Chapter 4
Monica
*Monica:
Well, we both know it isn’t Don.
Monica laid back on her bed, still completely nude, and smirked. She loved insulting Don to Samantha and took the chance to do it often. The jerk deserved it.
*Samantha:
Ha Ha (This is sarcastic laughter, btw)
*M: ….
Is it someone from your job?
:because if it is you know that’s not fair.
:I don’t know all those nerds you work with!
*S:
Nope, he’s not a coworker.
:you’ll have to try harder.
Monica, was in fact trying hard to make a good guess. The problem was that she wasn’t aware that Samantha actually “hung out” with many people outside of work. She didn’t want to bring this up though, because Samantha was a little sensitive about being too devoted to her work. It was something that she clearly regretted, and it was obvious that she was envious of how Monica seemed to always have time for her friends.
After finishing college, Samantha had graduated with her bachelors in “computer programming blah blah blah” and was immediately scooped up by a rapidly growing software company. This was a great thing because Samantha had instantly found job that she enjoyed and that actually paid pretty well considering her limited work experience at the time. Monica, from personal, heart wrenching experience, knew that this was not always the case for recent college graduates. The downside, of course, was that Samantha had pretty much devoted the past six years of her life to this company, and had very few opportunities to spend time with friends. Over those six years many of Samantha’s friends had either moved away or lost touch with her completely. It was something that she was very bitter about; and this was why Monica didn’t like to bring it up.
Which brings up the question: if Samantha is always so busy with work, where did she find time to ogle some guy’s giant dick?
While she was considering this question, Monica texted a few halfhearted guesses: a neighbor, the mail man, her brother, Neal Patrick Harris. Nope. Nope. Ew. Nope. Samantha was clearly having too much fun holding this sexual knowledge over her head. It was time to drop her down a peg.
*Monica:
How do you even know that what you were seeing was actually a big dick?
:Lol. It was probably just average.
:Have you even seen a big one before?
Monica had seen enough penises in her time to have a very good idea about what constituted as being a laughably small, ho-hum average, and surprisingly big within the world of wieners. She had learned from personal experience that when it came to pleasure, the size of the man’s penis didn’t count for everything. She had had great sex with men with average penises, and terrible sex with men with large penises; in her experience size wasn’t a clear indication that the night was going to be “mutually beneficial.” But, having said that, there was something very special about seeing a big one flop out of a man’s pants. Just the sight of a big dick aroused her in a way that she imagined men must feel when they saw her breasts. Monica wouldn’t consider herself a size queen, but she did enjoy the sight and feel of a big dick, especially when it was attached to a skilled lover.
She thought of how inexperienced Samantha was when compared to her. Monica had been with so many different men in terms of race and size, and she was happy to have had that experience. Samantha, on the other hand, had only ever been with Don. Now, to be fair, Monica had never seen Don’s penis, but from a description given to her by Samantha she knew that it wasn’t very big.
And with that thought, an evil smirk crossed her face. She sent another text:
*Monica:
I’m sure any penis looks huge when compared with Don’s tiny pecker.
A few minutes passed without a response and Monica was starting to get nervous that she had crossed some unspoken line. Two knocks on Don’s package in one conversation? That might be a little too much. As she waited for Samantha’s response, she spied her nude form lounging on the bed, from the mirror across the room. She looked like one of those rubenesque women often featured in renaissance paintings. She was lying on her stomach with her round ass in the air and her massive breasts splayed out under her arms. She thought she looked hot.
Right as she was about to send another text, Samantha responded:
*Samantha:
Believe me. It was pretty obvious.
: Even for someone with my limited experience.
: Keep guessing.
*Monica:
I’m more interested in the story of how you saw it.
*S:
That comes later….. after you figure out who this humongous dick belongs to.
: Don’t spoil my fun. (I’ll give you a clue… if you want…
*M:
Before I ask for a clue, let me make sure this dick you saw is really as big as you say it is….
:I’m sending you a pic.
Monica opened the photo folder on her phone, and after several moments of flipping through photos, she came to the one she was looking for. It was a photo of a good-looking man with blond hair, smiling into the camera. That was all background information though, because in the foreground, and the very focal point of the entire photo, was his massive erect dick. His hand was grasped around the base, as if he were holding a trophy that wanted the show off. His fingers just barely touching, was a testament to its girth. As for its length, the rest of his shaft towered above his hand, casting a long shadow across his forearm. It was an impressive sight; one that Monica instantly felt the need to capture for future reference.
His name was Chuck, and he had the biggest dick Monica had ever seen in real life. She had met him a few weeks ago at a club downtown. He looked lonely, so she walked over to talk to him. As they talked, trading stories about why they were both at this club alone, she caught him eyeing her figure. She eyed him right back. And after a soft caress of his hand his hand and soft squeeze of his groin, just like that: he was hers. He was picking up her not-so-subtle clues, and he was very into it.
Monica had played it coy as they drove back to her place. A soft touch here, a gentle kiss there. Nothing more than that, just a little something to keep his temperature rising. But once they got back to her place her demeanor changed completely. This was the part that she loved the most: when she could completely enjoy herself sexually with the man in front of her. It was like a hidden side of her took over, one that was hungry for all that this man could give. She kissed him, hard, and he kissed back, matching her force and enthusiasm in every way. The game they played at the club and on the ride there had worked: they were both completely ready. She could feel his hard dick through his pants, pressing against her hip, just as she could feel the moist hotness forming between her thighs. She tore at his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room, and dropped to her knees. She was going to suck this man’s dick.
Monica remembers tugging at his belt, impatiently trying to free his dick from its prison. She knew from experience that she was amazing at sucking dick, and she was ready to blow this guy’s mind. But, all that experience could not have prepared her for what sprang free from his trousers. She had experienced a lot of different men in her lifetime, and knew what a big dick looked like, and this thing was more than simply big. It was massive. The sight of it actually stopped her in her tracks. One moment she was kneeling there ready to give him the best blowjob of his entire life, and the next she was staring up at his dick, mouth agape, with her eyes filled with a child-like wonder.
Monica actually laughed out loud, more like a giddy squeal really. She couldn’t believe it. This was a legitimate “porn star” dick hovering over her face. Like in the movies! She had never actually seen one this big before and that was saying a lot for a woman of her experience. She had seen dicks that were close to this one in length, but those were usually a little thin for her tastes. This one, on the other hand, had both length and girth. She knew from experience that finding a dick this big, both in terms of length and thickness, was a rarity and wanted to savor it for all it was worth.
Once Monica regained her composure, she sprang up (Chuck let out a soft “Hey!” when he realized that she wasn’t going to immediately blow his dick.) and grabbed her phone. She sat down in front of him and said “Say cheeeese!” She didn’t even ask first before snapping several pics of his massive dong. She didn’t have to, she knew that men loved nothing more than to have the size of their member praised by a pretty girl, and Chuck was no different. He didn’t protest at all, he even smiled for a few of the pictures.
After Monica had snapped enough photos to guarantee that evidence of it was saved for future generations, she tossed her phone, ran over to her desk, opened a drawer and came back with a tape measure. Now, this wasn’t something that she did often, but this was a special occasion. If she was going to fuck this man, she was positive that she wasn’t going to without knowing how big it was first. Penis size to women was like fishing to men: when they traded stories, the specifics of size tended to get a little muddy. When Monica bragged to her friends about the massive dick on this man, (and she would most certainly be doing that as soon as she had a free minute!) she wanted to do so with absolute certainty about its exact size.
“So, how big is it Chuck?” She said with a sexy smile.
“I don’t know. I’ve never measured it before.”
What a load of bullshit, she thought as she smiled at him. Of course he’s measured it before; his dick was the center of his entire universe, just like it was for every other man. Also, Chuck struck her as a man with experience with the ladies, just his kissing technique alone and what he had done with his tongue got her excited to imagine what he could do down between her thighs. If he was banging women on a fairly regular basis, there was no way she was the first woman to snap pictures and measure it. Somewhere out in the ether of the internet, Chuck probably had his own tumblr composed entirely of photos of his slong taken by girls.
Monica dropped to her knees and placed the tape measure where his root met the rest of his body, unfurling the tape measure up along the length.
“Exactly eight and a half inches!” She squealed. This was the closest she had ever gotten to bagging a true blue “double digit dick” She wrapped the tape around his cock to measure the girth. “And a solid six inches around!” She almost felt like a game show host calling his numbers out like that. Although, it was a little silly, Chuck didn’t mind. In fact, he was eating this up.