“Can I tell you a secret?”

"Have you ever thought of going on a diet?"

I've been asked some strange things on a third date, but that one took me by surprise. Not as much as my answer shocked him, though.

"Yeah, several times. But it'd mean I'd have to stop swallowing your come."

Oddly, he never asked me again. There again, I dumped his sorry ass just a few days later, so while I don't have a clue whether man-juice really is fattening, he's probably still convinced it is. The idiot.

What I do know is, given the choice between having a wasp-sized waist and not having one... I'm going to stay as I am. Which brings me to Michael, a guy I'd known since college, when he was dating my friend Sue, and who always knew the right thing to say.

I liked Sue a lot. She was definitely one of the prettiest women on campus, a petite blonde with eyes you could swim in, and an almost boyish figure that was made for the catwalk. Tall with dirty blonde hair and an eye for trousers that were just this side of too tight, Michael was quite a catch as well, which is why they were so perfect together - nobody else was good enough for either of them.

Except, when college ended and Sue went back to Maine, I think it was, Michael stayed in town. We used to see one another around quite a lot, him with another pocket-sized blonde on his arm; me perpetually lost in whatever was playing on my headphones, and rarely catching anyone's eye. Except somehow, I always caught his.

Sill it was a surprise when he texted me out of the blue one evening, to ask if I was hungry. Seriously, that was it. "Hi, are you hungry?"

"Well, it is almost dinner time," I hit back and a moment later, "want to meet up at the Blue Cat?" Which wasn't exactly the fanciest eaterie in town, but they did killer burgers. And they had a liquor license. A booth in the corner, a low-hung electric chandelier, and a menu you could frame and hang on the wall. But we were halfway through our entrees and I was still wondering why I was there. Or did there have to be a reason? Maybe he just wanted an evening out.

Or maybe....

We talked easily, laughed a lot, and when he offered to walk me home I said yes, even though I only lived a few minutes away. And as I said goodnight and started searching for my keys, he suddenly kissed me, and that was it. By the time we reached my living room, just a handful of paces from the door, we both knew exactly what was going to happen next.

And then, "Do you still hear from Sue?"

I removed my mouth from his (very delicious) neck. "Not in a couple of years." I told him what I remembered from her last, somewhat anodyne email, and he frowned. "That sounds like Sue, always keeping things close to her chest."

"What little of it there was," I smirked, and he burst out laughing, clasping one of my own breasts in his hand. "Well, you could probably say that about most of the women in town." Which, I must admit, is true. He undid a few buttons and slipped his hand under my top. I undid the rest and shrugged it off, then reached back to unclasp my bra.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

I nodded.

"I used to fantasize about doing this."

I stared at him. "While you were with Sue?"

"Sometimes." His mouth closed around a nipple and, for a moment, we were silent; him sucking, me trying to process what he'd just admitted.

"I thought you two were...." My voice trailed off, but Michael leaped straight in. "Oh, we were. Probably. But..." A pause. "Well, you know." He resumed his sucking, first one nipple and then the other, my 40 DDs molded to his face as I pressed his face against me.

A hand slid over my stomach. "I used to think about this, as well."

"What, my big fat tum?" It was suddenly imperative, I thought, to lighten the mood a little.

"It's beautiful," he said. Now he was licking my belly, smoothing out the folds as his tongue traced wet and warm across my flesh. And then "I used to imagine... do you mind me talking like this?"

I shook my head. "No, in fact if you stop, I'll probably sit on you." Then laughed as he mimed zipping his mouth shut. But only for a moment. He unzipped and fired another zinger my way. "I used to imagine you naked." And then, "I used to imagine what it would be like to have you standing there with your legs apart, and me kneeling on the floor in front of you. What would you say? What would you do?"

I looked at him disbelievingly, speechless but also not wanting to speak, in case I broke his flow. And he hadn't yet finished. "Do you remember that night a bunch of us went skinny dipping at the lake?"

I did. Sue and I sat on the bench fully clothed, watching and giving everyone marks out of 10.

"The only reason I suggested it was in the hope that you'd join in."

"Really?" This was fast turning into one of the most surreal conversations I had ever had. And one of the most arousing.

"Yeah, and when you didn't, then I hoped that you were looking at me."

"Ummmm...." I thought that was a secret I'd be taking to the grave with me. "I was."

"And?"

I hadn't thought about that evening in years. Now it came back to me in startling clarity. How the lake was lit by the brightest full moon I'd seen in years, and while Sue fired off a series of snarky comments about the half dozen or so naked bodies cavorting in the water, my eyes had been locked on Michael, wishing that the two of us were there alone while my eyes devoured his Greek god physique. Well, now we were alone; not at the lake, and not naked (yet)... Maybe I should tell the truth.

"Sue once told me you had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. I was trying to catch a glimpse. Do you?"

Now it was Michael's turn to go quiet. Except for the gasp as I reached down and began pulling at his belt. Undoing the top button. Unzipping his fly. And pushing my hand down the front of his pants to squeeze the hardness within.

"Well?" he asked, and I let my fingers drum softly on his shaft. I "hmmmmm"-ed indecisively. "She said it was the biggest cock she'd seen, remember? I've not seen anything yet."

At which, he raised himself off the couch and, standing tall in front of me, he tugged down his jeans. His dick leaped out and I fought to keep my expression neutral. "Not bad," I teased, "but you know what the real test of size is?"

He shook his head. "Do I want to?"

"I think so."

I sat unmoving for a moment. Then I fell to the floor, kneeling before him, holding him steady just for a second, before closing my lips around one of the fattest, firmest cock heads I have ever had in my mouth. And I say "one of" not because I've had bigger, but because I don't go around measuring them. Let's just say it was a snug fit. What's more, it felt so good that I almost came on the spot.

I was 19 when I realized just how much I love having a cock in my mouth. Before that, I'd been as nervous as I was enthusiastic, still hamstrung by the general distaste with which my supposedly more experienced friends regarded it, and a lot more concerned about my gag reflex than it turned out that I needed to be.

Plus, I was a big girl and I had, anatomically speaking, a big mouth.

Michael, though... there was a moment, as he pushed deeper, when I wondered whether I'd finally met my match. But only a moment, just a little hitch and then smoothly, so smoothly, he glided over my tongue, scraping softly against my front teeth, rising to caress the roof of my mouth. Filling my mouth with his flavor, as he filled my nose with his scent.

I brushed my hair from my face, then clasped my hands behind my back. He in turn placed both hands on my head and, holding me still, he began to fuck my face. Gently at first but, with increasing urgency as I tightened my lips around him. Marveling at the weight and strength of that miraculous shaft.

"You know Sue never did this?" He withdrew for a moment, as if awaiting my response. The best I could manage, though, was a quick "silly girl," before I pulled him back inside. How could she even have resisted?

Now he was really moving, so fast and hard that, just for a moment, I had to fall back again remove him from my mouth, take a breath. "Did she ever say why?"

"No. She just wouldn't."

I licked his cock head and it was as if his entire body spasmed with excitement. He was so close to coming, I could tell. Let's see if I could push him over the edge. "I want you to come in my mouth."

I heard him gasp a breathless "yes," and then plunge back in... two strokes, three, four and thar she blows, as they say in old whaling movies.

My mouth was full, his cock pulsing as it pumped and I was doing my best to swallow as every fresh wave hit my throat. It seemed, forever, too, for his balls to empty, and longer still for his cock to finally begin to soften. But I didn't let go. I wanted to suck him all night long.

And then we were reclining back against my sofa, my head against his shoulder as his arm encircled mine. "So what else didn't Sue like?" I ventured and he squeezed me closer. "One day, I'll give you the list. But right now, I want to know what you like."

My heart leaped into my mouth. "Lie on your back and I'll show you." Then, as he did so, I positioned myself crouching on either side of his head, before lowering my cunt slowly towards his mouth.

His fingers were pulling me apart, his extended tongue already in place. I cried out as it swept across my gaping pink and again as he murmured, "You have the most beautiful pussy in the world."

And I was just about to say something like "I bet you say that to all the girls" when he finished his sentence. "And the biggest, as well. Now fuck my face."

How could I say no to that?

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