by Danielle Lux
Richard was lying on his back, eyes closed. His cock was soft now, but still amazingly big — much longer and thicker than Colin when he was fully erect.
I took his cock in my hands, feeling the weight of it. Richard was uncircumcised and now that he was soft the head had retreated back under his foreskin. I gripped his soft shaft and pulled the hood back, revealing the glans underneath. There was a globule of cum at the entrance to his urethra. I leant my head down and licked it off.
Richard, his eyes still closed, grunted in pleasure.
I pulled the foreskin back up, then down again, marvelling at how far the skin could stretch. I felt Richard start to grow in my hands. I pulled the foreskin back down again, then up, then down…
I looked up at Richard. He opened his green eyes sleepily. I took his soft cock in my mouth.
“Oh Alice!” He gasped.
Even soft I couldn't fit all of Richard in my mouth, but I tried my best. While soft, it was easier to push a good portion of his length down my esophagus, but he was getting bigger by the second.
I pulled his slowly growing meat out of my mouth. He was still just soft enough for me to pull his foreskin up to cover the head of his dick, but then I felt him widen in my hand. I brought my other hand up to steady the shaft, as I could barely get my fingers around half of it.
The head of his cock rose from his foreskin as he neared his full size. I tried to pull the skin up again, but it could no longer contain him.
This is it, I thought to myself, this will be the last time you ever see him. Give him something to remember you by.
I looked Richard dead in the eyes. He was fully awake now, and looking down at me hungrily.
“Richard,” I said, “I'm going to deep throat you now.”
Richard chuckled.
“I appreciate the thought, Alice,” he grinned, “But it’s ok.”
“No,” I said, “I’m going to take every fucking inch of that thing down my gullet or die trying.”
“Do you know how many girls have tried? I don't want to sound big headed,” he said, sounding big headed, “but I had a one night stand with a porn star last year, and even she couldn't manage the final inch. I've come to terms with it — I'm never going to be deep throated.”
I sat up and crawled between his legs, grabbing his monster with both hands. Half of his dick was showing still. He was so long. So long and so fat. It was almost comical.
I started to take deep breaths through my nose, preparing myself. In… out… in… out…
You can do this, I told myself. Richard may fuck a million more girls after this, bit if you do this, he’ll never forget you.
“Alice, come on, you'll never -”
I closed my eyes and sunk my mouth down his shaft.
Richard gasped, his body twitching.
My eyes still closed, I pushed my mouth further down. I thought that if I kept my eyes closed, I wouldn't be so intimidated. A bit like riding on a rollercoaster: keep your eyes shut and it'll be less scary.
My jaw was stretching to its limits to accommodate his mammoth girth. I breathed through my nose: in… out… in… out… My mouth was stuffed full: that was the only air I was going to get.
Slowly, slowly, I pushed more of Richard down my throat. Out of sheer morbid curiosity I put my hand to my windpipe and felt him bulging through.
I felt my gag reflex start to kick in, so I stopped a moment, breathing in… then out…
Once I'd calmed down, I pushed further. Maybe I was imaging things, but I swear his dick had passed my throat and entered my chest.
I must be almost there, I thought, he must be almost out of dick.
I reached a hand up to see how much shaft was left. There must be something wrong, I thought, there's… there's too much left.
I opened my eyes. I would have screamed — if my throat hadn't been packed full of cock meat.
There was still over a hand’s length of cock left!
The amount left was longer than Colin’s entire dick. It was longer than most of the dicks I'd ever seen.
Colin grinned at me, as cocky as ever.
“Told you,” he said. “But hey, you've done a great job — most girls can't even get halfway.”
Fuck you, you cocky bastard, I thought, I'm not done yet.
I was no good with guessing sizes, but I estimated there was about five or six inches of Richard left. My throat was already straining from his beer-can thickness and the head of his shaft felt dangerously deep. How much dick can the human throat take? I wondered. But fuck it, I was going to do this. For the rest of his life Richard would remember the girl who deepthroated his monster dong.
I took a deep nose-breath and slowly moved my head forward. I felt Richard’s shaft slide a little further down my throat and my eyes began to water. Richard groaned loudly in pleasure.
But then disaster struck: I could feel spit gathering in my throat and I started to gag. I couldn't swallow it — Richard’s cock was lodged too far down — and his girth meant that the spit had no way of escaping my lips — my mouth was already stretched to its limits.
I realised I had no choice — I had to open my mouth wider to let the spit out, or i was going to have to pull myself off Richard’s dick again, before I puked. Well at least he'd always remember you then, I thought bitterly. The girl who chucked up on his dick.
I steadied the dick with one hand — yes, I could still just about fit an entire hand around his remaining length — and with the other one I used my little finger to try and prise a gap between my lips and his shaft.
“What are you doing?” Richard asked, but he was enjoying himself too much to pay much attention, his head arched back, his muscular chest heaving slowly up and down.
Finally I managed to get my finger in. My lips were in agony and my mouth felt like it was going to tear open at the sides, but I'd made a gap. The spit ran down Richard’s shaft like a river, and I no longer felt like gagging.
I pulled my finger out and my lips snapped back onto Richard’s dick like elastic. I used a hand to spread the trail of spit around the whole circumference of his dick. I looked down — it wasn’t going to be easy, but my final descent was lubed up now, which would hopefully make things easier.
Bizarrely I thought of Colin then. Of how effortlessly I could sink his few inches into my mouth. There was some sick little voice inside my head saying that it was a shame he wasn't here, to see what a real man’s dick was like.
Christ, I thought, I'm turning into Richard.
I edged my lips down his pole, taking it slow and remembering to breathe. It was slow going, but I was making good progress. Richard was certainly enjoying it, anyway.
“Oh god Alice,” he groaned, “No one's ever taken it this deep before!”
I'm going to do this! I thought, feeling stupidly happy. I'm actually going to do this!
Then my eyes widened in horror as Richard put his huge hands on the back of my head.
No, please! I thought, I'm not ready! I'm not ready!
“Oh fuck yes!” Richard grunted as he pushed my head down. I tried to pull my head back, but he was too strong. Tears were flowing down my cheeks now, and streams of mucus washed from my nostrils.
My gag reflex was working overtime, but Richard’s cock was so far down my throat that I couldn’t even throw up.
“Nearly there,” he gasped, “you're so close!”
He pushed me with all his strength. I was so near to the base of his cock now: less than an inch away. His pubic hair — drenched with my saliva — was brushing my nose.
I stopped trying to push my head back and let Richard push me forward. I felt his cock head widening the deepest recesses of my throat. The last of his cock was disappearing into my mouth…
Richard gave a final shove and my lips reached his pelvis. Finally — amazingly — I was deepthroating his gargantuan cock!
I looked up at Richard, who was grinning — not arrogantly this time, but from pleasure.
“Oh my god…” he painted, “you did it. You actually did it.”
If my mouth wasn't stuffed full of monster cock I would have smiled back at him. It was insane, but I was so proud of myself. He’ll always remember you now.
I felt Richard spasm. His face tense up — he was about to cum again.
“No…” he grunted, “Not yet…”
He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back, sliding his python out of my throat with one swift move.
I gasped, a torrent of saliva flowed from my mouth as his cock left my lips.
I put my hand to my mouth and throat to check there was no permanent damage. I don't know what I expected to find, but all seemed normal. I wiped the spit from my chin with the back of my hand.
Richard slid off the bed and stood up. His magnificent staff, covered in my spit, was still at full mast.
“See…” I told him, smiling, “I told you I could… wait! What are you doing?”
Richard lifted me up. With a huge hand under each thigh he lowered me onto his pole.
“Oh god that's big,” I said stupidly as his saliva-lubed helmet slid into my pussy. I wrapped my legs round him.
He lowered me down until his entire shaft was inside me. My pussy was still sore from the previous fucking, but even though it hurt a bit to have his monster girth back inside me, it felt so good.
Then he started to pound me standing up.
BAM BAM BAM
Using his incredible strength his lifted me off and onto his cock again and again.
BAM BAM BAM
“Oh fuck!” I roared, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He was giving my cunt the hammering of its life. I was screaming and yelling and digging my nails into his back.
“Fuck me Richard! Keep fucking me forever, you big dick fuck!”
It was heaven. I'd never felt anything like this.
I looked into his beautiful face. He was covered in sweat, his hair a mess, but he was still the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
We kissed, deep and passionate as he continued to pound me. Our tongues wrapped around each other, sloppy and wet. We pulled apart and there was a trail of saliva connecting our lips.
I felt a swelling down below. My head shot back as I came, the orgasm flooding my body with pleasure. Then, without warning, I came again, scratching Richard’s back with my fingernails. Finally I felt my vaginal muscles clamp tightly round Richard’s cock as I came a final time. Three times in a row!
The extra squeeze from my pussy was all Richard needed. He roared like a beast and emptied his enormous balls inside me. I reached down and gave each of his colossal mangos a squeeze — to make sure I got every last drop this time. I didn’t think my pussy or my mouth could take anymore — and I wasn't going to let that enormous thing near any other holes!
Richard fired jet after jet of warm batter into my belly.
Finally, when his balls were empty at last, he carried me back to the bed. He lifted me off his softening mast and laid me gently down, before lying next to me.
He ran his fingers through my hair, looking at me with those breathtaking emerald eyes.
“Thank you,” he said.
I just smiled and kissed him. I could feel his warm seed flowing out of me between my legs.
The wedding went as planned the next day. My bridesmaids wondered why I looked so tired, having gone to bed so early, but I just told them I'd had trouble sleeping, being so excited and all.
It was an amazing day. Colin looked very handsome in his suit and we all danced well into the night.
Colin couldn't get an erection on the wedding night — he apologised profusely and blamed the alcohol — but that was ok, as we’d had such a great day anyway.
Six months later I've kept my promise to myself: I've been faithful to Colin and haven't contacted Richard at all. In the weeks after the wedding he'd messaged me a few times, but I hadn't replied and he eventually gave up.
Now, as I sit outside a coffee shop on a bright and beautiful Sunday morning, I couldn't be happier. Colin is reading the paper, complaining about the government between sips of latte, and I'm reading a novel.
I feel a sharp kick inside me, and put my hand down to rub my heavily pregnant belly. The doctors tell me that he's growing at a remarkable rate.
“Is he giving you hassle again?” Colin asks, looking up from his paper. “He's going to be a real terror, that one.”
Yes, I think to myself as I smile back at Colin. Just like his father.
Breeding Time
“Oh Jack, you're so big!”
It was Saturday morning and, as usual, I had my dick inside of some slut, giving her the best sex of her life.
“Am I bigger than your boyfriend?” I asked Jessica as I pounded her pussy from behind. “Bigger than Simon?”
“So much bigger! You're huge!”
“I want to hear you say it. Say I'm bigger than Simon.”
“You're bigger than Simon! You're so much bigger!”
I grinned. Job done.
Still fucking Jessica doggy style, I turned to my laptop webcam and gave a thumbs up. Thanks to a bit of black tape over the recording light, Jessica had no idea that her big flopping tits were being streamed live around the world.
Jessica’s boyfriend, Simon, had humiliated me last week at soccer practice, so this was my way of getting revenge. A bit petty, I know, but when I saw Jessica at a bar on Friday night, I thought I might as well give it a try.
Thankfully Jessica didn't need much persuasion to cheat on her loving boyfriend.
“Is it true that you've got a massive cock?” she'd asked me drunkenly, as I chatted her up at the bar. “Stacey Donovan said you had the biggest she’d ever seen.”
Twenty minutes later we were back at my dorm room and I was ruining her pussy.
Jessica was a bit on the chubby side and didn't have the best face, but I didn't care. Whether Simon was watching me fuck his girlfriend live, or if someone would show him later, I'd utterly humiliated him. Revenge, as some clever guy once said, is a dish best served cold.
I didn't fancy cumming into the condom, so I pulled out and got Jessica to squat below me with her mouth open.
Because I'm an evil dick, I decided not to aim for her tongue, and moved my cock at the last minute so I shot into her left eye.
“Ow!” Jessica moaned, “My eye! You came in my eye!”
Foolishly, she didn't move out of the way in time — so I shot a second blast of cum into her other eye.
“Owwww! You fucking fuck!”
My balls now empty, I lay on the bed with a satisfied sigh.
Jessica looked at me furiously, her eyes red from my semen.
“I've actually got a lot on,” I said, grabbing the tv remote from my bedside table. “Do you mind showing yourself out?”
“How dare you —” Jessica began. But now my nuts were drained, I wasn't in the mood to listen to her shit.
“Press the spacebar on my laptop,” I told her. She looked confused, but then did as I asked.
The screen turned on. Her jaw dropped as she saw her own ugly face looking back at her.
“I've been live streaming for the past forty minutes. So if you want to salvage your relationship with little-dick Simon, you'd better hurry up. He's probably seen the whole thing.”
“You — you bastard!”
Jessica ran out of the room crying.
I turned on the TV and started to watch some sport.
However, the life of a stud is nothing if not eventful. No sooner had I started to enjoy the game highlights when my phone rang.
Abigail mlf the screen said. It took me a second to realise that mlf was probably me writing “milf” while drunk, then I remembered who Abigail was. She was some married older woman — late thirties probably — who I'd had a one night stand with a couple of years ago. She'd tried to ring me a few times since, but I kept ignoring her calls as I had a few other milfs on the go at the time — so her services we
ren't required.
However, recently my milf supply had dried up. Barbara decided she wanted to stay faithful to her husband from now on, after he caught her choking on my dick and almost divorced her, and Mary had moved to Australia- so all I got from her was the occasional boob pic.
With a position vacant, Abigail’s luck was in. I picked up the phone.
“Hey gorgeous,” I said, laying on the charm. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I need to see you. Can you come to mine?”
I jumped in the shower to wash the smell of Jessica off my dick, then was driving out of the university car park in my car, on my way to the second shag of the day. I was meant to have lectures, but this was far more important.
I'd forgotten what an amazing place Abigail had. I parked down the road — as she'd requested — then walked down the row of mega-money townhouses until I reached hers. I rang the doorbell, my dick already starting to get hard in anticipation.
Abigail opened the door. She was even more milftastic than I remembered. She was tall — the same height as me in heels, and I’m pretty tall — with massive juicy sweater puppies, thick red lips and long red hair.
“Right,” I said, starting to open my fly, “let's get to it!”
“Stop!” Abigail said. “I need to talk to you first.”
“O-k,” I said.
She led me into the kitchen where — holy fuck! — there was a little kid running around.
“Um… what's going on?” I asked. But then my blood went cold as I saw the little tyke’s face. He was the spitting image of yours truly. He was even, I realised, stabbing the walls with a fork, the same way I had as a kid.
Broken crockery littered the floor and there was crayon all over the expensive walls. He was my kid alright, and I was getting the fuck out of there.
“Well, it was nice to catch up,” I said to Abigail, turning for the door. But she grabbed my arm.
“Wait! It's not what you think. I don't want child support or anything like that. Look at this house. My husband is almost on a seven-figure salary.”
“And he doesn't mind fitting the bill for my kid?”