8 Inches for Molly

8 Inches for MollyI've known Molly for years. I had a little crush on her in high school, 30 plus years ago. But nothing ever came of it.And then, we became just friends on FB, after a reunion some 10 plus years ago. Just casual.She lives in Minnesota, and I live in Florida (where we went to high school). Usually I see her, in person, maybe twice a year, when she visits. A group of friends get together and we go out to eat.But on this last visit, we found ourselves eating lunch together alone, when a few people dropped out, and she was going to meet up with some others later that night (I had previous plans for the night).After we ordered our food, and the lunch was brought to the table, it seemed the chef had shorted her the chicken portion in her Chicken Caesar Salad. The piece of chicken was tiny. But Molly was just going to live, it seemed, because she said, "Well, I guess size doesn't matter."This is when my brain blurted out, without thinking, "Are you sure? Maybe it does."Molly, who is quite outspoken and blunt (I think that was one of the things that attracted me to her in high school, to begin with) responded with, "Uh...I've had a lot of 'chicken' (you could actually hear the punctuation), they all fill you pretty much the same."Now......here's where I should have istanbul escort let this go, but I just couldn't. So I said, "Well, maybe you just haven't had a really big piece."That seemed to be the end of the discussion, as we ate for a while. Until Molly suddenly said, 'How big is your piece of chicken?" BTW, I was having a burger. I almost choked on my burger. My mind was racing as I tried to come up with a clever response. And I'm sure my face was flushed. And she was watching me, smirking.And after I composed myself, she said again, "How big is your piece of chicken? I want to know. You inferred something....."I answered, "Are you sure? You really want to know?"She nodded.And then I resigned myself that she wasn't going to give up. So pulled out cell phone, located a photo (full on erect) I had in a message from a previous girlfriend (she loved dick pics to be sent to her at inappropriate times so she could look at them a feel naughty) and forwarded the photo to Molly's phone. Then I pointed at her phone, and said, "Take a look."She picked up her phone. Opened the photo. And gasped, and dropped her phone. Clonk!Meanwhile, I tried to casually eat my burger, acting like this was normal.Once she avcılar escort had picked it up her phone again, and looked at the photo some more, she started asking questions like, "This is you? Did you photoshop this? How do you hide this? Is this you? Really? Is this you?"I just smiled at her.To which she said, oddly enough, "Does it hurt?""Me? No. But you, I would have to be careful", I said, "Do you want to find out?"By now I was feeling a little euphoric. So I pulled out enough money to cover that tab and the tip, and tossed it on the table.Then I stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up."C'mon, let's go find out", I said, thinking she would resist. But she went right along with me. I guided her down the back hallway of the restaurant, and out the back door. The restaurant has a back alley where the dumpsters are located, and I steered her to the corner.I turned her to face the wall, and told her, "Pull down your pants if you really want to find out."She wasted no time getting her shorts and underwear off, and stuffed in her purse.So I slid my hand down her lower stomach, through her patch of pubic hair, and found her vagina. I was surprised to find it already pretty wet."Kinda excited, huh?" I said, feeling her squeeze her şirinevler escort thighs around my hand."Yeah, what are you waiting for?" was her response.So I tugged my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants, with a delay trying to get it from down my pants leg. And then I used my hand to push and coerce her to open her legs. I rubbed the head of my cock on her wet lips, trying to push inside, until it suddenly popped into her. She gasped. I felt how tight she was. It took more than a few thrusts to work my dick into her. After I had a little more than half of me in her, she said between moans, "Oh wow! I don't think I've ever felt this full before."I was afraid she would get afraid, and make me stop, if I told her there was more, so I just kept easing me deeper and deeper into her.Until I was completely inside her. The head of my cock was rubbing against her cervix, and the base was stretching her so much. I couldn't believe how tight she felt around me. It was like I was as big as she could take. And I didn't want it to stop. So I didn't thrust in and out, I just ground my pelvis against her, moving my cock inside her.She started saying, "Oh...uh huh....oh...uh huh...." And then I could feel her contractions as she orgasmed.They were so intense, I could feel it bringing me to orgasm.And she said, "Oh my god, it's getting bigger inside me" as I spurt up my load.After a while, we uncoupled. Without a word, she put her panties and shorts back on.We stood in silence for a time. I wanted to say something but I wasn't sure what.And then she looked at me, and said, "You have to take me out for chicken again."