The Bigger They Are

by Jack Allen

  The head of his cock finally fell out, and drooped between his legs like a hose, almost to his knees. But only a drop of cum leaked out from her pussy lips. Had it run out of her already? She sat up. No, it was sloshing around inside her.

  She hopped off the counter. With her feet apart on the cold tile floor, she pushed on her belly below her navel. A flood of cum gushed out of her pussy and ran down the insides of her legs, all the way to her feet.

  “Wow. That’s a lot of cum,” she said.

  He was pulling his pants back up.

  “Yeah. I do that,” he said, like it was an everyday thing for him.

  Allie stared at the cum dripping down her legs. She hoped she didn’t get pregnant. Between the two of these strange men, she would never know which one was the father.

  He smacked her bare ass with the palm of his hand, and she jumped.

  “You’re one hot fuck, babe. Great tits, too,” he said, pointing to her bare chest.

  He opened the door and went out. She let out a sigh. She tucked her heavy boobs back into the bra and pulled her shirt down. She used a handful of tissues to clean the cum from her legs. Her torn panties were still hanging on the edge of the waste basket. She pulled up her jeans. It felt funny to have the rough fabric rub against her bare, sensitive crotch.

  She opened the bathroom door. Outside was a group of people, all staring at her. She tensed. Did they all know what had just happened?

  She pushed through them to the main room, where she finally found Erin.

  “What happened?” she said.

  Allie took a breath. Her face was flushed and warm.

  “Oh my God. It was so fantastic. He was like this,” she said, and held her hands about a foot apart.

  Erin’s mouth fell open.

  “No way. And he fucked you?”

  Allie nodded. “I lost my panties, too.”

  Erin squeezed her hands and both girls laughed out loud. Beside them, another girl was standing with her back to them, talking with two other girls. They stopped laughing when they heard part of their conversation.

  “Can you believe it? I bet that slut didn’t even know that guy,” she said, and the other two girls shook their heads.

  On Monday morning, Allie was late arriving to her debate class. All through the competition preparation, she had trouble focusing her concentration. The mock debates breezed by, and she hardly noticed.

  At the end of class, she was packing her books into her backpack. She had a grin on her face that would not go away, even when Suzette, the teacher’s assistant, walked over to her desk, shaking her head.

  “Allie, I’m so sorry you didn’t make the debate team. What happened? You were so well prepared,” she said.

  Allie let out a sigh. She felt like she could float away.

  “I don’t know. I went to this really wild party, and there was this really loud band, and so many cute guys. I guess I was just distracted.”

  Suzette had a frown on her face.

  “I could never go to one of those wild frat parties.”

  “Why not?” Allie said.

  She zipped up the backpack and slung the strap over her shoulder. Suzette leaned closer and lowered her voice.

  “My girlfriend? She was at that party with her boyfriend, and he’s from out of town? She said that people were doing it right in the bathroom. Can you believe it?” she said.

  Allie made a horrified look on her face, and covered her open mouth with her hand.

  “Oh my God. No, I don’t believe it,” she said, and tried not to laugh.

  Suzette nodded, looking straight into her eyes.

  “She said she and her boyfriend witnessed a girl having sex with a professor, right in the bathroom.”

  “Oh my God. He was a professor?” Allie said out loud.

  She repeated it in her head. He was a professor? How could she find out what class he taught?

  Suzette was nodding. The look in her eyes was grave.

  “Now she’s afraid he wants to break up with her because she goes to a school with such low morals. Can you believe that?” she said.

  Allie grinned.

  “Give her my phone number. Tell her to have him give me a call. I’ll see if I can change his mind about morals,” she said, and walked out of the classroom.

  She walked with her head up and it felt like her feet barely touched the ground. Now all she had to do was find out what class he taught. She was going to have to change her major to faculty anatomy.

  Tony’s Sex Emporium

  They walked into Tony’s Sex Emporium holding hands. The first thing he noticed was the distinct, acrid odor of marijuana smoke. He hadn’t smelled it since college, and that was more than a few years ago. And there was the sound of heavy metal music, not too loud, but low enough that he couldn’t make out what it was.

  His wife, Jo, walked with her head up, looking very confident and sure of herself, which was more than he could say for himself. She was about five foot six and slim with long black hair and small breasts, but with long, gorgeous legs. Making the decision to go to a sex shop did not make him nervous. However, now that they were actually walking into one, he was feeling very uneasy.

  It was a small shop, and the racks were tall. One whole wall was covered with video boxes, and their covers with the naked women in obscene poses seemed to jump out at them. Along the back wall were the magazines, again mainly with pictures of barely dressed women in obscene poses.

  It was to the right where the racks of sex toys and equipment was displayed. Jo pointed in that direction, and that was where they went.

  Behind the counter was a tall, Arab-looking man with thick, black hair, a square jaw with the shadow of a beard, and long, neatly trimmed sideburns. He didn’t bother to look when they came into the shop. He appeared to be talking with a dark-haired, pale-skinned young woman who was leaning on the end of the counter, except that he hardly seemed to notice her. Dressed as she was in knee-high boots, tight cut-off jean shorts and a cut-off pink tank top shirt that showed her nipples, she was difficult to not notice.

  Jo nudged him with her hand.

  “Don’t stare, David. It’s rude,” she said.

  “I’m not staring. I’m ... checking out the merchandise.”

  “Whatever. Come on. What we came to see is over there,” she said, and pointed to the right, in the direction of the sex toys.

  She pulled his hand and led the way. David allowed himself to be taken in that direction, but he managed one last glance at the young woman at the counter before she was gone from view.

  He had to remind himself that they were there for a reason, and that reason involved a lot of money. This whole new career that Jo had stumbled into made him excited and anxious at the same time, even though he was the one who got her started.

  In one section of the display was a collection of devices that might have been the favorites of Torquemada in his time, somehow modified by today’s standards to bring pleasure and not pain. David stared at them, but for most of the devices and contraptions, it was too difficult to figure out what they were for or how they were to be used.

  The other section of the display was much more obvious, and exactly what they were hoping to find. He and Jo stood side by side, holding hands, staring at the vast array of dildos and vibrators on the wall before them, all in a variety of colors, sizes and ... features.

  “Well ... Which one do you think we should get?” Jo said.

  Her voice was low, as if she was afraid to let anyone else in the shop hear what she was saying.

  David shrugged. The spectacle of it all made him dizzy.

  “I don’t know. What did Tran tell us to expect?”

  Jo sighed.

  “Let’s see. He told us that our client was young and well-connected, and, I don’t remember. What was the term he used?”

  “Well-hung,” David said.

  “Yes. Well-hung. And if I recall correctly, he said to expect our man to be eight inches, at
least,” she said.

  David’s eyebrows went up.

  “Eight inches? That’s a sizeable improvement over the other’s isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure you can handle that? Have you ever been with a man that size?” David said.

  Jo sighed again.

  “No, and no, which is why we’ve come to this place. Now, do you see anything that might suit our purposes?”

  “How about this one? It says it’s eight inches,” David said.

  He selected one of the packages off the rack and held it up for Jo to inspect. Her eyebrows dropped low and she frowned.

  “Do they have one that’s not green, and doesn’t have sparkles?” she said.

  Dave replaced the package on the rack.

  “There’s this one. It’s very life-like,” he said, and held up another package.

  But Jo’s head was shaking.

  “Don’t be ridiculous, David. It’s as big around as ... as an oil can. There’s no way I can get my mouth around that, or anything else for that matter.”

  David turned the package in his hands.

  “It is rather large,” he said.

  “Anything I can help you with?” a man’s deep voice said from behind them.

  They both turned at the same time. The tall, Arab-looking man was standing behind them, with his hands behind his back and his eyebrows arched.

  “Um, yes, well ... We’re looking for a, um ... a, you know ...” Jo said, and held up the package with the life-like dildo, as if she wasn’t able to come up with the words for it.

  The Arab-looking man smiled. His teeth were straight and perfect.

  “My name is Tony. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” he said.

  He looked at David, as if he preferred that he respond to his questions. David, though, was staring at Jo. He blinked, and still could not take his eyes off of her. What was happening? He’d never seen her stutter or be at a loss for words. Was she losing her cool?

  Jo frowned.

  “Well, no. I can’t say ... anything in particular, you see ... I have, well, we have this ... acquaintance, you see ...” she tried to say.

  Tony nodded as he listened, but looked terribly confused.

  David took the life-like dildo from Jo’s hands and replaced it on the display. She stared at him like she hadn’t imagined that was possible.

  “We have a friend who has made an unusual request. He would like Jo to deep throat his penis, and so we need to learn how,” he said.

  Jo glared at him like she was trying to shoot him with daggers from her eyes. Her jaw was clenched.

  Tony touched his index finger to his lips.

  “And do you know the dimensions of your friend’s cock?” he said.

  David felt a shiver up his spine. He had never heard anyone talk to his wife with such bold words. It gave him a thrill.

  “We, um, I mean to say, I haven’t ... actually seen his ... yet,” Jo said, gesticulating with her hands as if they might form the words she was afraid to speak.

  David cleared his throat. Tony’s eyes turned to him from his wife’s frantic hands.

  “We’ve been assured that he’s no less than eight inches,” he said.

  “So does that mean he could be bigger?” Tony said.

  David and Jo looked at each other. Her mouth hung open. That had never occurred to him, either. What if he was bigger?

  Jo’s head shook.

  “I hope to God he’s not bigger than that. There’s no way. Not like that,” she said.

  David watched her face. There was a faint tone of panic in her voice.

  Tony reached past them for one of the packages on the display.

  “I’ve found that a woman can have amazing abilities, especially when she’s in a heightened state of arousal,” he said.

  He opened the package of another life-like dildo, not quite as thick, but definitely longer than eight inches. He handed it to Jo.

  “Go ahead. Feel it,” he said.

  She hesitated a moment before she held out her hand, and he dropped the dildo into it. Her eyes flashed wider, and her nostrils flared. She held it with both hands and ran her fingers along its length. Her face flushed.

  Tony was nodding, and he had a big grin on his face. David would have grinned as well, but he was more concerned about concealing the growing bulge in the front of his slacks.

  “You like it, don’t you?” Tony said.

  His eyes were on Jo’s face, and she was gazing back at him.

  “Yes. It’s ... It’s ...” she started to say.

  “Try it out. Don’t be shy,” Tony said, and pointed to the dildo.

  David nodded his head rapidly. He wanted to emphasize Tony’s words. Try it out. For God’s sake, try it out.

  Jo watched both of them out of the corner of her eye. David was holding his breath. This was usually the point where she took charge of situations like she always did, the point where he always wound up disappointed.

  This time, though, she didn’t say anything in that take-charge, authoritative tone that she used with him. This time, she glanced to her right, toward the entrance of the shop.

  “Ok. All right. We’ll just give it a try,” she said.

  She turned so her back was to the door, so only the two of them, Tony and David, could see what she was doing. She raised the dildo, holding it in both hands. The tip, or head, or end, grazed her red lips. She opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out, and pushed the dildo in.

  David groaned, and bit the inside of his cheek. His knees felt weak. It never failed to be the most incredible sight, to see another man’s cock in his wife’s mouth, even if it was fake.

  Her eyes were on them, moving back and forth between Tony and David. She worked several inches of the long dildo into her mouth, sliding it back and forth between her lips. David closed his eyes and squeezed his hands into fists, hoping he didn’t pass out right there.

  “How deep can you take it?” Tony said.

  Jo looked straight at him and blinked. She tried to say something, but all that came out around the thick dildo was an unintelligible mumble.

  She turned her head up, as if to get a better angle for the dildo to go down her throat. Holding the end with both hands, high in the air, she pushed it even deeper into her mouth, until she struggled with it and started to gag. She quickly pulled it out of her mouth and coughed.

  “I don’t think it’s going to be that easy,” David said, and reached out to hold his wife’s shoulders.

  Tony had put his hands on his hips.

  “You might have better luck with the real thing,” he said.

  Jo shook her head. She had saliva running down her chin, and wiped it away with the back of her hand.

  “I have to learn how to do it before my ... appointment,” she said.

  “I’ll tell you what. You can practice on me,” Tony said.

  “What?” David said.

  Tony’s hand reached down and rubbed the front of his slacks. David and Jo looked down at his hand at the same time. David’s mouth fell open. His hand rubbed an enormous, long, thick bulge that hung down the leg of his slacks, almost to his knee.

  David looked at Jo. Her eyes looked horrified. Her head was shaking.

  “If you can handle me, you can handle anyone,” Tony said.

  “I-I don’t think so,” Jo said.

  She was staring at that long bulge. Her face was pale. David licked his lips. This opportunity was too good to pass up. What was he going to have to do to see his wife with a cock that size in her mouth?

  Jo’s head shook faster.

  “No ... No. There’s no way,” she said.

  David touched her arm.

  “Maybe we should try it. I think it would be helpful to have someone who can show us how,” he said.

  Tony stepped up to Jo and touched her cheek. She looked up to his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was low and soft, as if David wasn’t even there.
/>   “Don’t be frightened, baby. It looks more intimidating that it really is,” he said.

  As he talked, he took her hand and moved it down over the front of his slacks, right over the bulge of his erection. He held her hand there for a few seconds, and when he took his hand away, she continued to rub it on her own.

  Tony glanced over at David, and there was a faint smile on his face. David smiled back, and his head nodded, very slightly.

  Tony took Jo’s hand again, and led her away from the display of dildos and vibrators.

  “Come on. Let me introduce you to my friend. What’s your name again?” he said.

  “Jo.”

  “Jo. Good. Come on with me.”

  David remained in his spot with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head. This was too good to be true. He didn’t want to miss it.

  He followed them to the front of the shop. Tony led Jo to the end of the counter, where the dark-haired young woman was sitting. Her name was Angel. Tony explained the whole situation to her. She sat back on her stool, with one foot on the floor and one foot on one of the rungs. She looked Jo from her head to her feet, and back up again. She shrugged.

  “Sure. Whatever,” she said, and got off the stool.

  Tony shut off the Open sign and locked the front door, and they all followed him to the office at the back of the shop. David brought up the rear, behind the dark-haired girl, whose name was Phyllis. The way her ass moved side to side in her tight shorts made him grin. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it was going to be good.

  Inside the office, Tony closed the door. Phyllis was chewing gum, and it cracked loudly in the small room. She put one hand on her hip and pushed that hip way out to the side.

  “Let me get this straight. You want me to show this broad how to give head?” she said, and pointed a long, painted nail at Jo.

  Tony stood by his desk and started to unbuckle his pants.

  “Not just give head. How to deep throat a long cock,” he said.