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They met at the Faculty Mixer. Henrietta an Adjunct Professor of English, Lance the Wide Receivers Coach. Ordinarily neither would have attended but the team had a bye week and her fiancé was out of town on a business trip.
She noticed that while he was of no more than average looks he had a quiet self-confidence that was appealing. He noticed that despite a retro Annie Hall look she had very large breasts. Such are the differences between men and women.
As the afternoon waned they found themselves in discussion. A few glasses of wine had them both feeling warm and comfortable. Somehow the talk became a little risqué. In fact it was she that brought up the topic. Afterward she would never be able to recall how it started.
"Well, Ralph, my fiancé, and I agree that size plays no part in it. The motion of the ocean, you know" she declared.
"Well, that may be true," he said. "I have no idea how it is for others. For myself, I find size to be appealing. I admit that I'm a breast man. And I prefer larger to smaller." His gaze darted to her chest before returning to her face.
"You know," she giggled, the wine taking it's toll, "it's is a little unfair. I mean, you can only do so much to avoid unwanted attention if you are chesty. But with guys, well, you never know what you're going to find until you are on the verge of doing 'the deed'!
"Chesty? Is that what you call it? I call it being stacked. And confidentially," he leaned closer, enjoying her perfume, "there really isn't any way you could hide that you are REALLY stacked!"
"Well, it makes no difference," she responded. "Large or small makes no difference in the level of enjoyment for either partner!"
"Oh, I disagree." He looked her in the eyes. "A large endowment can provide stimulus and pleasure that a smaller person could never hope to match!" He sounded so sure of himself.
"Nonsense!" Her fiancé was not well equipped, barely exceeding four inches. And their sex life was just fine!
"And as for 'chesty women', as you put it," he continued as if she had not spoken, "there are more nerves, more areas of sensation to be stimulated which allows for more arousal."
"Again, nonsense, I say." She repeated. "There have been studies that have shown that 'Bigger is Better' is just a myth!" The wine may have helped to embolden her but she did believe what she was saying.
"I beg to differ. In my experience bigger is, in fact, better. Assuming that the people in question are equally adept, the man with the larger member will be able to better satisfy his mate."
"I see, so you claim to have a large member? Is that what you're saying? Braggart. No, better than that; Liar! It's just a line you try to use to pick up gullible women." Her disdain was writ large on her face.
"Things are breaking up here. Why don't you let me drive you home, Henrietta?"
Twenty minutes later they were parked outside her modest rancher.
"Would you like a night cap?" Somewhat to her surprise she was inviting him in.
"Sure, that's great!"
The discussion continued on the sofa as they sipped their drinks.
"Do you really expect me to agree with your male fantasy that bigger is better?" she challenged.
"No, maybe not, but I would expect you to have an open mind. See if you agree or disagree after you have had some experience."
"Hah! I knew it! Just a cheap come on! Well, I'll call your bluff!"
Her hand landed on his thigh without warning. Glancing into his eyes she slowly stroked up toward his crotch.
"Huh, nothing so special," she announced, feeling a little relived as she kept her hand moving northward. Her fiancé's four and a half incher was perfectly adequate she knew.
"Oh, honey," he chuckled. "I dress left, not right."
For a moment she didn't understand what he meant, but then her hand reached his crotch. Under her hand she now felt a tubular shape that led her hand to his left pant leg. Although obviously not erect it did feel thick. Perhaps thicker than her fiancé. No,she had to admit, definitely thicker. And already longer, she found. She felt herself gulp as she explored.
Smiling at her he said nothing as she kept manipulating him through his pants.
"I think you should get a better look," he declared moments later. Standing up he quickly kicked off his shoes and standing in front of her, he pushed his pants and boxers to the floor.
Not so impressive she thought to herself. Although she had to admit that it looked a little bigger than her fiancé's penis. A little longer, a little thicker.
"Well, you're not so big..." she began.
"And I'm not even starting," he responded. Taking her hand he returned it to his member. "Go ahead, Henrietta see if you can make it grow," he challenged. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at her as she slowly felt his penis, gently squeezing and moving her hand up and down.
As she worked she found her attention drawn to his testicles which were much larger than any she had seen before in her limited experience. The hairy sack seemed to hold two golf ball sized nuts and swung heavily from side to side as she kept up her ministrations to his slowly hardening penis.
Returning her attention to his penis she was shocked to find that it was already larger than her fiancés'. Even in its semi erect state it drooped heavily over his nut sack and seemed almost 5 or 6 inches long as she switched hands.
The growing heft was noticeable as she worked. The shaft filled her hand and she noticed for the first time how smooth the skin was. And warm. Smooth and warm!
Unaware of her action she licked her lips. Moving with more assurance she flexed and manipulated the growing shaft. Although she could contain all of her fiancés penis in her hand she saw that Lance's penis stuck out above her slowly sliding fist as it worked up and down, causing him to get larger, longer and thicker with each stroke.
She felt a buzzing in her head as his shaft became longer and longer. The skin grew taut as it finally filled out. The shiny skin was lightly coated with the precum which she had unconsciously used as lube. Her tongue ran over her lips again as she admired her handiwork.
"Oh, it is big! I had no..." her voice faded away as she kept looking at the shaft. Her hand was still slowly wanking him. His dick pulsed and throbbed in her hands as she used them both now to pull and push his immensity. Her grip no longer squeezed him. He was too hard, too thick. She examined the largest penis she had ever seen from all angles, her tongue from time to time appearing to wet her lips.
No, she corrected herself. THIS was no penis! Penis was too clinical a word, not at all descriptive of what she was eagerly foundling with both hands. Her fiancé had a penis. But THIS was a COCK! And a damn big one, too!
"I like that, Henrietta, if you keep doing that you're going to make me shoot!" Lance announced. "But I hope you'll share with me first." He reached down and started to remove her tweed blazer.
Seeming to suddenly realize where she was Henrietta pulled her hands away from his groin and looked up at him.
"Come on, come on," he muttered as he kept trying to remove her jacket.
"It's only fair, I suppose," she giggled. How much had she had to drink? Scooting back on the couch she removed her blazer and the sweater vest under that. Oddly, removing these clothes only made her endowments seem larger. Her blouse had stress lines from each button hole. Her breasts seemed to be thrusting themselves forward although she was actually hunched forward a little.
Moving slowly he sat next to her. Taking her in his arms he gently kissed her lips then trailed over to her neck and ear. Nibbling gently he felt her start to respond to his advances. Still moving with care he returned to kissing her lips. Cupping her right breast in one hand as he gave her little kisses he felt her relax toward him and heard her moan deep in her throat.
Several moments later as she was returning his kiss they began to flirt with each others tongue. His exploring hands continued to caress and squeeze her breasts entrapped in a restrictive bra. He was surprised to find that there was very little give as he felt her bosom.
He had managed to undo several buttons on her blouse and used his finger tips to gently caress the exposed skin. She seemed to not notice as more and more of her chest was exposed as they kept exchanges kisses. Her hands were feeling his upper arms and back as they necked like teenagers.
"Lets get rid of this," he suggested, pulling away from her briefly. His hands went to the remaining buttons.
"Oh, I don't know..." she started. Her eyes showed a hint of reluctance.
Saying nothing in return he pulled both her hands to his crotch where they automatically grasped his still hard shaft.
