Zara Tries You On For Size

“Oh, oh, oh, hold on, hold on,” Zara groaned, stopping her descent. “Holy fuck, I feel like there’s a fucking flagpole going up my pussy.”

“I said you might want me to fist you first,” April teased her friend.

“Not helping,” Zara hissed.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say anything or not. On the one hand, your instinct was to give Zara some reassurance. Offer her help, or a suggestion, or something. Just tell her how pretty she was, or how utterly sexy the view of her squatting over your cock in reverse cowgirl, her cute ass formed into two perfect globes as her pussy stretched to accommodate your cock and her little butthole flexed in protest at you.

On the other hand, it was Zara. She wanted to do it herself. She’d picked the position. She’d even decided when to break up their 69ing and move back to sex, and that had been well after she’d finished slurping the creampie out of April.

Your nature won out in the end as she hovered with about three inches of your cock speared into her, her legs starting to quiver a little as she took deep breaths. Softly, trying not to startle her and almost snorting a laugh at the idea of her being a jumpy little rabbit, you placed your hands on her hips and slid them up higher to her thin waist. “Lean back a bit,” you said. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need help, I need to get used to this ridiculous fucking table leg you swing around,” she grunted.

“Zara,” you said evenly, holding her a little more firmly. “Let me help.”

She looked over her shoulder at you around the cascade of her coppery hair, then let out a huff and leaned back against your hands a bit more. She was lighter than April was even though she was taller, and supporting her weight was easy. The feel of her warm, slightly sweat-slick skin as you held her in such an intimate way was lovely, and you could feel her core muscles squeeze and shift as she adjusted her stance.

“Can I do anything to help?” April asked, having realised that now probably wasn’t the time for teasing. It was her and Zara’s natural norm, but this wasn’t normal.

“I don’t know,” Zara grunted softly. Then she tested whether she could trust me holding her up, using her hips to raise off your cock about an inch, then back down. “Fuck, that’s a fucking big dick.”

“What if I do a little of this?” April murmured, reaching forward. You couldn’t see what she did, but you felt Zara’s reaction as she tensed for a moment and then moaned under her breath.

“OK, that helps,” Zara mumbled. “Maybe a little softer though.”

“Like this?”

Zara just nodded. You wished you could see the look on her face, but she was facing away from you. That view of her ass was amazing, but not… personal. That first time with April, even when you’d been doing her from behind, you’d been looking in the mirror. It let you understand where she was at. With Zara, you were feeling a little blind.

“What about this?” April continued, shuffling forward a bit more. She shot you a little smile before she leaned in and kissed April softly.

“Mmf,” Zara grunted and used her hips again, taking a little more of you inside.

“Or this?” April kissed down towards her chest.

“Fuuuck,” Zara moaned, getting her nipples sucked. She started to use her hips more regularly, stroking the top four or five inches of your cock with her pussy. “Fuck, how much is left to go?”

April snorted softly. “Over half, babe. You can’t take all of it. I know I can’t - not completely.”

It was weird, being faced with the reality of your ‘mammoth cock’ as April liked to say. You’d always known it was big, but you were overall just a big guy. Tall, broad-shouldered when you weren’t slouching, big hands, big feet and shoes. But, most importantly when it came to your self-esteem, fat. Gym class had stopped after your freshman year of high school for a reason, and you’d never showered at the high school - way too weird, way too ****. You’d never been around naked guys, never been so face-to-face with the reality of your outlier-sized appendage.

The national average penis size was, arguably, between 4.5” and 6”. You were a nerd, so you’d looked it up, along with the background info of why that number could fluctuate so much - the stats were almost always self-reported and inconsistent. No one was going around actually measuring for a national dick length average. So it was likely that the national average was on the low end of that scale.

Which meant you were a little over double the national average.

The section of your cock that Zara was currently getting used to was, in fact, an ‘average’ amount of dick if she was with another guy. Of course, girth and radius were a factor you hadn’t even been able to find stats on, though based on April’s assessment you were large in that way as well.

“God fucking damn,” Zara grunted as she sat down a little further onto your cock while also leaning back a bit more. “Fuck, it feels like he’s in my stomach.”

“Tell him that,” April said in a low, sexy voice. “Tell him how he’s making you feel, Zara.”

“You’re fucking tearing my pussy apart at the goddamn seams, Ollie,” Zara growled, tossing her hair to one side as she looked over her shoulder at you. “This fucking cock is fucking ridiculous and you should be fucking arrested for **** with a deadly fucking weapon whenever you fuck April. This could fucking kill me.”

You decided that Zara was not, in fact, mad about any of these facts. So instead of apologising, which was your gut reaction, you flexed your cock and pushed up into her just a smidge.

“Holy fuck! You motherfucking asshole,” she hissed sharply, her eyes going wide.

You let your cock slip a little out of her, just that smidge. “If you really think I’m an asshole, we can stop and go back to oral,” you said evenly.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Zara snarled. “Are you dim? This feels so fucking amazing you giant dicked fucking softy. God, I want more.”

You let out a soft huff through your nose and used your hands supporting her waist to pull her down onto your cock while you pushed up just that little bit with your hips, another two inches pressing through her stretched-to-the-limit cunt.

“Oooh my gaaaawwwd,” Zara moaned, throwing her head back so hard that she almost fell back.

“That’s like two-thirds now,” April chuckled. “A little more and you’ll be at my limit.”

“Fuck,” Zara moaned. “Fuck. Do you fucking feel that, Oliver?”

“I do,” you groaned. You’d reached the limit of her pussy. You’d delved deep and found the firmer wall, the barrier between the vagina and womb. That same spot that April had ‘dick punched’ herself in when she’d thrust back at you so hard earlier.

“Fuck, I bet with some practice you could fuck my goddamn cervix,” Zara mumbled. “I’d be like one of those filthy fucking anime porn comics getting cum spewed right into me.”

“It’s called hentai, and you never told me you were into that,” April chuckled. She was still rubbing little circles on Zara’s clit but had let you both alone otherwise.

“I’m not into it but I’ve fucking seen it,” Zara muttered. She was slowly circling her hips, not sliding off or on but just sort of stirring your cock inside her like she was trying to fish around with it to find a set of keys she’d lost or something.

“Well, we might need to do more research and practice before he can fuck you like that,” April smirked.

“April,” Zara panted. “Can you just, like, put your hands on him? Give me a stopper? So I can fuck him?”

“I’ve got you,” April grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips. Then she wrapped one hand around the base of your cock, plus a finger and a half of her other hand as Zara lifted up a little to make room.

The redhead slowly used her hips, up and down this time, to feel comfortable with the depth. That had you both moaning and groaning.

“I feel like I can feel every fucking vein on this thing,” she mumbled.

“Only because I can feel every inch of you,” you groaned. “Fuck, Zara, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Just for you, you big dicked asshole,” she said, looking over her shoulder at you with a playful grin. “Now let me lay back.” You helped her ease down more until her skinny, warm back was pressed to your chest, her lower back arching over your gut, and her knees splayed wide to accommodate your cock spearing into her and April’s hands keeping the depth measure.

Your immediate reaction was to wrap your arms around her, feeling her skinny body tense and then relax as you hugged her to you.

“OK,” she breathed. “OK. Um, let’s, uh, fuck.”

“We’re already fucking,” you chuckled.

“And I’ve got the best seat in the house,” April said with a grin. “Fuck, this is so fucking hot.”

“Fine,” Zara said. “Then let’s…”

“Make love,” April prompted. “Ask him to make love to you, Zara. That’s what you really want. You should have seen the look on your face when he just hugged you.”

“This is just sex,” Zara argued.

April’s eyes darted to yours, concerned and asking you to back her up.

“Zara,” you murmured into the top of the redhead’s head, your lips brushing her crown. “Can I make love to you, please? Can we make love to you?”

She grunted, then took in a breath and let it out slowly. She relaxed again as it left her body.

“Fine,” she said softly. “Make love to me.”

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