Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  The way he teased her clit with the thumb... such a miraculous experience! Inching in a bit more dick each time... she watched as the head of his cock disappeared entirely into her pussy. Anna felt the popping sensation as the ridge of his manhood entered inside. It caused her to shudder with delight.

  “Oooh...” The girl groaned, wriggling like a worm on a hook.

  “That's it, sexy thing!” He roared. “No more teasing, no more taunting... you deserve the whole thing, don't you! You want it all, don't you?”

  “Hell yes, I do! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Pound me through the floor!” Anna blurted out in disbelief, not even able to comprehend that she was actually saying the words.

  And here Kyle thrust his cock forward... hard and true, penetrating fully inside the girl. From tip to base and everywhere in between!

  “Ahhhh...” They moaned together, loving the sensation of his big cock stuffing her tight pussy – the way those untouched sugarwalls gripped his shaft, squeezing out bits of pre-cum each time he pumped in and out. And pump, he did! Hard, fast, and relentlessly!

  Anna's body shook from the force of his insertions, but she loved every moment of it. Digging her nails into his back and chest, goading him on.

  The two were lost in a fuck-fest of epic proportion! The erotic thrill of a lifetime!

  “Harder!” She shouted.

  “Deeper!” Kyle replied.

  “Yes! Yes!” They screamed together.

  And here it happened...

  Anna felt that familiar sensation of an impending orgasm in her little pussy – and just then, with Kyle's cock inserted entirely into her cunt, she felt her legs spasm uncontrollably – quivering and shaking – right as a burst of sexual liquid exploded from her sex.

  “God I'm coming! I'm coming!” She shrieked. And the man showed no signs of slowing down, as he pinned her body harder than ever, ramming his cock in and out.

  It looked like he wanted a turn to blow his load as well...

  “You fucking sexy girl!” He bellowed. “Now you want my cum in you, don't you? You want this billionaire cum inside your cunt, don't you!”

  “Oh god, yes!” Anna replied, biting at her lip. “Don't stop fucking me until you fill my pussy with your load! Don't stop, please! Please, don't!”

  “I don't fucking plan on it!” He barked.

  And with that, he pumped forcefully into the feminine slit... several more times, as hard and fast as he could – suddenly Anna felt an explosion of hot liquid spewing forth into her pussy!

  “Oh my god, I feel it!” She yelled.

  “Fuck!” Kyle cried out, collapsing forward onto the girl as his cock emptied out its contents into her abused hole. “You feel all that hot cum inside you, Anna?”

  “I do! I do! It's so sexy... I never thought it would feel this good!”

  “Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a baby in you now, Anna.”

  “What do you mean, Kyle?”

  “Well, I did just fuck the shit out of you – without protection. And that's a fuck-ton of cum leaking out of your cunt. I filled you to the point of overflowing. It's only reasonable to expect a baby now.”

  “Oh...” Anna thought to herself. “Sexy!”

  “Hell yeah” Kyle nodded, as she clamped down onto his dick and squeezed out the last drop of his sperm.

  “I'm glad you messaged me!” She sighed, her body melting into a pile of relaxation and satisfaction.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 37

  “Will you be up soon, Babe?”

  Her voice echoed through the house as it always did at about this time every evening. My beautiful wife. Any other man would have sprinted up those stairs as quickly as his legs would carry him, but unfortunately I’m not like every other man it would seem.

  You’ve probably guessed it. My wife and I have been trying to conceive for about the last year, since we married in the spring. On the outside we’re that flawless couple that everyone wants to be. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Tall and blonde, with those piercing blue eyes that you’d usually only see on the TV.

  She’s a secretary would you believe? She wears that stereotypical high cut skirt to work. Yes, the one you’re thinking about. With the pristine white blouse and the elegant black jacket. Men struggle to keep their eyes off her, never mind their hands.

  At the start everything was just pure bliss between us. We dated for three years through college, I proposed and she said yes. We were married on a beautiful beach and we honeymooned throughout the most romantic cities in Europe. Our first year of marriage was also stress free. In fact, to be honest, life couldn’t have been much better.

  That all changed one day with the infamous words:

  I think we’re ready to have a baby.

  It’s not that I didn’t want to have a baby, or that we weren’t ready. I mean, I dream about my own kids running around our back garden on a warm summer day. Two boys and a girl. That’s what we talked about.

  I was so happy when she said those words to me, but little did I know how everything was about to unravel.

  We tried and we tried and we tried but it just wasn’t happening for us. Well, it just wasn’t happening for me. Let’s be honest here, it had nothing to do with her. The pressure of delivering, or whatever it was, got to me every time. I just couldn’t perform. No matter what we did, I always ended up coming up with some sort of an excuse as to why I couldn’t deliver the goods on any particular night.

  I’m tired from work. I’m just not feeling it tonight. I need to be up early tomorrow morning. Every night, the prognosis was always the same. Let’s wait till next month. We’re in no rush anyway.

  In the back of my mind I knew that she was falling out of love with me. Maybe that’s just the pessimist in me but I got the feeling that she just couldn’t keep going in this one way relationship any more. Each failed attempt filled me with more and more dread that she was going to leave me for a real man. A man who could perform. I was letting my beautiful wife down and there was nothing I could do about it.

  It was always the one thing that held our relationship back. Even in the good days. Even though I’d consider myself to be quite a good looking man (at least that’s what people have told me) I didn’t lose my virginity until I met Nadia. A year and a half into college!

  Oh when I think back on it. I could have had my pick around campus. I’m quite tall and quite athletic even though I don’t play any sports. I give off that impression. I like to look after myself too before a night out. A good fashion sense, plenty of time on the hair. The works.

  And trust me, it did work. It never took much to sway any of the ladies around campus back in the day. But I only knew that because of the friends I went out with. Not a night went by that they didn’t leave early after winning the heart of a young scholar.

  Me on the other hand? I got plenty of admiring glances, but I was always too shy to act on them. Every night without fail a hot blonde or a sumptuous brunette glanced in my direction. Making the eyes, as my buddies called it.

  Go buy her a drink. Jesus Christ, just say anything! Start with hello and see what happens!

  But at that point I got this tight feeling in my chest until eventually the guys just rolled their eyes and proceeded to look after themselves. And who could blame them? I just wandered home alone.

  That was until I met Nadia. Bubbly and outgoing, she was the one who made the move on me! And thank God or who knows where I’d be right now!

  Hey handsome. Your friends ditch you? Don’t worry you can talk to me. Come on, why don’t we get ourselves a drink then?

  It was almost as though she was doing me a favour but as she always says now, when she looked into my brown eyes she just wasn’t going to let me go without a fight.

  After more than just a few drinks I eventually began to open up. Just like riding a bike, I guess I just needed to break through the first barrier
before it would all eventually happen for me. I’m still quite shy and reserved now, especially around strangers, but the man who waked into the bar that night and the man I am now are worlds apart.

  But there’s just that one thing that holds me back still. The bedroom. Now, I’m not quite a virgin, but I’m as close to one as a guy who has had sex can be. If I was to describe my sex life in two words, they would be “fast” and “unsatisfying”. I may be blessed with looks but one thing that was not granted to me was a decent sized package. Sometimes I think it’s a good thing that I’ve only ever been with one woman in my life. God knows the amount of awkward moments I could have had through college if I brought women home on a regular basis.

  Nadia always said that it didn’t matter and that she would always love me no matter what.

  That awful phrase. No matter what.

  “I’ll be up in ten minutes Babe, just finishing some work on the car here. Won’t be long at all.”

  I looked back at the pristine black bonnet of our BMW and pressed my palms firmly against the cold steel. If I shined it one more time it would take the paint clean off it.

  I stared down at my reflection in the bonnet, thinking about how long she would stay with me. Tomorrow was our last chance during this cycle for her to become pregnant and I knew that she was waiting expectantly after we hadn’t even tried the previous night because of one of my feeble excuses.

  “Come to bed Babe.”

  I didn’t even hear her come in through the side door of our garage that connected it to our house.

  She placed her delicate hands on my shoulders and began to rub a smooth leg up against the back of my jeans, wrapping it around my waist.

  I turned my head to the right as she leaned in over me and pecked me on the cheek. She was wearing that black lace dressing gown that I had bought her before we went on our honeymoon. The kind of material that gave the impression that she was completely naked. It was netted with some elegant rose designs stitched in to it which were supposed to cover the occupant’s breasts, but whatever way she always seemed to wear it, that just never happened.

  She had waxed her legs again. I rolled my hand across her soft skin as she kept it pressed in against my belt buckle, expertly holding her balance with the other leg.

  “Please come to bed.”

  She kissed my neck from my ear, right down to my shoulder, moving the material of my tee shirt away from my skin with her chin as she moved.

  “Let’s just give it a shot. If it’s not to be, then it’s not to be. You know I’ll love you no matter what.”

  There were those words again. But hey, she was right. The more we tried the more chance we had.

  “Let’s do it babe.”

  I turned my body to face her and ran my hands around her hips until they met at the back, right at the top of her ass. I pressed my lips against hers. Soft and pink, the taste of her lip gloss swarming my mouth as usual. She pressed her tongue against my lips and parted them gently, inspecting my mouth. Our tongues rolled together as one. With both hands still clasped shut, I raised her from the ground in a light bear hug and carried her through the door and back into the house.

  “That’s my boy.” She whispered in my ear.

  ***

  Before we had even made it in through the door of our bedroom that lace gown was on the ground as she stayed in my arms wearing just her matching bra and panties. If the gown left nothing to the imagination, I can’t even begin to describe these little silk numbers.

  I placed her carefully on the bed but she never released her hands from around my neck and brought me onto the bed with her. Our lips met again as she pushed me up and she wriggled back underneath me as we moved to the center of the king sized bed.

  She pressed her hands against my rib cage and started to slide me up towards the head of the bed as she went in search of my belt buckle. I carried my weight on my elbows as she teasingly unbuckled it and slowly slid my fly down.

  I wore tight black pants and she struggled to shift them from my hips but eventually managed to lower them to my knees. She reached around and placed both hands on my ass, motioning for me to lower my body onto her. She reached back and grabbed a handful of my manhood, playing with it enticingly through my boxer briefs.

  She kneaded my balls as she stroked my cock from side to side through the soft material. I shut my eyes as I concentrated hard in a vain attempt to achieve even a half erection.

  “You’re doing it again Babe. You’re trying too hard. Just relax and let it all happen.”

  She was right. I could feel my body tensing up as she hooked her thumbs underneath the waist band of my underwear, quickly sliding them down into my pants, which I managed to shuffle down to my ankles before kicking them off.

  It’s at this point that I’d like to say that my cock sprang to life and that I pounded my wife to oblivion and back until the early hours of the morning, but that wouldn’t be quite truthful.

  My cock hung limp and diminutive as she groped my ass and pulled my hips down towards her face. I felt myself blush with embarrassment as she took my small, lifeless member between her lips and began to gently suck. She ran her tongue over the tip and I’ll admit I felt shivers run down my spine, but the main feeling that I was consumed by was humiliation.

  Come on! Relax! Just relax God damit! You’ve done this before! You love her and you’re attracted to her! Just relax and let it happen!

  My mind was in overdrive as I clamped my eyes shut, feeling my lifeless cock get pushed around in my wife’s mouth.

  She moved her hands to my hips and flipped me over so that I was now on my back. She climbed on top of me and quickly straddled my cock, her legs spread wide apart. She looked down at me as she licked her lips and ran her hands around to her back where she unclipped her bra, allowing it to fall onto my stomach. Her sumptuous tits sprang into life as the bobbed up and down a couple of times while her tongue still traced sensuous circles around her glossy lips.

  She started to grind against my manhood as she lowered her body down, placing her hands flush against my chest and biting her bottom lip. She brought her face right down so that we were almost noses to nose and stared right into my eyes.

  It was clear to see how much she wanted me. I could feel the moisture dripping through her skimpy thong as the heat built up between us. I wanted to tear my eyes away from her, as looking into her light blue eyes only increased my sense of shame and worthlessness. She started to bounce up and down on my cock, as though pleading for it to come to life. Her magical tits bounced up and down as she flipped her long blonde hair back behind her right shoulder.

  “Nadia.”

  “Shush Baby, there’s still lots of time. You just lie back and relax. Let your mind wander and let me do my thing.”

  I rolled my eyes without her seeing as she moved back down to the foot of the bed and leaned back in towards my cock. She gently pulled at my balls with her hand before leaning in again and enveloping my member with her soft lips.

  I groaned as she did, not with lust or any kind of sensual feeling, but with pure and utter shame. Not that she knew though.

  “That’s it Babe. You just relax and let it all happen. I can feel it coming to life here.”

  She was lying of course. A false compliment in attempt to reignite my lost self-confidence. I’d heard it all before.

  “Oh yeah Babe. You’re doing so well.”

  “Please don’t Nadia,” I cut her off before she could even get going. She looked up at me as she continued to play with my cock with her tongue, as if to say don’t blame me here, it’s not my problem.

  “That’s enough. It’s just not happening for me tonight. I know it’s not.”

  My beautiful wife looked up at me as she rose to a full kneeling position.

  “That’s okay Babe. Don’t worry about it. It happens to all men. We’ll get through it. It’s just a phase after all. Remember what that TV show said. It’s so, so common. You just have a lot on you
r mind right now with work and everything else that’s going on.”

  This was why I loved her. No matter how many times I disappointed her, no matter how many times I annoyed her, she always remembered the man she had fallen in love with. For so many women, this would be their breaking point. But Nadia just climbed up to the head of the bed with me and we both made our way under the covers. She wrapped her arms around me. Her soft skin felt so good up against my back and I cursed myself for not being able to please her like a man should. I reached out with my right hand and flicked a switch on the wall, plunging the room into complete darkness. I pulled her arm in close as we drifted off to sleep. Another month gone by.