At least that is what he hoped would happen. Some nights a fear would take hold of him…what if she fell back on her word? He wondered if he would actually go through with his threat. And if he did come forward with the information, would Wendy act out in retribution?
The old Spencer would have caved; there would be no chance that he would risk his neck just to take a teacher and, more specifically, a classmate down. But the new Spencer would hold fast–how many times had bullies razzed him simply to satisfy their own sadistic pleasure? If Wendy didn’t fulfil her end of the bargain, he wasn’t just going to let himself get pushed around.
As the days to prom counted down, Spencer could barely keep his excitement in check. And the surprising thing was this excitement didn’t distract or overly occupy him–it drove him further. His marks in school were the best they had ever been. His commitment to working out remained steadfast. And he even had some fresh zingers for when assholes tried to call him out during class. Things were coming up Spencer.
And now, standing in front of the bathroom mirror before prom, Spencer never felt more like a man. He believed in himself. He felt the stirrings of confidence. His gym routine had started to develop tone and bulk, and before, when he looked into the mirror, he saw a scrawny, nervous teenager. Now he saw a tenacious young man. And not just that, but a young man bursting with virility and sporting a huge horse cock.
Spencer had known for a while now that his penis was on the larger side. He first started to notice that while some men in porn had dicks like his, others, in his eyes, looked small. He assumed that they simply had smaller than average dicks. It was only later that he came to realize that most men do not have porno-sized cocks, that the men in these videos, who looked like him, were the exceptions. They were porn stars because of their large dicks.
The prom that night was a success. Spencer had mustered up the courage to ask Laura Beasley to prom, so he didn’t have to suffer the indignity of going alone. Laura was a nerd like him, and so had no problems saying yes when he asked. He was an awful date though. He was focused on Wendy all night. Wendy was wearing a strapless, cream-coloured gown, that (in defiance of all the laws of nature) managed to keep her humongous rack in check. Every step she took caused her titanic titties to bounce up and down; every man in the room was dumbstruck.
After that night, Spencer’s nerves were on high alert, 24/7. He could barely sleep at night in anticipation. He would have to hear from her soon, or so he thought. The gnawing fears that she might back out of their deal returned in full-force, shattering his hope that he was ever going to fuck the girl of his dreams. Despair was beginning to take over.
But then, seven days after prom, he got a message from Wendy:
*hey my parents are out of the house tomorrow. my place is on the corner of Trenton and 5th, the grey one, 9pm. lets get this over with*
Spencer didn’t fall asleep that night until sunrise.
Now it might be assumed that with this new Spencer, he was approaching the situation with a cool mindset, that he could feel some semblance of comfort in the presence of Wendy Delores. But nothing could be further from the truth. Surely most men would feel inadequate before her; she was a busty goddess of the highest form. Truth be told, not only was Spencer Crabtree a virgin, but he had never even kissed a girl. This was to be a night of many firsts and his nerves were wracked. An unknown mix of anticipation and terror were taking hold of his body from the moment he jumped in his car to the instant he pulled up alongside her house.
Wendy, meanwhile, was not looking forward to that night’s activities–to put it lightly. Her anger and resentment told her she should just smack the little shit, but Wendy was also analytic, and she knew this was the best course of action. The horny bugger wouldn’t last long. Nonetheless, she knew having some drinks would help. As the hour of Spencer’s arrival came near, Wendy grabbed a bottle of gin from her parent’s liquor cabinet and threw back, over twenty minutes, three shots of the botanical beverage. Just as she placed the bottle back the doorbell rang.
Spencer was standing nervously when Wendy opened the door. Despite his nerves being a mess, he was already sporting a chubby in anticipation. He took in her smoking body as he stood gob-smacked. Wendy was merely sporting a plain, black, spaghetti-strapped tank top, which also happened to show off her massive tatas. A deep cavern of cleavage ran down the hem of her top, and our poor-boy was fixated on the huge tits in front of him. He continued down her body, admiring the brief area of bare skin between her top and ass-hugging jean shorts. Jesus!
Wendy groaned in annoyance as Spencer stood speechless.
“Come in,” she urged, “before anyone sees you.”
Spencer emerged from his daze and walked through the door. He had heard that Wendy came from a pretty wealthy family, and the house made that abundantly clear. A crystal chandelier welcomed one into the foyer, and works of original artwork hung on the walls. The family portrait was placed next to a painting of a mountain landscape, and Spencer immediately recognized where Wendy got her looks from; her mother was beautiful, and her tits were just as big as Wendy’s.
“K, follow me,” Wendy ordered. Spencer followed her across the room and up a winding staircase. Her ass swayed back and forth as Spencer’s erection grew. She led him to her bedroom at the end of a hallway. “Okay, this is how this going to work,” Wendy stated, closing the door. “I’m going to give you a blow-job. That’s it. If you think I’m going to fuck you, I’m sorry to disappoint.”
Spencer held two conflicting thoughts. Getting a blowjob from this most beautiful of busty babes was a dream come true, but he had been hoping that this would be the night he lost his virginity.
“But…like….can’t we ha…have uhh…sex, too?”
Wendy smirked and rolled her eyes. She was used to shutting-down the advances of men.
“No, we aren’t. You’re lucky I even agreed to this in the first place. Just sit down on the edge of the bed.”
Spencer walked over to the bottom of Wendy’s queen-sized bed, and proceeded to sit down. As he looked up, he took in the full glory of the woman who was about to suck his cock. He couldn’t believe how hot she was–it just wasn’t fair. Staring at the ridiculously curvy body of Wendy Delores, Spencer began to tremble. He had tried to prepare himself for this moment, but he was starting to lose it.
Wendy looked down at the quivering mess in front of her. He looked completely terrified–like a deer in the headlights. She felt a sting of empathy for the poor boy, and decided to calm him down.
“Look…are you nervous?”
Spencer was visibly shaking.
“I…I….uhhh….yeah…ummm…I’m a little nervous…” Wendy was just too much. Her body was too perfect.
For the first time that night, Wendy smiled.
“Yeah, I figured so. Just calm down.” Wendy stepped forward, bent over, and simply ran her hand down the young man’s arm, causing him to jump. Wendy laughed. “Wow, you’re a little tense.”
“I….I….I…” He had never felt this nervous about anything; it was consuming his entire body and mind, rendering his ability to speak useless.
“Look,” Wendy said, sitting down beside Spencer, “you just need to breathe. Have you ever been with a girl before?”
“…umm…no.”
“Please tell me you’ve at least kissed a girl.”
Spencer shook his head.
“Oh boy,” Wendy replied, “you’re a piece of work. I can’t believe you had the balls to get me to do this.”
Wendy thought of how to proceed. If she just went down on the young man, he’d probably blow his load before she even had his pants off. She figured it would be a good way to humiliate him. A little tit for tat. But her better nature was coming through. Maybe it was the gin, but she also felt, conflictingly, genuinely sorry for him. Wendy often intimidated men in intimate settings, but it was obvious none of them came close to what Spencer was now feeling.
“Relax. Here. I’m going to just…hold your hand.” Wendy reached across and took Spencer’s hand in hers. His heart jumped at the feeling. Her smooth, warm hand was wrapped around his, and he was surprised as he looked up into Wendy’s eyes. Expecting to be met with a patronizing sneer, he was instead met with a compassionate gaze. Her attempts to calm him seemed genuine, and this allowed him to breathe a little more steadily.
“Now,” she proceeded, “close your eyes.”
Spencer did as he was told.
Within the briefest of moments, Wendy’s soft, plump lips met his. Butterflies rushed through his stomach as he responded by puckering his lips. The warmth emanating from Wendy’s soft lips travelled down his body, calming his nerves while giving rise to a deep lust in his loins. The kiss only lasted a moment, but Spencer was already floating on air.
Wendy pulled back and smiled. “Wasn’t that nice? I was afraid you might throw up there for a minute.”
Spencer couldn’t respond.
It was then Wendy noticed the massive bulge in Spencer’s pants.
“What?…..No way,” Wendy whispered, “Here…just…let me see.”
Spencer froze as Wendy reached for his throbbing cock. Starting at the base, she slowly ran her hand up the outlines of his cock, over his pants, attempting to get a sense of its true size. A moan escaped Spencer’s lips as she gently ran her fingers up and down his shaft.
“Oh my God, Spencer! For such a skinny dweeb you sport quite the horse cock.”
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