John goes to Tiff’s place

Tiff waited in her room. She couldn’t believe how horny she was. Even if he didn’t want to touch her cock, the fact he was still willing to come over was a huge win in her book. How was she going to go about this? Will he eventually come around to liking it? The thoughts both excited and terrified her. First things first, she at least wanted to make sure she wasn’t brutally hard the second he walked in. She decided to hop in the shower and turn the water on cold. After a couple minutes her cock softened and she threw on an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts. She made sure she wore constricting underwear, hoping that she could keep her cock somewhat contained when they had sex for the first time.

John gave a soft knock at the door as his heart pounded. Waiting for Tiff to let him in. The door creaked open slowly, revealing Tiff's face peeking out from behind the door. “Hey there John, take a seat on the bed. Make yourself at home.” A flush crept up her cheeks as she stepped aside to let John in. John walked to the bed, sat down and looked back at Tiff. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her angelic face and blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. The scent of her perfume filled the room, an intoxicating blend of jasmine and sandalwood.

Tiff closed the door behind him, her wide hips swaying as she walked over to her bed. John could see her incredible breasts sway slightly as she walked. Clearly no longer restrained by her typical push up bras. His eyes cast downward, and he could see that she had a considerable bulge in the front of her shorts. He figured it made sense for her not to hide it anymore, but he couldn’t help wondering just how big she truly was when she was actually hard. Even in it’s compact, curled up state, it looked like she was hiding a football between her legs.

Tiff sat down on the bed next to him. She couldn’t help but smirk as she realized John’s eyes were glued to her cock but it quickly faded as she thought to herself “just because he sees it and agreed to come over, doesn’t mean he likes it”. She turned on her TV but as she scrolled through Netflix, she realized they were having trouble keeping up their usual level of conversation. She decided she had to address the elephant in the room. Or in this case, the elephant trunk.

Nervously she spoke, “So John…now that you know my…secret..are you sure you still want to hangout…like this?” She had trouble meeting his gaze.

John was struck by her forwardness in approaching the subject, but he admitted to himself it was all he could think about. “Of course Tiff, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And despite how insanely hot you are, you’re still so down to earth and laid back! The past month has been a dream. So when it comes to you having a…cock…”, he paused for a moment, eyes looking down to her crotch, “like you said, we can just have sex as if it’s not even there.” John had mixed feelings about that. On one hand he was relieved she wasn’t expecting to all the sudden be the man in the relationship just because she apparently had the larger penis, but the idea of just pretending it didn’t exist felt off too.

“Thanks John. Honestly this has been one of the best month’s of my life.” Tiff smiled but felt a pang of sadness. She knew she couldn’t expect him to instantly fall in love with her cock. Even her ex boyfriend Tim, loved getting fucked by her, but always felt humiliated when she brought up how much bigger she was. It didn’t help that the fact that she was so much bigger was such a turn on for her. Secretly, she always got off on the idea of dominating Tim’s average dick with her own. But she knew she couldn’t expect John to be any different. Most men don’t want to be emasculated that way. Afterall, she was the one who suggested the idea of pretending it wasn’t there. Regardless she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when he double downed on the idea. She sat there quietly thinking it over but decided it was now or never. “Okay, John. Let’s not pretend like you’re here just to watch a movie. If we’re going to do this thing…I think it’s time you see some of my more …feminine features.” She lifted her t-shirt over her head. Tossing the shirt towards her laundry bin and looking at John expectantly. Her massive 36F breasts sat beautifully on her chest, out in the open.