Is big always better ? - a question for the ladies

As a 58 year old widow I had not been sexually active for some time after my husband passed away. I took a voluntary job with a charity helping out with food banks in my local area. Whilst working there I met a man called Roy who was older than me and in his mid 60’s. His wife had dementia and I felt sorry for him but she was in good care of a local nursing home.

Over time we started to get close as friends and it was soon apparent he wanted to go further. At first I was content with kissing and mild foreplay but I soon realised Roy was a very well endowed man who had little effort in getting very hard. We soon graduated onto our afternoon meetings in my house with oral and masturbation. To stimulate him (not that he needed much) and at his request I started wearing nylon stockings and suspenders again. This was something I hadn’t worn in years but my late husband loved me in them.

It’s no exaggeration I was slightly initially over whelmed at the sheer magnitude of his appendage as his girthy uncut penis attached to these huge dangling testicles were proudly on display. My late husband was no match by any comparison and whilst I was not a virgin when I got married previous boyfriends did not even compete. Roy told me he measured 9” when fully erect. It was inevitable that we would end up in bed together and when he took his place in-between my open thighs I felt that he was going to split me open, he knocked hard against my cervix and emptied his manhood in me. It was an indescribable feeling and it did bring me onto a strong climax. No sooner had we come back to earth he was getting hard again. To placate him I started to suck him off but he was very rampant and quite insistent if not a bit demanding as he climbed on to me again and for second time entered me and really started going at it. Afterwards I was quite sore and felt bruised inside.

For several months we had sex virtually non-stop (sometimes he’d call in twice a day after visiting his wife) and each time he went inside me he knocked hard against my cervix. Had I been fertile he would most definitely got me pregnant, what with his every squirt shooting up my open cervix straight into my uterus. I did feel like he was getting me pregnant and if we had defined nature we’d have been happy as he’d never fathered a child himself, unlike me who was a mother of three.

Sadly our time together came to an end and Roy and I didn't continue our relationship. This was about the time I was due for my scheduled Pap smear test. My doctor brought up that I had a much bruised cervix however he did not pursue any line of questioning guessing that he may well know the reasons why.

Since my time with Roy ended I have dated a few times and slept with a couple of men who were of average size. I don’t regret my experience of having a partner with a large penis but I’m more comfortable these days with a more modest endowment thus giving my poor cervix a rest.

By Anonymous May 28

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