The second area of research that Harry wanted to engage in as a direct result of the Paul incident was to investigate the world of very large cocks. Paul's penis was at least twelve inches long and was thicker than Harry's wrist. How much of an outlier was Paul's cock, Harry wanted to know, and what did it mean for anyone, a woman or a man, to have to deal with such a cock. We browsed the Internet and searched for "Very large dicks" and came across websites that specialized in that category. And right there, there were thousands of pictures and movie clips about huge cocks.
In the movie clips we downloaded, the women were able to take on the cocks and did not seem to be in pain. Some of them taking two large dicks at the same time, one in the pussy and one in the ass hole. But you never knew. These were paid actors, and the wincing and smiling and screaming they were exhibiting could have been artificial.
When we encountered Paul's wife now, we looked at her with more respectful eyes and wondered. How did she feel when Paul penetrated her with his ungodly animal?
The only way to find out for sure was for me to try it out myself. And so, Harry devised an experiment: see how I feel with a thick, foot-long cucumber in my pussy.
"We will put a large condom on it and lubricate it heavily," Harry reassured me, "and we will make sure your vagina is ready for it."
We went together to the Giant Food nearby. We never shopped at Giant Food, so it was the right place to go to for buying condoms. We chose two large cucumbers, one about a foot long, and another one half its size. Then we went to the condoms section and looked for condoms and KY jelly.
"We need the largest ones possible," Harry said as he inspected the labels, but he couldn't tell. Then his eyes sparkled and he gave me a meaningful half smile.
"I am going to get some help," he said.
The two cucumbers in hand, he walked around and turned his head left and right, looking for an assistant. Spotting a heavy-set, bespectacled female wearing a Giant Food uniform, he beckoned her and asked: "Excuse me Miss, I need some help."
The woman smiled and replied with an exaggerated but very friendly, "Well, how can I help you sir?"
"Ah, yes," Harry pretended to be fumbling. Then, lapsing to his broken English, he said, "I looking for very large condoms. Very fat ones"
"Ok," the lady said, not missing a beat. "Let's see what we can do."
Harry was smiling. I had retreated a few feet away and was watching from a corner.
"Yes, very large please."
The woman expertly rummaged through the boxes of condoms and came up with two boxes from two different brands. One was Trojan and one was Lifestyles.
"I believe these are the largest sizes that we have, sir," she said in a sing-song voice, handing him the condoms. She was avoiding his eyes all along, while Harry had his squarely fixed on her face.
"Thank you very much," he bowed. He chose the Trojan ones.
"And I need some KY, please," he added, "for lubrication."
The woman gave off a spontaneous chuckle and blushed. She pointed them out and said, smiling broadly, "Here you go sir. We have a large selection. You should be able to find what you need right here."
Harry chose the checkout line that was manned by a large black man and had me stand beside him as he paid for the cucumbers, the condoms, and the KY. He wanted to see the man's reaction to the sight of an old Chinese couple that was clearly about to engage in kinkiness.
The black man looked at Harry and me and smiled, but said nothing. I smiled back and took the bag he pointedly handed me as we left and said, "Thank you!"
Back home, the larger cucumber slipped into my pussy without any difficulty. Harry, anxious to make sure I did not experience any pain, heavily lubricated both the cucumber and my pussy, and then, just to make sure, had me masturbate and began slipping the cucumber just as I was having my orgasm.
"I can take even more," I excitedly informed Harry, as he stared closely at my face, eagerly trying to read my feelings and my state of mind.
