Jeanne chuckled. But, I didn't think anything was funny at the moment.
"Isn't it like tits? I mean guys are always drooling over big tits, like Judy' biguns."
"NO! It isn't like tits! Tits are eye candy. We fuck tits to play around and pussy to get off. We don't look for a big pussy. We want a tight one that grips our dicks. Hell, we don't want to strap a board to our ass to keep from falling in. We want to feel that velvet sleeve."
Yeah, I got myself upset over the topic. I zipped up my pants, gave Jeanne a peck on the lips and said, "Aw shit. I'm going to work." I spent the entire day confused about every damn thing.
When I got home, Jeanne was all bubbly like a teenager, further confusing me. Like this morning didn't happen. Jeanne took my hand and started pulling me toward the kitchen.
"Ya gotta se this. Ya gotta see this. Mother showed me how. Didn't think I could at first. But, I did it. I really did it."
"What!? What do I gotta see? And, what, did you did?"
We entered the kitchen. "Take a cock in my throat."
I'd been at work all day. "What? Who's cock?"
"Oh, I haven't done a cock yet. But, I have done those." Jeanne said pointing at the table.
Dumbfounded, I looked at the table. On a platter was two rather long 'ring bologna' and two bigger around 'summer sausage.'
Jeanne picked one of each up. "They kinda look like cocks, don't they?"
"Yeah, I guess."
She held out the sausage. "Not very good with these yet, so I'm gonna have to practice more." She set it back on the platter. "But, these." She was stroking the ring bologna like a dick. "These, I can do real good."
I was surprised and real curious about what was going to happen.
"It's not as thick as your cock. Your cock's between the two." She held it up. "But, it's a lot longer and you won't believe what I can do."
I immediately thought of her taking that entire thing down her throat and didn't think she could do it. I mean every time she sucked my dick, she gagged and jerked back. So, no. I didn't think she could do it.
"Le'me tell you how first." Jeanne said as she continued to stroke the bologna like a dick. Jeanne smiled. "Am I turning you on with this? I see a bulge in your pants."
I blushed, realizing that this was erotic and turning me on.
"First, you stick something like this in your mouth until you gag. You hold it there and concentrate on not gagging. You do that again and again, until you don't gag. Then, you got it beat."
She demonstrated as I stared. "Like this." Sticking the end of the bologna in her mouth until about three inches disappeared. She wrapped her hand around it at her lips and pulled it out.
"This used to gag me."
'That's less than half the length of my dick.' I thought.
"After you can repeatedly touch that spot, without gagging." She slid her hand down about an inch. "You push it in a little further and do that some more to make sure gagging is gone."
She gave another demonstration, pushing the bologna back and forth in her mouth a few times.
"Now, you're at the throat and have to get past the resistance and the fear of being choked to death." She slid her hand past the halfway point.
"Ah, how long are those things?" I asked.
"These are sixteen inches. And those," she nodded toward the sausages, "are just under a foot."
That's when it hit me. The sausages looked as big as her father' hardon. 'So, she's practicing for daddy.'
"I had to work up to this. And, it took a while."
Jeanne pushed the bologna into her mouth all the way to her hand. Over half of it had disappeared. She didn't stop there. Pushing from the end with her other hand the bologna slipped through her hand into her mouth and down her throat.
I looked at her throat and it bulged a little. I looked back up just in time to see her close her mouth. She had taken the entire sixteen inches past her lips.
She raised her head and rubbed her throat. Then she opened her mouth and slowly pulled the meat stick out.
As it cleared her lips she caught it in her hand and smiled. "Wha'da ya think? Idn't that fuckin amazing."
Amazing isn't the word. It was abso-fuckin-lutely mind blowing. From barely half my dick and gagging to sixteen inches past the lips. DAMN.
Jeanne already had one of the sausages in her hand. "I'm not as good with these, but I can get'em down. Wanna see?"
I looked at her holding and stroking the sausage. "So, you're doing this to please your father?"
It was a snide question.
Jeanne looked at the sausage and knew why I said it. "Oh Honey, No! Please get off that big cock shit. I did it for you ... for us. I want us to be happy."
She put the sausage down, came and sat on my lap and kissed me.
"God. You're right. I'm sorry. Guess part of me is still in high school. It's us and I need to remember that."
She kissed me again, before I could say anything else. "Honey, if this is bothering you, we can still leave. But, I believe that if we maintain us, we can still have fun under controlled conditions. People are not basically monogamous. If they were, women wouldn't constantly present the bait and men wouldn't be looking. That's why so called infidelity is rampant."
She kissed me again, more passionately.
"The first cock, I want my lips sliding all the way down, is yours. And, the last cock, I want my lips sliding down, is also yours."
Again, another strong passionate kiss.
"You act jealous about me doing a big cock. But, what about you? I know you look and think about fucking other women. The porn. Let's see, what's your type?"
"Didn't I marry my type?"
"That's sweet, but you're just trying to get out of it. You don't like Deb, because she's smart-mouthed, disrespectful and almost slutty. And, I think, too small."
"You referring to her tits?"
"Noooo! Then there's Judy. I've seen you watching her. Until we found out what was going on, she was the opposite of Deb. Judy's prim and proper, with a great body."
Jeanne could tell by the look on my face that she was on to something.
"Then there's me. I'm not as big as Judy, but bigger than Deb. Proper in public, but can get down and dirty in private. I'm right, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you're pretty close."
"Close! What is it then?"
"I'm not a parts man. You are the first woman, that I like everything on. From feet to hair. And, you accepted me."
Jeanne shifted her weight, hugging me and we fell over backward. It almost knocked me out when my head hit the floor. Maybe the blow to my head knocked some sense into me, I don't know.
