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Tiny-Tim
By AB2006 (address withheld)

***

A man has a size problem and is humiliated by his new 
bride and takes a long time to recover from the 
experience. (MF, size, huml)

***

Hi, my name is Tim. Last year I turned 57, I'm 
divorced and childless and I've actually had sex 
exactly 57 times in my entire life, one day for every 
year of my life.

I have a small problem, my dick is only two inches 
long when fully erect and not even an inch when 
flaccid. Needless to say, it's pretty hard to satisfy 
a woman with equipment my size.

Yes I was married, but she was a religious woman and 
we didn't have premarital sex of any kind until our 
wedding night. You can imagine what kind of night 
that was. At first (after she got over the shock) she 
tried to be nice about it. She said that 
relationships were made of more than just sex.

I believed her until one day, two years later, I came 
home one afternoon from work with a cold and found 
her in our marriage bed with the mail man. I can 
still remember walking in on them, her, with her 
little feet pointing toward the ceiling and him 
grunting like a pig, thrusting that huge dick of his 
into my wife's pussy like his life depended on it.

Even though I was willing to forgive my wife for 
straying, she said that she couldn't take living with 
a small-dicked man any more. I knew she was right, I 
knew that I'd let her down. You see we'd only tried 
to have intercourse several times since our wedding 
night.

I just couldn't get my tiny dick hard for her. It 
wasn't that she wasn't sexy or anything, it was a 
performance problem. I could see the disappointment 
in her eyes every time I unveiled my equipment, and 
that look always kept me soft.

She finally just up and left me one day. I came home 
from work one evening and all her stuff was gone, 
along with our savings account. I couldn't blame her 
and I never tried to talk her into coming back. I 
knew she wouldn't and besides, nothing would change, 
I'd still have a tiny dick.

**

I lived by myself after that, and never let any woman 
get close to me. I just worked and came home and 
watched TV and jacked off to Internet porn. That was 
always the best. When I did that I could imagine that 
I was one of those big-dicked studs fucking pretty 
co-eds and they would love me for it. Thank god for 
internet porn otherwise I'm not sure I'd have made it 
to 57.

Anyway, something startling happened to me a few 
weeks ago. Remember me telling you that I'd only had 
sex with a woman 57 times in my 57 years? Well 50 of 
those 57 times was since my new girlfriend and I have 
been together - just over three months now.

I guess it's true that there is a woman for every 
man, you just have to find her. Carla is a waitress 
at a local restaurant bar and she's a single mom with 
a 12 year old daughter. She's 35 and had a problem 
getting dates because she has a kid.

Being single, I'd go to the same restaurant all the 
time and I got to know Carla and I always gave her 
nice tips so over time we became friends. The thing 
about Carla, is that she's very assertive and her 
personality clashed with her ex-husband's to the 
point that he would end up hitting her. Hence the 
reason they divorced.

After a while Carla asked me if I wanted to take her 
out on a date. I was flattered, after all Carla's a 
pretty fine looking woman with a nice hard body, but 
there was no way I was going to but myself out there 
for further humiliation, so I gave her every excuse 
in the book.

But Carla, being an assertive woman, didn't let my 
protests win out. So finally one night after I'd 
eaten and she'd asked me again, I decided to tell her 
about my problem. I wasn't going to tell her 
everything, but I figured if I gave her the basics 
that she'd leave me along. I also figured that she 
wouldn't try to make me feel bad about myself because 
I was still tipping her nicely.

So when she asked me again that evening I screwed up 
what courage I had and said, "Carla honey, I really 
do appreciate your interest, honest. But I've had 
some bad experiences in the relationship department, 
so I think it'd be best if we didn't date."

I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to go any deeper 
into my humiliation, but true to form Carla wasn't 
taking some vague rejection from me. She sat down 
beside me and put her hand on my thigh under the 
table. Then she leaned close to me and said in a soft 
voice, "Tim, I'm really good in bed, you don't know 
what you're missing honey."

My heart was in my throat. I wanted to fuck her so 
bad I could have died. But reason overcame lust and I 
mumbled, "I can't, I-I don't... have the equipment to 
make love to you."

I looked down at the table top, totally humiliated 
and waiting for her to laugh at me or ridicule me, or 
worse, ask me what I meant. I'd have to tell her 
more, I knew she wouldn't let it go. But she did none 
of those things, no laughing, no ridicule. What she 
did was move her hand from my thigh to my crotch and 
then she squeezed me, dick, nuts and all. I gasped in 
surprise.

"I feel something down there Tim, are you telling me 
it doesn't get hard?"

"Um, no, it gets hard alright, it's just... that it 
isn't very big. I mean..." my voice trailed off, I 
was totally humiliated now.

"C'mon," she said, taking my hand and making me stand 
up. Without another word she tugged me along behind 
her to the employee's restroom. It was getting late 
and the evening crowd was pretty much gone and the 
dinner staff were mostly gone home by now.

The employee restroom was coed and the door locked. 
I'd never been in there, but I guess it was pretty 
much like any restroom, a little uriney smelling not 
all that clean. Carla shoved me in to the room ahead 
of her and locked the door.

She pushed me up against the wall and said, "I'm 
gonna see what your problem is once and for all 
mister. I've been tiring to get a date out of you for 
months now, so let's just see." She was tugging at 
the fly of my pants. I wanted to stop her but I just 
stood there like a deer in the headlights of a truck 
bearing down on it.

I didn't want to go through the humiliation again, 
but at the same time this whole situation was making 
me crazy with lust. I knew that my dick was stiffened 
out to it's full two inches and that it was leaking 
in my shorts because I could feel my pre-cum against 
my skin.

Then my pants-fly was pulled apart and Carla was 
tugging at my underwear and pants. She pulled and 
tugged until they moved down my hips and then my tiny 
stiff nubbin was standing straight out with a faint 
upward curve, bobbing in tune to my heartbeat.

Carla stood back and stared down at my exposed 
equipment. My face was bright red with embarrassment 
and I could feel the blood draining from my short 
penis shaft as that same old feeling of failure and 
disappointment rushed over me to engulf my whole 
being.

I was beginning to feel anger that Cara had forced me 
into this situation. I had tried to stop this moment 
from happening. But just as I was about to tell her 
what I thought of her, she dropped to her knees in 
front of me and covered my softening nubbin with her 
hot wet mouth and began to suck and tongue me.

I groaned and leaned back against the cool tiles that 
covered the wall. I'd never had sensations like this 
before. Her mouth was wonderful, her tongue was out 
of this world as it swirled around and around my dick 
making me light headed.

I hadn't jacked off to Internet porn for almost a 
week and I knew that I had a nice load built up. I 
felt Carla's fingers at my tight nuts, massaging 
them, urging then to release their contents. She 
moaned, "C'mon Tim, cum in my mouth. C'mon honey do 
it, do it now," as she bobbed her head faster and 
faster and her nimble fingers massaged my nuts to a 
boil. 

I was helpless in her grip, I gasped and my body 
jerked violently as I shot jet after jet of my cum 
into Carla's willing mouth. For the very first time 
in my life I was ejaculating into a woman's orifice. 
It might be just her mouth, but it was an absolutely 
wonderful feeling to know that someone wanted my cum.

I looked down and groaned with passion as I watched 
Carla finally pull her lips away from my moist cock. 
I could see her spit mixed with my cum and it was the 
best sight in the world to me at that moment. Then I 
looked into Carla's eyes, wondering what she'd say or 
do next. My heart almost stopped when she licked a 
small glob of my cum from her lips and smiled up at 
me.

That was all I could take. My mind was spinning and 
my legs were weakening to the point that they gave 
way under me and I slid down the wall to sit on the 
dirty floor in front of my kneeling lover. I guess it 
was inevitable, but Carla leaned close and gave me a 
wet, cummy kiss, with lots of tongue.

***

That was the first time we did anything sexual. Since 
then we've had sex in every way you can. I've fucked 
Carla like a man should, in her mouth, in her pussy 
and even her asshole. You see, I can fuck her 
anywhere I want, because I won't hurt her. I mean 
anyone can take a couple of inches. Right?

And besides, we now have a range of strap-on dildos 
that I've become pretty good with. The biggest one is 
black and 12 inches long and 5 inches around. But 
Carla tells me that she shill likes it best when she 
blows me, it turns her on to be able to clean my 
clock and not have to worry about gagging.

I'm really happy now, and Carla seems to be too. 
She's given my little willy a pet name, "Tiny-Tim" 
and that doesn't bother me at all because she says 
she loves my tiny-tim and will do anything to keep 
him happy.

PS; Carla made me sit for the picture that heads this 
story. She took it last week, just before she pushed 
me down on the floor and shoved her lips down balls 
deep on my tiny-tim and made me cum six ways from 
Sunday.

So guys will tiny dicks, there is hope, you just have 
to look until you find the right woman. They're out 
there.

Tiny-tim couldn't be happier.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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