Big Men of the House: 55 Book Story Bundle Box Set

by Wendy Pound

  I shut the door and walked past Blake, giving him a furious glance. I went back up to my room and lay down on the bed. Why did I dream about him? It was wrong.

  More importantly, why did he lust after my friends and not me?

  –

  That day, I did my best to keep my distance from Blake. I avoided him out of anger and not wanting that image of his cock back in my head. How big was he really?

  Whatever I did that day, I couldn't help but think of Blake.

  “Hey Blake, I'm going out with some friends. I'll be home late.”

  A voice came from the living room. “All right, be safe.”

  That was a lie. I didn't really have any plans. In fact, I couldn't face my friends after that embarrassing morning. I drove around town, eating dinner in my car and ended up seeing a movie.

  I returned home around 11 pm after aimlessly driving for hours. I expected the house to be silent but when I entered, I could hear a conversation upstairs. I stood at the base of the stairs, straining my ears to hear. Faint moaning was coming from my mom and Blake's bedroom. I quietly sneaked up the stairs, carefully avoiding any squeaky boards.

  The moans increased as I got closer. I could discern a male and female voice. My mind instantly went to one of my friends fucking Blake.

  Which one of my friends would've stabbed me in the back?

  The door to the master bedroom was creaked open and light spilled into the dark hallway. Like a ninja, I crept closer and closer. I peered through the crack to see the TV on and a porn movie playing on the screen. A busty teen was getting pounded from behind.

  I peeked over to see Blake laying in bed shirtless. His legs were spread and he was pumping his cock so hard. I looked away for a second, thinking I was seeing something forbidden. A warmness grew between my thighs. I glanced through the open door again, watching in secret, Blake pleasuring himself.

  The same thing kept running through my head: why doesn't Blake want me?

  I was going to change his mind. He would be mine tonight.

  I flung open the door. Blake face turned from ecstasy to pure shock. He fumbled around for the sheets and covered himself. Then grabbed for the remote, turning off the TV.

  “What are you doing?” I said innocently.

  Blake was speechless. I'd only ever called him by his name before. “Oh nothing, Isa,” he replied.

  There was no hiding his raging boner pitching a tent under the sheets.

  I strutted over to bed, never breaking eye contact with him. I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled my big butt out of them. I pulled my blouse over my head, leaving just my black bra and panties on. Blake's eyes looked me up and down, taking in all my curves. He licked his lips and a devilish grin appeared.

  Come over here, little girl,” he said, curling his finger inwards.

  I jumped on the bed and straddled Blake. His cock under the sheets pulsed against my pussy. Blake's hands traveled up my body, meeting my voluptuous breasts. I unhooked my bra, unleashing my massive mounds. Blake's eyes went wide before he cupped them and buried his face in my chest.

  His tongue ran over every inch of my tits, perking up my nipples. Blake chewed and sucked on them like a baby. I held his head in my cleavage, moaning loudly. “Oh, you make me feel so good.”

  I pulled the sheet back to reveal Blake's humongous snake. I gasped at the size of the thing. My friends wouldn't believe me that it was even longer than they suspected. I stroked his shaft before lifting up and inserting him into my tight wet pussy.

  Blake's nails dug into my skin as his cock filled me up completely. I rested my hands on his strong chest as I pumped my ass up and down on his meat. Blake brushed the hair out of my face before pulling me down for a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat, making me gag.

  “Oh, fuck me hard!” I screamed.

  “Oh yeah, you've been a bad girl,” he said, spanking my ass. I collapsed onto Blake and he grabbed my ass cheeks. He slammed his cock further and further into me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I never wanted him to leave me.

  “Come with me,” I said.

  I slipped my hand down until I met my clit. I rubbed myself, bringing an unimaginable amount of ecstasy. Blake gripped me hard as he fucked me faster and faster. The feeling of his bare cock inside me was unreal.

  “OH FUCK!” Blake bellowed. I felt a rush of warmness shoot inside me. I swirled my clit around until my orgasm fired off. Blake squeezed me hard as his cock unloaded his sticky seed within me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body exploded into uncontrollable seizures. I flopped up and down on Blake, surrendering to the pleasure. It was too much to handle and I blacked our for a few seconds.

  When I came too, Blake had just finished filling me up. He slowly pulled out, leaving a large void behind. His cum ran down my thighs, leaving them sticky and wet.

  “That was amazing,” I said, exasperated.

  “It sure was,” Blake whispered before we both fell asleep.

  –

  I awoke the next morning back in my own bed. Blake must have carried me here so my mom wouldn't find out about us. I smiled and rolled around under my covers, feeling better than I ever had before.

  Blake and I didn't speak about that night for long time. It was our little “secret”. I couldn't even tell my best friends Blake and I wanted each other badly but we knew it was forbidden. We would have to bury our desires.

  But when I found out he got me pregnant, our little “secret” was about to come out. Blake knew it was his but my mom had no clue. I felt it was better to let her be happy just a little longer. She would find out when the baby was born.

  Blake would be all mine soon enough.

  Filled to the Max

  “Sarah! Can you come downstairs for a second?” my mom yelled.

  “Be right there,” I called back down. I finished dressing and put the finishing touches on my makeup.

  I ran downstairs to find my mom standing next to a tall man at the doorway. Another of my mom's new boyfriends.

  “Sarah, I want you to meet Lincoln.”

  “Lincoln, this is my daughter.”

  “Nice to meet you,” he said, outstretching his hand.

  I smiled and loosely shook his hand. This was the hundredth man I'd met since my parents got divorced. Since then, my mom has been remarried three times. Each guy more different than the last. I had given up a long time ago trying to convince her to take a break. She was searching for someone like my father but there was no one else like him.

  Lincoln was the latest in my mother's conquests. She'd never brought a guy home before though. There was something else that was different about him. He wore a light gray suit with a blue tie. His hair was combed perfectly and he had just the right amount of stubble. Lincoln had this sense of confidence about him. His big smile and dark eyes instantly made me comfortable and at the same time off balance. I didn't know what he was going to do next.

  “Honey,” my mom said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Lincoln and I are getting married.”

  That's marriage number five.

  She shoved her hand in front of me with a large diamond ring hanging on her finger. It was bigger than the last engagement ring. That meant that at least Lincoln had some money and wasn't a deadbeat like my mom's past boyfriends.

  My mom braced herself, expecting me to explode with anger. That's what happened the first time she told me she was getting remarried. It was only two months after my parents got a divorced. When she brought that stranger into my house and told me that they were getting married, I got livid. I threw plates across the room and screamed every curse word at my mom.

  After her second divorce and third marriage, I just didn't really care anymore. None of the men stayed around long enough for me to get to know them. I decided that it was best to just let my mom do her thing. The men didn't really mean much to her anyways. They were just a way for her to pass the time.

  “Congratulations,” I said, hugging my
mom.

  I shook Lincoln's hand again and he winked at me. A shock of electricity shot through me as we touched. Something was very different about him.

  I realized something. I had never been attracted to any of my mom's boyfriends. It's not that they weren't handsome, it was more like I wasn't interested. I was more intrigued by high school boys than older men. Now that I was in college, an older man seemed adventurous.

  A real man.

  My mom kissed my cheek. “You're the best daughter in the world. Lincoln and I were going to go celebrate. Wanna join?”

  The last thing I wanted was to hear another story about how they first met. They were all the same with my mom. She met a guy at a bar and he swept her off her feet. It was strange to have a mom who went to clubs more than I did.

  “Sorry, but I have to write a paper that's due tomorrow. Maybe we can celebrate another time?”

  “Of course, baby,” she replied.

  “It was nice meeting you,” Lincoln said. “I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other.” My mom grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

  “Nice meeting you too,” I said before the front door what shut and they were gone.

  I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. My mom could have done a lot worse. I went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I actually didn't have any homework so my night was free to do whatever I wanted.

  I checked my phone for any text messages but found none. Most of my friends were busy with work or boyfriends. They didn't have much time for a single girl anymore.

  An image of Lincoln shirtless entered my head. I tried to shake it out but it was set firmly in place. I shut my eyes and tried to think of something else but nothing would come. A warmness grew between my thighs.

  I imagined Lincoln taking me in his arms. His rough hands touching every inch of my body. His firm lips pressed against mine.

  I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down enough to reveal my red panties. I stuck my hand under and crawled my way to my womanhood. My underwear was completely soaked. I felt my clit and a rush of pleasure ran through me.

  Lincoln kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears. His hands found my bare breasts and fondled them. I moaned as he chewed on my nipples. Lincoln picked me up effortlessly and laid me down on the bed gently. He bent over and spread my legs slowly.

  He kissed my inner thighs, sending chills up my spine. He worked his way upwards, closer and closer to my wetness. His lips grazed my pubic mound and he placed his tongue right on my clit. I held his head against me as he swirled my womanhood around. My fingers ran through his dark hair as licked me up and down.

  His tongue was dangerously close to my opening and then he stuck it all the way. His tongue searched around inside me, eating me out. I held the sides of his head as I rubbed my wet pussy all over his face.

  The ecstasy was getting more intense. My body spasmed up and down with every flick of his tongue. I'd never felt that good before in my life.

  “I'm going to come,” I quietly whispered. I pushed on my clit hard, vibrating it fast. “Oh oh oh fuck!” I clenched my jaw and squished my eyes. My orgasm exploded and sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. I shook the bed as my muscles seized

  I slowly stopped touching myself as the pleasure subsided. The temptation for another orgasm was there but I didn't want to think of Lincoln anymore. I quickly pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them.

  My chest heaved up and down as I went over what just occurred. I'd never felt that way while masturbating. It was like Lincoln was really there going down on me. I sat up and checked myself in the mirror. My face was flush and my hair was a disaster. I combed out the knots and went to my nightstand drawer.

  “Damn,” I said out loud. I was out of chocolate again. It was my favorite thing to eat after touching myself.

  I went downstairs into the kitchen and found a bar of chocolate hidden in the back of the cupboard. My mom had told me long ago to hide any candy I bring home. She couldn't handle herself around that stuff and would just eat and eat.

  I pulled the foil wrapper away and took a bite. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned. The taste of the chocolate triggered the memory of my orgasm. I fumbled my way back to my room, thinking about Lincoln going down on me again. The weeks leading up the wedding were rough. I had touched myself every night to the fantasy of Lincoln. He hadn't even moved in yet and I couldn't bare to go one night without thinking about him.

  –

  After my mom and Lincoln came back from the honeymoon, Lincoln moved in with us. The temptation was too close now. It didn't help that Lincoln didn't wear a shirt most of the time.

  One morning, I was abruptly woken up by the sounds of a hammer. I checked my alarm clock and realized that it was two hours before I was supposed to wake up. I threw my pillow over my head and tried to fall back asleep. It was no use. The banging was too much for me.

  I went downstairs in my pajamas to find the source of all the noise. My mom was standing in the doorway to the garage, wearing a robe and sipping on a hot cup of coffee. I looked out at what she was watching and found Lincoln working in the garage.

  He was shirtless and wielding a hammer, hitting it against nails on some wood. I didn't know what he was building and I didn't really care. Lincoln's chest glistened with sweat. He stopped to wipe his forehead and then he started up again.

  “Now that's a man,” my mom said to me, still staring at Lincoln.

  “He sure is,” I replied without thinking.

  My mom threw an odd glance at me. I didn't pay any attention to her and kept watching Lincoln.

  Lincoln realized he had an audience. “Well how are you fine ladies doing this morning,” he said with a smirk.

  I blushed while my mom responded, “Doin just fine. Keep up the good work.”

  Lincoln nodded and went back to work. My mom closed the door and stopped the peepshow. She knew I was acting differently towards Lincoln but my mom was too confident to think she could lose a man to me.

  The next couple weeks passed and my feelings towards Lincoln were growing. He was everything I wanted in a man. My masturbation sessions went from once a day to twice a day. I couldn't get enough of him.

  While at the dinner table, I overheard their conversation. “Shirley invited us to a new club tonight. Can we go?”

  “Why don't you go out with your friends and I'll rest tonight. I had a helluva day today.”

  “Sure. If that's all right with you,” my mom said.

  “Of course, go have fun with your friends, you deserve it.”

  When my mom left for the night with friends, I didn't think being home alone with Lincoln was going to lead to anything.

  I was dead wrong

  –

  I stayed in my room most of the night actually doing homework this time. I had a huge paper on the American-Japanese relations after World War II due in just a couple days. It was the longest paper I ever had to write and I was only two pages in. I didn't see how I could possibly finish it in time.

  After a couple hours of work, I decided it was time for a treat. I went to my nightstand to find it empty again of chocolate. I had touched myself so much lately that I had already gone through my chocolate stash. I knew I had some more hidden downstairs so I left my room and went to the stairs.

  The door to my parents' bedroom was slightly ajar. I didn't think anything of it until I heard some grunting noises. I ran downstairs feeling grossed out that I heard them having sex. Then I remembered that my mom was going to be out late. I peeked out the window and my mom's car was gone. It couldn't be her in the room with Lincoln. I got a couple chocolate bars and made my way back upstairs.

  I stared at the slightly open door for what seemed like hours. I didn't know what to do. Should I peek and see who Lincoln is with?

  Before I made the decision, my feet were making it for me. I slowly sneaked across the carpet until I was inches away. The grunting noises were very loud now. As quiet as a mouse, I put
my eye up to the creak and peeked inside.

  The TV was one and he was watching a porn movie. There were two white chicks scissoring on a bed. I peered over to discover Lincoln by himself on the bed, jerking his massive shaft up and down. I instantly looked away. It was wrong to see my stepdad do that.

  Wasn't it?

  I couldn't help but look back and watch. I made sure to be super quiet so he wouldn't notice me at the door. I looked at him more closely, watching him bite his bottom lip as he stroked his cock. My jaw dropped to the floor when I examined his penis. It was so long and thick. Almost too thick. How could that thing ever fit inside me?