You know how sometimes you're sitting around fantasizing about dumb shit you think would make your life better like winning the lottery or being the world's greatest lover? Of course, you do, we all have. But have you really considered what it would look like? What would it REALLY be like to have all of your dreams come true?
There's no genie in the story and I have no explanation for how it happened to me, but I got my three wishes... five actually. At least I think it was five. Fuck, I don't even know. It doesn't matter. Whatever it was, it nearly killed me.
"I feel like your dick got bigger."
"What?" I choked, spewing half of a mouthful of oatmeal across the table.
Nikki stared at me in earnest from behind her cup of coffee across the kitchen.
"Yeah. It's weird. You really hurt me this morning. We've been fucking for what, three months? Remember that time at Bret's party, in his room? You fucked the shit out of me and it didn't hurt like this morning. You didn't feel yourself bottoming out?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I've bottomed out before."
"No, no you haven't."
That's how it started. My little fuck buddy Nikki said my dick got bigger. I rolled my eyes at the time, but her suspicions were confirmed a few weeks later.
It had been a little more than a year since we had broken up when I ran into my ex-fiancé, Kim. She damn near bowled me over coming out of a shop as I made my way down the sidewalk to the dry cleaners. Man, she looked good. To my dismay her petite little body was still fucking rockin' under her skin tight grey yoga pants and lime green sports bra. Fresh from the gym grabbing a smoothie, her face lit up and her jet-black pony tail swayed as she greeted me. Her olive-toned skin glistened against her pure white smile as she spoke and despite the stale slickness of dried sweat on her face, without a drop of make-up, she was still perfect.
"Jacob fucking Stansell. How in the hell are you?"
"Oh shit, hey Kim. I've been good, how about you?"
"Can't complain. What are you out here getting into?"
"Just picking up some shirts from the cleaners."
"I thought you moved to Lake Park?"
"I did. I'm back over here now. Traffic on that side of town was a nightmare and all my friends are still over here. So, when my lease came up, I decided to move back here."
"Oh, I thought you wanted to be closer to me" she smiled.
"Let's not do that."
"Sorry, I know. Bad joke. I know it didn't end well, and I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but I do miss you."
I took a deep breath, sighing loudly.
Her face sank. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's not fair."
"It's fine. Honestly, you were right. It wasn't going to work. We don't want the same things. I'm over it. I mean, I do miss you too, but I know it's what's right for both of us."
"Ugh, heavy conversation for a Saturday afternoon in front of Planet fucking Smoothie."
"Ok, well, I'll let you go. You take care of yourself."
"Yeah, ok. Take care."
I felt her staring as I walked away, my yearlong heartbreak fading as I realized my words weren't totally hollow. I actually was over her. She really was right. Outside of sex and partying, we were incompatible. We wanted none of the same things with our lives, our future, and were better off friends -- at best. Resisting the urge to look back, I made my way to the cleaners.
Ten minutes later I'm back to my car and there's a text message from Kim, "if its not too weird can we be friends?"
Nodding to myself, I sent a thumbs-up emoji and made my way out of the parking lot. A smiley face in return and I just figured that'd be the end of it. Neither one of us wanted to rekindle anything, the past was the past and all that. But a few minutes later she was asking me if I wanted to grab a drink later -- "no pressure no heavy shit just friends." I agreed and she told me to meet her at a little hole in the wall bar called, Red's. A few hours later I was questioning the decision as I made my way to the bar where she was sitting alone, looking absolutely gorgeous.
We spent a couple of hours catching up over a few beers filling each other in on our lives since the breakup. It was nice, friendly, and steered away from dangerous territory. As the hours ticked past, the beers were flowing, and the danger level increased. Loosening up, she made a confession, "I haven't had sex since we broke up."
My heart raced with excitement. There was only one reason she would tell me that and I really, really missed fucking her. We were perfect together. My average cock fit her miniscule pussy in every way and right from the get go we knew exactly how to get each other off. I held my tongue about the half dozen or so women I had been with in that time and played it as cool as I could. Another couple of drinks later and I'm texting Nikki and telling her not to come over later and Kim's following me to my apartment.
We were hot and heavy before I even had the key in the door. She was wrapped completely around my body as I carried her in the door, kicking it shut as I smashed her against the wall, our tongues furiously spinning around deep in each other's mouths. I carried her back to my room, dumping her onto the bed, falling directly on top of her. In a flurry of zippers, buttons, flinging cloth and flying shoes, we rolled around on the bed aggressively enjoying the new feel of an old touch.
She pushed me off of her, gripped my cock and licked my nipple, staring into my eyes. Her brow furrowed at first, then relaxed back into our passion. Kissing down my body my cock strained with anticipation. She licked up my shaft, took the head into her mouth, and sucked as she twisted with her hand. A few slurps and several seconds later, she popped straight up.
"Uh, dude. Your dick is way fucking bigger than I remember."
I laughed, not yet thinking of Nikki's comment over breakfast, "I bet you say that to all your ex-fiancé's."
Any bit of passion in her faded, "No Jake, I'm fucking serious. Did you do something?"
"Do something?"
"Yeah, like a pump or something. I don't know how that shit works."
"I'm pretty sure none of that shit works. Are you just having second thoughts?"
"No, not at all. Sorry, I didn't want to ruin the mood, but this is fucking crazy. Your dick is way thicker. It's longer. I swear to god, it's a lot bigger. We were together for two and a half years. I know your dick. Am I fucking going crazy?"
"I don't know, just seems like my dick. Like it's always been."
I grabbed my softening cock from her hand and began tugging on it, my stomach immediately churning with nerves. It was different. It felt different. Like my dick, but different. As the blood returned and filled my member, I slowly stroked, noticing just how much bigger it was. With Nikki and I fucking every day, I hadn't jerked off in at least a month. I hadn't noticed. It felt crazy big in my hand. Longer, fatter, like it wasn't even mine. Very strange.
"You know what? Maybe it has gotten bigger. I don't know. This is fucking bizarre. Growth spurt?"
"Jake, I don't think guys in their 20's have growth spurts in their dicks."
"Well, are you complaining?"
She giggled, "I mean, I guess not."
She smooths her hair back and returned to my rock-hard pole. I reached down and squeezed her ass, pulling it to me and directing her onto my face. She slurped and bobbed on my newly improved manhood as I licked every inch of her delicate opening, tonguing deeply into the threshold as I breathed in the musk of her womanly secretions. I felt her drool running down my balls as her delicious wetness coated my chin. She sat up, driving her pussy hard against my probing tongue as she pulled hard on my dripping cock. Her moans grew louder as she began to cum, reaching back and pulling my hair while her tight little body quivered through her orgasm on my face.
"Mmm... I missed that," she breathed, spinning off of my face and crawling down the bed next to me.
"I did too. Now sit on that cock, cause fucking you is what I missed the most."
"MmmHmmm," she moaned as we locked eyes and she threw her leg over me, slowly working my head into her sodden pussy. With one knee up she pushed it into her tightness, moving her hips back and forth, working my head in and out slowly, each stroke taking me a little deeper. She dropped her knee down, trembling with her hands pressed hard into my chest as she lowered down onto it completely.
"Whoa, holy shit."
"Yeah, it's been a while... you missed it, huh?" I joked.
She panted, "Yeah, more than that though. It's fucking huge."
"Is it ok?"
"Yeah, it's fucking great. Holy shit. God you feel so good."
She was slowly grinding back and forth, her nails digging into my chest as her head rolled back and she breathed loudly. I could feel my cock bending inside of her, pressing against her depths, filling her as I never filled her before. As she began lifting herself up and down on my enhanced masculinity, her tiny pussy emanated with thick white cream. In seconds, there was a froth built up across my pubis that looked like the head of a perfectly poured beer. Her breath shook as she moaned, falling forward as my hands roamed her body and she took full advantage of my increased length.
"Oh fuck, your cock feels so good."
Her slow deliberate pace began to increase as she breathed into my mouth, nibbling my lips and grabbing me by my ears. I clamped hard on her firm little ass, thumbs digging into the top of her thighs as I slid my legs up under us and began thrusting. In seconds she was screaming, cumming harder than I ever remember, slapping the effervescence between us, and dripping sweat into my eyes. Her impossible tightness clenched my cock so hard that just a moments later, I was exploding inside of her while her perky little handfuls spun above me. She pressed herself hard against me as my cock flexed against her walls. The spurts of my orgasm spilled out between us as she slowly ground me as deep as she could possibly handle.
"Oh my god, Jake. It was always good, but it's NEVER been like that. What the fuck happened?"
"I have no idea, but I'm pretty fucking happy it did."
"Yeah, no shit. Don't get me wrong, you always had a nice dick, but wow. It's just... wow."
Kim left that night and we both agreed, while fun, it should probably be a one-time thing. The next morning, I awoke to a text from Nikki asking me about my afternoon plans and wanting to come over for some 'stress relief' before she had to pick up her kids from their father. Making small talk on the couch before we did the deed, pretty much like we always did, she asked why I cancelled the night before and I made the mistake of telling her the truth.
"Kim? Your ex, Kim?"
