by Danielle Lux
However, even though he’d broken our little girl’s heart, I would always be grateful to James. Grateful that he introduced Barry and I to a new lifestyle. A lifestyle of endless possibilities — and amazing sex.
Length vs Girth
“Length,” said Claire, taking another sip of wine. “Definitely length. I want a man who can reach the places that others can’t.”
“No, it's all about the girth,” said Sally. “There's nothing better than a nice fat dick.”
Claire turned to me. “What about you, Linda?”
“Oh, I don't mind really,” I said, trying to avoid the subject.
“C’mon” said Claire. “You must have a preference?”
The truth was I didn't think I'd experienced either a lengthy or a girthy penis before. I'd only had sex with three men, and none of them had seemed particularly large. Not that I had much to compare them to.
“I think… size doesn't matter.” I said, hoping that would put an end to the conversation.
Sally and Claire burst out laughing.
“Come on Linda,” said Sally. “That's a lie you tell little-dick men to make them feel better. You can tell us the truth.”
Thankfully Brad and Joe chose that moment to return to the table with the drinks.
We were out celebrating after a particularly good month of sales. Our boss Angela had taken us for a night on the town with the company credit card. She’d left over an hour ago — “I'm too old to drink as much as you young people anymore!” — but she'd left the credit card, and the five of us had wasted no time in getting round after round of cocktails and shots.
“What about you, Brad?” Sally asked drunkenly. “Are you a girthy boy, a lengthy boy, or,” she held her little finger up, “a little teenie-weenie boy?” She laughed hysterically, grabbing a cocktail from Brad and taking a huge gulp.
Brad laughed. “Wow, ok. If you must know, I'm told that girth’s my strong suit,” he said. “Let's just say I got lucky.”
I was inclined to believe him. Brad was tall — almost seven foot — and muscled like an adonis, thanks to his love of sports. I'd always had a crush on him, and often daydreamed about running my fingers through his jet black hair and big bushy beard.
“I don't believe you,” slurred Claire, “I reckon you've got a pencil dick.” She held up a plastic straw, waving it mockingly.
“Well you're welcome to have a feel,” said Brad. He was drunk too — we all were — and I could see from his grin that he was enjoying the direction the conversation was taking.
Claire didn't need telling twice. She reached a hand out and grabbed his crotch.
“Holy shit!” Laughed Joe, handing cocktails to me and Sally, and sitting down at the table.
“Shut up,” said Claire, “I'll be investigating you next.”
She gave Brad’s cock a squeeze. I glanced nervously around the bar, making sure no-one was watching.
“Come on,” said Sally. “Tell us what his dick’s like!”
“Hmm,” Claire gave it another squeeze, “it doesn't feel that… oh, it's growing! Fucking hell! Ooo big boy!”
She laughed and whipped her hand away. Claire and Sally fell about laughing as Brad sat down, a shit-eating-grin on his face.
“You'd like him, Sally,” said Claire, “he got dat girth! Big boy!”
Sally smiled seductively at Brad. “Maybe you could show me later?” she purred. “I've been working with you for two years and you never told me you had a big cock.”
“It never came up,” said Brad smugly.
“Right, don't think I've forgotten about you,” said Claire, turning to Joe, “are you girthy boy too?”
“Actually, I'm more of a length man,” said Joe, grinning.
“I'll be the judge of that,” said Claire, grabbing his crotch under the table. “You're already hard, you naughty boy!
Joe was shorter and less muscled than Brad, but he was incredibly handsome, with emerald green eyes and just the perfect amount of stubble.
Claire gave him a feel as the rest of us waited in suspense. Judging by the smile on Joe’s face, I guessed he must have nothing to worry about.
I looked round the room again, worried that other people would notice what was going on. Claire and Sally were used to drunken nights out like this — well, maybe not exactly like this — but I wasn't used to drinking this much.
“Wait is that…” Claire continued her investigation. “Is that all you? Holy fuck!”
Joe grinned as Claire whipped her hand away.
“You’re huge! Huuuuuuge!”
“You know,” said Brad, maybe we should take this night somewhere more private? I've got tequila at home.”
One drunken bus journey back to Brad’s flat later, we were sitting in his living room drinking. Claire and Joe wasted no getting down to some heavy kissing.
I felt like a fifth wheel. Me, Brad and Sally were talking, but Brad was already feeling up Sally’s thigh.
“Maybe I’ll go,” I said.
“No, it's too late,” said Brad, “stay, stay…”
But then his attention was diverted as Sally started to rub him through his trousers.
“Damn, Claire wasn't lying!” She slurred drunkenly. “You got a big ol’ cock!”
I brought up an app on my phone to call myself a cab. It was going to be 10 minutes.
Brad and Sally were kissing now, and Claire still had her tongue down Joe’s throat. I noticed, with a shock, that Claire had taken Joe’s penis out from his fly and was using a hand to Jack him off. But that wasn't the most shocking thing — the most shocking thing was how long he was.
I'd seen three different penises in person, but none had been anywhere near Joe’s length. Joe’s was almost twice the size of my previous biggest.
I watched, fascinated, as Claire moved her hand up and down his shaft. It was like a snake, there was so much shaft that there was probably room for at least two more hands.
Would they mind if I joined in? I thought, but quickly brushed the notion aside. I knew Sally and Claire had done some kinky things together in the past, but I wasn't that kind of person. I wasn't a prude, but the idea of something like a threesome terrified me.
Claire brought another hand up to help her with Joe’s huge length. I imagined what it would feel like to have that pink python snaking its way inside my pussy. Would it even fit? Or would it just get half way and hit rock bottom?
With five minutes to go until my taxi arrived, I snuck off to use the bathroom. However, once I'd taken my panties off and sat down, I couldn't stop thinking about Joe’s cock. I slipped a finger inside my vagina and rubbed the hood of my clit with my thumb, as I fantasised about what that magnificent member would feel like, buried deep, deep inside me.
Suddenly my phone beeped. I'd lost track of the time: the taxi was here.
I quickly pulled up my panties and skirt and opened the door to find Brad and Sally still kissing, but Claire and Joe had stopped: Claire had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly.
“C’mon baby, wake up,” said Joe, shaking her gently. But Claire was dead to the world.
“Bad luck dude,” said Brad from across the room, as Sally kissed his neck. “Looks like the only action that long-ass dick of yours is getting tonight is the five-finger kind.”
“Ah shit, said Joe. He noticed me standing there and quickly tucked his semi-erect cock (even semi erect it was amazingly long) back into his trousers. “Hey Linda, you ok?”
“I've got a cab outside,” I said. Part of me wanted to leap on Joe and finish what Sally started. I'd always thought he was attractive, but had never had a crush on him like I did on Brad. But ever since seeing how big he was…
No, I told myself, that's the alcohol talking. Plus it wouldn't be fair on Claire
My phone rang — the taxi driver. “I'll be down in a minute,” I said, before hanging up. I walked over to the door.
“See you all on Monday,” I said, addressing the room.
&n
bsp; “See you,” muttered Brad.
“See you babes,” said Sally.
They were both too busy getting off with each other to turn round.
Joe stumbled over to me. I could see the faint outline of his softening cock in his trousers.
“You sure you're ok travelling home?” He asked. “Let me walk you down to your cab at least.”
Joe’s apartment was on the fourth floor. Joe and I took the elevator down.
“Sorry things got a bit heated in there,” Joe said. “Those are the dangers of alcohol.”
I laughed. “Well, I feel we all know each other a lot better now,” I said. “Especially now I've seen your penis.”
I blushed, surprised by my boldness. Joe chuckled.
“Ha, sorry about that.”
“Don't be. It's a very nice penis.”
Joe and I stood there, looking at each other in silence. The doors opened with a PING as we arrived at the ground floor. Wordlessly, Joe pressed the button to close them again. My phone rang. “Sorry to mess you about,” I said, my voice trembling slightly, “but I'm not going to need a taxi after all.”
I hung up.
Joe and I pounced on each other, our hands going everywhere and our tongues in each other’s mouths. I hastily pressed the button for Brad’s floor.
We burst back into the flat in a whirlwind of kissing and touching. Then I noticed Sally: she'd fallen asleep, Brad’s cock in her hand. Brad did not look happy.
Joe laughed. “Sorry Brad, looks like you'll be the one getting five-finger action tonight after all.”
Brad reached a meaty hand down and shook Sally’s head.
“Come on, wake up! I want my dick sucked!”
Sally grunted in response, still fast asleep.
“Come on, let’s go the bedroom,” Joe said, leading me by the hand. But I couldn’t move: I was transfixed by Brad’s dick.
It was as fat as a tin of soup. Fatter, probably. And on top of the plump shaft was an enormous cock head the size of an apple.
Brad laughed.
“Sorry Joe, I think your lady might have her eyes on a bigger prize. Come here Linda, put your mouth around a real man.”
Brad, as confident and arrogant as ever, used a hand to waggle his monster dick at me. It wasn't as long as Joe’s, but i was dumbstruck by his girth. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that inside me. I thought it would probably split me in two.
“Linda knows the truth,” Brad smirked, “girth’s what really counts.”
I looked at Joe. He looked worried — surely he didn't think I'd actually leave him for Brad? Did he really think that little of me? I had a different plan in mind.
I reached down into Joe’s fly. His huge cock was warm and soft, but quickly grew in my hands as I pulled it out. I looked from Joe’s dick to Brad’s: one fat, one long. Which was better, length or girth? I didn't know, but I wanted to find out.
I sat down on the sofa.
“Both of you, take your clothes off.”
Brad and Joe looked at each, confused for a moment, then they both grinned and started pulling their clothes off as fast as they could.
Finally, they were naked. My eyes were naturally drawn to Brad first. I'd always known he had a good body, but seeing it in the flesh was something else entirely. Standing almost a foot taller than Joe, his huge muscular chest and abs were covered in thick black hair. His biceps bulged and his legs were like meaty tree trunks. His fat cock rose up from a thick thatch of black pubes.
Where Brad was hunky and muscular, Joe was lithe and handsome. His body was trim, like an Olympic sprinter His muscles and six pack were tight and well defined, compared to Brad’s beefy, wrestler-style body. He had less body hair, with a sleek smooth chest and a small crop of brown pubes. His cock wasn’t thin — before seeing Brad’s it was the thickest I'd ever seen — but it was nowhere near Brad’s girth. However it was ridiculously long, reaching up way past his belly button.
They both looked gorgeous, and I wanted them both.
“Come closer, both of you,” I said, empowered by some deeply-hidden confidence I never knew I had.
They both stepped forward, smiling. I reached out my hands and grabbed a cock in each. Joe’s I could just about get my fingers round, but with Brad I couldn't even get close.
I felt them both grow in my hands as I slowly jacked them up and down, finally reaching their full sizes. Both boys moaned in approval. Their dicks were warm against my palms and I noticed that both had huge balls. In fact, their balls were practically the same size. Four cum-filled tennis balls that I was determined to drain before the night was through.
I dragged them to the sofa by their penises, making them sit either side of me. Still holding both cocks, I kissed Joe, our tongues dancing with each other. I felt one of Brad’s meaty dinner plate hands of my shoulder, then he started kissing my neck. The softness of his lips and the slight roughness of his beard sent tingles down my spine.
I turned round and kissed Brad. This was a moment I'd daydreamed about at work for years, and he didn't disappoint. His kissing was more rough and passionate than Joe's. He plunged his tongue deep into my mouth and then sucked on my bottom lip as Joe took over the neck kissing.
Brad started to unbutton my shirt with his meaty fingers. My shirt fell open at the front to reveal my white bra. My breasts weren't as big as Sally’s, but they were a good size for my slender frame. Brad seemed to have no problem with them, diving straight in and kissing my chest. I felt Joe’s hands reach under my shirt at the back and unclasp the bra straps. The white cups fell down, and Brad immediately started sucking a nipple.
I gasped with pleasure as Brad sucked, then — to my delight — Joe came and joined him, sucking the other one. I felt my feet go numb as these two sexy men sucked hungrily on my tits. I could feel wetness between my legs too, and I started jacking their cocks faster.
Hands reached down and starred unbuckling my belt. I looked down and saw it was Joe. My belt lose, he plunged a hand into my skirt, then I felt his warm fingers inside me. I gasped, involuntarily squeezing both cocks tight.
“Careful,” said Brad, “Joe’s only got a thin dick. You might damage it.”
To punish Brad for being arrogant, I decided Joe was going to go first.
I moved both the boys away from my breasts with a gentle shove. My nipples were hard and red and covered in saliva. I took my hand off Brad’s dick, then brought it over to join my other hand on Joe’s. With both my hands on his shaft there was still so much dick left. It was insane.
I lowered my head and started to suck Joe’s length. He gasped as I took the bulbous head in my mouth, then pulled back and lapped at it with tongue.
“Aw come on,” complained Brad, “I need love too!”
I put one of my hands back on Brad’s girthy monster and started pumping again.
I licked slowly down the length of Joe’s long shaft. From the noises he was making, it seemed I was doing a good job.
I gave one of his huge balls a lick as I played with his shaft. I tried to put it in my mouth, but it was far too big to fit.
“I'm going to drain these dry later,” I promised Joe, in a voice that I barely recognised. I moved my hand down from his shaft to feel the weight of his colossal ballbag. Joe’s only response was a loud grunt.
I moved my head and my hand back up to his dick. It was time to give it a proper sucking.
I fit the head of his dick in my mouth easily, and Joe grunted again. But now came the hard part: how would I fit his ludicrous length down my gullet without choking to death?
I moved my lips slowly down him. I got to about four inches down without any problems. One of my previous boyfriends had been about that long, and had insisted I learn to deepthroat him. To be honest it didn't take much “learning” to take that short dick in my throat, but I'd pretended to gag a few times, to make him feel big.
With Joe, gagging was actually a real danger. I slipped my mouth further down, t
aking a couple more inches into my throat, and suddenly I was having trouble breathing. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, taking deep breaths to calm me back down.
“Fuck me, you're long,” I panted.
Joe smiled. “It's ok, you don't have to deepthroat it,” he said, running a reassuring hand through my hair. “You're not in a porno.”
I laughed.
“Fuck that,” I heard Brad say from the other side, “I want you to get all my big boy in your throat. No excuses!”
I turned to look at him, one hand on his cock, the other still on Joe’s.
“And what makes you think I'll be putting anything of yours down my throat?” I asked, smiling evilly. “”If you don't start being nice to me, maybe I won't give you anything at all.”
“Ok, ok, I'll be nice,” said Brad.
“Good,” I replied. “In that case I'll be nice back”
I moved nearer to Brad's cock, still keeping one hand on Joe’s. I ran my tongue across Brad’s apple-sized glans, enjoying watching him squirm.
“Oh shit that feels good,” he said, running one of his huge hands through my hair.
I was just figuring out how I was going to get my jaws around Brad’s fat cock, when I felt him push the back of head. I opened my mouth in surprise, and ended up with a big mouthful of dick.
My lips were stretched so wide around Brad’s girth that I thought my cheeks might split. My eyes watered as Brad pushed my mouth further down his meat pole.
“Hey, stop that!” I heard Joe say. I felt Brad’s hand get pulled away from the back of my head, and Joe gently pulled my head off Brad’s monster dick. It left my lips with a wet SLURP.
Joe wiped the spit from my chin.
“Are you ok, Linda?” He asked, then turned to Brad. “You trying to kill her with that thing?”
“No, it's fine,” I said, my breasts heaving as I got my breath back. “You've both had your turns —”
“My turn wasn't very long,” complained Brad.
