The floods in Colorado in the fall of 2013 caused devastating losses thought to exceed two billion dollars. It rained for several days and the water accumulated in the mountain foothills and eventually came roaring out of the valleys and canyons in historically-destructive swollen creeks and streams. Roads were completely washed away in many places and the landscape was changed by the sand, rocks, and debris that were moved by the flood waters. My husband and I live in one of those valleys but were spared the worst of the flood.We live in a modern, log home built in an isolated canyon. Our property is about one hundred yards from the nearest creek, and at an elevation of fifty feet above the normal high-water level. We have no close neighbors and are pretty much self-sufficient with a well-stocked food cellar, plenty of firewood, and an emergency diesel generator for power. We also have well water and satellite service for television and internet access. We were well provisioned and comfortable during the emergency, even though all the access roads out of the canyon were washed away.My name is Leah, and my husband, Ed, and I have daughter who was five months old at the time of this story. I was still nursing our daughter, and we were trying to get me pregnant again. Ed was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-six. He’s a mechanical engineer and was fortunate to be able to convince his employer to allow him to work from home most of time, only having to drive down the mountain to his office two or three days a month.I’m a registered nurse who works in a small clinic in the closest town. I was on extended maternity leave at the time of the flood. We own our home free and clear and enjoy our isolated life in the mountains. Our frugal lifestyle allows us to live very comfortably on Ed’s salary.This story is primarily about our experiences with a man that we rescued from the flood-swollen creek. But it is important to the narrative for me to first digress and explain my history. Then you will be able to understand how our somewhat unusual sexual habits contributed to the situation.My childhood was normal, and I only realized during the summer before my junior year in high school that, compared to other girls, I have unusually large genitalia. My mother certainly lectured me about the evils of premarital sex, but she was also realistic about teenage sexual practices. That was especially true since I’m blessed with a pretty face and nice D-cup breasts on my five feet and three inches tall and one-hundred-and-ten-pound body. Mom took me to her gynecologist right after my sixteenth birthday for a check-up and to get a prescription for birth control pills.It was embarrassing having the doctor between my legs probing my pussy, and it felt like she spent more time than necessary pushing her instrument very deeply into my vagina. After it was over she had me get dressed so we could talk.She said, “Everything looks good and I don’t see any problems. But I do need to make you aware of something. There is naturally a lot of variation in the depth of women’s vaginas. When not aroused, they can range in length from about three to five inches. But most are less than four inches. And vaginal diameters can be from about one inch to maybe two inches, with most a little over one inch. But vaginas are very elastic. When sexually aroused, they can expand to from five to eight inches in depth and two to at most three inches in diameter.”I was starting to freak out a little as she continued, “According to my measurements, your vagina is about seven inches deep and two inches in diameter. When aroused, it will likely expand to at least twelve inches deep and three inches or more in diameter. The size of a vagina is not necessarily proportional to the size of a woman. Though, it is a little extraordinary for a petite girl like you to have such a big one. Your vulva is also about fifty percent longer than average and your labia majora, your outer lips, are prominent and protrude even when not aroused.”Tears were flowing down my face as I asked, “What does that make me, some kind of freak or something?”She placed her hand on my shoulder to comfort me and said, “No, Leah, you are definitely not a freak. You just happen to have larger than average genitalia. When you do become sexually active, and I’m certainly almanbahis şikayet not encouraging you to do so anytime soon, it’s just that it will be more pleasurable for you if you are with a boy or man who is well-endowed.”I had a lot of friends and was popular with the boys in high school. But it still took me a long time to overcome being self-conscious about my larger vulva. Some of the girls stared at my labia in the shower after gym class, but none of them said anything or gossiped about it. I didn’t let any boys get into my pants until my senior year, but I was eventually fucked by a boy with a six-inch cock. It wasn’t that enjoyable for me, but he was happy to get into any wet pussy, even if it was a little loose. I then understood what the doctor was saying about finding well-endowed boys.After high school I attended a community college studying nursing, so I would be qualified to take the exam to be a registered nurse. I was able to date a few boys who had seven and eight-inch cocks that are of average thickness. It was more enjoyable fucking them than the boy in high school, but I still yearned to find boys with larger cocks. By the time I graduated, I realized that really large cocks are few and far between.Jobs were hard to find in the city at that time. I ended up with working as a nurse in a small clinic in the mountain town near where we live now. That’s where I met my husband Ed. He lived in an apartment in town and commuted down to the high-tech company where he worked as an engineer.He came into the clinic one Saturday after getting a bad cut on his hand while working on his car. We hit it off immediately. He showed me a lot of respect and didn’t try to fuck me until after we had been dating for several months. By that time, we were hopelessly in love. So, it didn’t bother me that he has an average five-and-a-half-inch-dick which is also of average thickness.Ed always makes up for his short dick by sucking my pussy both before and after we fuck, and he does shoot big cum loads. He just loves pressing his face into my large and puffy vulva and will suck me for as long as I will let him. We both know that his dick isn’t satisfying to me. Over time he started bringing home dildos that he uses on me and I also masturbate myself with them when he isn’t home.We moved in together in his apartment three months after we started dating and we were married six months later. We stayed there for another four years while saving every penny to purchase our property and log home in the canyon. I was always sexually satisfied, either by the dildos or Ed sucking my pussy. I sometimes didn’t think too much about whether he was being satisfied. But one night I came home earlier than usual from the night shift at the clinic and found out that I had been neglecting his needs.Ed didn’t hear me when I came in because he was in the bedroom with the television playing loudly. We were both surprised when I walked into the room and caught him watching a porn video and stroking his dick with one of those clear, silicone masturbation sleeves that’s about six inches long. The video showed a white man fucking a petite white woman, and his cock had to be eleven or twelve inches long and almost seven inches in circumference.Ed’s face turned red and he was obviously embarrassed being caught masturbating. He looked at me and said, “I’m so sorry that you found me like this, honey. I didn’t want you to know that I was using this sleeve to masturbate. Sometimes I just need to feel some tightness around my dick.”I stood there quietly for a few moments as he continued to slowly stroke himself. I really wasn’t mad or upset and just wanted to understand what was going on, so I said, “No problem, honey, since goodness knows I use my dildos a lot. But why are you watching that video? Are you fantasizing that you’re the man in the video fucking the woman? Or, are you imagining that another man is fucking me?”His face got red again as he said, “I have to admit that I am fantasizing about another man with a big cock fucking you. I know that we would never do that. It just turns me on so much thinking about it since I know that my little dick doesn’t satisfy you.”I was surprised that he was fantasizing about me fucking another man. I wanted to find a way to stimulate him even more and to enhance his fantasy, almanbahis canlı casino while also involving me. So, I started removing my nurse uniform and lied a little saying, “Damn, honey, I’ve also fantasized about a big-cocked man fucking me when using my dildos. Maybe there’s a way for both of us to enhance our desires. I’ve never seen one of those sleeves before. But it looks like it might be just the right size to push into my pussy. Let’s see if it will fit into me and you can fuck me while wearing it.”Ed smiled and moved over in the bed to make room for me. I laid down next to him and spread my legs as wide as I could as he moved on top of me. I reached down to hold my large, plump labia open as he started pressing his dick and that sleeve into me. The outer surface of the sleeve isn’t made for that purpose, but I was amazed how good it felt squeezing into me.Then Ed started stroking into the sleeve. It was tight for him but still well lubricated. I could tell from the look on his face that that was the first time he was able to experience what it feels like to fuck a tight pussy since before we started dating. The fullness in my vagina felt wonderful. But the sleeve wasn’t moving enough in me to give me the sensation of being fucked, and it’s too short to fill me completely.It was a delicate balance for Ed to have enough lubrication to fuck the sleeve, but to still provide enough friction to let the sleeve slide back and forth in my pussy. The thickness was stimulating me, though and I was just having my orgasm when Ed’s cock exploded and he flooded my pussy with his cum.He immediately pulled out of me and moved down to suck his cum from my pussy. Then he said, “That was so good fucking you that way. I have to admit that I was imagining that I was the guy in that video fucking you. I’d like for us to be able to keep doing this honey. We need to experiment with different sleeves and dildos to find a better fuck sleeve for both of us.”Ed is very handy with tools and his background as an engineer gave him insight into the materials used in the dildos. We started by shopping online to see if anyone was already making a product that would work as both a dildo and a masturbation sleeve. None were available. So, we ordered some dildos made of elastomer material that has the look and feel of real cock skin and are also firm and heavy.The one that I liked the most is twelve inches long, and about seven inches in circumference, and happened to be mocha in color. Then Ed ordered a variety of the silicone masturbation sleeves and experimented with hollowing out the dildo to allow him to glue the sleeves inside it. He even hollowed the dildo all the way to the tip so his cum could spray into my pussy through the dildo.After he found a dildo that ‘s the right size and shape on the outside, while still allowing a sleeve on the inside, he added a ball ring to the base of it to hold it loosely in place while we fucked with it. Then we experimented with right type and amount of lubrication to use to give his dick the most realistic feeling in the sleeve, while allowing the outer dildo to move properly in my very wet and oversized vagina.The final design allows the dildo to slide back from the elasticity of the ball ring when he pulls out. Then he pushes the dildo back into me as he pushes his dick back into the sleeve. That’s like using a strap-on dildo except that it also allows his dick to slide inside of it and be stimulated.That new, twelve inch, combination dildo and masturbation sleeve has been an amazing enhancement to our sex life. It became routine for us to fantasize that he’s a stranger fucking me, and also that he’s eating another man’s semen and sperm from my pussy. I didn’t really understand Ed’s attraction to the fantasy of eating cum, but he really got off on it. For the first time ever, I was getting my large vagina almost completely filled with the fake cock. And Ed was getting the almost-realistic feeling of fucking me as if I have a normal-sized vagina.So now back to more recent times in the story. We had been in our new home for only about six months at the time of the flood. Our family was home at the time the heavy rains started. We weren’t that concerned since previous heavy rains had not caused serious floods. We were comfortable that our preparation almanbahis casino and supplies were sufficient to sustain us for at least six months.The rains began in the evening and we stayed inside until the afternoon of the second full day of rain. We heard the roaring of the creek and decided to bundle up our daughter and walk down the trail to see it. We were amazed to see that the creek, which is normally about fifteen feet wide and three feet deep had swollen to one hundred feet wide and twelve feet higher than the normal high-water level. There were trees and parts of cabins rushing down the creek and many of the trees adjacent to the creek were either leaning over or totally swept away.We walked up and down the creek a little way, and Ed spotted what looked to be a man lying in the rocks and partially submerged in the water. We got closer and realized that it was a large black man wearing jeans and a flannel shirt that had been ripped and torn by the debris in the creek. He was moaning and only barely breathing and had scrapes and bruises all over his body, at least the parts that we could see.Ed looked at him closely and said, “That looks like Black Mountain Jack. He’s a local legend in this area and he has, or at least did have, a cabin about a half mile upstream from here.”I knew that we had to get him out of the cold water, but I took a moment to ask Ed, “What’s that about him being a local legend? I’ve never heard of him.”Ed smiled and said, “He’s about forty-five years old and you can see that he is big a man, at six feet and four inches tall and probably two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle. He inherited his cabin, which is only a few feet above the normal high-water level of the creek. He works odd jobs as a lumber jack and miner, or anything else he can find to make a little money. He’s pretty much a recluse and seldom goes into town. But when he does go to the tavern looking for women, the men usually try to fight with him to show how tough they are. Of course, Jack always kicks their asses. He’s mainly a mild-mannered and gentle guy, until people fuck with him.He paused for a moment and chuckled to himself before continuing, “Jack is a mystery to most of the folks just because he’s the only black man in this mostly-white area. And the main reason he is a legend is because of his cock. Rumor has it that he has never been able to satisfactorily fuck the strippers at the tavern, because his cock is too large. But once he gets in the room with them and becomes aroused, it’s hard for him to calm back down and leave them alone. I heard that he has almost injured a couple of the girls with that thing.”I have to admit to being more than a little interested in Jack’s legend. At that moment though, it was important to get him out of the cold creek and up to our cabin. So, Ed and I struggled to pull him out of the water as gently as possible. Then the baby and I stayed with him while Ed went back to our home to get the wheelbarrow. There’s no way we could move his dead weight back to the house without rolling him.We finally got him back home and placed him in the bathtub. I knew from my nurse’s training that we needed to keep him dry as well as warm. But after being in that contaminated creek, with all those cuts, scrapes and contusions, I was worried about his wounds getting infected from the bacteria and other contaminates in the water.Jack was barely conscious as Ed helped me remove his tattered clothes. When we removed Jack’s pants and underwear, I could hardly believe the size of his cock and balls. Even after being in that cold creek for goodness knows how long, his soft, uncircumcised cock was still eight or nine inches long and about six inches in circumference. His balls are the size of eggs, and hung down five inches, even though they were shriveled up.I gently washed him in warm water with some special anti-bacterial soap from our first-aid kit, being careful with his wounds. Then Ed helped me rinse him and dry him before we treated and bandaged his open wounds and moved him to our spare bedroom. It was obvious that he was suffering from hypothermia. The shivering was a good sign that at least his heat regulation systems were still active. His slow, weak pulse and slow, shallow breathing were some of the signs that he was suffering from hypothermia.We got him into bed, lying somewhat diagonally because of his height, and covered him with extra blankets. Ed threw more wood into our wood stove. I stayed by Jack’s side monitoring his breathing and pulse. After several hours he wasn’t showing much improvement.