her breasts crushing against my chest. From her reactions and the satiated look in her eyes, I could tell that she had enjoyed herself at least as much as I had.

"That was incredible," I told her. "You're a one-woman harem. I think I'll keep you after all."

"Hmph! What makes you think that I'll keep YOU? Maybe I'll go looking for a man with handsomer face and a bigger dick!" she replied, emphasizing her point by squeezing her pussy tight around my still half-erect penis.

"I don't think a bigger one would fit!" I laughed. With a pleased expression, she squeezed me again, sighed, and slowly slid off into sleep.

Although she had been joking, I hadn't been. My wife is a petite woman, and although I am of only average size, compared to her I feel like a giant. Even when she relaxes, her pussy is tight; when she tightens it, I have trouble entering. All the same, her joke gave me an idea.

The next day, I stopped by an adult bookstore on the way home. I looked through their selection, and picked out a good-sized vibrator, a sleeve for it, and - important! - a tube of lubricating jelly. The next time she made that particular joke, I planned to be ready for her.

A few days later, the opportunity came. I had just given her a hug and suggested we go to bed early. With a devilish gleam in her eye, she skipped back out of reach.

"I want sex - but not with you! Find me a BIG man!"

"Is this big enough?" I said, producing the vibrator from the nightstand.

Her eyes widened. I could understand why; although it was not the biggest they had in the store, it was certainly large enough. The vibrator itself was about eight inches long and nearly two inches thick; the soft rubber sleeve, sculpted and lifelike, was nine or ten inches long and at least two and a half inches thick. I half expected her to shriek with fear, but I was wrong. She tentatively reached out and touched it, then pulled her hand back as if it had bitten her.

"It feels almost real! And so big - why on earth did you get it?"

"You said you wanted a big man - here's your chance to prove that you could handle one. I don't think that you can even fit this into that tight little pussy of yours."

Quite honestly, I had expected her to laugh and give up at this point, but she proved me wrong. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and let her robe slide to the floor. As she slid her panties down and off, I noticed that, judging by the large damp patch, she was already aroused. Although she is petite, with rather small breasts, she has unusually large and erect nipples. With every breath, her nipples swelled and darkened even more. By the time she reached out and took the vibrator out of my hands they were as big as thimbles and nearly as hard.

Once she had the vibrator, she fell back onto the bed. As soon as she had wriggled into a comfortable position, she reached with both hands and tried to insert the dildo into herself. Try as she might, though, it gave her problems. She had spread her pussy lips with one hand and was pushing the head of the dildo into herself with the other, but despite the growing slickness of her cunt she could not get the knob, as large as a good-sized plum, inside her.

She began to whimper with frustration when I took it back from her, but her fears were groundless - I had no intention of stopping her. Instead, I got out the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount out onto the head and shaft, rubbing it around until the entire length was thickly coated.

With the added lubrication, she was able to force the head of the big rubber cock slowly inside her. She gasped and stopped for a moment as the widest part of the knob slipped inside; once she had caught her breath again, how- ever, she began to work it back and forth, gradually beginning to thrust it deeper as she adjusted to its size.

By the time she had worked five inches or so into her pussy, her entire body was covered by a slick coat of sweat. Try as she might, though, five inches seemed to be the limit. When I leaned closer to look, I was amazed that she had even got it that far; the lips of her cunt were stretched so tight that it seemed they were ready to rip apart, while her little clit had been pulled down to rub against the shaft. Her mouth fell open when I turned the vibrator on; up until this moment she had thought it was just a dildo. Within moments, her whole body began to shake uncontrollably.

At first, she remained on her back, though certainly not at rest - every muscle in her body seemed to be hard as rock, while her face appeared almost agonized. She began to slowly curl up as she rolled over onto her side; by the time she was face-down she was in a fetal crouch. Any fears I might have had for her well-being were dispelled by her hands - her knuckles were white from the intensity of her grip on the vibrator, as she unsuccessfully tried to force it deeper inside.

Her moans became shrieks as I began to roll her clit between the fingers and thumb of my left hand, alternately pinching and tugging her stiffened nipples with the right. She appeared to have crossed some internal boundary; every- thing I did seemed to register as pleasure. Indeed, she was writhing so unpredictably that I had to be especially careful not to hurt her, although the time or two when she jerked unexpectedly and got a hard pinch seemed to excite her even more.

I really don't know how long this went on - it could have been minutes or an hour - but eventually she began to tire. With an exhausted moan, she rolled onto her back again and collapsed into a spread-eagled sprawl, the humming vibrator still impaling her. After she had recovered slightly, she grasped it once again and began to slowly pull it out. Even with her copious natural lubrication it appeared to give her as much trouble coming out as going in. Finally, however, the head emerged, and her stretched-out cunt was able to relax.

After a session like that, I expected her to collapse and sleep, but she had other ideas. Her voice was hoarse but urgent as she told me she wanted - needed - me RIGHT NOW!

After watching her for so long, I was almost as excited as she had been. I was on her almost before she finished speaking. As soon as I felt the head of my cock against her entrance, I thrust as hard as I was able. Through my growing pleasure, though, I noticed something strange - though wet and slick, her pussy was as tight as ever!

"But how ..." I managed to gasp.

With a smile, she suddenly tightened her cunt so much I could barely move, then relaxed again to her normal tight dimensions. Somehow, I was able to restrain myself, but when she began repeat it, almost milking my cock, it was too much. When I finally came I felt as if it were an explosion, and we both almost blacked out. All the same, though, my question remained unanswered, and once we had caught our breath again I returned to it.

"I still can't believe that you were able to take something THAT big." I finally managed to whisper.

"If I can stretch enough to manage a baby, I can certainly manage something that size."

"But how can you be so TIGHT again immediately afterwards? It looked like it was tearing you in half!"

A laugh and a smug smile were my only answer.