Page 8 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Not necessarily limp, but nowhere near hard, it was as thick as my upper wrist. The veins in it were bigger than some dicks I’d seen. I gawked. I felt like applauding, but feared it might give hint as to what we were doing.

I glanced at Bobby and then went back to admiring it. I watched in amazement as it grew to one and a half times its size in a matter of seconds.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Is it hard now?”

He looked at it, and then at me. “Not really.”

“Fucking hell,” I breathed. My mouth had gone dry, but I didn’t dare turn away. It was like a multi-car collision on the highway, and I was rubbernecking. “That’s. Jesus.”

I looked up. “Stroke it.”

He seemed to consider it for a moment, and then shook his head. “Man, he’ll see for sure.”

“I sucked Rhett’s cock in front of him,” I said, hoping to provide him with a little nudge.

“The SEAL guy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. And no, I’m not proud of it. But it was no big deal. C’mon just stroke it until it’s hard.”

He set the beer bottle aside, gripped the massive shaft in his hand, and began to slowly stroke it. Within seconds, his cock was as stiff as a piece of pipe.

My pussy throbbed in response.

I stared in amazement. Abstaining from sex wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. In my drunken state, seeing him fist his cock was the equivalent of tossing a recovering heroin addict a syringe and a spoon.

“You want me to keep going?” he asked.

His voice was calm and without a hint of concern. It was as if it was something he’d done countless times in the past. I envisioned him being the main attraction at a circus, stroking his cock for anyone who’d paid the $5.00 fee to enter his tent.

The Big-Dicked Giant.

He’s half man, half mule.

My eyes were still glued to the action. I shook my head and swallowed hard. “How uhhm. How long--”

“Thirteen inches. Not from my nuts, either. That’s from the top of it.”

After being all but hypnotized by his thirteen-inch oddity, I shook my drunken head and looked away. Keeping my distance from his foot-long fun stick was going to require a plan, I knew that much for sure.

“You want me to keep going?”

My eyes fell to his crotch for one more look at the biggest dick I would ever see. “No, put it away.”

He released it, but it continued to point toward the starry sky sans assistance. Without his four sausage-sized fingers wrapped around it, however, it seemed twice as big. I watched it twitch a few times and then reluctantly tore my eyes away.

“As soon as the swelling goes down, we’ll leave,” I said.

“Where are we going?”

I grinned. “I’ll tell you when we get there.”