yes, size really DOES matter!!!
What amuses me is how men worry about size. Let me tell you, I've had both rather small (he hit the G spot with perfection) and very large.
There is such a thing as too large. Oh, yes indeed.
That boyfriend, we'll call D.G. (short for Dear God You've Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me That Thing Won't Fit Inside Me!) D.G. was big.
Way too big.
First, let me state that I was a mere eightteen years old, senior in high school. He was...maybe 26-ish? I liked dating older guys. They had intelligent things to say, unlike the guys my age.
The first time D.G. and I got it on, I was shocked at the size of his dick. I was experienced but,that thing looked more like a weapon than a penis.
D.G. was a strange character, living with his parents, growing magic mushrooms in his room (told his parents they were some other kind of very valuable fungus, you know, trying to start his own business, HA!).
His parents were really weird, specifically his mom. She loved Disney movies, everything Disney. When you are a 5 year old girl, that's adorable. When you're a middle aged woman, that's bordering on schizophrenic. And she could have been the fucking poster child for multiple personalities.
I heard D.G. get in arguments with her a few times (while I was literally hiding in his closet). She was the most vile, foul mouthed nightmare I have possibly ever met. I met her face to face only once. She was a sweet as Cinderella to me. But when she didn't know I was there, she would tell D.G. the most awful things, screaming at the top of her banshee-like lungs.
Once we stopped at his house to grab something while both his parents were at work, and I saw the note she left D.G. on the fridge. It said something about "don't forget blah-blah and don't let that two bit whore in my house." (That would be me, of course.) He just looked at it and handed it to me. "Would you like to leave her a message?" he blandly asked. "Sure!" I brightly replied, and wrote something about wiping myself all over her furniture, or something like that. Maybe something about how I had sex with her son on the kitchen counter. I forget, but it was nasty. It was worth payback, whatever it was. Two faced people piss me off. If you don't like me, just say so. Don't bother with all the niceties, just to call me a whore when I'm not around.
Whew!
The times we did have sex were not enjoyable. I don't know if poor D.G. ever got to finish. It took him forever to just fit the damn thing inside me, much less get to move it at all. Fucking A- it just wasn't working. I usually made him stop.
He would plead, "But you'll get used to it eventually! Your body will stretch!"
I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't WANT to get used to it. It was too damn big , no bull shit, it had to be atleast 14in, if not bigger and insanely thick. And at that age I went through boyfriends like toilet paper. The fact was, I knew we wouldn't be together long, and I was afraid he would stretch me to the point that I would be ruined for any other man. I liked being tight. I did not want to be loose!
He understood, but still lamented. He sighed and told me he couldn't keep a girlfriend because of the size of his dick.
No shit.
I believed him. Honestly, the only thing I could think of him using that cock for was to either do porn or to have sex with women who had just recently had babies. At least they would be stretched enough to enjoy him. But me, no thanks.
I broke it off with him, tight pussy intact, and was greatly relieved. I do wonder, though, what became of him. Did he ever find a girl willing to accommodate him? If he did , there is no way a normal guy can fuck her . it would be like throwing a hotdog down a hall-way.!!!