Surprise

It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon. Tawny is out running errands, leaving the house blissfully empty. You’re in the living room, phone in one hand, cock in the other—thick, veiny, and rock-hard. On the screen loops one of Nick’s videos: him behind Erin, pounding her doggy-style with those frantic, piston-like thrusts, his smaller cock slapping wetly against her as he growls, “Take that cock, slut.”

But you’re not watching him. Your eyes are locked on Erin—her petite frame, those massive head-sized tits swinging, her pretty face twisted in pleasure, mouth open in a constant moan. The AI measurements still burn in your mind: your cock dwarfs his. Thicker. Longer. Better.

Your fist strokes slow and firm along your length, thumb smearing the steady leak of precum over the flushed head. The masculine thrill is electric—you’re bigger, and the proof is right here in your hand while you watch his fiancée get fucked.

You don’t hear the front door open.

You don’t hear the soft footsteps until it’s too late.

Erin steps into the living room first, blonde hair tousled, tight little sundress hugging every curve. Nick is right behind her, tall and lanky. They both freeze.

Erin’s wide blue eyes drop straight to your lap—to your thick, heavy cock standing proud, glistening, easily twice the size of the one still playing on the phone screen. Her lips part. A visible shiver runs through her petite body. Her nipples tighten instantly against the thin fabric.

Nick’s face goes red, then pale. “What the fu—”

But Erin cuts him off with a soft, breathy laugh. “Holy shit…” Her gaze flicks from your cock to the video still playing—Nick’s frantic thrusting—and back to you. Something hungry sparks in her eyes. “So that’s why you were so interested in the phone…”

She steps closer, hips swaying. Nick starts to protest, but she places a small hand on his chest without looking at him. “Stay right there, baby. Watch.”

Before you can even form words, Erin is in front of you, sinking gracefully to her knees between your spread thighs. Her tiny hands wrap around your shaft—both of them—and she lets out a genuine moan of appreciation. “Oh my god… it’s so much thicker. So much bigger than his.” She glances over her shoulder at Nick, voice turning teasing and sweet. “Look at it, Nicky. This is what a real cock looks like.”

She leans in, tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at your tip. Then she opens wide and takes you into her hot, wet mouth—stretching her lips obscenely around your girth. She bobs slowly at first, savoring every inch, moaning around you like she’s tasting something forbidden and delicious.

You groan, hand tangling gently in her blonde hair. The sight of her—Nick’s petite, buxom fiancée—worshipping your bigger cock while he stands there watching is pure filthy fire.

Erin pulls off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening head. She stands, hikes up her sundress, and climbs straight into your lap, facing you. No panties. Her soaked, puffy little pussy lips kiss the head of your cock.

“I want it,” she whispers hotly against your mouth. “I want to feel what a bigger cock does to me.”

She sinks down slowly—inch by thick inch—her tight walls stretching around you with a slick, obscene sound. Her head falls back, massive tits bouncing as she bottoms out with a broken moan. “Fuuuuck… it’s so deep. So fucking full…”

She starts riding you—slow, rolling grinds at first, then faster, bouncing on your lap with wet, rhythmic slaps. Her huge breasts jiggle hypnotically right in your face. You lean in, sucking one fat nipple into your mouth while your hands grip her plush ass, guiding her movements.

Nick is still standing there, frozen, cock visibly straining in his pants—but smaller, obviously smaller.

Erin glances at him, voice husky and commanding. “Film it, Nicky. Use your phone. I want you to watch this later—watch how I take a real cock.”

Nick hesitates only a second before pulling out the new phone Tawny bought him. The red recording light blinks on.

Erin rides you harder, faster, her tight pussy creaming around your thicker shaft, juices dripping down your balls. She kisses you deep and messy, moaning into your mouth every time you thrust up to meet her. “Bigger… so much bigger… gonna cum already—”

Her first orgasm crashes through her. She clamps down on you like a vice, squirting messily around your cock as her whole body shakes. You don’t stop—you keep thrusting up into her through it, drawing it out until she’s whimpering.

She rides you through two more orgasms, each one wetter and louder, before you finally growl against her neck and fill her tight little pussy with pulse after heavy pulse of thick cum, breeding her deep while Nick films every second.

When she finally collapses against your chest, panting and glowing, she kisses you softly and whispers, “We’re definitely doing that again.”

Nick lowers the phone, face flushed, cock twitching uselessly in his pants.

The afternoon has only just begun.