5 comments/ 104372 views/ 33 favorites Karen's Big Discovery Ch. 01 By: HungProfessor I don't think of myself as abnormal. I'm just a woman who enjoys what she enjoys. Is that so hard to understand? But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Karen and my parents were always protective of me growing up. That might be because I was a very late bloomer. Being a tomboy initially, I really didn't develop until the summer after my 18th birthday, right before my senior year in high school. But that was quite a summer for me. My hips widened and I went from having a B-cup to an oversized D by the time school opened after Labor Day. I also found myself thinking about sex constantly. After a couple girlfriends volunteered to be managers for the football team, they talked me into it as well. And that's when the fun started. Kim, my closest friend, and I were inseparable during summer practices. Although we didn't get the workout that the players did, we still had to deal with the August heat. Man, it was hot. So we all dressed lightly. And with my new-found figure, I wanted to show it off for the guys. I had an old cotton baseball jersey that was light. It was white with dark blue half-sleeves that reached just below my elbows. It was light enough to give some relief from the heat, but what I liked the most about this shirt was that it was probably two sizes too small for me since my "growth". My tits just popped off my chest and it was hard for any guy not to notice them. In fact, after only a couple minutes of the air conditioning in the gym, my nipples were easy to make out, even through my bra. It was fun having a nice chest to show off FINALLY. I was tired of having nothing, and this was my opportunity to take advantage of what a nice set of tits can get a girl. There was one guy on the team that had been a friend since we were young. His name was John. We had been friends, but never considered dating. I just didn't think of him that way. And I'm guessing that he never thought of me that way either. He was a quarterback, but he wasn't good enough to start so he spent much of the practice on the sideline with the underclassmen and the managers like Kim and me. I enjoyed hanging with the guys. Something about sweaty, powerful men that gets me going. And the uniforms didn't hurt either because the tight football uniform pants were an especial turn-on. All those well-formed, toned asses in tight dark-blue spandex. The curves were amazing. But I guess the important part of this story began when John came off the field one afternoon after a few practice plays. It was the first time that I really looked at him. I mean, I had always looked at him, but I never really LOOKED at him in THAT way, if you get my meaning. Sure he had a handsome face, short brown hair, and broad shoulders. But as he ran off the field toward me on the sidelines, I couldn't help noticing his crotch. And he ran, and his body bounced up and down, what caught my eyes was a very noticeable bulge below his belt. His tight football pants stretched over his package and there was no doubt to anyone who watched that there was a lot of meat down there. I suddenly felt wet, and I don't mean from sweat. I mean I was sweaty, but there was more moisture now. Thinking of John having a large endowment got me thinking of him in new ways. I decided right then that it was time to pursue this a bit further. Grabbing a water bottle, I walked over to John and offered to squirt some cold water into his mouth. "Hey! Looking good out there." "Oh hey, Karen." He opened up and I sprayed water into his waiting mouth. I thought I would strike up a longer conversation with him. "You keep this up and you'll be starting in no time." As I spoke, I held the water bottle against my chest, figuring the condensation on the outside of the bottle would quickly soak through my shirt. As I spoke, John's eyes dropped from my eyes and began to watch the moisture soaking into my shirt and making my bra and tits more obvious. After a few seconds, he realized that I had stopped speaking and that he was staring. "Oh! Right! Well, I don't think I'm anywhere near as good as Eric. He deserves to be the starter but I'll support the team as best I can. While John was recovering from his view of my chest, I looked down to see if my efforts had caused any changes to his package. To my enjoyment, it was growing larger. "Well, I'll always be one of your fans." As a spoke, I put my arm through his and rubbed one of my large tits against his elbow. My nipples began to show. I looked down as if to appear shy, but I took the opportunity to take another look at John's crotch. I could see a definite extension down toward his right thigh. Oh man, I was making him hard! Our conversation continued for a few minutes but we were soon interrupted when practice came to an end for that day. Since it was Friday evening, Kim and I spent nearly an hour packing equipment away for the weekend. And as we completed that task, I saw John leaving the locker room for his walk home. He lived a few blocks from our school. I decided to join him since my home was one block over from his. As we walked, we joked and teased one another as was our usual interaction. But something had definitely changed as a result of our conversation during practice. I was certainly thinking about him in a whole new way, and I was hoping he was doing the same. As we got to my house, I wished him a good night and slipped inside. But rather than call it a night, my more amorous side took over, and I decided to sneak back out and follow John back to his house. I knew his bedroom was on the ground floor so I decided to slip around the back of the house and see if I could get a clear glimpse of that bulge that looked so impressive at practice. I walked around the left side of the house and waited in the dark until I saw a light go on near where John's bedroom was. Just my luck, the curtain was cloth and was a bit see-through at night. The bright lights of his bedroom made it easy for me to stand outside in the dark without him seeing me, while I had a terrific view of him. John walked into his room, I got a good look at what he was wearing. Dark blue t-shirt and gray sweat pants. Nothing too flattering, but he quickly pulled off his shirt to reveal a wide chest and a nice 6-pack of abs: very sexy. He then pulled off his sneakers, socks, and then walked over to the other side of the room and tossed those items into what looked like a hamper. As he walked, I couldn't help notice that there was something rather large moving around inside the front of his sweatpants. That something was obviously large, and I was dying to get a look at it. John walked back to the other side of the room, fiddling with his bulge as he went, and removed his watch to place it on his dresser. I felt strangely both embarrassed and erotically thrilled to be watching John in his room. He had no idea anyone was watching and I was seeing him at his most private. Without any warning, John turned and exited the room. I decided to wait a minute or two to see if he came right back. Within a couple minutes, I heard what sounded like a shower coming on. On the off-chance that I could see something, I moved back along the side of the house, pushed through some bushes, and found a small window that was obviously for the bathroom next to John's room. I stretched up on my toes and was just high enough to see in the window. The curtain was askew enough for me to get just a small view into the shower and toilet area. The shower was on and there through the smokes glass door, I could see someone that had to be John. This was getting better all the time. After a couple more minutes, John shut off the water, grabbed a towel from over the top of the door and began drying himself in the stall. The door opened and John stepped out while rubbing the towel through his hair. This gave me a clear view of the rest of his body. His stomach was flat and rippled with muscles: hairless and amazing. But my eyes were drawn lower to the most incredible appendage I have ever seen. His penis hung away from his crotch and down toward his knees. It hung thick and low, nearly half way down his thighs. As he dried his hair, his pendulous cock gently swayed back and forth, bumping lightly against each thigh. It looked heavy, but nowhere near erect. It was certainly larger than I ever imagined one would be. I mean, I've never been with a guy before, but I've seen photos in magazines. They NEVER looked with that. Wow. How in the world did he ever keep that hidden from me all this time. We've been friends for years. Then a thought occurred to me: Maybe he just went through a growth spurt the way I did? Perhaps his larger penis is as new as my newly enlarged tits. John moved the towel around his torso and then down to his crotch to dry his magnificent equipment. He moved the towel under his balls, and then down the length of his large, but still soft bone. He seemed to take more time drying it than necessary and closed his eyes as he did so. When John pulled the towel away and moved it down his muscular thighs, I continued to watch his cock. It was still soft, but his head appeared to flare a bit, looking more purple and engorged. I suddenly noticed that my right hand was pulling on my left nipple, desperate to promote some direct stimulation to go along with this amazing show John was providing. Without any fuss, John tied the towel around his waist and quickly exited the bathroom. Figuring he was on his way back to his bedroom, I moved as quietly as I could back toward the rear of the house and to the spot that gave me such a good view of John's room. As I got into position, I found him already on his bed, seated up near the pillows. From the window, I was just off to his left down at the bottom of the bed. John pulled on the towel as he lifted his butt into the air a bit, and just like that, I again had my eyes on my naked friend. His cock slapped his stomach as John sat back down and leaned back into the pillows. John's right hand grabbed his appendage and began to slowly slap the head against his left thigh. Pat, pat, pat. I thought that was a strange way to treat a cock, but I quickly realized when John was doing. He was getting himself hard. Pat, pat, pat... Then it happened. It started to grow! At first, the head flared: once, twice, then again. It then started to lengthen and stiffen. As it grew, John reached a point where he couldn't keep his cock bent far enough down to touch his thigh. So he let go, and his throbbing cock loudly slapped his stomach. To my astonishment, his cockhead was past his navel and close to even with his nipples. Incredible. It looked to be about the length of my forearm. With his right hand, he slowly gripped the back of cock, squeezing and sliding his hand upward, pulling the skin along with it. When he reached half way up the shaft, he pulled back and repeated the process. With his left hand, he reached down and handled each of his testicles. They were probably the size of plumbs and his scrotum was hairless, making them appear all that much larger under his towering hard-on. His left hand moved from his balls and took position around his shaft just under the head. His cock was long enough that he had both hands on it and there was still shaft showing. I thought for a moment that I heard him saying something, so I moved closer to the window. "Oh yes, Karen, show me those big tits of yours....oh yes..." Oh my God! Was he talking to me? Was he fantasizing about me? I listened again. "I had no idea your tits were so huge. Oh, yes, pull on your nipples like that...now rub those boobs on my balls... I guess my chest was as big a surprise to him as my notice of his package. John now had both hands on his massive prick and was pumping up and down with determination. His eyes were closed and his head lay back again the headboard. His cockhead flared again and precum began to ooze out, making his upper hand wet and slick. As he pumped away, minute after minute, I was amazed at how much he produced. It became a steady flow and poured out of his member. My face felt flush and I realized just how turned on I was, watching this display of raw sexual activity in front of me. John had no idea I was there and was jerking off to the thought of my body. It was the most amazing and sexually stimulating thing I could have ever imagined. I reached down to find my pussy absolutely hot and soaking wet. I looked up to see John still sliding both his hands on his cock. It was magnificent: slick with precum and pulsing with every beat of his heart. Then, I noticed something. His balls were slowly rising, moving closer to his body. John let out a groan and his cock-head flared to even larger proportions. Suddenly, a rope of cum jetted up from his cock. It hung in the air for a split second, then splashed onto John's chest. The second blast left his prick with even greater force and splashed across his nose and right cheek. The third and fourth covered his neck, while the fifth and sixth poured over his hands and still pulsing cock. To my amazement, John kept coming. Additional blasts hit him again in the face. After what seemed like more than a minute, the geyser from his massive prick finally subsided. There was semen all over John's chest and face, and his breathing was heavy and ragged. Wow... Karen's Big Discovery Ch. 02 This story is a continuation from Chapter 1. It will probably make more sense if you read chapter 1 first. All of this is fiction and all the characters are over 18 years of age. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 2 When I got home that night, I must have spent an hour getting myself off just thinking about what I had witnessed. I realized that I couldn't wait to see John in school on Monday. I just had to see him this weekend. So the next morning, I sent him a text asking what he was up to. John responded within a minute to say that he was at home getting ready to work out. He as a small gym in his basement and he uses it during non-practice days. I decided this offered a good opportunity for me so I replied, asking if I could join him. I know they have a treadmill, and I thought I could use that while he was doing other things. John's reply was "Sure, come on over." Now, what to wear. I wanted to look good for John and show off my newly acquired assets. But I didn't want to be too obvious. Since I knew from what he said to himself the previous night that he was fixated on my tits, I decided to use that. I picked out a dark-blue t-shirt that wasn't too tight, but I skipped the bra so that John would be able to notice every sway and juggle of my oversized chest. That was the most important part of the outfit. I finished it with very tight spandex running pants that showed off my ass. I love the feel of lycra on my skin and it often makes me horny just knowing that everyone can see every curve of my newly developing body. John was likely to see that I was prepared to work out, but exuded a certain degree of trashiness. Should be perfect, I thought. I rang John's doorbell twenty minutes after our texts. I prepared a slight grin as John opened up. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and black work-out compression shorts. Those shorts were so tight that his package produced quite a large lump that was impossible to miss. Our eyes met and I could have sworn I caught his eyes rising up to meet mine. "Hi" I said. "Hi, Karen! You got here quick." I looked down at his tight shorts. "I was just about to get started. It'll be nice to have some company. Come on in!" I walked past John into the house, and as I turned back, I caught him checking out my ass. Now I don't normally think of my butt as one of my better parts, but I had to admit, the lycra running pants were tight and sexy (without anything underneath). I knew from what I heard the previous evening, that John was taken with my now prominent tits, but it he must be more randy than I thought if he couldn't now keep his eyes off my ass either. I was starting to think that there might be a real opportunity to get things going. John led the way downstairs to the basement. He already had loud thumping hip-hop music playing on the music system. I tapped John on the shoulder to ask if the music might be disturbing his folks, but he said that they were at the shore for the weekend. Since John was an only-child, that meant we were there alone. I hadn't planned on that and began to think of the possibilities. I began a hill-climbing walk on the treadmill as John worked with the free-weights. The sight of him curling 25 lbs. dumbbells in each hand was awesome. He strained by the end of the first set, but I really enjoyed his bulging biceps. He followed that up by putting one foot up on a bench and ripping off a set for his triceps while bent over. I enjoyed this view as well because the sight of his tight butt in those shorts was really doing a number on me. I was glad that the incline on the treadmill forced a real sweat for me. If not, he might have noticed the wetness between my legs. John next moved to a shoulder press. Since he was facing me, I had to work hard not to stare at him. But each time I did look over, John's eyes moved away from my body. My barely restrained tits moved constantly as I moved past my one-mile mark. With a grunt, John finished his last set of shoulder presses, and reconfigured the weights to begin a set on the bench press. As he lay down, his eyes focused on the bar above him. It was my opportunity to check him out once again. The bulging muscles on him arms would normally have kept my attention, but my eyes quickly focused on another bulge: the one between his legs. Oh my God! It was massive. I knew from the night before, that he was impressively endowed, but this was too much. To my surprise, the simple motion of my brisk walk in those skin-tight pants and the sight of John's tightly constrained cock was enough to send a small orgasm through my entire body. The pulsing began deep in my crotch and soon sent shivers all over. Wow. That was not expected. Rather than stay on the other side of the room, I shut down the treadmill and volunteered to spot for John on the bench press. I jogged over to that part of the room, conscious to let my heavy breasts bounce and jiggle for John's benefit. As I reached him, his eyes were clearly focused on my chest, exactly as I intended. I stood just above John's head as he lay on the bench. This gave him a clear view of my chest and as I looked down on his face, I could make out the clear protrusions of my hardening nipples. There was no way John missed them either. "I'm ready when you are," I said. I wondered if he caught the double meaning in my comment. I helped John make the initial lift of the bar and lower it to his chest. As he rested before the first lift, I glanced down to see this is package was moving. His cock was growing right before my eyes beneath those compression shorts. His cock was pushing out to the left and down his thigh and it pulsed as his heart pumped. John started his set. With each push up on the barbell, his cock throbbed and expanded further down his thigh. My breathing quickened as his member grew to amazing proportions. At his 8th rep, John's muscles began to weaken, but it was at that point that I noticed I could clearly make out the head of John's massive member. I wondered if all the blood in this cock was making it tough to keep lifting. As John pushed up for the tenth rep, he just couldn't complete it so I moved forward to grad the barbell. In doing that, I had to stand over John's face and we both worked together to secure the weights. As we both exhaled, I looked down to see John staring at my crotch. My spandex running pants were skin tight, and I was now showing a noticeable camel toe. My pussy lips are rather large, and since I had nothing on under my tights, it was hard not to see them. As John stared, my eyes drifted to his crotch to find his cock now pulsing and lifting up from his thigh, even under the restraint of his compression shorts. After an awkward moment of silence, John cleared his throat and that bought me back to reality. I backed up, and John sat up on the bench. "Thanks for the help", he said. For just an instant, his eyes darted to my chest and then back to my eyes. I smiled. "I kind of like the idea of helping you work-out. I'm getting a real charge out of it." "Yeah? You want to give this a try while I spot for you?" John inquired hopefully. "Why not." It was starting to occur to me that John was totally taken with me and that he couldn't control his sexual reaction. I mean, his hard-on was obvious and he couldn't do anything to conceal it. When I watched him through his window the night before, he was fantasizing about me and even spoke out loud as if I was there. His cock grew to stunning proportions just from his memory of seeing me a few hours before. I started to imagine what he would be like if I was there in person, helping him with that hard-on. Would it grow larger? Would he cum with even more volume and force? This being the case, I decided to put myself in a position of power over John and his impressive appendage. Why not have some fun with that? We changed places, with me lying on the bench and John moved around to spot for me. "Wait, I think it would be better if you stood over me to spot, rather than standing behind," I said. "Why?" "'Because I'm not much of a weight lifter, and I might really need your help." "Whatever you say," John seemed to acknowledge, reluctantly. He came back around after setting the weights on the bar. But as he approached, I could tell that he hadn't lost any of his arousal. That bulge in his shorts was still gigantic and his cock was still pushing out to the left. As I lifted up on the bar, John leaned in to be sure I had control. In doing so, the front of his thighs touched my tits and his crotch moved to just inches of my face. I decided to take control of the situation. As the bar came down to my chest after the first rep, I spoke up. "John, I have a confession to make." "Really, what's that?" I pushed up for the second rep, and the bar returned. "After we parted last night, I came back over to your house." Third rep. ""Really? I don't remember a knock at the door or the doorbell." "No, I didn't go to the door. I snuck around the back of the house" Fourth rep. "And peeked in your bedroom window." John stopped cold. He stared at me and got a look of fear in his eyes. Very slowly, he asked "You did what?" As the bar rested on my chest, above my protruding tits, I calmly explained. "I looked in your window. You see, when we were on the football field that yesterday afternoon, I noticed that you had a very noticeable package, and I just had to know whether it was the result of your tight football pants, or something else. I was pleased to find it was not the uniform." I pushed up and with John's help, placed the bar back in the rack. As I continued to lie on the bench looking up at John, I explained further. John didn't move. "When you stepped out of the shower, I couldn't believe the size of your cock." I emphasized the last word, hoping I could get a reaction out of John. If he was as turned on by my body as I thought, some language would only add to my control over him. "It was amazing. It hung there, thick and pulsing." I looked down to see that John's cock was now straining inside his tight compression shorts. "But the most incredible part was after, on your bed. Seeing you naked, stroking your rock-hard cock was such a turn-on. As you pulled on it, I reached down to feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter." John closed his eyes, and I could see a noticeable wet spot appear near where the head of his cock strained against his shorts, making them darker and slick. I figured he must have expelled a burst of pre-cum, soaking the insides of his skin-tight shorts. "I just loved watching your hands pull up and down on your cock. With each stroke it got bigger. I had no idea you were so huge. How could you have kept such a thing from me? We've been the best of friends since we were little. Such an incredible cock." John's eyes remained closed and his massive hard-on continued to pulse and throb, the wet spot in his shorts growing ever larger. I couldn't get over the sense of power I had over him. I decided to push it to see if he would follow directions. "John, I want you to show me again. Take off those shorts and show me that massive cock of yours." For a second, John's eyes opened and he stared at me. I guess he was trying to decide how to respond. Then, after what seemed like forever, he backed away from me, and pulled down on his tight shorts, dropping them to his ankles. First one foot and then the other pulled free, kicking his now soaked shorts off to the side. Hanging there off his muscled torso was that magical appendage I saw the previous evening. It stuck out at nearly a 90 degree angle from the floor, pulsing with every beat of his heart. The head flared and pre-cum oozed out of the slit. It was simply magnificent: smooth and hard, with just a hint of veins along the shaft. I sat up on the bench, and slowly massaged my tits. The nipples were hard as rocks and were begging for some attention. In response, John placed both hands on his cock and began to slowly stroke it while his eyes never moved from my chest. "Your tits are fantastic, Karen. Can I see them?," he asked. Rather than give in, I decided to retain my power position. "No, not now...but maybe soon. For now I just want to see you jerk off for me. I want to see you pump that massive bone until you can't control yourself. I heard you last night talking about my tits as you stroked it. Now you can actually look at me while you do that. I'm going to keep my shirt on, but I think it's tight enough to give you a good sense of them. See how hard you made my nipples. Oh...they are just straining they're so hard. Precum began to pour steadily from John's cock, oozing down over his hands. "I love watching you stroke yourself. It must feel good since you obviously like it. I'll bet you wish those were my hands on your cock. I'll bet you'd love to have my soft hands sliding up and down on that hard shaft, helping to milk all that precum out of you." John's eyes closed and he began to moan. I got the sense that he really was starting to lose control. It was time to push him over the top. "Oh, John, the head of your cock is all wet. That is so hot. All that slick precum pouring out of you. If I was to let you see my tits, would you like that?" John's eyes flashed open and locked on my massive tits. "If I show you my tits, will you cum for me?" "Oh my GOD, YES!" "Then maybe I should do that...just pull up my t-shirt and let these babies out. Just let them out and let you see what you've been fantasizing about." "Please, Karen, let me see them," John pleaded, his eyes looking weak while his cock pulsed and flexed with every stroke, precum now leaking steadily onto the cement floor of the basement. The sexual power I held over John was intoxicating. I'd never felt anything like it. And it was a huge turn on for me, as the dampness in my crotch began to spread. I looked down to see a growing wet spot. I looked back up to John and his continuing manipulations of his massive member. It was like he was worshipping his own cock, stroking it because it demanded pleasure. "John, do you see how hot you are making me? My pussy is soaking wet with my juices and it's all because of you and that incredible cock." I think instead of showing you my tits, I'm going to play with myself and see if I can cum at the same time you do. Would you like to see me cum?" "Yes, I would..." With that, I slid my left hand into the tight waistband of my spandex tights. They were wet and slick, and my fingers slid easily between my pussy lips. My clit was so engorged that just touching it sent a shiver through me. My fingers moved back and forth as my eyes locked onto the pulsing head of John's cock. My right hand joined my manipulations only it was on the outside of my tights, helping to add pressure to my pussy. "Oh, Karen, that is so fucking hot. I've dreamt about seeing you like this." And with that, John closed his eyes and I again saw his balls rise toward his cock. He was preparing to blow. My fingers moved faster to catch up with John, but before I climaxed, he groaned and the eye of his cockhead widened in preparation for his orgasm. The first blast was massive in both volume and velocity. A thick rope of white semen rocketed from his cock and into the air between us. I watched as it flew through the air with such velocity that it crossed the ten feet between us and landed on the backside of my right hand. It was almost as if his sperm was desperate to get to my cunt. Three more ejaculations landed on my thighs, soaking me in John's juice. But that was just the beginning. John leaned back and pulled his cock vertical. It continued to pump out amazing amounts of cum, all of it pouring around John's hands and all over his massive member. He just kept cumming. Blast after blast firing out and landing on his hands as they pumped and pumped on his amazing appendage. Eight, nine, ten, blasts. There was so much cum, I felt myself pulled over the top into a powerful orgasm, sending shock-waves through my body. When that finally passed (about a minute later), I opened my eyes to see that john's orgasm was slowly coming to an end. It looked like an additional half-dozen spurts had landed on the front of his shirt and cock. His unbelievably oversized organ was covered in man-juice and that allowed his hands to continue to slide up and down. John slowly opened his eyes to look at me. "Holy SHIT," was all he said.