“Alright, so you got me on that.” I say. “What’s next then?”

  “Strength.” She licks a finger and does a check mark in the air. “Check.”

  “More lucky than strong.” I shake my hips to drop my aching balls back into their natural position. “And you fight dirty. Okay, let’s do this.”

  “The next one’s easy.” Putting her hands on her hips she lowers her chin to give me an evil grin. “Size.”

  “S-Size?”

  “Uh huh. Time to find out whose is bigger.” From tomboy to damsel Julie transforms before my eyes. She widens her blue eyes and begins to bat them at me, she start to suck at her bottom lip, and with sudden demure modesty she covers her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other hand. “I know little ole me doesn’t stand a chance against your…BIG…MANLY…COCK.” Her put on voice is almost as sweet as Mia’s. “I’m just a widdle woman after all.”

  Knowing what she wanted from me I silently buttress my male ego, which I knew was about to take a hell of a pounding, and py along.

  “Really?” I say with a cocky ugh. “I said you needed to win three for three. You wanna lose this already?”

  “I know.” She says with hirious mock innocence. “But I gotta twy.” As fast it appeared the cutesy act vanishes. Revealing her tits again she points at my crotch. “Come on, Elliot. Let’s see it.”

  “You wanna see it?” I grab my junk and give it a grip. “You really wanna see it?”

  “Damn right.” She sps her titties. They jiggle oh so nice. “You got to see some goods. Let’s see what ya got, kid.”

  “You first.”

  “Nuh uh.” She shakes her head. “I won round one. I set the rules.” Tilting her head she grins. “You’re not scared to show me, are you?”

  “Of course not.” I unbutton my shorts and pull down the fly. It felt so weird getting ready to just ‘whip it out’ in front of pretty woman I barely knew, yet also exhirating. Whether it was her ugh, her impish grin, the trouble sparkling in her blue peepers, or just her overall personality Julie had this vibrant energy of fun that just sparked off of her. “When you’re built like I am you ain’t afraid of nothin.” I reach down into my underwear and look her in the eyes. “Now stand back. This thing’s gonna need some space.”

  “Pffft! Ha ha ha!” She lets out hearty honest to goodness belly ugh then takes a half step back. “I’m almost scared to see it now!”

  “Heh! No need to be scared, baby.”

  “Baby?”

  “This ain’t nothin but…” Pushing my undies down with one hand and pulling out my pecker with the other I expose myself with a flourish. “…but an all you can eat buffet of all-american beef.”

  “OH!” Julie comes close, sooooo close, to bursting out into ughter. To her credit, she doesn’t. While she might have been able to contain the giggles she could not hide the big, amused smile pstered across her face. “Oh my God! Elliot!”

  “Heh! Impressive, I know.” I say with lordly confidence. “It must be something for you to see a real man’s cock.”

  “PBSTT!!!” Julie sps a hand over her mouth, literally having to hold back her ughter, before she collects herself enough to nod and peep. “Uh huh. It’s something alright. Pffft!”

  Looking down at my manhood, already mostly hard thanks to the wrestling, impressive was not the first word that sprung to mind. In the full light of day, standing in the middle of this living room, my wiener looked even humbler than usual. And after having Mia’s hard nine inches in my hand earlier in the day it felt downright minuscule held between my thumb and index finger. And yet…maybe for the first time ever…I actually felt proud of my cock! To Heather it was big and beautiful, and deep down that was the only opinion that truly mattered. If I was enough for her then I was enough, period. Some part of me was also enjoying the effect it was having on Julie.

  “Ahem!” Julie clears her throat and focuses again. “Ohhh, Elliot! It’s so fucking BIG!” She steps up and ys a hand on my chest. Looking down at my member she really hams up the impressed act. “Fuuuck, kid. You could split a girl open with that mother fucker.”

  “Heh!”

  “Jesus, Elliot. I don’t know if I can compete with that.” Her eyes remain locked on my junk. Was that…desire I saw in her eyes? I knew that she was teasing me about my size but I also knew that women like her had extremely tight pussies thanks to their crowded anatomy. With them bigger was not necessarily better. “You’re a fucking monster!”

  “Jealous, huh?”

  “Something like that.” She whistles. “It must really be something once it gets hard!”

  “Uh…”

  “Okay.” She sighs. “I guess it’s time to put up or shut up.” With a smirking gnce she says. “Now no teasing. Remember, I’m just a girl. Just a delicate little thing.”

  “Hey. There’s no shame in losing to a better ma…aaaah shit!”

  Fwump!

  Just as I am saying ‘better man’ Julie pulls out her own schlong and holds it alongside mine. She was…huge! I knew that she was packing thanks to feeling her arousal against my butt in the wrestling match but she surpassed my expectations and then some. Nearly hard like mine was her cock was veiny and straight as a post. Shifting toward me she buries her tip into my pubes with my knob nowhere close to touching her wild blond bush. She wasn’t quite as long as Mia but she had me beat on length by a good three inches. Impressive as that was it was her beer can GIRTH that so utterly dwarfed my slender pecker. Fucking hell! Though not as thick as Heather she wasn’t that far off either. Mia had confirmed it earlier and now Julie had sealed it up and wrapped it in a bow, while not quite matriarch proportions these gals were HUNG.

  “Uh ohhh.” She says as she watches my stunned reaction. “Hold on, now. Well that’s not right.”

  “Uh…I, um…”

  “Wait.” She grabs both shafts with both hands and starts to stroke back and forth between us. “Let’s be fair and get’em big first. Maybe you’re a grower.”

  “Oh! Ohhh.”

  “Elliot. You’re already hard!” At st the chuckles come. “Ha ha ha! Elliot! Is that as big as you get!? Ohhh nooo! Ha ha ha!”

  Despite what she’d said her ughter isn’t mocking, it’s jovial and merry. She didn’t seem to be ughing AT me but at my comeuppance. It was a subtle thing but my ear had heard enough derisive ughing to know the difference. As with Heather Julie had this way of making me feel big and small all at once.

  “Uhh, you see, erm…” I flex my dick to try to make it bigger, which only makes her flex hers. Unlike mine hers swells even rger! “Uhh boy.”

  “Seems we have a…little problem here. Pff.”

  “Hey now.”

  “That reminds me! I need to pick up some baby carrots.”

  “Julie!”

  “I think I’m out of shrimp too, now that I think about it.”

  “Come on now!”

  “Ha ha ha! Oh my God you’re cute when you blush.” She surprises me by leaning and kissing my cheek. “Don’t feel bad, kid. You’re just a man.” The fingers of one hand under her dick and the other under mine she lifts and bounces them, feeling vast difference in weight between them. “And, hey…three inches is better than two.”

  “I’M FIVE!”

  “Oh! Sorry. Five whole inches? You sure?” She squints. “I don’t have my gsses on. Hard to see it way down there. OH!”

  “What?”

  “I forgot.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t wear gsses. HA!”

  “You’re so bad!”

  “Okay, okay. I’ll stop teasin ya.” She says, a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “Pinky swear.” Instead of my hand her goes to my penis where she wraps her pinky finger over it and gives it a shake. “Oh, whoops. Wrong pinky.”

  “JULIE!”

  “I’m done.” She chuckles and kisses my other cheek. “You are so much fun.”

  Lifting our cocks so they pointed up at us she presses into me. Her big warm scrotum envelopes my nuts, her pair hung well below mine. Looking down from above only highlights the VAST gulf in girth between us.

  “Geez.” I say. “This isn’t even fair.”

  “Oh?”

  “I mean…you’re huge! What a cock!”

  Julie’s smile grows and her shoulders rise. “I mean, I’m not bad.”

  Being much shorter than Heather but nearly as thick as well as being so perfectly straight and round Julie’s dong reminded me of one of those big cans of malt liquor. Unlike the others she still had her foreskin which made it look like her wide, mushroom knob was wearing a turtleneck. With Mia’s rge member the word that sprung to mind was ‘elegance’. With Julie I’d have to say it was ‘stout’.

  “Not bad? Daaamn, girl!” I genuinely marvel at her proportions. “You put a man to shame.” Once more I make her blush as hard as me, a look that was very becoming on her. There was something so earnest and wholesome about Julie. For of all her brazen bluster Julie really wasn’t so different than Mia. She just wanted a man to hang with and py with and to enjoy the company of without the constant risk of bonding for life. I allow her savor the compliment a few seconds before adding. “I’m surprised they let you off the farm.”

  “He he…huh?”

  “Hung like bull. As smart as one too from what I hear.”

  “Wha…!? Hey now!”

  “Those saggy balls. You must trip over them in the shower.”

  “I don’t!”

  “And that ass! So ft I could use it for a level.”

  “WOAH NOW! I have a great ass!”

  “I’m building a shed soon. I’ll call ya when I need ya.”

  “You do and I’ll sit this ass on your face!”

  “And dude! You call those tits?” I quip. “I’ve seen bigger zits than those little mosquito bites.”

  “I will suplex you right through that windshield!”

  “Can dish but can’t take it, huh?”

  “Shrimp dick.”

  “Donkey balls.”

  “Cutey.”

  “Hottie.”

  “Truce?”

  “Agreed.”

  We shake, look at each other and start to ugh.

  “Julie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Um…may I touch your boobs?”

  Her already warm smile brightens. “Sure, dude. Have at’em.”

  I fill my left hand with a soft, squishy titty and start to massage it. “Um…”

  She rolls her eyes. “Yes you can touch my cock too.”

  “He he he!” My right hand slides down around Julie’s beefy rod. I couldn’t even come close to getting my fingers all the way around it but it. Like the others’ hers was warm and hard with soft skin. It felt so nice in fact that I start to rub it over mine which felt really, really great. Supple breast in one hand, rock hard cock in the other…sooo nice. God! How the FUCK did I ever live without these wonderful female penises in my life? “Julie?”

  “Yeah kid?”

  “I like your body. And, I, um…I like your dick.”

  “Thanks.” She says as she wraps her hand around my dick. “I like yours too.” With a smile she tilts her head. “It’s not so bad, is it? Me being bigger?”

  “No. It’s not so bad.”

  “You sure you still want out of Heather’s fam, Elliot?”

  “I, um, I’m not so sure anymore.”

  “Good.” Julie nuzzles into my neck for a sniff and a suck before backing away from me and slipping from my grip. “I guess I better win round three then.” As she hurries back toward the bedroom area she points at the sofa. “Sit!”

  I sit as I’m told, peeling out of my shirt as I do so. My erect sticking up like a nail I sit and watch Julie rummage through a drawer. “What’s next?”

  “I won the contest of strength. And I definitely won on size.”

  “It was pretty close.”

  “HA!” She chortles. “What else could be next but…” She pulls some sort of floppy, rubbery, fleshy tube like thing from out of the drawer and holds it high. “…STAMINA!”