Shelly Touten considered herself a mild skeptic. In her 36 years of life, she had always felt that if she was going to believe something, she would need to see it herself. This attitude had persisted through both her professional life, and her personal life. She treated a prospective promotion and the sexual boasting of her dates the same: talk is cheap.
This mindset had especially gotten her far in her love life, which was fortunate considering her specific tastes. From the time she awkwardly lost her virginity in the back of her then-boyfriend's van at the age of sixteen, she'd always known that she'd had...exceptional preferences. In short: Shelly liked huge dicks.
It was no secret. In fact, in her closest friend circle, she was known as "Shuck'Em Shelly," in reference to her favorite way of calling a braggart's bluff about the size of his particular anatomy. She'd seen many different reactions to it, too. Some brimming with confidence that they lived up to the hype, and others realizing it was a fool's errand to attempt to deceive her.
With all of that in mind, Shelly truly struggled with everything she had just seen. Even now, while still watching him practically limp out of the store, she could hardly believe it. If she hadn't suddenly gone insane, then she had just witnessed a mere preteen boy struggle with what she could only describe as an obscene amount of fuck meat. A knee-length baseball bat of genitals hanging off the pelvis of someone too young to see an R-rated film. But...surely, that couldn't be?
She became very acutely aware of a growing, subtle wetness in her panties. She was glad she had chosen the cheeky hipsters this morning instead of the thong, or else her tight-fitted leggings would already show a spot.
She had always silently wondered how much the men attached to the cocks she pursued mattered. Whether the big dick was all she was interested in, or if the confidence well-endowed men carried is what did the trick for her. It would seem she finally had the answer to that question, and the answer was: nothing in the slightest. Given that the object of her lust-filled thoughts was a mere boy, there was no longer any doubt. All she needed was that huge, fat dick.
And most of all, she needed it soon.