Off-Limits: My Best Friend's Man

My best friend, Yvonne Greene, has a very masculine boyfriend named Clyde Carroll. So much so that I can see his huge bulge through his trousers.

One night, when I am trying to relieve myself while fantasizing about him, Yvonne suddenly comes over with tears running down her cheeks.

"Michelle, please help my fiancé out. He seems to have undergone another growth spurt down there. I can't withstand his tormenting anymore."

Upon hearing that, I instantly get wet. Clyde is already huge to begin with. What kind of inhuman size has he grown into after getting even bigger?

I purposely dress myself in a very low-cut top and a micro skirt with crotchless tights before showing up at Clyde's place.

"I heard you're very robust. Let me take a look and see how big you are."

I, Michelle Sullivan, had always had a strong appetite for physical intimacy. I had gone through a few boyfriends, but they were weak and completely unable to provide the satisfaction I needed.

In contrast, my best friend, Yvonne Greene, despite her small and youthful appearance, had a very masculine boyfriend. Clyde Carroll was exceptionally well endowed; so much so that whenever they went out, one could see a huge bulge swinging in his trousers.

I was completely captivated and turned on by what I saw. I truly wanted to get on top of him to find out what it was like, but since he was Yvonne's boyfriend, I kept those desires strictly to my fantasies.

I was consumed by a burning, restless craving. I gave in and fantasized about Clyde's vitality and size that night and slipped my hand down my pants to satisfy the urge.

It was then that Yvonne suddenly showed up at my place, forcing me to pull my hand away quickly.

I had just been picturing Clyde spreading my legs, and then there she was. It was almost as if she could read my thoughts.

"Clyde is way too big! He made me swollen and sore down there!" Yvonne exclaimed, sobbing.

She then lifted her skirt to show me the area, which was indeed quite flushed. She was naturally petite, so she definitely wasn't able to endure someone of Clyde's proportions.

I kept listening as she vented her frustrations.

"Clyde demanded sex eight times a day. He used to lift me completely off the floor since I'm so small. He would do it everywhere—the kitchen, the toilet, the balcony—until I felt like I was going to die."

I felt a rush of adrenaline just from Yvonne's description. Clyde sounded so robust that I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have him lift me into the air during sex.

It was then that Yvonne suddenly fixed me with an unusual look and asked, "Is it possible for you to help my boyfriend out and let him release some of that pent-up energy, Michelle?"

I was instantly thrilled by her suggestion. I had been debating how to make