Slechts Groot : Part two

"A little more my size every time I do that, Jaimie." And he pushed in another inch. So, at that moment, she had, over the last forty-five minutes, been expanded to take the proverbial 12 inches of penis (though, of course, Arman had more to give). Twelve inches long and two and three quarters wide was an established size now for Jaimie's vagina. It was a fact. He took that much penis and began fucking her. Long powerful strokes, big twists, big grinding, with more rubber band type snapping of her excessively stretched interior. And an awful lot of screaming, panting, and blowing, along with new body actions by Jaimie. Now her pelvis was coming up to meet Arman, at least to the 12 inch dipstick level. And her hands moved down Arman's back to rest on his buttocks. During rare moments, she had the bravery to give a very light pull in of his hips . At other times, her hands flipped up and away, as if to indicate 'hands off' 'that was deep enough!'.

This had been quite a super turn on for Arman. The prospect, now probability, that he had a new beautiful project. So many times over the last hour or so, he had diverted his mind from who he was inside. All, just that he might make it through tonight's beginning. Now he let himself feel what he had stretched so very well. Now, any depth or width improvement was only due to being 'carried away'. And he did become slightly carried away. Another five minutes of 'sloop', 'schmack', 'pop', 'snap', and he came with force. With that last thrust into her, Jaimie could feel the hot jizz, the jerks, and the extra pulsating. Her body jerked in turn, quivered more than ever, and came in multiples. One on top of another, on top of then another, then exhaustion. He laid down on his elbows, face to face with her, gave her some gentle kisses, and left his still twitching penis inside her. He was in no hurry to remove it, and she was in no hurry to have him remove it.

"What will you tell your husband about what we just did?"

"Oh, that it was very nasty." She looked at his face for feedback. Jaimie wanted to reward him a lot, for she really did want him to come back, and finish the job. "That it was the best..."

When he softened slightly and slowly withdrew, she immediately had this new sensation of her large vagina. She thought of it as a 'kinky' empty space 'right up through the middle'. Physical, yes. Symbolic? With his absence, she was able to focus a little, enough to remember what was of major importance for Arman. Now, he might like to hear an admission from her.

"Arman, I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I would ever make such a quick, raw, sexual decision. It is just not like me. But nothing else recently is 'like me' either. And no sex in my life was anything like what just happened. What I am trying so hard to say is, I would love to be one of your girls."

"'Arman' is a very happy man!" And the powerful black man beamed a sweet 'thankful' look. "We will get better and better...and...better; I promise!"

Her immediate thoughts about his statement involved the 'My God''just trying to imagine' type of fantasy. But, then, tonight proved that she could, well, almost adapt. It probably would happen. She looked down at his penis. Softening for him, but still bigger than anyone she'd ever seen. 'That was in me?' Her thoughts answered her own question with a resounding, 'Yeeesss! Well, most of it...anyway.' Did she think it was queer, kinky, too far out? Her feeling was that guys, who would say that it was too kinky, well, they must just feel inadequate. 'And they should...'

And girls? Girls who would say that or even be horrified? To Jaimie, any such women were just hiding from life experiences; how could they understand something that they would never try? Put down another woman who did try? Whoa, that sounded like envy to Jaimie. Jaimie could understand that emotion would be the proper one to apply toward her, as she was fucked by someone from an exceptionally rare group of men. To Jaimie, all the questionable big time fucking was very appropriate, and was something she would very much want to do again, and again, and again. Jaimie finished sitting up, reached out and grabbed Arman's penis behind its head, pulled it to her mouth and milked out a last drop of cum. She licked it up with the tip of her tongue, looked up at Arman's face, took her tongue back into her mouth, grinned, licked her lips and grinned some more. As she finished the lip show, she looked down to see that she was putting on another show, since globs of red streaked cum were now draining out of her wide open pussy. That only reminded her of what she had felt over the last hour, and just how impressive this meeting had been. Oh, of course, the draining scene did also verify the over stretching of Jaimie.

She knew that she could generate more meetings by acknowledging Arman's interests; she had not forgotten his macho male fantasy. And it was obvious to Jaimie that the fantasy was of obsessive importance to him. She admitted to herself, that he would be shocked to know how much of that kind of S&M bent that they had in common.

"Hearing what you said earlier about 'your girls', it seems that it would please you for me to make shameful statements to Dave and others. If I could do it, what would you want me to promise to 'admit' to all those kinds of people? I mean, when you are back in France, just say, to turn you on while you are there, what would I be saying back here? Arman, you never know. I may have been getting ready to say some the very same things on my own."

"I would rather you say what you want to say, what you would think would be fun to say, what you really feel. That is the nastiest turn on of all for me."

"Well, I have already told Dave that he is small compared to most of my clients. Hmmm...in your case, I really have to think of him as tiny. Sort of like a contrast of a little six year old child's nubby little penis to a grown man's penis. Dave even has a kink of his own, where he asks me to play a sort of ball buster girl for him."

Arman came out of the little bathroom, wiping his penis one last time with a wash cloth. Jaimie smiled when she watched him try to stuff it into his trousers. "Just like in one of Dave's own fantasies, I could tell him about his 'nubby little child's penis' as it contrasted to your real man's 'hunk of burning love'. Sorry, I do like the Elvis song and needed to say that! But, really, I could enjoy doing that. For some reason, in the past, he's even been turned on by stuff like that."

"Oh, I would be so proud of your nastiness. That a wife would say that to her own husband. Delightful. And you would tell him that when?" He said that last with his head cocked sideways and his eyes fixed on her face. It was as good as any baiting maneuver.

"I will tell him when he tries to put it into my well stretched pussy. How's that for timing?"

"That is a nice filthy thought. But what if he wanted more than his fantasy answer? What if he asked you to actually tell him the truth?"

Her gutsy act came to a screeching halt. She needed to stop and give this some thought. "I, uh, um, er, I could really tell him that I 'really feel that way'. Really."

"But Jaimie, Dave is no longer here. And by the next time that you see him, your pussy will be only for large men. You will only have to tell him how you decided to let me help make it so large. And that it was the proverbial 'done deal'."

She looked down at the large amount of goo between her legs and at her splayed red labia. Then she felt her opening. It was large. One of her fingers could enter without touching either wall of her vagina. She knew that it would close a lot after Arman was gone; still, at the moment, it was a most impressive gaping space. Thinking of Dave's penis, she remembered that he was exactly as wide as two of her fingers. So, Jaimie reached back down to her pussy. This time, she stuck two fingers in her opening. Holding them in the center, neither finger brushed a vaginal wall.

Arman had been watching all these maneuvers and was curious. "What in the world are you thinking Jaimie?"

"Oh, nothing important, just calculating."

"When you are back in the USA, will Dave allow you to find men with large penises?"

"After the way that he has talked about his own fantasies, after his encouragement to work here, and after my income has supported his schooling, he had better. We were swingers back in North Carolina, and he is just going to have to stay with it. He can allow me to find the bigger guys, while he finds a girl with a pussy the size of a small finger." She could not help but laugh after saying that last nasty remark. "Anyway, don't worry about that USA future domestic life. Worry about over here and now. Like, how often will you be dropping by to fuck me?" Jaimie was flashing a very broad smile.

The realization that he had a committed nasty little sex partner produced a satisfied smile on his face. "Sooner than I had originally planned. I will try to drop by several times a week for a while."

She looked back down at and reached to feel her damaged pussy. "Uh, if you are able to arrange your visits, at least until I get used to your size, can you arrange them just before my day off? You know, apparently like today was arranged by Kees!"

He patted her head, brushed her cheek, fluffed her slightly squashed hairdo and gently massaged her shoulders. "Yes, how do you say it in the USA? 'You betcha' ?"

As he was leaving, he stopped by the corner of the bed. Jaimie sat there, still reflecting a sort of post fuck shock. She was fairly oozed out, but still rubbing that worn pussy. "At Slechts Groot there are no rules about tipping. I live under those rules." And he handed her 200 guilder ($288 in American dollars of the era).

And for the next two weeks Arman drove 200 miles each way, just to arrive at Aardbei in time to be the last customer before her break day. Each time he gave her 200 guilder more. And, since late into his second visit, he was able to also give her his entire 14.25 inches. The little American beauty was really becoming one of his special harem of resized pussies. Without even much of an eyebrow lift, Jaimie had also let Kees assign her to alternate with Angie for the 10 PM show duties. So, when she wasn't being drilled by one giant penis, she was being drilled in both her pussy and ass by two semi-giant penises! None of this was accidental. It all fit into Kees's plan, to continue to expand Jaimie and her duties even further.

RE: those show duties. Batuu and Utumi enjoyed being inside Jaimie. Her little body jerked, quivered, and visually presented itself in its own special way. And even though, both men were succeeding in making her larger, she still was, of course, tighter than Angie. How long that would continue was hard to say. Kees had her working three shows during every work week. And Jaimie's shows were always 10 to 15 minutes longer than Angie's.

With his zeal about his new found erotic toy, Arman was always at Aardbei on that third day of work. As long as he did that, Kees allowed him to trump any other activity of Jaimie's. By the end of that first two weeks of visiting Jaimie, he had begun to truly fuck Jaimie. That is, smooth complete strokes, sometimes fast, with his full length. Jaimie had already proven herself to be a tough little devil. The amount and intensity of fucking that Jaimie took each week must have been 'up there' with the greatest of 'sluts'. There may have been a few girls somewhere around the world, who fucked more frequently, but there could not have been any girl getting the quality of fucks by such quality penises at any similar frequency. So, as far as standard whoredom, Jaimie was at the top of the game. Of course, someday soon, she would learn that there are non standard ways to get extreme wear and tear.

In the mean time, her fucks with Arman were the most spectacular. Those now regular fucks with very irregular equipment were making the exact changes that Arman had hoped for. Her vagina was feeling silky smooth, and, by the end of each fuck, all stretched out. Almost baggy at that point. He was getting her pussy harem stamped. Frequently during both their orgasms, Jaimie would tear a little more. Then, just as predicted, any lengthwise tears or stretches would heal closer to the new extreme in length. Under standard daily conditions, those areas tended to pull back into a more 'normal' range of length. Her width was different.

Many times it was done accidently and within the distraction of mutual bliss, but still, on such an occasion, her pussy was very forcefully taken to a slightly larger gauge. Such a 'tear' in width was noticeable behind the inner labia - where it both affected her opening's appearance while giving it a more relaxed grip. Simply, it looked bigger and felt bigger to the customer. Her two steady 9 inch guys told her that they noticed her getting more loose. But, once again, with the kinkiness of the Aardbei members, and now the kinkiness of Jaimie's own life, it came out a positive. That is, those two, sort of like Dave did earlier, thought it was quite entertaining to see Jaimie turned into a well used slut. In fact, they derived such erotic stimulation by her over use that they might as well have been Dave's stand-ins. Stand-ins so turned on by poking a beauty, who now was getting high quality mileage, that they even encouraged her to see Arman more often! It was quite evident that those two 9 inchers represented the same type of crowd that still loved to screw around with Angie. Jaimie really needed no such encouragement. Their physical documentation merely proved that she was being successful at her new perverse goal of meeting as many quality equipped men as she could. And she meant up close and very personal. Jaimie had become obsessive about obtaining the biggest most solid mating connections, preferably a connection that would extend through a good fraction of her body. She would never ridicule the men with small or medium sized penises. And the exposure to excessively large penises and an excessive frequency of fucks was not originally her choice. But, by this point into her brothel career, she would have to be called one of the all time size queens. Like most humans, she had no thoughts of literally backing off on what had become a pleasurable addiction. Her only choice was onward, forward, and right down her one way street of overload desires. For Jaimie now had 'big' expectations.

Everyday of every week, Jaimie tried to continue an otherwise sensible routine of activities that needed to be done during the daytime.

Long runs, dancing, and, of course, any local travel and shopping all got done long before her evenings. Then her world transformed back into what all organized religions would define as sin. Even pompous religious leaders, who do their own well hidden, would admit that Jaimie was high quality sin. After 9 PM, she became calm within a world of pure sexuality. Her Aardbei world was always a wondrous sequence of all the various types of fucks. And Jaimie still loved all the sexual activities. Rather than diminish, the increased frequency and increased perversion only seemed to increase her interest in sex. At the same time, her old puritanical upbringing in the USA did become a very twisted reference, by really making her feel guilty. But the guilt now was only that she was having such a great time doing her job, while others in the world might not be enjoying their jobs.