Denise wore her very short yellow hot pants and a halter top. Though she wore what might have been her sexiest outfit, she still insisted she wasn't trying to seduce him. Still, when she saw him pull up on his bicycle, she admitted she was as nervous as she'd ever been. She debated whether to open the door then or wait for the doorbell. She wanted to see him as soon as possible but she didn't want to seem anxious.

"Hi Richard," she said, opening the door before he even made it to the porch.

"Denise, yo," Richard replied. "Damn you look fine." Richard was no doubt referring to Denise's double endowments.

Another debate went on Denise's compromised brain, whether to slap him down for the remark or encourage more. She settled it quickly. "Thanks Richard," she said. "You look nice yourself."

Richard was wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. His muscles were on display and Denise couldn't take her eyes off them. She found herself wanting to measure his biceps and, for the first time, wondered about the size of other body parts. She pushed it out of her mind until she realized, for the first time, that the query could be part of her school assignment.

"Thanks for coming over and helping me with my sex-ed assignment," she told him. "When I got the topic, I immediately thought of you."

"Premature puberty," Richard said. "Yeah, I know a little about it." He said it in a way that suggested he wished he didn't.

Denise had her books laid out and her notebook powered up on the coffee table. She bid Richard to sit down on the couch and asked him if he wanted anything. "Juice, water, anything?"

"Anything?" asked Richard. "Milk maybe?"

Denise checked if Richard was staring at her own E-cup milk bags. At the moment, he wasn't, so Denise went out to the kitchen. She brought him a full half-gallon and a glass. Richard opened the carton, ignored the glass, and started guzzling down the milk from the opened lid with one hand. He drank about a fourth of it and put it down. "I really needed that," he said. "Busy day."

"I'm grateful for the time you can give me," Denise said.

"No problem," said Richard. "So, what do you want to ask me." He was already looking at Denise's laptop. She wasn't sure if he was anxious to start or anxious to get it over with. He took another couple of swallow of the milk and put the carton down. When he did, she could see the carton was crushed in the middle. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll finish it."

"It's OK," she said. "Um." She looked at her laptop for the first item on her questionaire. She positioned her fingers on the keyboard. "When did you you first realize you were different?"

"I remember not wanting to play anymore with kids my age because I started looking different. I'd started working out in my dad's garage and I started, you know, getting these." He lifted his arms, heavy with muscles. "My friends at the time seemed intimidated so I found I wanted to hang with older boys. I shared their interests, particularly in girls."

Denise typed his response onto the laptop. "Have you seen a doctor about your condition?"

"Yeah, my mom took me about six months ago. I'd already started to shave and she was worried about some kind of hormonal thing."

"What did the doctor say?"

"She was really weird. I didn't understand it at the time. She did a physical on me. She had a nurse take a sample of my blood. I had to pee in a cup, that sort of thing. Then she had me completely undress. That was when she got weird."

"How?" Denise stopped typing on the laptop.

"She just stared at me for a little while. She was maybe forty and I didn't understand. She got down on her knees. I thought she was going to do the turn-and-cough thing. Instead, she grabbed my penis and started to inspect it very carefully."

"And..." Denise wiped a small bead of sweat from her forehead.

"I asked her if it was okay. Because she was holding it for the longest time. She said it was great."

"Great?" Denise said.

"Her exact word. Then, suddenly, she's trying to get it into her mouth. It freaked me out so I jumped back. She even got teeth marks on it when I pulled it away. I put on my pants. The doctor just started crying."

Denise was no longer consulting her laptop for the next question. "What was it about your penis that made the doctor do that."

"Well..." Richard said. "I've been told by a number of people that I have a kinda big penis."

"People," said Denise. "What kind of people. How many?"

"Women," Richard said, almost shyly. "Maybe six."

"Six women have seen your penis," Denise asked.

"Yeah?" Richard was getting embarrassed about it.

"Make me number seven then," Denise said. "Part of my research."

Richard stood up and started pulling down his pants. Denise was going to tell him he didn't need to do that, just unzipping his pants and whipping it out would have worked. But when she saw his shapely muscular legs, she stopped herself. Richard was wearing boxer short but even then, three inches of thick penis was visible, dangling down his leg. "Dick," she muttered.

"Uh?" asked Richard. He stood straight up.

"Um, I said Dick," Denise said. "It's another name for Richard."

"Oh yeah," Richard said. "I thought you were referring to..well, you know."

"Oh, no," Denise said. She waited for a few seconds. "Let me see it all," she told him.

When his pants came off, Denise saw the biggest penis she'd ever laid eyes on. Denise was even a bit of an expert, having seen, held, sucked, and fucked at least twenty dicks in her sexual career. And she knew full grown adults didn't have near what this kid was sporting. It hung down his thigh like two handfuls of heavy thick rubber hose. Denise felt herself almost swoon at the size of it.

"You're a lucky boy," Denise said finally.

"I know," he said. Richard hoisted his heavy log up toward Denise's mouth. "You want to be a lucky girl."

"I have to get this assignment done," she said, summoning up all her self control.

"Just fucking," Richard said. His dick was lengthening, thickening, and hardening. With each heartbeat, the skin stretched a little bit more. "We can still talk."

Richard didn't finish his sentence before Denise already had her hands on his heavy cock. "Like two pounds of cock," she said. She licked the head and Richard moaned a little. "Promise we can still talk and finish the interview."

"I promise," started Richard before taking a second to think. "I promise to answer all you questions."

"Good enough for me," Denise said just before slurping down the huge cock. Her mouth opened wide to accept the rubbery intruder. In a few seconds, the rubber turned to warm lumber. She pushed her lips out, to protect his dick from her teeth but also to protect her teeth from the steely hardness of his dick head.

As Richard's cock continued to swell, Denise found she could only lick it, taste its manliness, like no dick she had ever tasted. "You like big tits?" she asked Richard.

Richard said, "Yeah." He reached around Denise's head with his hands and started to shove his cock back in Denise's overstretched mouth. Denise found Richard'shunk of cock meat uncomfortable in her mouth but her dampness between her legs told a different story. Instinctively, she sucked on his cock and looked up to make sure she was pleasing him. She had never before been concerned that her man was enjoying his cock getting sucked. For Richard, she wanted to make sure she had it right.

"You want more, don't you?" he said.