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She glanced back down at his stiffening cock and couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have a dick that big in her hand. It took everything she had not to let her hand travel down from Griz’s chest and rest on top of it, press against it, just out of curiosity, if nothing else. Squeeze that big ol’ dick muscle just like she’d squeezed his other muscles, see exactly what it felt like under her fingers.
Curiosity is normal, she thought.Healthy. It’s perfectly healthy to be curious about something like that.
Curiosity also killed the cat, she thought,and a dick like that might split me in two.
Oh, come on, Becca, a voice whispered in her mind.What are the odds you’re ever going to bump into a hog like that again in your life? What could it hurt?
Uh, my lady parts, she thought back.My internal organs, as that telephone pole smushes every one of them from the inside.
So just don’t let it go that far. Come on, there’s nothing wrong with a little novelty dick.
She did have another option. Her go-to maneuver, whenever she was dating a new guy and she wanted to see what was going on in the package department without committing too much to the endeavor, was to give him a handjob and check out the situation that way.
Her hands now seemed to move of their own accord, defying the voice in her head telling her to stop, sliding up his thigh to rub across the bulge in his jeans she’d been trying so hard to get a look at.
“Becca?” Griz said.
She didn’t say a word, she simply unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, and let that be her answer. He shifted his weight around a little as Becca then pulled his jeans down, taking his underwear down with it, and Griz’s bulge finally fell free from its restraints and into the light.
She simply wasn’t ready for it. Sure, her mind had tried to do the calculations, given the bulge she’d seen in his pants, but when his dick actually saw the light of day, she had to concentrate to keep from gasping out loud.
The fucking thing was huge.
That was the only word. That, or overwhelming.
But, in for a penny, in for a pound, she figured, and she wrapped her hand around it as it continued to come to life. It was thick and hung heavily over her fingers as she took hold of it, still only partially erect.
Most of the dicks she’d held in the past had felt like they were swallowed up by her hand, easily manipulated with only a slight effort. But this one felt top heavy, like it was constantly threatening to tilt over like a felled tree, and she waved it back and forth experimentally before finally moving her hand up and down the shaft.
It continued to harden as she continued to stroke it, moving her hand up and down, her fingers barely able to wrap around it completely. Before, it was Griz’s abs she couldn’t take her eyes off of, now it was his dick. Her brain couldn’t seem to register what she was seeing, or what she was feeling. She was mesmerized by the size of it, the weight of it, the growing firmness of it under her grasp.
Usually, when she gave a handjob, it was like tugging on a string, but with this monster, she was making long, full strokes, getting her whole arm into it. It became a game, a mission, to tame this giant beast of a dick, and with every long stroke, Becca felt amazed at how much effort it took.
It was fully hard now, and Becca was strangely tempted to put her forearm next to it to see which one was bigger. She felt like she could knock somebody out cold if she slapped them in the head with Griz’s dick.
The whole time, Griz was taking slow, heavy breaths. She continued to stroke up, all the way up, then down, all the way down, never quite getting over the novelty of the sheer size of the damn thing.
She was starting to worry that her arm would end up falling off in fatigue when Griz’s breath began to get faster. His thighs started to squirm, and then suddenly, he erupted like a volcano, grabbing her arm tightly in his ecstasy. He gripped her so hard, it started to hurt, until his breathing began to slow, his grip eased up on her, and his body began to unwind.
“Sorry,” he said, still breathing a little hard. “Sorry. Made a real mess.”
You ain’t kidding, she thought, looking around at the aftermath.His dick isn’t just as big as a fire hose, he cums like a fire hose, too.
“Don’t worry about it,” is what she said, giving him a smile. “Just lay back and relax.”
“I’m relaxed,” he said.
She held on to Little Griz for a little while longer as it deflated, still not sure she believed what she was seeing and feeling. She waved it back and forth a little bit, fascinated.
I had no idea what I was missing, she thought.I could play with this thing all day.
By the time she’d shaken herself out of all that and found some paper towels to clean up, Griz was asleep. Becca washed off her hands and forearms and then sat back down next to Griz, watching him and Little Griz as they both melted into the couch, spent.
She looked around at the cabin. Quaint, cozy in its own way.
Then there was Griz, big beard and all, also quaint and cozy in his own way.
Maybe I could play with this thing all day too, she thought, and lay her head on Griz’s chest as it slowly rose and fell.
