by Danielle Lux
Brian rolled over onto his back, his erect dick resting on his stomach.
I reached forward and grabbed it with my hand, feeling the weight of it. I tried to wrap my fingers around it, but the girth was too much—they were nowhere near being able to touch.
Next I moved my hand to the bottom of the shaft. Then I placed another hand on top. There was still so much dick left! I moved the first hand up, on top of the second, and half the head was still above my fingers!
“It's long enough for three hands!” I gasped in amazement. Janet chuckled.
“It is a breathtaking dick, isn't it?” she smiled.
“It's not just the length though,” I said, unable to take my eyes off it, “it's so fat as well!”
“Hey, I am still here,” Brian laughed. “I'm not just a piece of meat.”
I blushed.
“Do you want to suck it now?” Brian asked, smiling in that warm, reassuring way he did.
I nodded.
“Please.”
“Go on then,” said Brian. “But be careful—no trying to deepthroat it or anything stupid like that. Janet can do it, but she's had years of practice. I don't want my son’s wife to get hurt!”
“Yes, I don't think Paul would be too impressed if we told him that his wife choked to death on his dad’s dick!” Janet said.
I leaned forward. I was about to put my mouth around Brian’s glans, but it was so intimidatingly wide that I thought I'd try something easier first. I held him steady at the hilt, then ran my tongue down his shaft.
Brian groaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue across his extraordinary length: up and down, up and down. I'd start my tongue on the tip of his dick, then I'd slide it down, across the massive bulbous head, across the ridges of his pulled back foreskin, then down the meaty trunk, tracing the ridge of every vein. Finally I reached his pelvis, then made my way back to the top again.
“Paul’s a lucky guy,” Brian grunted, as I rubbed the tip of my tongue against his urethra, trying to get as much tongue into the hole as possible.
I slid my tongue back down, leaving a trail of saliva, and this time I went all the way to the balls. Brian’s colossal eggs were far too big to fit in my mouth together, so I took one at a time, licking it, then sucking it up into my mouth, then moving on to the other.
I'd already seen one of Brian’s loads today—and spilled it over the carpet—but it looked like he had plenty of man cream left to give. His balls were practically bursting—two cum-filled plums, ready to empty their contents into the depths of my pussy.
Thinking about taking Brian in my pussy reminded me about his dick. I moved my head back up, my mouth hovering above his apple-sized glans.
I know he'd told me not to try and deepthroat him, but I had to at least try. I could deepthroat Paul’s average length with ease, and I'd managed to throat bigger guys in my misspent youth.
But never anyone as big as Brian.
I moved my head down and rested my lips on the soft skin of Brian’s glans, looking up into his eyes.
“Remember, be careful, Cara,” he said.
I slid my lips down, opening my mouth wide like a snake so it could fit around his enormous cock head. Even so, the sides of my mouth felt like they were going to split open, and my eyes began to water. The ridge of Brian’s head was the widest bit of Brian’s entire dick. If I could just get my lips past that…
My lips were being stretched in every direction by the insane girth of Brian’s glans, but somehow I kept going, and managed to get all of it inside my mouth, my lips now resting around the top of his shaft.
I had only taken Brian’s cock head in my mouth so far—there were still countless inches of shaft left—and already I was starting to gag. It was like having an entire apple inside my mouth.
I looked up at Brian, tears streaming from my eyes.
“It's ok,” he told me. “Don't force yourself to take anymore. I know it's difficult.”
Don't patronize me, I thought. Is that all Brian thought I was—a pathetic little girl who couldn't take a dick? I looked over at Janet, who had a smug smile on her face.
As much as I loved Janet and Brian, at that moment I hated their guts. It was an insult that they thought I wasn't up to the challenge of deepthroating Brian. I was going to do my best to prove them wrong.
I moved my lips further down, taking another inch of Brian’s mammoth meat into my mouth. I slid down further, and felt the head of his dick stroking the back of my throat.
This is the tricky bit, I thought. With Brian’s girth there was no way I was going to be able to breathe once his dick started to slide down my throat. I had to do this quickly, or there was no way I was going to be able to do it at all.
I took a huge snort of air through my nostrils, then moved my mouth further down his shaft. I felt Brian’s apple-sized glans push into my throat. I immediately started to gag.
“Blu-blu-bluuu!”
“Ok,” said Brian, “that's enough.” He grabbed the sides of my head and tried to pull me off, but I put my arms round his waist and held myself down.
“Nu-uh!” I mumbled, shaking my head.
I took a moment to relax, and the gagging sensation stopped.
“Just be careful!” Brian said.
I took another snort of air, and just about managed to get more into my lungs. But this was the point of no return now. Once I went further, there was no way I'd be able to get any more air down my throat.
Sliding my mouth forward, my lips stretched to their limits around Brian’s donkey-thick shaft, I took another inch of him into my mouth. Then another. I constantly felt like I was choking, with his meat pushing against the sides of my throat, blocking my airways. My jaw was aching like hell too.
I slid slowly forward some more. I was almost halfway now. If I could even get half of him in my throat, that would be a victory of sorts—and prove to Brian and Janet that I wasn't just a little inexperienced girl, not worthy of their son.
“Oh god, Cara,” Brian said, “your mouth feels so good…”
This compliment from Brian made me pathetically happy. I would have smiled, if my mouth hadn't been stretched to its limits by Brian’s King Kong girth.
I was so close to half way now, so close. I slid down, taking another inch of him…
Suddenly I knew I was going to throw up. Brian’s glans was snaking its way down my throat, far deeper than any other man had even come close to reaching, and suddenly my gag reflex kicked into overdrive.
I pulled my head back, Brian’s cock sliding out of my throat and smacking him in the belly. Clutching my mouth I ran butt-naked to the bathroom, my breasts bouncing up and down.
I reached the toilet just in time and threw up. Janet came in and rubbed my back.
“Are you ok, sweetie? You did so well, taking so much of him. Do you know how many girls can get that far? Most start choking once they get past the head!”
I looked up at her, vomit on my chin and tears in my eyes.
“Really?”
“Really. You did so well. I'm proud of you.”
“It felt amazing too,” said Brian, walking in. “You've got a hell of a mouth on you. Paul’s lucky.”
I smiled.
“Now go and brush your teeth,” said Janet, “and when you come back it's time to have sex.”
I looked at Brian’s giant cock, erect and resting on his belly, and felt a flutter in my stomach—nerves, excitement, lust, all rolled into one.
How the fuck am I going to take that thing? I wondered.
I went back to my room to brush my teeth, and took the opportunity to check my phone.
There was another message from Paul:
“I love you Cara. I'm sorry things have been so tough recently, but you’re going to get pregnant soon. I just know it.”
I smiled. What I was doing was a bit abnormal, but it was the right thing to do. This baby was going to be a new start for Paul and I, the beginning of the next stage in our lives.
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br /> I messaged back:
“I think you're right. Love you too.”
I turned the phone off and took a deep breath, composing myself. It was time: time to fuck Brian and get pregnant.
When I entered Brian and Janet’s room, they were on the bed together. Brian was still naked, and Janet was sucking his cock.
“Just keeping him warmed up for you,” Janet said, pulling her mouth away. “You ready to do this?”
I nodded.
Janet got off the bed and went back to her armchair.
I joined Brian on the bed, both of us naked. We kissed again, another deep, passionate kiss with the perfect amount of tongue, then he gently pushed me down so I was lying on my back, looking up at him.
He rubbed the tip of his monster dick against the entrance to my vagina, massaging my flaps with his glans. I shivered.
“Are you ready?” Brian asked.
“Yes,” I said, irritated. As excited as I was to be about to have sex with Brian—something I'd fantasized about since the moment I'd met him—I was getting a bit tired of him and Janet constantly asking me if I was ok. Yes, Brian had a colossal penis, but I wasn't a little girl, I was an experienced woman.
Brian started to slide in. As his monster cock head pushed my pussy lips apart, I was seized by an uncontrollable fear. I looked at Brian’s dick again, and again wondered how it was going to fit inside me. After he'd finished, would my pussy ever stretch back to its original size? Would I ever be able to feel Paul again?
“You ok?” Brian asked. “You're trembling.”
“Yes I'm ok!” I snapped. “It just… your dick takes a bit of getting used to. But I'm fine. I'll be fine.”
Brian leaned forward and slid in further. He started to kiss my neck.
“Oh Brian,” I moaned. I'd always liked having my neck kissed.
Brian pushed his dick further, his amazing girth stretching my insides to their limits. The ridge of his cock head—the widest part of him—led the way, rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy, feeling incredible.
“Ow!” I yelled. Suddenly something was hurting.
“What's wrong?” Brian asked, stroking the side of my face with a finger.
“It's just… my pussy’s not used to being stretched like this. How much dick have you got left to—”
With horror, I saw that Brian had plenty of dick left to go. It already felt like I had the biggest penis in the world inside of me, but there must have been at least three inches left of it.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped. It already hurt so much, and he wasn't even all the way in.
“I'll just keep this much in you for a moment,” Brian said. “To let you get used to it.”
I nodded. I felt a tear run down my cheek.
“Are you—”
“Yes, I'm ok Brian!” I snapped again. “I'm sorry, it just… it hurts.”
I burst into tears.
“I'm sorry…” I blubbed, “I'm so sorry…”
John leaned forward, hugging me.
“It's ok, it's ok. You want me to pull out? We can try again another day?”
“No,” I said, “please keep going. I want you to get me pregnant.”
Janet stood up.
“Cara, if you're in pain..”
“No Janet, I'm fine. I promise. Brian, just keep going.”
Brian did as I asked, slowly pushing more of his dick into me, stretching me in ways I'd never thought possible.
Finally, when I thought I was going to pass out, the tip of his head touched the hard, sensitive flesh of my cervix.
“Ooo!” I gasped, wincing slightly. Brian had been as gentle as he could, but it still hurt.
Thankfully Brian and Janet restrained from asking me if I was alright this time.
Brian pulled his dick slowly out, until less than half of it was inside me, then slid it back in, stopping just short of my cervix. I could tell that not only did he have a big dick, but he knew how to work it too—he knew exactly how to much to use, to avoid the damage it would cause if he went all out.
Brian started to fuck me with long, gentle strokes, and soon my pain turned to pleasure. It still hurt, but it felt so good that it didn't matter. Every inch of my pussy was getting a massage, as his incredible length slid in and out. He gradually started to build up speed, until he had a rhythm going.
“Oh Brian,” I gasped, “you're so good at this!”
My pussy was so wet that his cock slid effortlessly in and out, and the more he fucked me, the wetter I got. It was the most incredible sex of my life.
“I want to go on top,” I gasped in his ear as he kissed my neck. With one effortless motion, he rolled over, with his dick still inside me, so he was now on his back and I was on top. I started bouncing, my breasts jiggling wildly, plunging myself down onto his monster rod.
Being on top I could control the rhythm, making sure I didn't injure myself by taking too much dick in my guts. Brian seemed to be enjoying it too, judging by the look on his face. He reached forward and grabbed hold of my tits, squeezing them.
They're bigger than your wife’s, aren't they? I thought cruelly. I loved Janet, but she’d annoyed me today with her over-protectiveness, thinking I couldn't handle her husband. Now her husband was enjoying my tight cunt and my big breasts, and it felt great.
Without warning, Brian scooped me up with his strong arms—his dong still inside me—and got up from the bed. He was now standing, supporting my entire weight with his arms as I wrapped my legs round his back. Holding me like this was something Paul wouldn't have been able to do in a million years.
I thought he was going to dump me on the floor and fuck me there, but instead he started bouncing me on his dick then and there—fucking me while standing!
The only thing supporting my weight was Brian’s huge arms, but he had no trouble in pounding the fuck out of my pussy while holding me up.
“You can never resist that position, can you?” laughed Janet from her armchair. “Always have to show off how strong you are. Even to your son’s wife!”
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, biting at Brian’s shoulder with my teeth and scraping my nails down his back. “You're so big, Brian! You're so big!”
Brian walked me over to the bed and lifted me off his cock. Suddenly not having Brian’s cucumber-sized meat inside me felt like having an organ removed—my cunt felt empty and baggy, like a sock with broken elastic.
Holding me up as if I weighed no more than a little girl, he spun me round and deposited me on the bed on all fours, my ass in the air. Then he slid his dick back inside me, climbing on the bed behind me and fucking me doggy style.
“Oh Briaaaaan!” I moaned. “Oh Bri—OW!!!”
I keeled over on the bed, feeling like I'd been shot. Brian had thrust too far, and his dick and bashed into my cervix at speed.
“Ow, fuuuck!” I groaned, rolling on the bed in agony.
“I'm sorry Cara!” Brian said, rubbing my back in a vain attempt to make me feel better. “I got carried away!”
“For god’s sake Brian,” said Janet, “remember your size. Cara isn't used to a baseball bat like yours.”
“Shut up!” I yelled.
Janet and Brian looked at me in surprise.
“I'm fed up of you treating me like some delicate little flower. I can handle a fucking dick!”
I grabbed Brian’s cock.
“Brian, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Don't worry about hurting me, don't stop if I scream. Don't stop until I tell you to stop, or you cum. Got it?”
“Uh, are you…”
“Yes I'm sure! Don't stop unless I say stop. Yes, of course you're gonna hurt me with that ridiculous penis, but I can handle it. Ok?”
“Ok.”
I turned to Janet.
“Is that alright with you, Janet?”
“Um, of course,” she said.
I let go off Brian’s meat and got on all fours on the bed. My cervix still stung and my pussy throbbed, but I was det
ermined to see this through.
“Now,” I said, “let's try doggy again.”
“I'll make sure I don't hit your cervix this time,” said Brian.
“No!” I said, “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. If you hit my cervix, I can push through the pain. But I just want you to fuck me hard, then cum in me. Ok?”
“Ok,” said Brian, “if that's what you want.”