The Big Reveal
An SPH Experience by limpnubguy
Although she wasn’t shy in telling me that my skinny 4-inch penis was quite underwhelming and left a lot to be desired, she didn’t care to discuss it further because I had introduced her to oral sex, attention to erogenous zones, and foreplay, which were things that she had never experienced before. It took me a while to get her introduced to these things because she was used to just having bare-bones gorilla sex. No foreplay or anything, just a big dick brutally going at it. I had been spared from brutal humiliation because when we met she had been single for three years and didn’t have any sex during that time. She wasn’t used to big Mexican dicks anymore.
During the penetration of sex, it didn’t go unnoticed by me that there was a distant look in her eyes. Sometimes she would look away while biting her lower lip to cover up a subtle smirk. It became especially prevalent when she was really in the moment and would start aggressively pulling my hips towards her as if that would give me more penetration. Occasionally there would be a giggle. Sometimes I could see a look of genuine disappointment or frustration on her face.
After seven years together, we finally talked. I had been trying for years and had given up on the subject about a year before. We were celebrating the anniversary of the day that we had met. I was making steaks on the grill, and she brought it up out of nowhere. She said that she really wished that something could be done to satisfy her completely, because something was definitely missing. She then suddenly became very apologetic and started crying. I could tell that she really wanted something but felt guilty in asking for it. I knew that she had never had experiences like the ones that I had given her, but I knew exactly what was missing. I knew that she was used to a much bigger penis. I knew that once women have had that experience, there really isn’t anything that can replace it.
After apologizing for some time and trying to compose herself, I finally got her to talk about it. I already knew what was coming because she tends to focus on problems and solutions. She would not discuss a problem without already having at least one solution in mind. At this point, I was just wondering which solution she would propose. Given her religious background, I already knew that cuckolding was off the table. We had already discussed the possibility of penis enlargement surgery, but I knew that wasn’t on her mind because the results are minor and temporary at best. My thinking was that it would be between a cock sleeve or a dildo, and I was right.
She then told me that she had been studying it for some time on the internet, and that she had found a cock sleeve that she wanted us to use. I was perfectly fine with it, and it actually turned me on. I told her that we should check it out further and decide on one.
Little did I know that she had already made up her mind and she was already in possession of it. She had already studied a few, picked one out, and tried it on herself. It was upstairs ready to go. I suppose that this shouldn’t have surprised me. She was very decisive and never asked my permission to do anything.
I told her that after dinner we should check it out, and indeed we did. Holy crap, this thing was huge. I never got around to measuring it, but by my estimates, it was eight and a half to nine inches long, with a girth very near to a soda can. Suffice it to say that I was more than a little intimidated by it. The design was very much realistic, with pronounced veins, a torpedo-shaped head, and a Hispanic brown skin tone.
When she presented it to me, I could tell she was already worked up. A deep, passionate kiss from a woman who is in the mood can feel different. You can notice a difference in her body temperature, as well as in her demeanor and delivery. She was in attack mode and ready to go. No foreplay needed tonight. She was already stroking me to get me hard and was applying some lube on my dick as we kissed. Before I knew it, she was slipping me into the sleeve. The fit was a bit loose on my dick, which didn’t go unnoticed as she chuckled softly while we were still kissing.
Once I was in the sleeve, not a moment was wasted before she pulled me down on top of her as she flopped down on her back in the bed. She was wearing one of those flowery summer dresses, and the panties were already gone. Her legs were spread, and she pulled me in with laser accuracy. This is when things got interesting.
Since I knew that she wasn’t used to a bigger dick for some time now, I very slowly started teasing her pussy with it. That didn’t fly at all. She gripped my ass and tried to plunge it in as if her life depended on it. It missed the mark entirely because it was sticking out in front of me more than twice as far as I was used to, and my aim was off. It glanced off to the side and bounced off her leg and slid up past her belly button. She laughed, but I could see some anger in her face.
The second try, she put it down there and aimed it in herself, thrusting her hips forward at the same time to ensure penetration. Her eyes rolled back, and she exhaled loudly as it was thrust all the way in with one slow, smooth motion. She held it for a few moments, then pushed me away to pull back and take the next thrust. Much to my horror and hers, the sleeve suddenly stayed where it was, and my skinny dick just slipped out of it. I was positioned above her like a fucking idiot with a cock sleeve stuck in her pussy. My throbbing, dripping nub was positioned just outside of it with nowhere else to go.
She looked at me with what could be described as shock and disappointment at the same time. She looked as if her feelings were genuinely hurt. As if to say How can you possibly fuck this up?
I fucked it up spectacularly. Just like condoms, these sleeves are made for an average size dude to put their dick in it. I do not qualify as average by any measure.
I reached down and pulled the sleeve out of her and slipped it back onto my dick. The second thrust went in, and I could see her face instantly change into a look of satisfaction. Once again she pushed away for me to take another thrust, and once again I almost slipped out of it, but I managed to slip my hand down and grip it into place. We went at it for about ten minutes in various positions before she finished. The whole time I was gripping the base so that my dick wouldn’t slip out.
She finished on top in the cowgirl position, and I could see a huge difference in her mannerisms. She never behaved this way during normal sex. Her reactions were more pronounced and much louder. As she finished, she rolled off of me onto her back and pulled me over on top of her. The sleeve had slipped off and was lying on the bed.
I positioned myself to enter and noticed that I slid in with no resistance. If I could barely feel anything, she must not be feeling anything at all, and it definitely showed. She had a surprised look on her face as my pelvis bottomed out against hers when I was all the way inside of her. The surprised look turned into a soft smirk as she rolled her eyes off to the side and closed them. The smirk stayed on her face, and her eyes remained closed as I continued fucking her stretched-out pussy. She let out a muffled snort and played with my hair until I finished, which didn’t take very long because I felt totally humiliated.
After I was done, I lay down next to her and hugged her like I always had. She had always reciprocated, but this time she didn’t. She just lay there on her back with her eyes closed and that beautiful smirk on her face.
That is when I started connecting the dots. The sleeve had gone in her much too easily. She had been practicing for a while. We hadn’t had sex in about two weeks. Every time that I had tried, she had an excuse or needed to go somewhere. She had been enjoying herself too much and wanted to lead up to this humiliating moment. I felt very grateful for that.
This incident later changed the entire nature of our relationship. This event had broken her mental block, and I was in for sixteen years of full-throttle SPH.
The End.
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