I looked at him in the eyes and just said “everything.”
You can tell Brad now knew it was game on. I think all of the dirty talk was getting him wound up, because the way he was sitting and at 6’5 only so much fits in the tub. You could see his cock getting closer and closer to the surface. Soon It was impossible to ignore and I was staring right at his fat cockhead now clearing the surface.
We had been sitting across from each other the entire time and I decide to slide my way over. As I come up against Brad, I reach under water and feel his cock. As I wrap my fingers around it, I can’t help feeling amazed at how thick it really is. “You have such a huge cock. You know that don’t you?”
Brad replied, “Yes, it would look weird if it wasn’t proportional.” In his defense, he has huge hands, so it probably felt somewhat normal to him.
“Can I ask how big it really is? I am very bad at these things and I feel like I have to know… for science.” We both laughed.
Brad said, “Fine, but this absolutely did not happen, as far as anyone else knows.”
I laughed “Do you think I’d tell Mike about this! It would all be over in minutes.”
“Anyway, back to the question. How big?” I pressed him.
“If you must know, just over 9.5 inches,” he proudly said.
All I could say was “wow.” In my head, the only thing I could think of is the difference between him and Mike. Brad was a full three inches longer.
Noticing my silence, he asks “Ever had one that size?”
I stopped to think, and remembered there being one guy that was big right before she started dating Mike. He was probably 8 inches long, but there was no chance he was as big as Brad. “No,” I replied, “definitely not.” Wanting to know more, I asked “How thick?”
He smiled, “Someone has a ton of questions tonight.”
I laughed and said, “Listen I might as well ask, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“It’s 6.7 around, but who’s counting,” Brad joked.
It made complete sense. He is just about two inches thicker than Mike. “That’s an awfully precise number,” I teased.
Brad came back quickly “Listen, you’re not the first to ask, so I figure give an accurate measurement.”
I guess he was right. I only know Mike’s because he admitted that every guy has measured and he was no different. I was still gripping his fat cock with one hand, and my fingers were not close to touching. It just felt like so much to hold at once.
Brad finally said “Hey listen. What do you say we take this inside? We’ve already come this far, might as well make it worth it.”
I paused for a second, because I knew he was right. I’ve had my hand around his cock for 10 minutes, might as well get the full experience. “Ok sure, let’s do it,” I agreed.
In silence, fully nude, we toweled off outside for a few minutes and then stepped in the kitchen. Looking down, Brad was closer to a fluffed softy. Hanging low and fat, but nowhere near hard. As I stared at what looked like a huge slab of meat, I felt the primal urge to want it inside of me.
He walked me upstairs and we went into his room. I looked outside and could see my office window, a little too close for comfort. I quickly forgot about that as Brad jumped onto the bed. He had his long legs spread wide with his soft cock just laying right in between, over his balls, and laying on the bed. I looked directly into his eyes as I crawled up the foot of the bed, then changing my focus to his cock. I stared right at the fat head that was getting larger by the second, as blood rushed to his cock. It just continued to expand, ending in just an immense object attached to his body. I stared in awe for a few seconds, but then made my way to the top of his cock. I opened my mouth wide to take his entire head in my mouth. I was impressed with myself, but then slowly realize that I could only go so far before things got very tight. I sort of just gagged on his head for a few seconds and then came back up, creating a sloppy mess. Brad looked down at me in pleasure and I decided to go back for more. Overall, while I was giving it a valiant effort, not much was happening. There was simply just too much cock for my mouth. He could tell that I was getting a bit frustrated, “Hey listen. You gave it shot, doesn’t look like its working, all good.”
He turned me over and we switched positions as he went down on me, using a combination of his tongue and fingers. I was orgasming in no time and I feel like he didn’t have to do much, I was all worked up. I whispered to him, “I want you to fuck me,” as I felt a wave of emotion come over me. It was true, there was nothing more that I wanted at that moment than for him to fuck me hard. He got up from my pussy and asked me if he needed to wear a condom and yelled “no” without even thinking. I was on birth control and Brad seemed like a clean guy, I wanted to spare no part of this. He nodded and with his cock in this hand, he slapped my clit with it as it began to harden. The sheer weight of it hitting my pussy made me wince in pleasure, it felt so good.
After a few more loud slaps, it was at full mast, protruding from his body and pointing out and upward. He began to rub the large head around my pussy, as I gladly welcomed him in. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me, or just warming me up, but either way it was working. As I looked down I saw him push forward and felt him move inside me. My pussy lips gripped his cock tight, it felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before. There was just so much of it and it didn’t even look like he made much progress. I felt stretched and at my maximum capacity as he continued to push forward a bit, and then slightly back. With each stroke, he would push further, almost gradually making his way in. With each stroke there was a tinge of both pain and then intense pleasure. I moaned loudly, which is not like me, and my body shuddered in orgasm. I came hard and according to Brad, he was only about half way in.
Brad continued to pump slowly in and out of my pussy, continuing to move further inside of me. With each stroke was this overwhelming sense of fullness, almost as if I was running out of room, which was partially true. I soon felt him tapping on my cervix, which has only happened once before. It was not painful but a different kind of pleasure. Again, I didn’t mind it and Brad looked so hot completely tearing me up and kept complimenting how tight I felt. Brad repositioned himself a bit and somehow going even deeper, which I didn’t know was possible. He brought me to another intense orgasm as I grabbed his nipples. “Almost there,” he said, as he gave it one last push and felt his pubic bone hit mine. I could barely breathe that is how full I felt and just yelled out in pleasure.
Brad seemed to be enjoying it too, now lifting my legs and pumping hard, with his heavy balls slapping my ass. Between the drinks, the joint, and the pleasure I was experiencing, I was in another world. Brad continued to plow my pussy, and the upward curve of his cock would hit me in just the right spot on every stroke. I could tell he was getting ready to bust based on his facial expression and he pushed hard and I felt a tremendous release from inside of me. Brad was shooting his cum all over my insides and I couldn’t be happier. I am not sure what had become of me, but I truly was in heaven. As he pulled out of my pussy, I heard a loud plop from the suction of his cockhead in my pussy. He just rolled over and we just laid there in silence, covered in sweat and cum.
Brad got up and wiped himself off and threw me a towel. As his cock swung extremely large, it was almost hypnotizing. I quickly snapped out of it and cleaned myself up. I tossed on my sundress and looked back at Brad, who was still naked. “Not a person knows about this, do you hear me?” I reminded him.
He looked back at me and smiled, “Of course not.”
I shot him a wink, said goodnight, and saw myself out. I walked back to my house and directly into my shower, as much as I wanted to just fall asleep. I felt like the least I could do is shower off the sex and get into the bed, that I share with my husband, clean. I showered and then fell asleep quickly, completely tired out from a crazy night.
When I woke up the next morning, I could still feel my pussy pulsing. The feeling from the night before just didn’t go away and it was very tender to the touch. As I laid in bed, I thought about a lot, now that I was sober with a slight hangover. I wondered if I would ever be the same again down there? I also decided that I was going to act like it was a tame night over at Brad’s when Mike asks me when he gets home later tonight. I’ve never cheated on him, or anyone for that matter, so I don’t think he will suspect anything. As I was scrolling on my phone, I see a message notification pop up from Brad. I quickly open and greeted with a picture of his hard, fat cock, with his hand at the base. Following, his text said “I know you’ve probably been thinking about this. Thanks for last night.”
Completely in shock that I just got a picture of the cock that was impaling me just hours earlier, I quickly changed his name in my phone and hid the picture. I texted him back with a simple, “so good.” I then deleted the text and decided to start my day.