“Like what you see?”
She bit her lip. “You’re in better shape than I thought. And your frame is really solid. Maybe this isn’t so crazy.” She stepped forward hesitantly, and reached out to touch his shoulders, pausing before she made contact. “May I?” she asked, looking up into his eyes. He nodded, and she put her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the muscle there. He could feel her breath on his chest. “Yeah, you’ve definitely got nice muscles.”
She ran a finger through his chest hair, then followed the trail down to his belly button. “Your chest hair’s ideal, enough to be masculine, but not overwhelming.” She moved her hands over his stomach. “Nice abs.”
She paused again, then knelt down, running her hands up each leg until she got to his boxers. “And nice legs. That’ll be good, the kid will be able to bike with us.” He had been slowly hardening as she ran her hands over his body, and she looked up, surprised to see his cock tenting his underwear in front of her face. She paused for a second, looked up at him briefly, then, almost to herself, said, “Wow. Sizable cock, too. That’ll…get really deep. Which will get the sperm closer.”
She stared at it hanging in front of her face, then gently reached out and slowly ran the tip of her fingers along his length. “Fuck,” she whispered, holding her breath. “That’s even bigger than it looks.”
She looked up at him, struggling to revert back to her persona of mild disdain. “Frankly, I’m worried that your cock might be too big for my wife. Kristina’s not good at saying no–she would probably still try to fuck you, even if your cock was too big for her to handle.” He struggled not to laugh as she turned her attention back to his dick, pushing the fabric of his boxers against it to try and get a better look. “Hm,” she muttered, wrapping her hand around it. “And then…” she put her palms on each side of his clothed dick, and ran her hands down his shaft, slowly, trying to gauge the length. She grabbed his clothed cock with her right hand, and absent-mindedly stroked it as she concentrated, a look of determination on her face.
Noticing what she was doing, she cleared her throat, and looked up at him. “It’s about seven inches long, right? And six around?”
He looked at her in amusement. “You could’ve just asked, you know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like I’m going to believe a man’s answer to that.”
“Believe what you want,” he told her, “but I’m eight inches long, and about seven around.”
She shook her head. “I doubt that. That’s just unreasonable. I trust my number.”
He affected a look of sympathy, and shrugged. “Maybe the boxers got in the way?” he suggested.
She bobbled her head side to side, considering. “That’s possible.” She sighed, looking at his dick and biting her lip. “Guess I will have to see your cock today.” She put her hands on his waistband, then paused, looking up at him with a businesslike expression on her face. “May I?”
He nodded, trying hard not to laugh, and she slowly pulled his boxers down, letting out a little grunt of surprise as his cock sprang free, bobbing in front of her face. She pushed his unkempt pubes back from his shaft, and got under his cock, looking up and down the full length. “Hm. That does look bigger without the boxers.”
“Told you.”
She ignored him, looking concerned and slightly flushed. “This really might be too big.”
“If it’s any consolation,” he told her, “most women are able to take it just fine. They enjoy it, even. I’m sure Kristina wouldn’t be any different.”
She sighed again. “Kristina’s better than the sorts of girls you bring home. Well, at least you don’t look like you’ve got any STDs. Little surprised by that.”
“I get tested pretty frequently.”
“Good. We’re going to need a clean one before–if you fuck Kristina.”
She had been staring at his cock the whole time, and she gently reached out and cupped his balls. “These are nice, too. Lots of testosterone. Lots of sperm production.”
She brought her other hand to his shaft, gently stroking it. “God, this is just so big…”
She trailed off, still stroking him and fondling his balls, staring at his cock. He cleared his throat, and she came to, taking her hands off his cock and standing up in a rush.
“Do I pass?” Her eyes were locked on his dick. “Jenn?”
She coughed, and looked him in the face, angrily. “Why do you want to do this, Aaron?”
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Why are you so eager to ‘help?'”
“I… care about you two. I want to help Kristina get pregnant.”
She pursed her lips. “That’s it? Are you sure this isn’t some fetish of yours? Sure you don’t just want to fill my wife with cum while I watch? Take my woman from me?”
His dick twitched a little. “I’m not sure what you want me to say. I definitely don’t want to hurt either one of you.”
She was visibly angry. “Kristina, for some reason, really wants you to be our donor. She keeps talking about how perfect you would be. And I can’t come up with any reason to argue.” She crossed her arms. “Except that I don’t want you to fuck my wife!”
He took a step back, a little nervous, and Jenn stepped forward and grabbed his cock. “So here’s what I’m going to offer you. Fuck me, once. Get your rocks off, have your fantasy. Tell all your friends you banged a lesbian. Then tell Kristina you’ve had second thoughts. Tell her you can’t go through with it.” He looked into her eyes, and saw anger masking nervousness. “What do you say?”
“Maybe,” he told her, glancing at her hand on his cock. “But I need to inspect you, first. Fair’s fair, right?” She hesitated for a second, then pulled off her sweater, revealing small tits sitting atop a flat, muscular stomach. He stepped forward. “God damn, Jenn. Why do you hide that body?.”
“I don’t feel the need to show off.”
He stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders. She looked down, and he slowly moved down to her breasts, gently cupping them. “Hey!” she exclaimed.
“Your nipples are hard,” he told her, gently moving his thumbs over the engorged nubs.
“It’s cold in here,” she deadpanned back.
“And if I warm them up…?” He bent down, gently breathing on her small tits. She exhaled slowly, and he stuck his tongue out, and gently licked one.
She shuddered, then pushed him away. “That’s not an inspection. I think you’ve seen enough.”
“I still haven’t seen your lower half,” he told her.
She sighed. “Fine.” She pulled her jeans down, and stepped out of them. She had on gray, tight fitting panties that fully covered her pussy and ass. Still, he could see strands of blonde pubes poking out from behind the underwear.
“Turn around,” he told her, and she complied, showing a tight, muscular ass, built from hours and hours on her bike. “Nice butt,” he told her.
She wiggled it slightly. “I know.”
“Take off your panties,” he told her, and he could tell she was grimacing. Eyes closed, she forced herself to bring her hands to her waist, and slowly pulled them down, inadvertently giving him an incredible look at her ass and flushed, glistening pussy.
He stepped forward, embracing her from behind, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, his pubes mingling with hers. “Hey!” She exclaimed, and stiffened.