I had an interesting experience a while back that I want to tell you about. It happened about ten years ago just after I'd graduated from med. school. I was dating a beautiful girl at the time named Marci, and we'd been going together for about two years. We were both in our mid-twenties and had started getting pretty serious, and were even talking about getting married.
She was the assistant nursing director in one of the clinical departments at the med. school, and was easily the most beautiful girl I'd ever dated. In fact, she was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever met. She was about 5' 9" and about 130 pounds or so. I know it sounds clichΓ© but her measurements were actually 36-24-36. She had long golden hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous face, and a perpetual tan. I have no doubt she could have been a Playboy centerfold had she been so inclined to pursue that.
To this day I don't know why she was with me. I mean we hit it off great from the very beginning but believe me, at a large medical school there are plenty of other studs to choose from. I guess she thought she was ready to settle down maybe. Unfortunately she wasn't very adventurous, sexually speaking. I mean she'd had about 35 lovers before me by her estimate, but despite this she was still very repressed in my opinion. She basically just liked the good ol' missionary position. Didn't really like oral sex, giving or receiving. When she did give me head, I'd have to pull out before I came because the thought of cum in her mouth grossed her out.
And God forbid if I wanted to try anal sex. That was out of the question. I could go on and on but you probably get the picture. One thing she did love though was big dicks, she often told me. And in that department I had no complaints from her, although I'm sure she'd had bigger than me before. For the time being though, my chief rival was her vibrator, which she'd nicknamed "The Beav." It was a big ten-incher with a little plastic beaver on the top at the base of the shaft. When she turned it on and placed it into her own beaver, the little beaver's tongue would flicker up and down, stimulating her clitoris.
Anyway, knowing her penchant for big dicks and knowing she'd had a lot of lovers, I said to her one day, "You must have had a few black guys, huh?"
"No, why?" she replied.
"Well, aren't they supposed to have big dicks?"
I think she blushed slightly when she said, "I don't know. Do they?"
I guess after I thought about it I wasn't surprised, given Marci's lack of a spirit of adventure. You see, Marci was a Southern girl and she grew up in a fairly strict Catholic household. Although she'd had her wild days, she was still very feminine and kind of proper. She was very close to her parents and would have had trouble hiding something as taboo to them as dating a black guy.
Which brings me to my story. Now, Marci's birthday was soon approaching, and an idea of what I would give to her as a present was starting to take shape in my mind. First, let me backtrack a little bit. Back when I was in college I tutored some of the players on the football team. I still remained friends with some of them as well. A guy named Keith was the one I'd tutored the most, and was the guy I knew the best and stayed in closest touch with. I remember one time after a tutoring session, Keith and I were shooting the bull with a black player named John. After John had walked off, I remarked to Keith, "Damn, that's a big dude!" At about 6'4" and 245 pounds of solid muscle, John was a pretty imposing presence.
"Yup," Keith said, ..."that's why they call him Big John." "That plus the fact that he's got the biggest dick on the team." Why Keith told me this I don't know. But little did I know that information might be useful some day.
Which brings me back to the story. I had the mischievous thought of surprising Marci for her birthday with her first black guy. And probably the biggest dick she'd ever had too, I was willing to bet. So I called up Keith and we met for a few beers. I shifted the conversation to some of the other players, asking Keith what they were up to these days. Finally I got around to John. "What's Big John doing these days?" I asked Keith.
"He's a pool builder around here. Owns his own company and everything."
"Hey," I said, "give me his number because I'm getting ready to build a new house. I need to find somebody to install the pool."