“I knew yours,” I said.
“I’m sorry the assholes pick on you,” she said.
“Oh, don’t be,” I shrugged, the door now open to lead this where I wanted it to go.
“Why not? I hang out with them,” she said.
“The high school hierarchy is all a game,” I answered and then added, “plus, I’ve seen them naked, and I know there’s one key way I’m superior to them.”
“Is that so?” she asked, glancing directly at my crotch for the first time after beginning our rather deep conversation… at least deep for between a nerd and a cheerleader.
“Trust me,” I said, oozing confidence and knowing I wasn’t bluffing. Thank you Ms. Chan!
“Show me?” she asked, surprising me a little… my plan was working just as intended.
“You sure?” I asked, acting like perhaps this wasn’t a good idea.
“You brought it up,” she said.
“Oh, it’s up, all right,” I flirted wittily… Wow, I just flirted.
“Prove it,” she challenged, her gaze aimed directly at the fabric tent housing my impressive package.
“It’s pretty big,” I warned, not yet moving… trying to get her to beg to see it.
“I don’t believe you,” she said.
“I don’t care if you believe me,” I said, “more than one woman has told me I’m substantially bigger than ninety-nine percent of the men she’s seen.”
“No way,” she said, gazing down once again at my crotch.
“Way,” I said, hating to sound like a dumb surfer.
“Show me,” she repeated.
“I don’t want to scare you,” I warned, “I’m told it can scare younger girls.”
“Who has seen it?” she questioned, reeled almost completely in.
“A few hot women,” I said. “They don’t judge me on my looks, but on my personality, smarts and… well… my big fat cock.”
“Big fat cock?” she asked, once again glancing at my crotch… or staring may be the better description.
“It’s long and fat,” I explained, “so big fat cock works.”
“For fuck sakes,” she said frustratedly, as she reached for my cock and grabbed it through my sweats, “let me see the damn… oh my GOD!”
“That’s one of the screams I usually hear later on,” I responded wickedly, not at all fazed that her hand was gripping my hard on.
“It feels huge,” she said in awe as she squeezed it.
“It is huge,” I clarified.
“Can I please see it?” she asked, looking up at me with amazement and intrigue.
“If you want to,” I said, trying to act nonchalant, as if I didn’t care at all whether she saw it or not.
“I do want,” she said, with a lust I was getting used to. She reached for my sweats and I accommodated her by raising my ass so she could pull them down, releasing my big, fat cock for her to see.
“Wow!” Was all she said as she stared at it in all its glory. I imagine the same way a woman might stare at a massive 24k diamond.
“I told you it was big,” I said, as it pointed directly at her.
“I know, but this is a whole new dimension of big,” she said, completely captivated by my cock.
“So I’ve been told,” I said, still acting casual as if a cheerleader staring at my cock wasn’t a big deal (that pun was intended).
“Can I touch it?” she asked.
“If you want,” I repeated, again casually.
She reached up and took it in her hand and said in wonder and admiration, “I can’t even wrap my hand around the fucker.”
“Probably not a problem you have with the jocks and their small cocks,” I said, amused at my kindergarten rhyme.
“Definitely not,” she agreed, staring like it was a shrine.
“Show me your tits,” I ordered, not asking, but ordering… subliminally making a distinction of who was in charge here… a natural feeling I didn’t know I had… not with hot cheerleaders, anyway.
“Um, yeah, okay,” she said, her hesitation less than a couple of seconds… the power of a big, fat cock at work… the ultimate magic trick.
I watched as she let go of my cock, pulled her sweater over her head and unclasped her bra, tossing both aside. “You like?” she asked, squeezing her tits together. They weren’t as big as my mother’s, but they were pretty big and impressive, with big areolas and super hard nipples that displayed her excitement.
I think I surprised her when I said, not acting overly impressed, “Yeah, they’re okay.”
I could tell she was surprised and even a bit wounded by my answer, I’m sure she was accustomed to being worshipped and drooled over, but if she and I were going to hook up, I’d be using her as a fuck toy, not a lover. I mean I’d do my best to get her off, to blow her mind even, but I wouldn’t be the least bit worshipful about it, that would be her job. Pushing her surprise away, she reached back down and resumed stroking my cock.
I offered, as if I didn’t care either way, “You can suck it if you want.”
“Okay,” was all she said as she bent down, shifted her body a bit, and took my cock in her mouth. I should note we were still both on the couch.
“That’s it, take your time and worship my big, fat cock,” I moaned, after a couple of tentative slow minutes, as I imagine I was fatter than any she’d ever had, and longer.
“It’s so big it’s stretching my mouth,” she said, still in complete reverence of my cock.
“You should feel what it does to a tight cunt,” I said, purposely using the harsher word and escalating the seduction… if this even was a seduction.
“I can imagine,” she said, in a lustful trance.
“Are you imagining it now?” I asked, knowing she was.
“Yeah,” she nodded, as she licked my shaft.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered.
“I want this cock inside me.”
“Give me your panties,” I ordered.
“Okay,” she agreed without the slightest hesitation. She was in big, fat cock lust, and going forward she would likely do whatever I told her. So I’d decided to keep these as a memento of my first solo conquest.
I watched as she stood up and pulled down a cute red pair of panties, although I only got the briefest glimpse of her pussy… shaved, as I’d assumed.
She handed them to me and I said, “Now get on your knees and suck my big, fat cock to get it ready for that cunt of yours.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, as she lowered herself before me.
“Doing what?” I asked innocently, enjoying the power my cock was having over this cheerleader.
“Sucking your cock,” she said, as she stroked it and took it back in her mouth.
“Yet you’re dying to have it in that tight cunt of yours,” I pointed out.
“God, yes,” she agreed between sucks.
I reached for my phone, which I’d cunningly left between the couch’s cushions for easy access, and I began filming her sucking me. I have to admit she was a decent cock sucker, not Mom or Ms. Chan good, but pretty damn good.
I ordered, my phone aimed directly at her, “Tell me how much bigger I am than the jocks.”
She allowed my saliva-soaked cock to leave her mouth and began to answer before she saw I was filming her, “So much… w-w-what are you doing?”
“Filming you for posterity,” I answered.
“Please stop,” she said, although she didn’t budge from her position or release her grip on my cock.
“Sorry,” I shrugged, “But if you want my cock, you’ll answer my questions.”
“But not on camera,” she pleaded.
“I promise it will only be for me,” I said, which I meant, “and I’m a man of my word.”
“You swear?” she asked, looking hungrily back at my cock and letting her lust supersede the risk of her downfall from popularity.
“I swear,” I said, then added although I was never a scout, “Scout’s honour.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she repeated, as she resumed sucking me while I filmed her.
Wow, the power of a big, fat cock is majestic! I let her suck for a minute before I repeated my order, “Now tell me how much bigger I am than the jocks.”