by Danielle Lux
“Slipping off?”
“He's very small, apparently.”
I laughed. Of course he was. He looked like a guy with a tiny dick.
“Can't they buy extra small condoms?” I asked, still laughing.
“It's not funny, Barry. They bought the smallest size available, they found them online, but they still don't fit him properly.”
“Wow. Poor guy.”
“Not a word to Becky, Barry. I don't want her to think I'm telling you her secrets.”
“Not a word.”
I was cheered up immensely after that. Every time I saw Colin I chuckled inside. I know your little secret, shrimp dick, I thought. Even though he was fucking a girl way out of his league, I was confident that soon she'd dump him, when she realized she could have so much better.
It was Sunday afternoon and I was chilling with my feet up, watching the game. Judy was away at her sister's for the weekend and wasn't due back til Monday, and Becky was round at Colin’s. For once I had the house to myself, so was celebrating with a few beers and the sports channel.
I was just opening my third can when I heard the front door open and the sound of Becky crying.
When I got up from the couch, Becky was in the kitchen, sobbing and eating ice cream straight from the tub.
“You ok, Becky?” I asked.
“Um… hey Barry,” Becky said, as shy as ever. “Barry, am I ugly?”
The question took me by surprise. How could Becky, who had a body most girls would kill for, a gorgeous face and hypnotizing pale blue eyes like her mother, possibly think she was ugly?
“Of course not, baby,” I told her. “Why do you say that?”
She burst into tears,
“I caught Colin cheating! With his friend Zara.”
I felt rage building inside me. That fucker Colin! He was way out of her league, and he still had the audacity to cheat!
“I'll kill him,” I said, slamming my fist on the table. “I'll kill him!”
“No Barry,” Becky said, running over and putting her arms around me. I hugged her back, and she started sobbing into my shirt.
“Why would he cheat on me? Why?”
“Some men are just like that,” I said, putting a finger under her chin and lifting her head up. “That's something you’ve learned the hard way, unfortunately. You'll meet a lot of horrible men in your life, but there are nice ones too. I promise.”
Becky smiled at me, her eyes filled with tears.
“You promise?”
“I do.”
“She pushed her face into my shirt again. I felt a stirring in my pants. I wasn't used to having Becky’s body pressed against me like this—her breasts were squeezed against my chest.
“I wish I could find a man like you, Barry,” Becky said.
I was seized by a sudden madness then. The kind of madness that comes from being as horny as fuck. The correct thing to do in that situation would have been to make my excuses, go upstairs and jack off, then have a cool shower.
Instead I said:
“Well, what about me?”
“Barry?” Becky asked, confused.
“You want to find a man like me, but I'm already here.”
“I don't understand—”
I leaned in a kissed her. At first her lips snapped shut, but then slowly, cautiously she opened them, and her tongue found mine. It was a long, deep kiss, the two of us exploring each others’ mouths.
But then, almost a minute into the kiss, Becky pulled away.
“This is wrong,” she said nervously. “You're married to my mom! And what about Colin?”
I took her tiny hand and placed it gently on the bulge in my pants.
“Does Colin have something like this?” I asked.
“It's so… big!” Becky gasped, looking down at the bulge.
“No-one has to know, Becky,” I told her. “This can be our secret.”
“I really want to, but I'm scared. If Mum found out…”
“She won't.”
“I don't know,” said Becky, looking terrified. “I really like you, Barry, but I just don't know. This is all happening so quick.”
“Why don't we kiss again?” I said, “See if it feels right.”
She nodded nervously. Then leaned forward, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. I almost laughed out loud, she looked so silly. She'd obviously not had much experience at kissing.
I moved forward and kissed her again, another deep, sensual one, with just the right amount of tongue.
“You're such a good kisser,” she said, as I moved my lips down to her neck.
I slipped a hand under her t-shirt, feeling one of her huge breasts through her lacy bra. She groaned with pleasure, then, still kissing her neck, I slid my hand underneath the cup of her bra and found a nipple.
Her breast was firm and ripe, unlike her mother’s. Judy had great boobs, but they were beginning to sag, and couldn't compare to the firmness of an eighteen year old’s.
Becky ran a finger through my hair, gripping me tight as I squeezed her nipple
“Barry…” she gasped.
I pulled my lips from her neck, then lifted her t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Her huge breasts were bursting out of a bra at least two sizes too small, so I did the ethical thing and reached round and unclipped it. The cups fell down, landing on her lap, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I'd ever seen. Becky instinctively moved her hands to cover them up, her shy nature getting the better of her, but I grabbed her wrists and stopped her.
“I'm embarrassed!”
“You shouldn't be, baby,” I told her. “You're beautiful.”
I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. It was smooth and soft, but as I sucked it grew as hard as rock. As hard as my cock was in my pants.
Becky gasped with pleasure. I moved on to the next nipple, sucking that to hardness as well. I slid a hand into Becky’s panties. When I tried to slide a finger inside her she was so tight. I pushed hard, and finally got it in.
“Oh Barry…” Becky groaned. “You're so naughty.”
Her pussy was already wet, but as I fingered her she grew wetter still, until my hand and her thighs were covered in her juices.
“Keep going!” she said, as I started to finger fuck her hard. “Keep going!”
She screamed as she came, squeezing her thighs together and crushing my hand with her cunt. I pulled my fingers out and licked the juice from them, savoring the taste of Becky’s eighteen-year-old vagina.
Becky was panting, sweat glistening on her forehead and a big grin on her face.
“My turn now,” I said, standing up and dropping my pants and boxers. The smile disappeared from Becky’s face instantly.
“Suck my cock,” I ordered her.
“I… it's too big. It won't fit in my mouth!”
“It will baby. We’ll make it fit.”
She moved slowly and cautiously towards my cock, as if approaching a fierce beast. Nervously, she stuck her tiny tongue out and ran it across my huge, bulbous head, mopping up a drop of precum.
“You taste good,” she said, probably just being nice.
It soon became obvious she was no pro at sucking cock. She kept trying out different ways of licking it, as if trying to figure out what to do. Sometimes big, long licks down the length, sometimes little flickering licks, like a cat licking up milk. There was no rhyme or reason to it, but somehow her ineptitude made it all the hotter. She never looked me in the eye, either. I asked her a couple of times, but she never kept my gaze for long—she was far too shy.
Still, it felt amazing to finally have Becky licking my big cock—something I'd fantasized about for so long.
“Becky, baby, see how much of my cock you can take it your mouth.”
Becky took a nervous look at it.
“It's too big.”
“Come on Becky,” I said. “You're a big girl, give it a go at least.”
Becky opened wide and placed her mouth on my
head. She moved down, taking one inch of fat cock inside her throat, then a second… but then she started to gag. She pulled my dick out, drool running down her chin.
“It's so fat…” she gasped.
“Fatter than Colin’s?”
Becky laughed.
“I'm sorry,” she said, quickly rebutting herself. “I shouldn't be mean to Colin. He can't help the way he was born.”
“So he's got a small penis?” I asked her, unable to hide my smile. “You can tell me.”
“It's… I don't know, I've only even seen one in person. Well, two now. So I don't know what's big or small. But it's much smaller than yours, Barry.”
I grinned. Judy had already told me about Colin’s shortcomings, of course, but it was a real turn-on to hear it from Becky’s lips. It was an even bigger turn on to know that Colin’s tiny prick was the only one she’d ever had.
I took Becky’s hand and lifted her to her feet.
“Where are we going?”
“Take off your clothes,” I told her.
She did as asked, taking off her skirt and her socks until she was just in her panties.
“Those too,” I said.
She hesitated for a second, then took those off too, standing there naked.
I started to take off my clothes too. The whole while I could feel Becky’s eyes on my cock, which had been hanging out of my zipper since she’d sucked it. Finally I was naked too, and the two of us stood facing each other, all our clothes gone. My dick was rock hard, resting against my belly.
“Do you have a condom?” Becky asked.
“No, I’m too big for condoms,” I told her. I'd waited so long to get inside Becky’s cunt that there was no way I was going to ruin it by wearing a rubber. “I'll pull out before I finish. I promise.”
“But what about diseases?”
I decided to give her a bit of a scare, pretending to be furious.
“Are you saying I've got sexually transmitted diseases?” I asked her angrily, “Are you saying I'm dirty?!”
“No Barry, I just…”
“Forget this,” I said, starting to put my clothes back on. “I thought you were a grown woman, but you're just a silly girl.”
“No!” Becky said, coming and putting her arms round me. “I'm sorry. Of course you don't have any diseases, I'm sorry.”
Becky was in tears now.
“Barry, I love you.”
This took me by surprise. Becky had never told me she loved me before.
“I mean,” Becky went on, “not just because you're the man of the house, but I'm in love with you. I always have been.”
She wiped the tears from her eyes.
“But I never thought you would love me back, as you were with Mom.”
It's a bit perverted I know, but seeing Becky crying like this just made my cock even harder. I was desperate to fuck her tight little pussy now. It was a shame I hadn't made my move a few months ago, as I could have popped her eighteen year old cherry.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” I told her, wiping a tear from her cheek with my finger. “Would you like that?”
Becky looked up at me with glistening eyes and nodded.
I led her by the hand, then lifted her up onto the table, lying her on her back.
“Remember to pull out,” Becky said. “I'm not on birth control.”
“I will,” I told her. It wasn't a lie: the last thing I needed was Judy divorcing me because I’d knocked up her eighteen year old daughter. It had been a while since my promiscuous twenties and thirties, but I was sure my pull-out game was as strong as ever. I’d always avoided condoms wherever possible, so was well-practiced at pulling out at the last minute and blowing my load over a girl’s back or boobs. With Becky I thought I'd empty my balls onto her face. It turned me on to think of her rosy cheeks covered in my jizz.
I rubbed the head of my cock on her vagina flaps, lubing it up with her juices.
“Go slow,” she whispered.
I did as she asked, slowly sliding my meat into her warm, wet tunnel. Her tight walls gripped me like a vice.
Becky gasped, her whole body contorting with pleasure as my girth stretched her pussy in ways she’d never experienced before.
“So big…” she whispered, her eyes closed and her back arched.
Finally I bottomed out, my pelvis kissing hers as the last of my length disappeared into her vagina.
Becky tilted her head back, her mouth wide open and every muscle in her body tensed.
I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, letting her get used to my size.
Finally, as her pussy began to get used to being so full, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She would still twitch with pain every so often, when I went a bit too deep or too fast, but she was enjoying it now.
“I love you Barry,” she said.
“I love you too, baby.”
I decided to up the pace a bit. Becky winced as I started fucking her faster.
“You like that?” I asked her.
“Yes, but it hurts a bit.”
“You'll get used to it,” I said. “Now get ready, I’m going to fuck you even faster.”
“No, Barry, I'm scared!”
One of my wife’s nicknames for me is “the piledriver”, as when I get going I like to fuck fast. Really fast. As good as Becky’s pussy felt, I was bored of taking it slow now. It was time to show her what I could really do.
I lifted Becky’s legs up, resting them on my shoulders and gripping them tight.
“Please take it slow, I'm not ready. It'll hurt!”
“Yes it will,” I told her. “But you'll be ok.”
Then I started to piledrive. I thrust my hips, plunging the full length of my big cock into Becky over and over.
She screamed, slapping her hands against the table and flailing about like she was having an epileptic fit. The more she wriggled, the faster I thrust.
Becky looked like a girl possessed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and verbal diarrhea spewing from her lips:
“It hurts! Don't stop, it feels so good, but it hurts! You're so big,Barry! Your FUCKING cock is FUCKING AMAZING! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
I think that was the first time I ever heard Becky swear. She was normally such a polite girl.
My balls started to tingle—I was close to cumming. But Becky’s pussy felt so good, so nice and wet and soft, that I didn't want to pull out. The logical part of my brain was telling me to not be so stupid, but the horny-dickhead part of my brain was telling me to stay in, to blow my load inside Becky’s tight cunt.
Becky must have noticed the change on my face, as she started to panic.
“Don't forget to pull out before you cum. You can do it on my breasts if you like. Or in my mouth.”
I kept thrusting. Christ her pussy felt good.
“Barry, make sure you pull out!”
“I'll get you the morning after pill,” I grunted, barely able to get my words out. I could feel the tingle spread through my cock. Just a few more thrusts and I'd be ready to bust.
“Barry, the morning-after pill is murder in the eyes of god!”
Shit, I'd forgotten Becky was so religious. She went to some stupid church club with her friends, where the church leader filled their heads with all sorts of bullshit. Obviously Becky must have missed the lesson on no sex before marriage.
It was now or never. Any second now I was going to cum, and it was either going to be on Becky’s chest or inside her fertile pussy. The logical part of my brain was screaming for me to pull out, but her cunt felt so good, so good…
“Barry, please, not inside me!”
“I’M CUMMING!!!” I roared, gripping her ankles hard as I unloaded my balls into her pussy. Jet after jet of thick white cream poured from the end up my cock, splattering the depths of her cunt. It felt so good.
Becky’s eyes were red.
“You promised,” she sniffled. “You promised you'd pull out!”
“I'm sorry
baby, your pussy just felt so good.”
“What am I going to do? I can't get pregnant, Mummy will kill me!”
Then an ingenious thought struck me.
“Say that Colin’s the dad.”
“What?”
“Your Mom told me that condoms keep slipping off Colin when you have sex. Just tell her and Colin that some of his cum accidentally went inside you. Colin’s from a rich family, his parents will be able to pay child support.”
I pulled my soft dick out of Becky’ vagina. A dollop of my cum oozed out. I'd really dumped a load in her.
“But I can't raise a baby, I'm only eighteen! I want to go to college!”
“I can take you to get the morning after pill?”
Becky shook her head.
“Then it looks like you're going to be a teenage mom,” I told her. It was harsh, but if she refused to take the pill, it was her own stupid fault.
“We can raise the baby together,” Becky said, smiling hopefully at me. “You could leave Mom and we could get married. I could cook and clean for you, look after you.”
“No offense Becky,” I said, putting my clothes back on, “but I don't really want to be married to an eighteen year old. I don't want to spend my life watching Gossip Girl and hanging out at the mall. You're not even old enough to drive! I love your mother, and I'm going to stay married to her.”
“I'll tell her,” said Becky. “If you don't leave her and help me raise the baby, I'll tell her!”
I felt the anger rise up inside me. I had to shut this down now: I wasn't going to let some eighteen year old brat ruin my life.
“If you tell your mom anything,” I said, “I'll make it my life’s mission to make sure she kicks you out on the streets. Do I make myself clear?”
Becky nodded.
“Good,” I said. I rubbed her chin. “Now cheer up, baby. You might not even be pregnant.”
But of course she was. With her fertile eighteen-year-old pussy and the huge load I dumped inside her, it was inevitable.
Becky did as she was told. Colin was devastated to learn that he was going to be a dad. I had to leave the room when I saw him and Becky crying in each other’s arms, to stop myself laughing in his face. The little prick was finally getting what he deserved.
Judy was disappointed with Becky, but—being the lovely person she was—told her daughter that she’d supporter her no matter what.