Colin (Whopper) Jones, is my best girl friends father. Colin (Whopper) Jones, a man 67 years old lost his wife a few years ago and has lived alone since. He got the nickname Whopper when he was younger and that he would eat a whopper burger for lunch. When his daughter and I were about 8 he would take us on Saturday to get one and I would hear his friends call him that.
I had called Mr. Jones to see if he was going to be home, because I wanted to drop a gift off at his place so that his daughter could pick it up after work. The gift was for a friend of ours who was having a baby shower and I was going to be out of town when the shower took place. He told me to come by anytime he would be home all day. I made sure that I was dress to kill, because I was going to be at a local watering hole later in the day and you just never know who you need to look nice for.
My hair was immaculate, eye-shadow and lipstick a bit heavier laid-on than usual, and I wore a figure-hugging gray two-piece suit with a slit skirt and a white blouse that not only showed my lacy bra beneath but the tops of my heavy, 40DD breasts. I wore no panties but had on a garter belt and hose, with my 5" heels. I looked like a $500 whore and felt like one.
When I got to his house he was dressed in a pair of slacks and a pull over sweater. He is a man who is tall 6' 5" and must be 275#, just a big man. He looked me over and told me how great I looked and that I was still his other daughter. His look was fixed on my breast and when I sat down the slit let a lot of leg show and the look in his eye told me he liked what he saw.
"Marca come sat on the couch, here girl set next to old Colin!" When I sat down next to him he reaches over and pulled close and I was right up next to the old guy. We chatted about everything under the sun and about his daughter and I growing up. He reminded me of the wild things we girls did when we were teens.
Than he ask me something that I knew that he was trying to lead the conversation to sex. "So how is that husband of yours doing?" I told him things were great and we were very happy. "Marca I have a question, does the guys have enough to take care of my little girl?" "Oh Mr. Jones your bad, my husband and I have a great thing going, I'm very happy!" So he don't have a big cock, does he! Will what is a big cock I said with a sly grin on my face. He laughs and reached over and kissed me on the cheek and put his hand on my leg and just left it there.
I looked up and returned the smile and the next thing I knew he was rubbing my upper leg and telling me that a woman can't be happy unless that man can maker her happy in bed! "Marca I know about my brother and you!" Mr. Jones that was before I was married and a long time ago, Iv not seen your brother in years. "Was he any good did he make you see stars with that big cock of his!"
"Mr. Jones you should not ask question like that, honey he told me you were a fine lay best he had!" All I could do was smile and closed my legs a little and squeeze his hand between them. How many times did you go out with him? Just 4 times and we didn't go out I just went to his place after the first time.
He still had his hand on my leg and was rubbing me slow and getting up near my pussy. He than bent down and kiss me on the lips and he put his other arm around me and felt my tits as he kissed me. As he rubbed my breast I open my mouth and let him tongue me and we were kissing with open mouths as if I was quite desperate to get right into it while Colin unbuttoned my blouse. She helped him push her blouse and bra aside, and Colin brought out her nice big tan creamy tits, cupping them and sucking each nipple. She made her back arch to thrust them into his face, and her hand went down to his crotch to squeeze the obvious bulge there.
"That's what keeps them coming back for more," he boasted. I had never felt such a beauty, even with my eyes closed I could not remember one this size. Limp in his pants it must be a full eight or nine inches, and rounded thick as a large banana. When erect, my husbands cock is smaller and no where as thick as his was limp. I was very envious and had to admit it was a champion piece of equipment. He was twice my age but god his cock was twice the size of what I was hoping for.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to touch it!" Ever proud of his equipment, Colin immediately stopped nuzzling my breasts, stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear. Out popped his prick.
Marca grasps in wonder and shock. The magnificent tool hung down what seem like half way down his leg, it was like a flagpole, and God that plum-sized head. It looked absolutely magnificent. "Twelve inches long and six inches around," Colin said arrogantly. "It's been measured quite a few times." I didn't doubt him, and if you get a ruler and see just what a size Twelve inches is, well, its some length!
"OH MY GOD YOUR COCK IS UNBELIEVABLE ON GOD OH MY GOD!" That was all I could say and my eyes were fix to it. That big snake looked me in the eye and his head was a reddest/purple. His balls were as big as golf balls; all I could say to myself, as I looked at them you're so damn big. Marca said as if in a stupor. "It's so big,"
I just sat looking with my mouth open and taking in the full size and seeing every part of this WHOPPER. "Mr. Jones I know why they call you WHOPPER and it's not because of that hamburger!" "Don't worry love," Colin promised her. "It will all go in, and you'll love every inch. I'll make sure you do." You got to tell me is that husband of your anywhere near this size?