Guess Where the Foot-Long Went

I kicked the door shut with my heel and dropped the grocery bags on the counter. Mia was already on the couch in one of my old shirts, bare legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone. She looked up, smirked, and tossed the phone aside.

“You’re late. I was about to start without you.”

I grinned, toeing off my boots. “Patience. I brought the good snacks.” I walked over, leaned down, and kissed her slow. She tasted like the strawberry candy she always kept in her pocket. When I pulled back she reached straight for the front of my jeans, palm pressing against the heavy outline already starting to thicken.

“Jesus, it’s already half-awake. You planning on putting that somewhere useful tonight or just teasing me with it again?”

I caught her wrist and pinned it lightly against the cushion. “Close your eyes.”

She raised an eyebrow but did it. I unzipped, shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough, and let the full length drop free. Even half-hard it hung thick and long, the head already flushed. I wrapped her fingers around the base so she could feel the weight.

“Guess where it’s going first.”

Her hand stroked once, slow, measuring. “Mmm. My mouth. Obviously.”

“Wrong.” I guided her hand lower, between her own legs, and pressed the fat head against the soft cotton of her panties. She was already damp. “Try again.”

She laughed under her breath. “Okay, fine. Inside me. Right now. No warmup, just shove the whole thing in and see if I can still walk tomorrow.”

I pulled the panties aside and rubbed the tip up and down her slit, coating it. “Still wrong. Keep guessing.”

I flipped her onto her stomach across the couch cushions, yanked the shirt up over her hips, and dragged her panties down to her knees. The thick head nudged against her entrance. She pushed back immediately, greedy. I gave her the first three inches in one steady push. She groaned into the pillow.

“Fuck, okay, it’s going in my pussy. I win.”

“Not yet.” I pulled almost all the way out, then pressed the slick head higher, between the soft cheeks of her ass. She tensed for half a second, then relaxed when I just rested it there, sliding up and down without pushing in.

“Guess again.”

Her voice came out breathy. “You’re such an asshole. Literally.”

I laughed, reached around, and found her clit with two fingers. Circles, firm and steady, while the heavy length of my cock rested against her. She started rocking back, chasing the friction. When she was dripping again I lined back up with her pussy and sank in halfway.

“Still guessing?”

“It’s in me. God, it’s stretching…”

I pulled out completely, flipped her onto her back, and knelt between her thighs. The shirt was still bunched under her arms. Her tits looked perfect like that, nipples tight. I stroked myself once, the full twelve inches shiny with her, and tapped the head against her clit.

“Last chance.”

She reached down, wrapped both hands around as much as she could, and guided it lower. “Here. All the way. Stop playing and fuck me with it.”

I pushed in slow this time, watching every inch disappear. The stretch always took a second. She was tight, hot, gripping the thick shaft like she didn’t want to let it go. Halfway she sucked in a sharp breath and locked her ankles behind my back.

“That’s it.. keep going. I can take it.”

I gave her another two inches, then the rest in one long slide until my hips met hers. She was full, completely. I stayed still, letting her adjust, while I kissed her neck and murmured against her skin.

“Feel that? Every inch. Tell me how it feels.”

“Like you’re rearranging my guts in the best way. Move. Please.”

I started thrusting, long, deep strokes that dragged the thick ridge along her front wall. She moaned with every one, hands sliding down to grip my ass and pull me harder. The wet sound of it filled the living room. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and drove deeper. The new angle made her cry out.

“Right there. Don’t stop.”

I picked up the pace, hips snapping. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. She was getting louder, the playful edge still in her voice even as it broke.

“Guess what I’m thinking about right now,” she panted.

“My cock?”

“How I’m going to walk funny tomorrow and every time I sit down I’ll remember exactly where that cock went.”

I grinned against her skin and fucked her harder. The couch creaked. She came first, tight pulses around me, thighs shaking, a long broken moan that turned into my name. I kept going through it, chasing my own edge, until I pulled out at the last second and stroked the thick length over her stomach. Thick ropes landed across her skin, some reaching the underside of her tits.

She looked down, then up at me with a wicked little smile. “Messy. I like it.”

I caught my breath, then scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom. She wrapped her legs around my waist, the half-hard length of me trapped between us, still slick.

“Round two already?” she asked against my neck.

“You still haven’t guessed every place it can go.”

I dropped her on the bed and she immediately rolled onto her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder. I knelt behind her, rubbed the head against her entrance again, and pushed in with one smooth thrust. She was even wetter now. I gripped her hips and started fucking her in earnest, hard, deep, the full length disappearing and reappearing shiny with her.

I reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I pounded into her. She pushed back to meet every thrust, ass bouncing against me. The headboard started knocking the wall. She came again, louder this time, collapsing forward onto her elbows while I kept using her. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and pushed her knees up toward her chest.

“Open up. I want to see it stretch you.”

She held her legs and watched as I sank back in. The view was filthy, her pussy gripping the thick shaft, lips stretched wide around the base. I fucked her like that until I couldn’t hold back. This time I stayed buried and came deep, pulsing hard while she clenched around me and milked every drop.

We stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. I finally pulled out slow. A thick trickle of cum followed. She reached down, scooped some up with two fingers, and licked them clean while looking me dead in the eye.

“So,” she said, voice still rough. “Where’d the foot-long go tonight?”

I collapsed beside her, one arm draped over her waist. “Everywhere it could. And we’re not done guessing.”

She laughed, rolled on top of me, and straddled my hips. My cock was already twitching back to life under her. She reached down, lined me up, and sank onto the first few inches with a soft sigh.

“Then I guess I better keep practicing until I get it right every time.”

She started riding me slow, hands on my chest, taking a little more with every drop of her hips. I watched the thick length stretch her over and over, disappearing inside that tight heat. Her playful smirk never left her face even when her eyes fluttered and her voice turned ragged.

“Fuck… it’s so big. I can feel every vein. You like watching me take it?”

“Love it. Take more.”

She did. Until she was sitting flush against me, completely full, grinding in small circles. I gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her. The room filled with the wet slap of skin and her increasingly filthy commentary, how deep it was, how she was going to be sore in the best way, how she wanted me to fill her again.

When she came the third time she collapsed forward onto my chest, still pulsing around me. I rolled us, hooked her legs over my arms, and drove into her hard and deep until I followed, flooding her a second time.

We lay tangled after, sweat cooling on our skin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. She tilted her head up and kissed the underside of my jaw.

“Next time I’m blindfolding you,” she murmured. “Then you have to guess where I put it.”

I laughed, already half-hard again just from the thought. “Deal. But fair warning, I’m very good at finding things.”