Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Brett won’t mind,” Ethan said, sipping his wine. “I’ve been with him during no few threesomes and foursomes. He’s a regular sex machine and if its got a pussy he’s on it. He doesn’t care who watches or shares.”

  “I may not be as experienced as you, older brother,” Dan said, “but I intend to have that girl wrapped around my cock.”

  “Here’s to Lacey and our cocks.”

  Ethan raised his wine glass and Dan clicked his to it.

  It was actually six minutes when Brett took Lacey by the hand and led her up the stairs. Ethan winked at his brother.

  “Let’s give them time to get naked and involved before we go in.”

  “How long?”

  “Ten minutes. Four for kissing and fondling. Two to get naked. Three for him to mount her.”

  “That’s nine.”

  Ethan grinned. “One for Lacey to play the virginal coquette.”

  Dan snorted. “She won’t. Lets head up there in five minutes.”

  After five minutes passed, the brothers took their newly filled wine glasses with them as they walked up the stairs. As Ethan knew exactly where Brett’s suite of rooms were, they avoided needing to open doors to check the occupants. Brett failed to lock his suite after taking Lacey inside, thus the brothers found him plunging into Lacey’s pussy from behind. She knelt on all fours in the middle of the huge four-poster bed, her head thrown back with Brett’s fist tangled in her wealth of golden hair. His mouth at her throat formed bruises that made Ethan wince. His knees spread her legs wide apart as his huge cock reamed her pussy.

  Brett glanced at them as they entered, but never missed a beat as he drove his thick, long cock in and out of her. Lacey gasped, her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide as she uttered tiny cries of either pain or passion. Probably a mixture of both, given Brett’s incredible size. Both Ethan and Dan set their wine glasses on a nearby table and disrobed. Ethan’s cock had already engorged itself, and Dan’s stuck straight out from his groin.

  Brett picked up his pace, sawing his shaft in and out of her fast and hard. Lacey half-screamed as she came, her eyes closed, her throat convulsing as her body stiffened during her orgasm. Brett plundered her vagina, his chest against her back, his hard mouth on her tender neck leaving visible bruises. Ethan stroked his cock as he watched, hoping the sight of them going at it wouldn’t make him come prematurely.

  “I go next,” Dan muttered.

  Ethan nodded, taking a seat where he could watch the show. His dick ached with a throbbing need, but he forced the craving to be buried deep in Lacey’s pussy to the back of his mind. He watched Brett with an almost clinical detachment, observing his style and driving cock, his closed eyes and concentrated expression. Under him, Lacey moaned like a cat in heat, and Ethan wondered if she were about to have a second orgasm.

  Brett lasted longer than Ethan thought he might, given Lacey’s very tight and inexperienced vagina. His entire body stiffened like a plank as he shot his load into her, evidently forgetting her lack of anti-pregnancy preparedness. He lunged forward a few more times, his jaws locked with groans emanating from between them. Lacey collapsed on her face when he let go of her blonde mane, her rear end high in the air. Brett dismounted, his limp dick falling from her, and he fell onto his side on the bed.

  Lacey remained where she was, face buried in the pillows, her legs spread wide, her pussy oozing juices – both hers and Brett’s. Dan all but leaped onto the bed and shoved Brett aside. His fingers entered her slick and wet pussy, then inserted them into her tiny brown asshole. At first Lacey protested, her face rising from the pillows obviously worried about what Dan intended.

  “It’s going to be all right, sweetheart,” Dan murmured. “You’re about to lose your other cherry and it will feel so good.”

  “You’re too big to go in there.”

  “No, no, your ass will stretch, I promise.”

  Bending over her, he whispered in her ear. Ethan caught parts of it – him explaining how good it would feel, how sore her pussy now was, how she couldn’t get pregnant with his seed up her chute. At last Lacey nodded, turning her head to kiss him, and permitted him to lube her ass. Dan spent a great deal of time kissing her, stroking his fingers in and out of her ass, helping her relax enough to allow him entry.

  Brett left the bed and sat naked, his cock limp, in the chair Dan vacated, sipping Dan’s wine. “I should have grabbed her ass,” he confided. “I was in too much of a hurry, needed to be inside her too badly. Though I have to admit, Lacey is one fine lady to fuck.”

  “Indeed she is,” Ethan said, unable to take his eyes from the sight of his brother coaxing her ass to relax, his own erection straining. “I broke her in.”

  “Congratulations, my boy. I have yet to break in a virgin. How was it?”

  Ethan grinned. “Delicious.”

  “And now your brother gets her anal virginity,” Brett said, his voice sad. “Maybe one day I’ll get as lucky as you boys.”

  Dan knelt behind Lacey, his cock in his hand. He pointed the tip at Lacey’s uncharted territory, and leaned forward. She cried out as the tip vanished inside her, but Dan soothed her with words and kisses. “Relax, Lacey, you’re doing fine, just breathe and relax.”

  “It hurts.”

  “Not for long, just relax and breathe.”

  Lacey relaxed, breathing in and out deeply as Dan instructed her. Dan thrust in another inch, and went through the same procedure: breathe, kiss, soothe. He murmured nonsense words in her ear, caressing her smooth back, kissing her throat, her shoulders.

  “Your brother is something of a professional,” Brett observed. “Has he done this often?”

  “Yes, indeed,” Ethan answered, his cock aching, watching his brother mount Lacey’s ass. “Let’s just say he’s an anal expert.”

  Within ten minutes of coaxing Lacey to relax, Dan was soon gliding in and out of her butt hole. Kneeling behind her, Dan bent over her slender back. With her face buried in the pillows, her butt high in the air, Ethan couldn’t hear her moans. He didn’t know if she found this sexual encounter as pleasurable as vaginal screwing. But Dan had lifted his face toward the ceiling, cords standing out on his neck. His hands on her hips held her steady as he rocked in and out of her butt hole, his cock glistening at its exposure to the light.

  Lacey lifted her face from pillow long enough to cry out as she orgasmed, her entire lithe body as tense as a piano wire. Her body shuddered under Dan’s, her pussy opening and closing visibly as she came hard, her breath gasping, her eyes opened wide and staring into nothing. She would have collapsed had not Dan’s strong arm under her held her upright on her hands and knees. Still he reamed her ass, his hips slamming into her ass cheeks, his balls swinging. Faster he thrust in and out of her, tight groans forced from between his clenched teeth. His fingers left bruises on the soft, pale flesh of her hips, his huge cock sawing her in half.

  At long past the time Ethan knew he’d have come, Dan finally exploded. He roared as he came, his cock spurting his jism harmlessly into her ass. He thrust hard and fast, his body jerking, spasming as his cock spurted deep into Lacey. His thrusts slowed, his hips pumping his cock in and out. Then he relaxed, sagging against her back. His fists on the mattress to either side of her shoulders, Dan breathed in ragged gasps, his cock still locked within her ass.

  Only when Lacey collapsed under him did his shaft fall from her rear hole with an audible pop. Dan fell onto his side, his arms clasping Lacey to him in an embrace, his chest to her back. Ethan knew they didn’t sleep, for his hand caressed her breasts in a loving fashion as hers clasped his other hand tightly to her stomach. Ethan pondered his strategies, knowing Lacey was close to her limit for sexual exploits. Understanding that both of her orifices no doubt burned from attentions of three different men within a span of a few hours, Ethan knew he should just leave Lacey alone. Take her home and let her sleep the rest of the night.

  However, his cock had different ideas. It needed another release and
fisting himself to an orgasm didn’t appeal to him. Catching Dan’s eye, he jerked his head in a subtle request for Dan to remove himself from the bed. Dan obeyed after a few more kisses to Lacey’s neck and shoulders. Once Dan vacated the bed, Ethan took his place, spooning the girl into the curve of his body. His erection straining painfully, Ethan caressed her breasts and stomach with his hand. Taking his time, letting her rest and relax, he gradually ventured further down. Expecting her to protest when his finger dipped into her pussy, Ethan pushed further in when she didn’t.

  Rolling his fingers over her clit, he listened as her breathing quickened. Her hand over his encouraged him to stroke her back into arousal, his fingers dipping into her growing wetness. Her legs spread restlessly as his cock probed between her thighs. Rubbing, gently pinching her clit, Ethan plunged his fingers in deep into her vagina, spreading her inner walls. Lacey’s heart pounded against his chest, low moans emerged from her every breath. Fully aroused, she pushed back against him, inviting his cock’s new invasion.

  Ethan rolled her onto her back and spread her legs both wide and up, her knees against her chest. Her pink opening winked at him, juices sliding down to dampen the bed covers beneath her. Lacey’s eyes met his, filled with lust and desire as he knelt over her. Hands to either side of her head, Ethan kissed her, his tongue toying with hers. Pushing his cock against her opening, he entered an inch and withdrew, then repeated the movement, over and over. Wanting her fully aroused and slick enough for him to glide in all the way without hurting her, Ethan teased her, making her crazy with lust.

  Lacey broke away from his mouth. “I need it,” she gasped. “Give it to me.”

  “I want to be gentle with you, girl,” he murmured, his lips nibbling her ear. “Your pretty little pussy must be sore.”

  “I don’t care. It feels good when you’re inside me.”

  Rather than obey her, Ethan worked his shaft in another inch, then pulled out, rocking back and forth, building her toward her climax. Lacey moaned, her nails scraping his back, his shoulders, trying to pull him deeper into her. He resisted, feeding her only inches and not his full length. Thrashing, she squirmed and gasped, spreading her knees wider, inviting him to plunge in to the hilt.

  Fighting his own desire to sink himself all the way in, Ethan continued to tease her relentlessly, wanting her to orgasm before he did. By the way she clutched his arms and shoulders, he suspected she was close to it. He slowed his pace, making her gasp and squirm under him, his own climax hovering.

  Lacey stiffened, moaning, her head thrown back. Around his cock her inner walls trembled, convulsing, her orgasm shuddering through her. Instantly, Ethan plunged in up to his balls inside her. Lacey cried out, her body quaking, her nails scratching bloody furrows in his flesh. Driving in hard, fast, he reamed her pussy with his stiff shaft. His hands burrowed under her hips, lifting her, his head lying next to hers on the bed as he worked his way in and out.

  Ethan’s breath grew ragged. His climax built, grew, bittersweet ecstasy climbing from his loins. His explosion imminent, he thrust in hard, feeling her pussy clamp down on his shaft. In a whirling crescendo, his pleasure soared on wings, and he pulled from her body. Burying his cock into the blankets on the bed, Ethan’s orgasm shuddered through him. His sperm spurted, his shaft jerking, the intense sensations making him moan. Lights spun behind his eyes. For a long minute, his shaft continued its powerful quaking, his climax coursing through him.

  At long last he sighed, and rolled off Lacey’s body. She breathed hard, and lowered her legs. Turning onto her side, she cuddled into him, her face buried in his throat. Ethan held her close, enjoying the simple feel of her body close to his, scenting the odor of her hair.

  “I’m done,” she murmured. “No more, please.”

  Ethan caressed her shoulders, her back. “Time to get you home, sweetheart.”

  He’d almost forgotten Dan and Brett sitting naked in their chairs, sipping wine and watching. Lifting himself up onto his elbow, he said, “Our girl has had enough. Brett, can you loan us a carriage?”

  He nodded, and rose to don his pants and white shirt. “I’ll see to it.”

  Dressed, he leaned over Lacey and pulled gently on her shoulder until she gazed up at him. He planted a firm kiss to her lips. “You’ll come back and see me again, Miss Lacey?”

  Smiling, she lifted her hand to his cheek. “I will.”

  After he’d gone, Dan also drew on his clothes, then helped Lacey into her skirts and bodice, buttoning up the many buttons on the back. Ethan watched for a few minutes, his limp cock drying. “Quite an adventure for your first party,” he said.

  Combing her wealth of gold hair, Lacey nodded, her light green eyes reflective. “I’m not a girl any more, am I?”

  “No,” Dan replied, his arm over her shoulders. “You’re a woman now. And whoever marries you will be a very fortunate man.”

  “I’m not going to marry that old boor my father selected,” she said. “I want a man, a young man, who will treat me the way you three have. One who will give me pleasure in and out of bed.”

  Ethan finally rose to find his clothing. “That shouldn’t be difficult, Lacey. Any sane man will want you for a wife and bed-partner.”

  He stroked the back of his hand down her cheek. “Perhaps I might court you.”

  “Brothers share,” Dan commented with a grin. “Can you handle two of us courting you?”

  Lacey laughed and hugged them both. “I sure can try.”

  Story 40

  It was late on a Friday night, close to midnight, and I found myself alone in the downstairs of my large, exquisitely furnished home. My husband, Ronny, had retired to bed, telling me that he was tired after a long week at the university where he worked as a Professor of Philosophy. He was a successful man and we had never been short of money. My beautiful surroundings were testament to that.

  Expensive watercolor paintings adorned the walls, with family portraits nestled in between. I stood in front of one. It was Ronny and I with our two children – twins – right before they had left for college.

  Both Tyler and Jenny had chosen to go to school out of state. I missed my son and daughter a lot these days. I had been a stay at home mom since they were born and now that they were gone, grown up, I often wondered what I was supposed to do. Ronny didn't pay me as much attention as I would have liked. He left the house at seven thirty every morning, Monday through Friday, and most days I wouldn't see him again until after six pm. When he did come home, he would tuck himself away in his office, correcting papers or creating exams for his students. On those rare occasions my husband had free time, he was a lover of golf. He would go to play with some of the other professors and this too would see him gone for hours on end. I guess you could say that I was kind of lonely.

  In the living room that night, I lay back on the plush couch stretching myself out. I pointed the television remote at the large flatscreen mounted on the wall and began to flick through the channels. At this hour, there wasn't much on that I cared to watch. Usually I liked cookery shows, taking an interest in learning to whip up a new delight in the kitchen, or some of those terrible, but at the same time, addicticting reality shows. I searched in vain for something to pass the time but encountered only telesales, repeats and the news. Suddenly, large bouncing breasts filled the screen! Ah, the adult channels. I must admit I had always been curious about these. I lowered the volume so as not to wake Ronny. I couldn't imagine how my husband would react if he were to walk into the room to find me watching porn.

  On tv, a dark haired, big busted lady was bent over and being filled from behind by possibly the longest and thickest cock I had ever set eyes on. I couldn't stop staring at it! My husband had a big dick that I had always been crazy about but it paled in comparison to this. I loved how this one looked and how the pussy wrapped around it was stretching to accommodate its girth. How good would that feel inside of me, I thought longingly to myself. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my py
jamas and beneath my panties.

  My pussy was already wet. “Mmm!” I moaned, as I slid a finger inside my slick little slit. I imagined being bent over this couch, taking that cock. I circled my fingers over my clit. It felt so good. Ronny and I had enjoyed a passionate sex life in the past but since his latest promotion, he'd been so busy with work. I was really missing it. I was really missing being fucked. I thrust my fingers inside my pussy, transfixed on the screen. “Fuck me!” I groaned. How badly I wanted a big dick! I came, feeling the waves of orgasm throughout my entire body and lay panting on the sofa. I really need to do something about our sex life, I surmised.

  ~~~

  ~~~

  On Saturday morning, I woke to find the bed empty. My husband was an early riser and the clock on the night-stand read that it was after nine am. I crept out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. Ronny was there, sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading the morning paper.

  “Good morning, Heather!” he greeted me. I poured myself some coffee and went to sit beside him.

  “Morning sweetie, what are your plans for today?”

  I thought that perhaps today was the day Ronny and I could reignite some of our former spark, if you know what I mean! “I'm going to play golf. There's a really important tournament on today, didn't I tell you?” was his response. Going to play golf, of course. I tried to hide my disappointment with a smile.

  “Well, have fun!” I told him and as I left the kitchen to go for my morning shower, I shouted back a good luck wish.

  In the bathroom I stripped off my clothes. The anticipation I'd been feeling when I had woken hadn't yet faded. My nipples were hard and stood out away from my body. I cupped my tits in my hands, fondling them. For a woman of forty-two, they were still pert and full. I rolled my nipples between my fingers. They were so sensitive, I loved to have them teased. From my breasts, I allowed my hands to roam down my body. I had an hourglass figure – wide hips spreading from my narrow waist. Ronny had loved to fuck me doggie style so he could see my shapely body and jiggly butt. I was by no means perfect but I thought I still looked pretty good.