That time I watched hi[m] [f]uck my dream girl and I learned size matters

This is a long, completely true, vaguely cuckold-y story from my college days at a large American university. It’s about how a small group of girls who I hung out with a lot proved to me that size matters. I’ve changed the names for obvious reasons, but every detail is as accurate as possible. I made up things like measurements, because obviously there wasn’t a fucking ruler lying around every second, but I consider myself a pretty decent judge of breast and penis size just from having a ton of experience with both. (I’ve been with dozens of women, and I’m one of those over-the-top critique-ers of dick pics on the internet who knows Mandingo is really only like 9.5” long at best.) So there you go, read on if you want to know my story.

 

 

Back when I was in college, I had a close girl friend named Nicole. To be honest, I was friend zoned by her. She had an interest in me, briefly, but I pursued it too hard – which is very unlike me – and I pretty much lost my chance. I lost it completely when she became enamored with the male subject of this story.

 

But maybe the friend-zoning is in part because Nicole is my ideal girl, body-wise, and I have every inch of her burned into my memory from the night she sent me nude pictures when she was into me. She is a petite 5’1” brunette with perfectly tear-drop shaped C-cup tits with perky brown nipples just a little darker than her skin, which is fairly white with just a bit of a tan. Her greatest asset is the view from behind, which has left many men drooling when she walks by. She has a large ass, but not fat – it just has the perfect curve out, no sag, and compliments her hourglass figure perfectly. Her face sets her apart too – a gorgeous, wide smile under a cute little nose and big brown eyes and hair down a little past her shoulders that – at least she’s told me – she loves to have pulled.

 

I can compare her best to Dillion Harper, but that doesn’t really do her justice – she is far prettier, without the pig nose, and has slightly smaller boobs. Picture this ass and these legs: http://cdnstatic.visualizeus.com/thumbs/45/68/4568efe933483ef302f67125793de7ed_h.jpg on the rest of Dillion Harper’s body: http://41.media.tumblr.com/7c0f09b224463e7b848b1d186bc65ac3/tumblr_ndi8mgic5g1qd9d4po3_1280.jpg , and with a stunningly beautiful face just a bit wider than this one: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x787J2U–FU/Upv9T0phLjI/AAAAAAAACbk/5v_ta190Oc4/s1600/Victoria+Justice.jpg

 

She has three girlfriends who she was always with, and they all lived together from sophomore through senior year. They were all equally as attractive as Nicole (or more) to most other men.

 

There’s Sara, who has a very tempting set of full, bouncy, natural D-cup tits and dark, spotless Italian skin. She was thin but curvy, with another great hourglass figure. She had the body of Susanna from McNudes (with slightly smaller, but real, breasts) http://www.nudespuri.com/galleries/mc-nudes/2006-12/susanna_2atf/ with the face and hair of Cece from New Girl: http://www.fansshare.com/media/content1/570_New-Girl-s-Hannah-Simone-discusses-Cece-and-Jess-friendship-5806.jpg

 

There’s Emily, the less curvy one, a cocktail waitress who looks so ridiculously similar to Jenna Haze they might be confused if you didn’t realize Jenna Haze is probably 10 years older: http://i.imgur.com/BmbGeNM.jpg I fucked Emily a few times, as friends with benefits. But it wasn’t really much of an achievement, as she fucked a lot.

 

And there is Kirsten, the cute, innocent-looking blonde with huge tits (definitely bigger than Sara’s D cups, but I don’t know the cup size), a very curvy yet thin body, and an absolutely gorgeous, youthful face that drove guys crazy with the whole “I’m so cute and helpless!” thing. Picture a young Bree Olsen with bigger boobs and hypnotizing light blue eyes. http://www.theomegaproject.org/bree-olson-stripping-down

 

These are generally nice girls. Nicole is kind of a “good girl,” and she said she only had sex with guys she dated. She had dated three guys and had sex with them by the time this story starts in sophomore year of college. She had a couple one-night stands under her belt, too, but she didn’t like to admit it. Emily was wild – she fucked nearly every guy she could. It was a power thing for her, I think, because she liked to be chased. So she teased and fucked guys of all types just to have them chase after her. Kirsten was a sorority girl who was pretty much like Nicole in the guy department, although she kept a friend with benefits around at all times to fool around with – she was a little more sexual than Nicole. Sara was especially “good” – she lost her virginity to the guy she was dating at the time and is now engaged to.

 

I was around the girls’ apartment a lot, and I overheard each of them fuck a few times except Sara. Nicole was loud, and it was incredibly sexy. I was turned on and disgusted at the same time, because I wanted her so bad but it wasn’t me doing the fucking. Emily and Kirsten were loud, too, but Kirsten’s voice was a little raspy (sexy at times, annoying at others) and Emily sounded so porn-like – practiced and fake.

 

In the fall of our sophomore year, Nicole and I were on again/off again interested in each other. We got as far as sexting a bit over Thanksgiving break (pictures I cherish – and keep to myself – to this day), but we never hooked up. I felt like I had a chance until the night the girls met Jamie.

 

Emily had met Jamie at work. He was a bartender, and a good looking one. He was a tall guy, about 6’2”, with a pretty decently athletic body and a scruffy face. Not a model, but probably good looking enough to warrant comparison to Chad Michael Murray. He was actually a pretty nice guy – a little cocky, but not over the top. And because of all of that, he got around a lot. He had built up a reputation at the university for banging the hottest girls, all the time. He was a Chad Thundercock in every way (thanks, I guess, Red Pill!)

 

Emily brought him to a party the girls threw, and it was apparent that they were going to hook up. They were flirting a bit, but she was playing hard to get. That all changed after they danced. She said he was a “great dancer” and that meant great sex, but – as I found out later – his dancing had nothing to do with it. When Emily showed me her texts (much, much later), I saw that she had texted Nicole during the party: “Ok, Jamie just pout my hand on his dick.” Nicole responded, “LOL creepy” and Emily texted back: "HUGE." And Nicole sent bunch of the heart-eyes emoji back. Apparently, when being really aggressive, the line between “creepy” and “hot” is drawn somewhere above my cock size, because I never got that kind of reaction from being forward.

 

I cuddled with Nicole that night in the bedroom she shared with Sara. Emily and Jamie were alone in the other bedroom. Sara and Kirsten were gone for the night. Sometime late at night, we hear Emily slowly starting to moan. Then she gets louder. We hear an “ouch,” and we laugh about it. Nicole tells me that Emily showed her a picture he sent her the day before – and he’s on the “bigger end.” I wasn’t really intimidated, since I have a pretty huge cock myself – about 8×5.5 on a good day. It had impressed girls, including Emily when we first hooked up. So I said to Nicole, with a little chuckle, that I could relate to hearing the occasional “ow,” and she said, “Not like this…” and trailed off, realizing she just told me he was bigger. I asked “What, is he bigger?” and she responded that she didn’t know, and let’s try to sleep – she was “drunk and tired”.

 

Emily started screaming. And not screaming like I had made her scream when we fucked – this sounded totally different. I heard her lose control that night, and I realized she was acting when she was with me. Faking it. This was Emily enjoying herself. This was Emily cumming, again and again. And it was incredibly hot. Nicole noticed, and she kept squirming in bed, but she didn’t say anything.

 

Nicole loves to have her nipples played with, so I reached up her shirt while we listened to what was happening next door. She let me, and she moaned a bit. But she told me “We can’t have sex – I am on my period.” And when I rolled her over to kiss her and see her chest for the first time in person, she pulled away and said we shouldn’t.

 

The next morning, Nicole and I woke up first. We hung out in the living room, cooked ourselves a small breakfast, and just as I was about to leave, Emily and Jamie came out of the bedroom. Emily was wearing only a large t-shirt – Jamie’s – and he was wearing boxer briefs. Nicole yelled at him “Oh my god, put some clothes on, you can’t walk around like that!” but she had a huge smile on her face the whole time. I was getting red with embarrassment – his bulge was huge, and you could clearly see the outline of a soft dick trailing down his leg a few inches. I could even make out the head, which was bigger than the head of my dick even though he was so soft the whole thing bent when he walked. There was no way Nicole wouldn’t have noticed.

 

Jamie laughed, faked an apology, and walked back to the bedroom to get his pants. Nicole mouthed an “oh my god” to Emily, who responded with a smile and mouthing “I know!” like I was too stupid to pick up on it.

 

The next night, there was a repeat party. Basically all the same people, in another apartment in the girls’ building. But this time, Nicole hung all over Jamie. Emily did too, but they were clearly in competition and Emily was clearly losing. He was choosing Nicole as a beer pong partner and all that silly shit. All four girls laughed and giggled at every little thing he said, and all four blew off all other guys, including me and Sara’s boyfriend. One guy at the party had all four of the hottest girls vying for his attention.

 

And during the height of the party, I realized who was gone. Nicole and Jamie.

 

I couldn't stand the rest of the party. I was so anxious – I had to know if she was with him and what they were doing. I couldn't stand the thought of losing my chance with my dream girl just because some other guy was really well endowed.

 

I didn't have an excuse to go downstairs to their apartment, though. I needed one. So I tried to convince Emily to take me downstairs for a hookup, but she didn't seem interested. I talked to Sara and John about going down to hang out and get out of the party, which John thought was a great idea. Sara said no way and said that she forgot her key anyway (note: they never lock the door). Kirsten was nowhere to be found.

 

So I went downstairs alone. I stood outside the door to see what I could hear, and it was silent. Slowly, I opened the door and went in.

 

It was just how it always looked. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except I knew Jamie was there, because I could see his shirt on the living room floor, next to a bra. A trail of clothing led to the bedroom that Sara and Nicole shared.

 

The door was closed, but I sat in the living room and listened. I even turned off the heat to hear better.

 

I heard the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping skin while she stroked him. I heard him moan a little when she made quiet slurping sounds. After a few minutes of this, I heard bed creaking noises and Nicole beginning to moan. Then she screamed.

 

Her screams, too, were unrecognizably different from every other time I had heard her. Nicole was always loud, but now she was barely able to breathe. She was yelling incoherently. You’d assume there would be “You’re so huge!” and “Oh my God” and such, but there wasn’t – I don’t think she could form a sentence. The entire time. I have no idea how long this lasted, because I got lost in listening to the utter the domination of my dream girl, realizing I could never compete, and getting turned on by the whole thing. I wanted to cry, but I also wanted to see this at the same time.

 

So I tried to see. With the bedroom door closed, my best chance was going outside and seeing if there was any space in the blinds to look in. As much as I hate being a creeper, this was the first instance in my life I felt compelled to creep. I have a bit of a fetish for huge dicks fucking hot women, and it was possible the biggest dick ever was fucking my dream girl right then and there. I wanted to see, more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything before. I wanted to finally see Nicole getting fucked, and see her having the most pleasure she’s ever had, from the sound of it.

 

Well, I couldn’t get a great look at first because they were just out of the sight range I could get, but I could tell from the cracks in the poorly-closed blinds that Nicole was on the bottom. They were in missionary position, and he was very slowly going up and down. I could catch a glimpse of his dick every time he pulled out, and I knew it was him. It was too incredibly thick and inhumanly long to be anybody else.

 

He raised Nicole’s legs up to his shoulders and slowly started to insert his massive head. Her head tilted back so I could see her face – a look of pain, but she didn’t ask him to stop or slow down.

 

I’ve never been more turned on in my life than I was at that moment. Even now, reliving it, it doesn’t begin to compare. At that moment, I was witnessing the thing I had always imagined, except in my dreams I was the owner of the giant cock. I was me that she wanted so desperately, and she came on my dick without any effort on my part. I envied him.

 

I watched as he turned her around on the bed, giving me a side view. She sat up and sucked him. When she did, I got my first look at her bare breasts. I never thought that my first experience with seeing Nicole’s tits would be a bad memory. But this night accomplished the impossible in so many ways. These breasts that I had waited so long to see, wanted so badly to touch, were revealed to me by accident, and revealed purposely to this guy on Day 2 just because he had a monster cock. She wanted to show him, and I couldn’t do enough to earn that from her.

 

While she sucked (or tried to, anyway), he looked pretty hard, but it was obviously bending too much to be totally hard. Even so, it was HUGE. Her lips could only barely get around the head and the next inch or so, and her right hand was wrapped around it without her fingers even close to touching. She touched herself with her left hand. With her mouth on the tip, there had to be 9 inches of cock exposed – there was more un-sucked cock than the entire length of my 8-inch cock. I truly believe that Jamie is 10-11 inches long, and at least as thick as a Red Bull can (her hands don’t go around that, either, but I think they get a tiny bit closer on a can than they did on his mostly-hard dick).

 

I've never seen anything like it, before or since. Nothing real, anyway. Picture Mandingo's length, then add a little more, and make it as girthy as Shorty Mac looks from the top (he’s not as thick as Jamie, but he looks the part from the right angle). Give it a big, fat head and an upward curve. That was Jamie's erection. And it was being worshipped by my best friend and dream girl, right in front of me. And she was entranced.

 

I watched Nicole lick, kiss, and struggle to suck it for a minute or two until he pushed her back onto the bed to lay down. Then he flipped her over, so she was laying on her stomach with her perfect breasts pouring out of her sides. He got on the bed behind her and started to guide his cock in. This time, he didn’t hold back.

 

I watched for what felt like an eternity as Jamie basically jumped up and fell back into Nicole’s perfect pussy, making her ass jiggle as he bounced off of it every time. From the look on her face, she never wanted it to end. I could hear her screams again. While it was mostly incoherent and breathless gasps again, she did get out a few words. “Ohmygodphmygodohmygod” “FUCK you’re so huge!” “Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”

 

I watched as he kept it inside her and she feverishly squeezed her ass cheeks together, begging for the pleasure his cock could give her. “Fuck me again! Please!” I watched as he pulled her up into doggy style and pulled her hair, and she arched her back, tilted her hair back, and screamed as loud as I had ever heard anyone scream. I watched as he pulled out, put her on her knees on the floor and, with her back to the window, stroked himself (with two hands that still left a lot of room) to orgasm, cumming all over her face. I couldn’t see the cum, because her head was in the way. But I assume it was a large load, because when he was done, she licked his cock clean and then stood up and ran for the Kleenex box right away and used a dozen or so to wipe her face and chest clean. When she faced the window, I could see ropes of cum on her perfect tits. And not my cum.

 

When they were cleaning up, I couldn't hear what they were saying but I could see Jamie was still showing off his dick. He was helicoptering it, waving it side to side, and hitting her with it when she came too close, which made both of them laugh. When he was half-hard, it hung halfway to his knees. As they got into bed and shut off the lights, I ran so I wouldn’t be caught.

 

I beat off five times by myself after I got home. I went to bed that night alone, sad, and turned on.

 

Nicole was not interested in me at all after that night. Her constant texting stopped, her visits stopped, and we would still hang out, but I was suddenly like her gay best friend instead of a potential partner. She also talked about wanting to just "be single" for a while.

 

I asked Nicole about her sudden emotional distance a few weeks later, just to see if she’d be honest with me or not. She said she just wanted to be single, and didn’t really need as relationship or sex right now. I said that she seemed close to Jamie, that I know how huge he is, and I know that she likes big dick, and I asked if he came between us. She said she never slept with him, and she just wanted to be single. Kirsten and Emily (at different times) also said they didn't fuck him, and that they wanted to be single, too.

 

I was very tempted to let her know then that I saw them fucking, but I didn’t say anything. I waited.

 

About a week later, he asked Kirsten out and she accepted. They were a couple. And she slept at his place every night, missed classes during the day, and always seemed tired but happy. I knew why.

 

Later that same day, Emily sent Nicole a text with a picture attached. I saw it before Nicole realized I was looking. It was a picture of Jamie’s dick, stretching Nicole’s mouth, with Emily kissing the side of it. There were four hands and two mouths on his giant cock. The text said, “Should I delete this? Lol”

 

I called Nicole out on it. "You never slept with him, huh?" She said "We fooled around once, but we didn't have sex! I just did it because Emily wanted to, uh, see him hard.”

 

(I found out about that picture from Emily later. She let me read a group text between the girls during a party, talking about hooking up with Jamie after Emily had sent them all a picture of his giant cock. Even Sara was in the text, just not really participating beyond a text saying “That is like 10x the size of John’s!” and “Is that real?” It was a lot of short, semi-joking texts like "Did it hurt?" “OMGWANT” and “I just realized I’ve been fucking babies,” and, eventually, “I kind of want to fuck him – just once. Just to see what it’s like.” That last text came from Nicole.)

 

So I told Nicole that I knew better than that, as her friend, and there’s no way she just gave him head. It didn't matter anyway, I said – we weren't dating. And she caved. Kind of. She said that her and Emily had a threesome with him once, and it was terrible because it hurt so bad. She would never touch him again, because it was too big. She said, “It’s not him. He’s not on my mind at all.”

 

Well, a few weeks later, he dumped Kirsten. He started dating Nicole, and he confided in me that he had fucked Nicole and/or Emily almost daily while dating Kirsten. I told him he was a dick and not to hurt Nicole that same way, but I knew he would.

 

For the next couple of years, he hopped around between dating and fucking Nicole, Emily, Kirsten, and her sorority sisters as he wanted. There were other girls, too, including most of the female bar staff. He became more and more of a dick to each of them, but they didn’t care.

 

Each of them tried to tie him down. Each time, he just cheated on them, and they forgave him. He eventually dumped each of them, and even dumped Kirsten for Emily, explicitly stating that he just wanted Emily now. Kirsten still had sex with him, even while he dated Emily. The girls sometimes got mad at each other, but always ended up making up and saying, “I guess at least you aren’t some random skank.”

 

I would ask them all why they put up with it. Was his dick really that special? He didn't have much else to offer. He barely made grades to stay in school, never had a job, and became quite an asshole over time. (He’s still bartending in that town today.) Emily admitted that, yeah, she loved his cock, but said "I really love him! You can’t help who you love!" Kirsten just said "Size doesn't matter." and also said that she loved him. And Nicole? When they first dated, she said, "You know I like big dick, but it's not everything. If he hurts me, cheats on me, I'm done." Of course, when he did those things, several times, she forgave him. Every time. And she stopped dating other guys entirely for two years or so, until she dated a nice guy senior year of college. She cheated on him with Jamie several times.

 

Sara eventually cheated on her boyfriend with Jamie, too. I wasn’t there, I have no story for it, but she did it and it became public knowledge. John didn’t break up with her, but they had a huge fight, and she fucked Jamie again during that fight. And let Jamie take pictures the second time. Pictures which she and the other girls joked about sending to John, but they never did. She said, “I don’t know why I did it – I was just frustrated! I made one mistake and John was being such an asshole about the whole thing!” So, apparently, her answer to John being upset that she cheated was to cheat again. The other girls just called John an asshole and asked her how she liked it. Sara said it was the best sex ever. All of this was said right in front of me, and then covered up with “But I love John so much!”

 

Before you think these girls are unusually slutty: This is standard for him. He ran all over that campus. I never heard of a girl refusing him for long.

 

The moral of the story, for me, is big dick has even bigger power. And since seeing for myself the difference between girls’ responses to my big dick and Jamie’s absolutely huge dick, no one will convince me otherwise.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3xvjla/that_time_i_watched_him_fuck_my_dream_girl_and_i