The second area of research that Harry wanted to engage in as a direct result of the Paul incident was to investigate the world of very large cocks. Paul's penis was at least twelve inches long and was thicker than Harry's wrist. How much of an outlier was Paul's cock, Harry wanted to know, and what did it mean for anyone, a woman or a man, to have to deal with such a cock. We browsed the Internet and searched for "Very large dicks" and came across websites that specialized in that category. And right there, there were thousands of pictures and movie clips about huge cocks.
In the movie clips we downloaded, the women were able to take on the cocks and did not seem to be in pain. Some of them taking two large dicks at the same time, one in the pussy and one in the ass hole. But you never knew. These were paid actors, and the wincing and smiling and screaming they were exhibiting could have been artificial.
When we encountered Paul's wife now, we looked at her with more respectful eyes and wondered. How did she feel when Paul penetrated her with his ungodly animal?
The only way to find out for sure was for me to try it out myself. And so, Harry devised an experiment: see how I feel with a thick, foot-long cucumber in my pussy.
"We will put a large condom on it and lubricate it heavily," Harry reassured me, "and we will make sure your vagina is ready for it."
We went together to the Giant Food nearby. We never shopped at Giant Food, so it was the right place to go to for buying condoms. We chose two large cucumbers, one about a foot long, and another one half its size. Then we went to the condoms section and looked for condoms and KY jelly.
"We need the largest ones possible," Harry said as he inspected the labels, but he couldn't tell. Then his eyes sparkled and he gave me a meaningful half smile.
"I am going to get some help," he said.
The two cucumbers in hand, he walked around and turned his head left and right, looking for an assistant. Spotting a heavy-set, bespectacled female wearing a Giant Food uniform, he beckoned her and asked: "Excuse me Miss, I need some help."
The woman smiled and replied with an exaggerated but very friendly, "Well, how can I help you sir?"
"Ah, yes," Harry pretended to be fumbling. Then, lapsing to his broken English, he said, "I looking for very large condoms. Very fat ones"
"Ok," the lady said, not missing a beat. "Let's see what we can do."
Harry was smiling. I had retreated a few feet away and was watching from a corner.
"Yes, very large please."
The woman expertly rummaged through the boxes of condoms and came up with two boxes from two different brands. One was Trojan and one was Lifestyles.
