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Tiny Tim
By AB-2007 (address withheld)
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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 time for every year of my
life. (MF, size, huml)
***
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 were 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, and 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
was 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 still 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 with 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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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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