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Standing near the bar Henrietta surveyed the crowd. Not as large yet as it would be later in the evening, she nevertheless spotted several prospects.
Dating Lance had been a revelation. Well, not so much the dating as the sex. She had found, to her surprise, that bigger was better! She had truly enjoyed the bigger experience that Lance had introduced to her. Now she actively tried to find men that at least approximated what Lance had had to offer. At a true 9 1/2 inches long, his dick was larger than anything she had ever seen before. In fact, Lance was at least twice as large as her ex-fiancee had ever been. She had come to realize that her ex was completely inadequate. What she had thought were orgasms were the merest whisper of the depths of ecstasy she had achieved easily with Lance.
And since she and Lance had agreed to being "friends with benefits", Henrietta {who now preferred to be called Hank when she was out looking for company} had found several men who were almost his equal. And each had provided her with the sexual experiences that she had learned to crave.
When she was on the prowl Hank wore her hair long, the loose curls reaching just below her shoulders, her pouty lips bore a glossy layer of lipstick that highlighted her cock sucking lips. Her sultry eyes, highlighted with expertly applied mascara, promised sinfully good times.
Hank was usually among the most attractive women in any group. But her sultry good looks were not what attracted the gaze of every man in sight. The stunned looks of amazement were the result of her new choices in dress. When she was on the prowl, Hank alway wore what she thought of as her "cock catcher" clothes. Hank knew that she was not always the prettiest girl in the bar. But she was always the most well endowed! No one she had met so far came close to having what she had up front. Her amazing, massively projecting mammaries, enclosed in a 38-Double M cup bra, captivated all the men and even some of the women that stared in amazement at her overly endowed figure. She loved it.
Any time she spotted a potential partner she would pull her shoulders back, inhale deeply, tug her top a little lower to expose more of her cleavage and draw his attention to majestic cleavage. If that didn't work she would approach him and ask him to dance while just brushing her tits against him. That ALWAYS worked!
And tonight would be no different she thought.
Seated at the bar was an interesting looking young man. Skin a bit dark, perhaps Mediterranean, dark eyes that seemed to track everyone in the bar at the same time. She saw him stop and stare at her for a moment before resuming his sweep of the patrons. She thought that he was interested but perhaps a little shy? She could cure that she knew!
Approaching him she tossed out a flirtatious "Buy a lady a drink, sailor?"
"I am not a sailor, ma'am," he replied. "But I would be pleased to offer to pay for your drink." He had an accent, hard to place, but clearly he was not a native. And his eyes were drawn to her low cut sweater, just as planned.
"Well, that's fine then," she slid onto the barstool next to him, allowing her leg to touch his as she did so. For the next few minutes they chatted. He seemed interested in her, allowing his attention to be drawn from her eyes to the much more obvious charms that were being clearly presented by her moderately low cut sweater.
For several minutes they chatted, introducing themselves. Dirk, he called himself.
"Henrietta," she responded. "But call me Hank."
Since he did not seem to be pushy; not the pick up artist that so many men thought they were, she finally suggested that they dance. And on the floor his was the 'sway in one place' sort of dance that did not demand too much but allowed him to enjoy her more vigorous movements. When she adopted a modified 'frug', causing her chest to rise and fall in quick, wavelike motions, he was mesmerized!
And in the slow dance Hank thought she felt some thing incredible between them. She pressed herself to him even more tightly. Her outsized breasts crushed against him as she moved, allowing him to feel how firm she was. He could also feel how hard her nipples were becoming. If he looked down he could see that her breasts were rising up on her chest as she pressed herself closer to him. They threatened to overflow her bra and sweater and flexed again and again as she moved.
Pressing against him as she was she felt a large object stir in his pants. "Oh, wow," she thought to herself. "I may have hit the jackpot!" Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Hank reached down and slid her hand across his groin.
Instead of drawing away, Dirk allowed her to push her hand between them as far as she could reach. And her questing hand could not reach the terminus of his large, tubular appendage!
'Dear God, he's bigger than Lance!' she thought to herself as she laid her head on his shoulder and kept on feeling his expanding shaft as it pulsed under her fingers.
"Um, I think you should be careful, Hank." There was a tremor in his voice. "Do you really want me to cum in my pants? Here? On the dance floor?"
"Oh, honey, no! I want you to come down my throat the first time! Then I'm going to cram this big cock as deep into my little pussy as I can manage! You feel so big. You feel like you have a big dick! Do you have one, Dirk? Do you have a big, long, hard cock?"
"I've been told so," he responded. "Shall we go to your place so you can find out?"
"You read my mind!" she responded as she grabbed his wrist and led him off the dance floor.
Minutes later they were in her car heading toward her house just a few miles away. Her hand was in his lap as she drove. Feeling his shaft as it stretched down his pant leg, she found that he was at least as thick as Lance had ever been and was still not completely hard. She ran her hand from his crotch down along the meaty bulge. Squeezing and stroking she tried to coax him to larger and larger size.
"You really need to be careful", he warned her. "You had me right on the edge when you pressed your huge titties against me at the club. If you keep that up you'll ruin the surprise. And these pants, too"
"Sorry, honey, I can't help myself. You have the biggest cock! I can't wait to get home and put it to good use." Reluctantly she removed her hand and concentrated on her driving.
As soon as they entered her place she was back in his arms, their mouths glued to each other as they kissed deeply. Taking the chance to mash her elephantine bosom to him, she returned her hands to his crotch.
"Darling, I have to see this! It feels so big. So long. Does it get harder?"
"If you keep that up, Hank, I'll get harder. And longer. And bigger!" he promised.
She moaned with arousal as she sank to her knees in front of him. Smiling into his face she skillfully released his belt and zipper allowing his pants to drop to the floor around his ankles.
The tubular bulge still hidden in his boxers pushed outward, the head of his cock just sticking beyond the bottom of his left hem. It seemed as large as a tennis ball, rosy and pick, a drop of pre-cum glistened at its tip.
