“So you think you got skills?”
Vinny crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head. Lurita felt his eyes study her, questioning such a bold statement from a small woman.
Though petite in frame with a sharp chin, Lurita bolstered herself. She determined to prove her confidence.
“No question about it.” She raised her eyebrows as if daring to be pushed.
Vinny spoke bluntly and still held his arms tight. “Ever suck a massive dick, a beast of a cock?”
She put her hands on her narrow hips. “What’s a beast to you? That’s my question.”
She glanced him up and down, assessing Vinny this time. He reminded her of a farm boy, one who worked in the field too long in the sun and had been burned red on his fair, Caucasian skin.
Vinny unlocked his arms and spread his hands far apart. “Not just giant. I mean gi-gi-giant.”
“I am not tall, okay. You, you’re just a few inches taller than me.” She stood close to him to compare their heights. Her sharp nose was as high as Vinny’s collarbone.
Standing closely, she sniffed a nice cologne—sweet tobacco and cognac. But she put the scent aside.
“You’re a Frankenstein if you got a giant dick that I can’t suck.”
Vinny grinned.
“Oh, it’s not mine. No, no, no. I ain’t even Tiny Tim when I look at his and then mine.” He shrugged. “Some dudes, yo, they just got it.”
The thought intrigued Lurita. So big that he’d admit his small size in front of her.
“I can handle anyone,” Lurita said. “Look at these lips and my wide mouth.”
She pooched out her thick, pouty lips and then opened her wide mouth.
“Add these light eyes and—bam!—no man can handle me.”
And Lurita seemingly ended the conversation.
Vinny raised his blond eyebrows, scrunching his red forehead.
“I’ll get him then. Wait here.”
Vinny walked to the door.
“Yo!” he hollered down the hallway. “I got a queen here.”
Lurita waited in a cluttered room. She nibbled on her long silver fingernails. She had talked up her skills to Vinny, but, despite what she said, she wondered about this gi-gi-giant. However, she was one who never backed down.
Then the first part of the answer for gi-gi-giant entered the room. A tall black man stepped through the doorway, lowering his head to avoid bumping it.
Lurita scanned the large man. His shoulders were broad and his arms thick with muscle. A grizzly bear of a man. He reached out his hand to hers. She lifted a dainty hand and let it droop at the wrist—a nineteenth-century lady.
Vinny patted the man’s back. “This is Germaine.”
Germaine gave a shiny simper. He raised her hand and kissed it.
The kiss’s gentility surprised her.
“Germaine, this is Lurita. Thinkin’ she the blowjob queen.”
“Thinking?” Lurita asked.
“Germaine, this girl talkin’ shit to me about her skills, about what she do,” Vinny said.
Germaine moved behind Lurita. She could feel him immediately diminish her form. A shadow covering her. As a grown woman, she became child-size.
His hands gripped her shoulders, and, to her, they felt like heavy paws.
“What you been sayin’, babe?” Germaine said, nuzzling against her.
Lurita began to speak, but Vinny interrupted.
“She telling me she the bomb dick-sucker,” Vinny said.
“Yeah, and how I worship the cock on my knees and love to make guys cum. Yeah said it,” Lurita confirmed proudly.
“Then prove it,” Vinny ordered.
“You want me to?” Lurita retorted, wagging her head.
“I want you to,” Germain said in a deep, husky voice.
She turned to him and was caught by his massive hands, set on her shoulders. She questioned her assumption when her forearm bumped into a hardness in Germaine’s baggy jeans. She looked up to him, surprised. This was gi-gi-giant. But what astounded her was his dark eyes and a wide nose. Even more though, she liked his bright demeanor. He was more than a simpleton.
She smiled back brightly.
“Let me see this.” She touched him.
In a moment, a limp dick hung low and a sack of balls dangled far beneath it.
Germaine grabbed it and stroked it a few times.
“Damn, daddy. You got blessed.” Lurita could not remove her eyes from it.
Germaine’s heavy hands pushed her to her knees.
Dropping down, she was concerned about taking it all in her mouth and anywhere else. As her knees touched the rough carpet, her resilience returned.
She grabbed the thickened, black dick with a rough grip. Her fingers could barely wrap around its girth. Staring, the maze of veins running its length mesmerized her. Then there was its head, crowning what she now understood as gi-gi-giant—a beast.
Germaine’s left hand cupped the back of her head and eased her face forward.
The dick stared at her, thumping. It almost made her cross-eyed.
Vinny broke her charm.
“Show us them skills, girl.”
Lurita tugged down the thickness and opened her mouth. She adjusted her jaw to make more space.
Germaine’s hand pushed her head forward. His dick pushed toward her mouth. She readjusted the width of her mouth, as if taking in too many chocolate candy bars at once.
Her gag reflex began before Germaine’s head fully entered her mouth. She let her tongue rough the underside of the beast.
She moved her head back and forth slowly, unsurely. She circled her tongue around the crown. Then she leaned forward to bob deeply.
Germaine groaned. “Yeah, baby, yeah.” He closed his eyes as the woman far below him worked.
“This is so wrong,” Vinny said, interrupting the pair’s intensity.
Lurita pulled back to look at Vinny.
“What?” she asked.
“Standing next to the guy who’s getting his dick sucked. It’s the worst.”
“She startin’ to show some skills,” Germaine mumbled when Lurita took his cock deeply into her mouth.
He grabbed her small hand and brought it to his balls. She lifted the pair while further massaging him with her mouth.
Soon she attended to the very tip of the cock. The tip began to transition from rich brown to a red wine red as Germaine’s body reacted to Lurita’s skills.
She pulled off the cock and stroked just the tip quickly, adding good pressure.
She spit on her palm and massaged the goo over the log in her hand. She stroked the full length—base to tip.
“Good god!” Germaine grunted and groaned. “She doing …”
“Queen of blowjobs!” Vinny cheered loudly. “I can tell and she’s not even on my wiener.”
“You missin’ out, yo.”
Germaine grabbed her long hair and pulled back her head. He grabbed his cock and set it across her face. It reached from her pointy chin to her brown hairline. He grabbed his balls and set them over her mouth.
Lurita sniffed duskiness and sweat between his legs and hanging off his balls. Yet it was an arousing scent that reminded her of a mulch pile.
She tapped the balls with her tongue.
“Big and strong,” she mumbled innocently, sweetly.
She opened her mouth wide and stroked the cock, tempting Germaine to shoot off in her willing mouth.
“Not yet, shortie. You gotta work.”
She once more spit on his dick and kissed along both sides of its length—up and down the beast.
She moved faster, showing Vinny her skills but letting Germaine feel them.
She glanced far up to Germaine. Their eyes locked. She gave him her virtuous and naïve eyes. The mix of her tongue fluttering and eyes speaking twisted Germaine’s face.
He grabbed her hair hardly and rocked it forward.
“Open up, open up.”
She did.
Two strokes and he filled her mouth with cum. One last shot hit her ear.
Lurita put out her tongue to show the glob. Then she let it drool over her chin and to her chest.
Germaine weakened. No longer the grizzly bear but a teddy—a tired teddy bear. His face eased.
“She the queen. No doubt.”
Lurita stood. She chimed Vinny.
“Never question a queen.”