Size Queen's Dream

We were NOT going to do this.

He was married. And even though I was single, I knew I would be filled with regret...

"And a big ole dick..." I said to myself.

Nope. Nope. 1000 times nope.

But I couldn't get Joseph's hard on out of my mind. I tried going on a run, a cold shower, even some extra strong mojitos, but I still had the image burned into my mind.

We'd all come to Panama City to see a show and get some much-deserved R and R and all five of us had been comfortably crammed into our friend Carl's beachfront time-share. This morning we had all partied a little too hard, starting our margarita binge on the beach before noon, and by the time diner rolled around, we all opted for naps over going out to eat. Tony and his girlfriend Sarah took the bedroom (couple's privilege) and Carl took the single guest bed, leaving Joseph and me in the living room, him sprawled on the blow up mattress and me tucked into the couch.

In our afternoon drunken haze, we hadn't taken the time to strip out of our bathing suits or even reach for blankets and pillows. We were quite the bedraggled looking bunch, trying desperately to sleep off this glorious day drunk in time for the show.

Everything would have been fine. Just fucking fine if I had not woken up a few hours later, desperate for water.

I rolled over and nearly fell face first off the couch.

Need. Water.

I wobbled to my feet and made my way to the kitchen. Once I'd downed at least 2 and a half glasses I walked much more steadily back into the living room, only to hear Joseph groan and creak as he rolled over on the air mattress. That's when I stopped in my tracks.

Straining against Joseph's navy blue board shorts was the outline of the single biggest dick I had ever seen.

I was like a deer in headlights, unable to look away or run, just standing there waiting to get run over. Obviously, like most guys, his dick had come alive of its own volition during his sleep, and my god talk about awakening a beast...

I'm pretty sure I would've stood there forever if Joseph hadn't shifted again, this time stretching his back, causing his dick to flex out even further. The way it bobbed in his bathing suit left nothing to the imagination; I could even see the outline of his nectarine-sized head trying its damnedest to poke out of the bottom of his shorts. And it wasn't just the superhuman length; it was the delicious thickness that had me involuntarily biting my lip and tilting my head slightly to the side as I imagined running my hand up and down...

Wait, no! He's married and you're reeeeally not trying to get involved with another person in the friend group. Just forget what you saw, Mia, and go back to sleep.

Well obviously I had failed at that and all of my "Forget-your-married-friend-has-a baseball-bat-dong" strategies didn't work either.

Once everyone was awake, we got dressed and headed downtown to find the hole-in-the-wall venue hosting the concert. We knew it was standing room only, so we'd all dressed comfortably and made the ten-minute walk.

Every time Joe spoke to me I had to avoid eye contact, knowing good and well what would flash through my mind if I let it:

Joseph railing me against the condo balcony.

Joseph railing me in the alley beside the venue.

Joseph railing me in the midnight-darkness on the beach.

God knows I did NOT need to be left unattended with this man...

As we walked into the dark club he finally addressed me directly,

"Hey Mia, wait up," he said with a breathy laugh and sheepish smile, cramming his hands into his pockets. Why hadn't I noticed how handsome he was before now? Jesus, I was dick-matized...

"You okay? You've seemed pretty out of it this afternoon."

"I'm good. Just too much tequila and sun, honestly," I lied.

He smiled and threw an arm around my shoulder, "Well pep up darling, cause we've got a long night ahead." My arm fell naturally around his waist and we walked in, things finally feeling back to normal. See? Things are going to be just fine. Joseph is your friend and friends don't fuck friends just because you've seen their dick. Be cool, Mia.

As the show started and the lights went low, our small group mixed into the tightly packed crowd. Tony and Sarah had managed to push their way up front (lucky bastards) and Carl was macking on the pin-up looking bartender. Joseph was nowhere to be found.

They immediately started playing my favorite song and I didn't care that my friends were scattered to the wind; I was feeling the vibes. I stood on my toes and bounced to the beat, hair falling loose, and sweat sheening my face. Damn these fuckers were good live! As I jumped and threw my hands up I suddenly found myself naturally bumping into a few other concert-goers. No big deal; the space was small and all of our body parts seemed to kind of meld together in damp heat and mutual love of the music.

It all seemed perfectly natural until I felt a particular hand linger on my waist, too long not to be intentional. Then I felt a pair of male hips press gently against my butt. All right, asshole, that's a little too grabby.

I whipped around, "What the fuck man..."

I locked eyes with Joseph, who was smiling and clearly enjoying the music, but a look of concern shadowed his handsome brow. I froze.

Without letting go of my hip, he leaned down and half-yelled in my ear, "Sorry, Mia. These fuckers behind you were trying to cop a feel," his breath ghosted my ear and neck, making me tingle all over.

"Figured they wouldn't want to grab MY ass if I was standing here sooo..."

As he had been talking we'd started to sway with the beat again.

"Thanks Joe," was all I could manage. Since the moment I realized Joseph was the one resting a giant paw on my hip, my annoyance evaporated and I felt my stomach tighten.

It was a lot easier to ignore him (and his giant dick), when his hips weren't grazing against my ass every few seconds.

Did he feel that, too?

That electricity humming between us?

No, of course not. This was platonic and he was just being nice and looking out for his friend. Good guy AND he was anatomically gifted?? Damn his wife was a lucky bitch.

"Shit!"

I was so lost in thought and the music that I dropped my fucking phone.

Without thinking, I bent down to pick it up, scooping my expensive life-line off the sticky club floor. On my way back up, a fellow dancer bumped my head, sending me careening backwards, smashing me right into Joseph's hips. My round ass collided with his crotch and his other hand reached out to steady me, sending a very, very distinct jolt through my body.

I turned my face around to catch his eye, "Shit. Sorry!" I blurted.

His face looked different. He seemed like he was gathering his thoughts and didn't respond right away. His hands never left my hips.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice a little deeper.

"Yea. I just dropped my phone, but I got it now. Thanks." I turned my head back to face the stage.

His hands stayed firmly planted, but he wasn't dancing anymore. Should I test my luck?

I started gently swaying my hips, intentionally bumping his crotch every few beats. No harm right? We were still just friends, watching a concert, platonically...grinding?

Joseph seemed to get the picture because he started dancing again. Were his hands pulling me closer to him, or was that wishful thinking?

Before I knew it my playful grazing got bolder. The harder my ass pressed against him the further I would pull away (you know, to keep the façade up).

I thought I was the only one playing the game; the only one feeling the heat. That was before I felt the beast stir...

This time when my ass grazed against his crotch it was no longer flat planes and hipbones; a tree limb had blossomed between his legs. Suddenly my ass was colliding with a steel pipe that was sending shivers through my body and rolling aches through my abdomen. Joseph was hard. And I had made him that way.

I was immediately afraid he would pull back. Shove me away like the hussy I was.

But he didn't.

He pulled back a little and I could feel him shifting behind me (omg, is he adjusting his dick??) Then his hands flew back to my hips and, holy fucking shit, he yanked me back HARD.

The first thing I noticed was that he had flipped his dick up and it was now nestled perfectly between my ass checks. The second thing I notices was that my soft cotton dress had started ridding up my ass with the grinding motion and the strong grip of guiding hands.

I was soaring. My favorite band was playing live. I was just the right kind of drunk. But all I could focus on was how Joseph's rock hard cock was rubbing just inches away from my entrance.

And as if it could get any hotter, he leaned his face down and groaned into my neck and ear.

My back bowed immediately as I stroked my ass up and down his shaft. This wasn't a game anymore and there was no denying what was happening. His hands traveled from my hips to my stomach and ribs and I could tell he was itching to grab handfuls of my breasts right there in front of everyone.

I literally could not stop myself, even if I had wanted to.

I felt him press into my ass again and a rush of air left my lungs when I realized his anaconda reached all the way to my lower back and was actually heavy; like, this cobra had some weight to it! My eyes rolling into the back of my head.

When I let out a whimper I felt Joe smile into my neck. Was he laughing at me?? Oh hell no...

Without turning, I reached my hand around his head and tilted mine to the side, pulling his ear to my mouth. At the same time I grabbed his hand and put it under my dress. Under my panties. Until he could feel what he was doing to me.

"You feel that?" I seductively crooned into his ear. His finger slipped deliciously between my wet lips.

"Mmhm," he let out, low and husky. Fucker wasn't smiling anymore.

I pushed his hand even further, one single finger slipping inside me. God, I had to keep it together, but I could feel my knees starting to buckle.

"You feel how tight that is?" The breath he'd been holding came out in a groan. His hips jerked involuntarily toward his goal.

Good.

Right where I wanted him.

With one sudden movement I detangled our limbs and whipped around to face him for the first time.

"There's no way THAT monster," I leaned into him and wrapped my petite hand around his thickness, "Is going to fit in there."

I gave him a languid stroke from base to tip and watched with veiled joy as his eyes screwed shut and his mouth gaped open.

I released him and took a step back, never breaking eye contact, turned on my heel, and disappeared into the crowd triumphantly.

I walked without knowing where I was going. I did know however, that despite his upper hand (and what a large upper hand it was...) that Joseph Calloway wouldn't dare snicker at my wanton lust again.

I ended up at the bar in the back of the theater and instinctively ordered a Jack and Coke. As I sipped my drink and attempted to douse my telltale blush and thundering heart beat, I couldn't help but feel kind of guilty for teasing Joseph so ruthlessly. It's not like I didn't have full intentions of taking a test drive of that lifted Humvee. I just wanted to regain a little of my own pride before I fell helplessly onto this man's mouth-watering member.

After the show ended our party reconvened and walked back to the condo. Everyone couldn't stop talking about how amazing the show was and Carl even had his pin-up bartender in tow. Joseph, however, didn't seem to have much to say.

I watched his face and saw the faintest shadow of hostility in his brow. Maybe I'd taken the game a little too far...

Our group, sans Joseph, decided on a beach walk before returning to our condo and I was able to breath in the chilly, salty air and think clearly for the first time tonight.

You can't do this anyway, remember? You can't. He can't. It was a catastrophe before it even started. Probably should just go to bed before I change my mind...

"Where you goin Mia?" Carl called out from the edge of the water right before he scooped up his squealing companion and tossed her in the water.

"Going back to the room. I'll see y'all later," I called over my shoulder, but they didn't hear me as they splashed and wrestled in the moonlight. As I marched on I wondered where Joseph was? Sulking? God I hope things aren't going to weird tomorrow...

The wind picked up as I walked so I crossed my arms and picked up my pace towards the condo, past the dimly lit swimming pool. I'd almost reached the gate when I saw him, sitting in a lounge chair next to the pool, face covered in dark shadow.

"Shit, Joe! You scared me," I breathed as my hand involuntarily went to my throat.

He stared at me blankly.

"Guess that makes us even-steven," he said, as his dark expression didn't give away any humor. I swallowed, feeling the guilt rise again like bile.

He looked me up and down and suddenly stood from the chair and walked towards me at a quick pace. He was on me before I could even blink. He immediately laced his fingers in my hair at the back of my head and made a fist, putting his face just inches from mine.

"Actually, now that I think about it, we aren't even close," he growled at me. And with that he stooped down and slung me over his shoulder like I was a rag doll.

Jesus Christ, who the fuck was this guy?? Joseph was like, Mr. Happy-go-lucky chill guy; but the look in his eyes now was down right barbaric. Devious. Unngf...

I didn't know where I was being carted off to until I got dumped on a tall stack of salt and chlorine sacks. Pool house, maybe? The door slammed and the room went mostly dark except for the light coming through a large window. Joseph put his hands right back in my hair, yanking my head back for a better view of my face, his other hand putting finger print bruises into my right thigh.

"So it's a monster is it?" he said, his mouth almost touching mine, the edge of his lips playing at a wicked smile.

I swallowed again, my breathing erratic.

"You know, generally I have to be really careful. Not many girls stick around once they've felt it. But you," he lifted my leg around his waist.

There it was again, resting like a baseball bat against my inner thigh.

"You want it, don't you?"

I couldn't help but close my eyes and moan as he pushed it harder up against me. God I never thought myself a size queen but Jesus this boy was going to have me begging on my knees in a minute.

He leaned into my ear and bit it dropping his voice even lower, "Tell me you want it."

Joseph was now pressed between my legs and was slowly and surprisingly softly rubbing his cock up and down my silky smooth panties. He almost seemed like he really needed hear me say that I wanted it; like his size was a burden he didn't want to force on me.

He removed his face from my neck and looked at me for an answer, and behind the confidence I saw the actual tentative concern on his face.

I melted like chocolate in the warm sun.

Instead of answering, I hopped down off the bag of pool salts and walked around Joe, his back now to the stack. I looked at him for one more moment, his expression about to give way to defeat. I guess I couldn't help but play one more move in our little game.

I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him, never breaking eye contact. I could feel the relief and raw lust rolling off of him in waves. I reached up and began to undo his pants, my hands shaking a bit. This was it.

He stood in only his boxer briefs and I marveled at the familiar outline that had haunted my thoughts all day. The length was incredible. The girth: impossible. And my mouth was watering as I ran my hand along his bulge. A hiss escaped through Joseph's teeth.

Our eyes collided just as I removed the final layer. "I do," I said, mouth inches away from his cock. "I do want it. I've wanted it since I saw your hard on this afternoon in the condo."

With that declaration out of the way, I wrapped my small hand around the base of his dick and marveled at his veins running like rivers bringing life to this beauty. It's amazing the man didn't pass out from sheer lack of blood flow to his brain!

I tentatively licked that nectarine head and tasted heaven. I put the whole head in my mouth, stretching my lips deliciously wide. As I started to bob my mouth the few inches it could take, Joseph tilted his head back and placed a large hand at the back of my head,

"Oh shit Mia..."

Was I going to come just from giving this man head? I reached down to the hem of my dress and yanked it over my head, revealing my fresh beach tan and the seductive bounce of my D-cups. Joe's eyes snapped open as he took me in and I could feel a palpable change in him; this blowjob had a fast closing time frame.

I spit as much as I could muster and stroked both of my hands up and down his shaft like I was polishing the wood grain on a Louisville slugger. Since he couldn't fit very far down my throat, I used my tongue and lips to trace parts of Joe's cock: his veins, the protruding lip around the head, the line from his balls to his head. I knew I was treading on thin ice, but when I took a soft bite he finally lost it.

"You really want this cock, don't you?"

I popped him out of my mouth and crooned, "God yes. But I need you to do me a favor first." And with that I pushed him back on top of the bags until he was laying flat on his back. I then slipped off my panties and crawled up his torso, over his shoulders, not stopping my journey until my pussy was poised a few inches above his five o'clock shadow, my knees straddling his head.

"I need you to get me ready."

I watched his crooked smile disappear under me as I sat directly on that handsome, angular jaw, and man he did not disappoint. His hands immediately came around my thighs and gripped them to his liking as his wet tongue did laps around lips, making me shudder and whimper.

I felt him muffle a laugh directly into me at my sudden lack of control. Well. We can't have Joseph laughing at me again, can we?

I grabbed his hair and pushed my pussy into his mouth with newfound force.

"What's so funny Calloway? Hmm?" I looked at his eyes which didn't seem to hold the same humor anymore, "What is it? C'mon, spit it out." His words became nothing but muffled grunts and hums into my pussy. Jeeesuus that felt good...

My head flew back and I rode his face, his tongue darting in and out of my wet pussy. I cried out, loud enough for a passerby to hear, I'm sure.

"Fuuuuuck... You like that pussy in your mouth baby? I could use your face all night if I didn't still reeeeally. Want. That cock," I chanted huskily, reaching behind me and giving his rock hard dick a stroke from bottom to top.

Scooping me up like a naughty child, Joseph spun and placed me back on the bags of salt.

"I hope you know what you're asking for, little girl," he growled at me, positioning himself at my entrance. I froze and my breath caught in my throat. Time how much of this monster we can actually stuff inside me. God I was soaking.

He let it fall with a thud onto my pussy and I could feel him watching my face, so I cracked open my eyes, half closed with desire. Joseph's mouth was smirking, but his eyes showed the dark lust that had filled every inch of the whole evening.

"Hold on, darling," he said as he inched into me. I wasn't sure what he meant, but as soon as I felt the resistance my own body was giving him, my hands flew to the sides of the stack I was on and gripped the sides tightly, locking myself in place.

Inch by inch he stretched me like my body was made to do. I was sure I was going to rip in half; I looked down to see he was only half way in. Christ...