He said, she said: the earth moved

[Someguy410]

Part 1

I saw her again in the elevator today. We always seem to get home at the same time. And she was more stunning than ever. Her eyes, so big and brown. Her smile, just heart-stoppingly captivating. Her hair, so long and full. Could she be a model? She certainly had the height for it. It being February in San Francisco, I’d yet to see her without a coat on, but I imagined her long body was slim. I was looking forward to spring to find out for sure. But given how tongue-tied I was around her, what made me think I’d be bolder then? I’ve never been shy around women, but then I’d never been around a woman like her. After the elevator ride, we walked down the hall and around the corner to our apartments, as usual. My god, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid my eyes on was just a few feet across the hall! Why couldn’t I act on it?

I almost spoke with him in the elevator today. We always seem to get home at the same time. What a hunk this guy is. Kind eyes, square jaw, and thank God taller than me. Being taller than all the guys at work is really getting old. Why won’t he speak with me? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he gay? Nothing on his Facebook page gives me a clue. I’ve certainly never been a shrinking violet – quite the opposite, in fact – so what is it about this guy that has me tied up in knots? I really should just break the ice, but we’ve ridden together so many times, it almost feels more awkward. After my break-up with Steve, I moved to San Francisco to increase my dating pool. Now this gorgeous guy is just feet outside my door. Why am I so shy?

Sophie’s Facebook page showed “no relationship details.” I checked again while I microwaved my burrito. She had no photos with guys on her page, but then she only had three photos total. One showed her clowning around under the covers with her sister. The other two just showed her gorgeous face. I could stare at them for hours. I shifted myself in my pants for comfort, but soon that was not enough, and I unzipped my fly so I’d have room to grow. When I was in college, my friends referred to me as “The Shower,” because the bulge in my pants was always very obvious. What they didn’t know was that, yes, I’m a shower, but I’m also a grower. And I couldn’t help it – right now, these pictures of Sophie were making me grow absolutely huge. Being so extremely well-endowed is not everything people think. Sure, some girls go crazy for it. But I’ve also had many girls outright refuse sex when they saw me at full size, and for some more ambitious lovers, I’ve caused discomfort or pain. Even so, my dick is so giant and sensitive, I wouldn’t give up even a fraction of an inch. Fully erect, it felt like a baseball bat in my hand, and I ran my fingers along my amazing length, wondering how Sophie would react if I unzipped in front of her.

As I hung up my coat, I thought to myself that I should have just unzipped in front of Greg, letting him see what I’m hiding in my top. But I didn’t want that to be what makes him notice me. Sometimes, it feels like my huge boobs are all people notice about me all day long. Even so, my breasts are so giant and sensitive, I wouldn’t give up an inch. I looked at myself in the mirror, my firm, round boobs completely filling the cups of my oversized bra. My nipples hardened at the sight, and I gently ran my fingers around the contours of my breasts, wondering how Greg would respond if he saw what I was packing.

The microwave beeped, but the burrito was going to have to wait. My cock was super-hard and was starting to ooze pre-come, which I spread over my swollen head. The computer went to sleep, and in the reflection on the black screen, I got a glance of my size from a different angle. It felt amazing being so huge. I know guys with small dicks feel good when they jerk off, too, but how could it possibly feel as good as it feels to me, when I have so many more inches to pleasure? It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the online statistics I read. Is it really possible the average guy is about half my length? And let’s not even get into girth! I’ve never yet had a lover who didn’t confirm that I dwarfed every other guy they’ve had. Okay, it hasn’t made for the amazing sex life porn would suggest, but at that moment, it sure as hell felt beyond amazing in my hands. I hit the keyboard with the tip of my erection so the computer would wake up and Sophie’s face would continue to inspire me. I hadn’t meant to get a glob of pre-come on the keys, but I would deal with that later. Right now, I was imagining that Sophie’s smile was prompted by seeing the massive erection she’d inspired.

Was it pathetic that I was staring at myself in the mirror, fondling my own gigantic boobs in my bra? It felt so good, I couldn’t stop. Every time I get annoyed by these things – the stares, the comments, the difficulty finding clothes – I should think about this moment right now. I remember shopping for this very bra, and the girl at Victoria’s Secret exclaiming “Wow! Those are fun!” I was so furious when she said that, but right now, I had to admit she was right – they are fun. I was getting myself so hot, I kept my left hand on my tits and with my right hand I fumbled through my drawer in search of my vibrator.

I couldn’t believe how stiff my cock was. I’ll admit it – I get off on measuring my size. Even when I feel I’m fully hard, there are definitely days when fully hard is fuller than others, and today I felt absolutely massive. I kept stroking my erection with my left hand while with my right hand, I fumbled through the kitchen drawer in search of my ruler. I felt like I could really give it a run for its money today.

I managed to find my vibrator in the drawer. I reached into my skirt. I was so wet and warm down there. I took a seat on the couch and slid my skirt down. I explored myself with my fingers, starting to shudder with pleasure. That’s when I flipped the vibrator on – and everything started to shake.

I was just bringing the puny ruler next to my mighty cock when I started to shake. I nearly lost my footing. I dropped the ruler and quickly realized everything in my apartment was shaking. Earthquake!

I was briefly aware of my boobs bouncing in my bra before it dawned on me that I was experiencing my first earthquake! I dropped the vibrator and leapt to my feet only to dodge a stack of books that seemed to fly out of a bookshelf. Holy shit! I turned to see a framed poster fall down off the wall, and dishes tumbling out of a cabinet. In a complete panic, my instinct told me to get out of there. So I ran outside into the hallway.

My erection shrunk quickly as my laptop smashed to the ground. I spun around and saw everything flying off my shelves. I’d read what you were supposed to do in this situation - duck under a desk or a table. But at that moment, I forgot it all. My gut told me to get the hell out of the apartment. And so I did.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I made it out of my apartment. The hallway chandelier was swaying. And then, there he was – Greg, running out of his apartment, in his business shirt and boxers. Our eyes met as I heard his door shut behind him.

There she was, Sophie, in her skirt and bra. She instinctively covered her chest with her arm as she saw me emerge from my apartment, though it was immediately apparent her arm could do very little to cover what she had up top, especially as the world continued to bounce around us. I registered that and turned away – even with the entire city shaking, my instinct was to be polite.

And then, finally, the shaking stopped. Thank God. “That was something,” I said.

“That was something awful,” I told her. I glanced back toward her, being friendly but mindful to be respectful of her state of undress. Even with my heart still pounding from what I’d just experienced, I really wanted to get a better look at the extremely impressive rack that she’d been hiding this whole time. Even out of my peripheral vision, I could tell they were spectacular. My dick grew slightly in my boxers, which gave me another reason to turn away from her.

Well, now my secret was out. He was trying to be a gentleman, but there was no missing these boobs. I glanced down as he turned away and saw his erection pushing against his boxers. Not his fault. That’s just what happens. I turned to go back into my apartment. I jiggled the doorknob. Locked!

Locked! I was locked out of my apartment! “Whoops,” I said. “Yeah,” she replied. "Me too."

 

[suckmachine]

Great job, I wish he was my neighbor!

 

[Someguy410]

Part 2

We turned back to each other. I tried to pretend her enormous breasts in her lacy black bra were no big deal, like I didn’t even notice them. I wasn’t just being gentlemanly; I was only a little bit hard and I was already in danger of growing out of my boxers. So I did my best to look her straight in the eye, which only helped a little. God, she was gorgeous! I said to her “You can have my shirt, if you want.”

He began to unbutton his business shirt. It was a very chivalrous gesture, and I appreciated it. I also appreciated how muscular his chest was as he unbuttoned. But even so, his chest was no match for my chest, and I was not at all confident his slim-fit shirt would contain me. “Thank you,” I said, doing my best to look him straight in the eye and not glance down at the bulge in his underwear.

I caught Sophie furtively glancing downward. She probably thought I was erect already. I handed her my shirt, figuring the sooner she covered up, the better.

Just as I feared. I could button the bottom buttons across my stomach, but once I got to the bottom of my bra, I couldn’t even come close. These boobs of mine were way too big. Should I acknowledge it? How could I avoid it? We were trapped in the hallway until we could get the building manager to let us back into our apartments. I don’t think Greg was planning on going down to the lobby in only his boxers, and I certainly could not run down in my state. So there I was, in his wildly insufficient men’s shirt, my breasts protruding out, revealing the sort of cleavage you generally don’t see outside of comic books.

“I guess we don’t wear the same size shirt,” Sophia said. “And we may be here a while. I don’t think we’re going to be able to avoid looking at each other much longer.” I turned toward her to see her gigantic breasts spilling out of my shirt, which was wildly insufficient to contain her. My dick started to stretch. I slid my boxers sideways so it didn’t emerge from the fly, but that was only a temporary fix. At my size, it wouldn’t take long for me to grow down past the leg hole. I’ve had girlfriends who found that visual their favorite part of foreplay. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “You were trying to be polite. I have to get almost everything tailored to contain these things.” He took a breath. “Yeah,” he said, “but I’m also sorry that I’m about to expose myself even more than you are.”

I couldn’t believe I’d said that, but I didn’t know what else to say. There was nowhere to go, no stopping my erection, and certainly no hiding it.

I glanced down. His bulge was growing in his boxers. He definitely had a big one. I wondered if it could be as big as Steve’s. As much as I didn’t miss Steve, I’d realized after my last couple of lovers that I did miss his size. I know, I know, a girl isn’t supposed to say size matters. But after some very ho-hum sex, I was starting to realize that, at least for a girl as large as I am, it mattered to me.

I could feel my cock-head sliding down against the fabric of my boxers. I was quickly running out of time to make something of this. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you for weeks, Sophie,” I blurted. She looked at me, surprised. “You know my name?” I felt like an idiot!

I realized I’d made him feel like an idiot. I had to save it. “I know your name too, Greg.” He smiled. Then I glanced down. Was that the head of his penis emerging from his shorts? It was! I immediately realized – this guy might actually be bigger than Steve!

She broke out into a crooked grin as she saw the head of my penis emerging from my shorts. Good – she was interested. But little did she know how much growing I still had left to do. “I’m sorry,” I said. “It sort of has a mind of its own.” Her sexy smile as she watched me grow told me she was definitely not offended. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” she assured me. “You’re a very lucky man.”

I could hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth. Maybe it was a by-product of the adrenaline rush from my first earthquake. Maybe it was that my spectacular jugs were on full display. Maybe it was that the guy I’d had such unrequited lust for had an erection that was already bigger than Steve’s and it was still growing. Whatever it was, I seemed to have no filter. And Greg was taking his cues from me. “I think there’s plenty of luck to go around,” he said. I smiled and replied “There’s plenty of everything to go around.”

I slid my boxers sideways again so the fabric of the leg would stop futilely trying to hold back my stiffening cock. Finally, my massive hard-on stretched to its full size. Sophie moved her lips to say “Wow,” but no sound came out.

I couldn’t even speak. I had never seen anything like what I was looking at now. Since senior prom, I’ve seen my share of penises. Probably more than my share. My looks have always given me my pick of guys, and I enjoy sex as much as the next girl. Maybe as much as the next three girls combined, to be completely honest. But if I hadn’t watched this thing grow right in front of me, I would have thought it had to be fake. I’d never thought of penises as being good-looking before, but this one was beautiful, perfect, incredibly stiff, and absolutely magnificently huge.

She looked straight into my eyes – she was very nearly my height – and her mouth curled up in a devilishly sexy smile. “I never thought I’d meet a man who could give my endowments a run for their money,” she said. And with that, she stepped closer to me, pressing those incredible breasts into me and wrapping her long fingers around my absolutely massive cock. “Does this feel good?” she asked. (It did. Very.)

Why did it feel so good to fondle his giant dick? I don’t know, but it did. It was so hard, so huge, and somehow every bump on it made my fingers feel alive. If it felt so good against my fingertips, how would it feel against my clit?

What was it about her giant breasts that made it feel so good to caress them? I couldn’t believe how big they were, round and heavy and perfect, and her nipples responded to my touch by hardening and clearly becoming more sensitive. But while I played with them, I stared into her gorgeous face. Ten minutes ago, just a photo of that face was enough to make me hard. Now, that face was just inches from mine, looking even more impossibly gorgeous, emitting tiny gasps of pleasure as I gently tweaked her nipples.

Just inches from my face, Greg looked even hotter than I’d ever seen him. I can’t say I’ve always loved being so tall, but right now, I wouldn’t trade being nearly his height for the world. I could feel his breath against my face, and as we continued to make out, our lips were magnetically drawn to each other’s.

As our lips touched, I felt an electric energy I hadn’t felt since the first time I kissed a girl. Not that that girl was anything like Sophie. That girl was a foot shorter than me, a skinny little thing. But that rush of excitement came back to me as Sophie and I probed each other with our mouths.

I don’t know that I’d felt so voracious since the my first make-out session with a boy. He was at least half a foot shorter than me, and he had no idea what to do with my gigantic tits, but as a towering high school girl (it wasn’t until college that guys appreciated my height), I was just excited to have a boy touching me. As clumsy as that first time was, it had a sense of raw sensuality, the excitement of the unknown, and I felt that again now. I barely knew this guy, but here we were, mostly naked in our hallway, basking in our amazing size, losing ourselves to desire.

 

[millionman]

SG, Wow! Really looking forward to you continuing the story.

 

[Someguy410]

Part 3

I tore open her shirt – my shirt – and unhooked her bra. Incredibly, her huge breasts barely sank without the support of it. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body against hers.

My nipples shivered as he pressed his muscular chest against them. We seemed to have been built for each other. The air between us was thick with desire. I was still stunned by the size of the dick in my hands. I have big hands, but this thing was so fat my fingers barely touched around it. It turned me on so much to realize Greg walked around all day with this monster in his pants.

I was astonished by the size of her breasts. Each one was so big, so perfect. Even my big hands couldn’t really contain them. The thought of Sophie walking around all day with these in her shirt made my dick even harder.

It seemed impossible, but it felt like his erection grew even bigger in my hands, got even harder. I smiled at him and slid down the wall until my boobs were level with his cock. Then I hoisted my gigantic breasts and surrounded his dick in my tit-flesh. All guys wanted to do this with me, but I rarely indulged them – what was in it for me? But I was still trying to fathom the size of Greg’s manhood, and swallowing it in my cleavage seemed like a good way to do that. Incredibly, he was so huge, I could lick his head while his shaft was within my flesh. Soon, he started to drip with pre-come, and it provided the perfect lubrication for me to slide his giant pole back and forth through my cleavage. The more I slid, the wetter he got, oozing more pre-come than any other guy I’d known. (At this point, I wasn’t surprised – his dick seemed super-human.) Usually, I would find this gross, but right now, the raw carnality of it just made me hotter.

I’d never been with a girl who could titfuck my monster, and the feeling was incredible. I’ve been told I produce a lot more pre-come than most guys – more than one girlfriend has suggested that’s evolution at work, as a tool this gigantic needs to provide a lot of lubrication – but I don’t think even I had ever been this wet. Sophie looked up at me, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, her face trembling with unstoppable libido.

I felt unstoppable. I’d alway been self-conscious about my size, but now my towering height and gigantic breasts made me feel powerful, dominant. I was so consumed with sexual longing for this hunky, gorgeous, magnificently well-hung man that it took me a moment to register that our neighbors Pat and Lisa from the other side of the hall had rounded the corner and were looking right at us.

I noticed Sophie suddenly distracted, and I followed her gaze to see our neighbors from the other side of the hall. They seemed stunned by what they were seeing, and it was hard to blame them. There was Sophie, topless, her breasts heaving and gigantic and coated in my fluid. And there I was, with an erection so huge I could wrap two hands around it and what remained was still likely as big as Pat’s. There was no hiding at this point, but honestly, I kind of enjoyed it. Maybe it was time to stop acting like being massive was no big deal. Maybe it was time to let these people know they were in the presence of a sex god.

I laughed without meaning to. Maybe it was because I’d always been so careful not to flaunt my outrageous chest. I can’t imagine Lisa even wore a B-cup. But why should I hide? I didn’t ask to grow boobs so big they make Victoria’s Secret models look pre-pubescent. Why should I be embarrassed to be a sex goddess?

Pat and Lisa stared, dumbfounded. “Are you looking for something?” I asked, turning toward them, my gigantic erection remaining achingly stiff as it pointed to them. What must they be thinking, seeing that the guy they’d made small talk with at the mailboxes and in the elevator had a dick that would intimidate porn stars? “Okay, you’re okay, good, good,” Pat blurted, and they made a quick exit. I turned back to Sophie, who was breathing heavily, her eyes wide with lust. She smiled and stood up, those lustful eyes rising nearly to mine. She was up to something.

I couldn’t spend another minute in the hall with this stud. I needed him all over my body. This called for extreme measures. Luckily, I’m an extreme girl. In college, after reading about a rash of sexual assaults on campus, I got into pilates in a pretty major way. The result is, I’m not just very big – I’m extremely strong. So strong, in fact, that I turned to my locked door, lifted my long leg, and with a single kick, splintered the doorframe that held the deadbolt. My door swung open.

Holy shit she was strong! The door gave way and we hurried inside. I shut the door behind us and moved a chair next to it to keep it closed. When I turned back around, I saw Sophie sliding her skirt down to the floor. Her body was so big and completely flawless – long, shapely legs, round ass, flat stomach, heaving breasts – but what was sexiest about her at this moment was how she was looking at me, yearning but confident, her fierce libido unleashed.

I’d never felt so overwhelmingly horny. Nothing else mattered but that my lust for this man be sated. I realized that I’d never before really considered any man to be my sexual equal. Steve had come the closest. I was always stronger, more ambitious, more energetic, and better equipped. But there Greg stood, gorgeous, strapping, with a raging hard-on so gloriously huge, I couldn’t imagine they made a condom that could contain it.

For the first time, I felt I was with my sexual equal. When I was a college freshman, a senior girl who was something of an expert told me I was undoubtedly the biggest man on campus, and ever since then, I always had the attitude that the girls I fucked were lucky to have me. But there Sophie stood, stunning, abundant, and more than ready to take me on.

I stepped toward him, starving for his touch. He leaned forward and kissed my lips gently, then moved his lips across my cheek and down my neck. He walked around behind me, his lips never leaving my skin, his gigantic penis sliding across my stomach. How could something so incredibly big be so incredibly hard? He gently brushed my hair aside as he continued to nuzzle my neck, reaching around my body and taking my enormous breasts in his sturdy hands. His swollen shaft nestled into the crack of my shapely ass, and I could feel the head of it bumping against me halfway up my back. His lifting my weighty boobs made me feel light, and I gyrated slowly, relishing the feeling of controlling his massive pole as it windshield-wipered back and forth across my back.

She had complete control over my bloated dick, swaying back and forth and teasing me with a mastery over my pleasure I’d never experienced before. I’d never felt breasts this big before, and as she thrust her torso forward and backward, I felt like my hands had to work very hard just to hold them back. I made circles around her nipples with my fingers, and from the sounds she was making, she liked that a lot.

He was driving me crazy, teasing my nipples and making my huge jugs tremble with pleasure. The lust I felt was absolute, indomitable. He was making my body feel things it had never felt before, and we were just getting started. I turned around and pressed my lips against his. It was like he was my oxygen, my body needed him so desperately.

Her lips teased mine, her tongue explored my mouth. Meanwhile, her hand traveled down to my massive boner, her fingers eagerly exploring every inch of it. I moved my own fingers down to her pussy, which was incredibly wet and welcoming. Her long body writhed as I gently slipped a finger inside her. She shut her eyes and wrapped her other hand around my dick. I found that girls often needed both hands to fully comprehend just how huge I was. She moaned. “Mmmmmmm. You really won the genetic lottery, didn’t you?”

“Me?” he replied, gasping for breath, taking his finger out of me and fondling my boobs with my own juices. “It’s like you hit the jackpot and just kept winning!” And it was true, of course. Back home last month, I was out with six of my girlfriends in a dress that showed just a little cleavage, and my oldest friend Melinda said “Did you really have to flaunt that you outboob all of us combined?” (It didn’t help that she’d stopped growing in sixth grade and I kept on until tenth, and now my cleavage was exactly at her eye level.) I hated my huge boobs at that moment, but at this moment, I couldn’t have loved them more. I was much more of everything than Melinda – longer legs, bigger boobs, stronger, more beautiful, and now I had an erection in my hands that defied belief. Poor Melinda. Lucky, lucky me.

 

[justbigenuff]

OMG, Someguy410, this is HAWT! Hope you continue.

 

[4357]

Very hot story, Someguy!
Please continue...
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[fireman1294]

HOLY FUCK man! I made the mistake of reading this at work and now I'm stuck at my desk and can't get up

 

[Someguy410]

Part IV

“It’s time to come inside,” she said, and the double-meaning was obvious. She smiled as she wrapped her fingers around the head of my cock and led me to her bedroom by it. As we walked, she kicked aside something on the floor, announcing “Won’t be needing this puny thing.” As it spun into the corner, I saw it was a vibrator, and I had several inches on it.

I was gentle but firm with his magnificent penis as I tugged him to my bedroom by it. This was a new me, a bold me, a me unafraid to use my tremendous assets to get what I wanted. And right now, what I wanted was to fuck this man’s brains out, to experience the mind-blowing pleasure I knew I deserved. When we reached my bedroom, I turned toward Greg, effortlessly pinned him against the wall, and began to ravish him. My strength turned me on – I was powerful, and I wasn’t going to hide it anymore.

Jesus, she was formidable. No girl I’d been with had ever been so physically powerful. She interlocked her fingers with mine as she pinned my hands against the wall, mashing her giant tits against me as we locked lips. I had the feeling she wanted me to push back, but for a moment, I wasn’t sure I even could. I’m certainly no pushover, but overpowering Sophie was daunting. Finally, I counted to three and pushed against her with all my strength. We fell onto the bed together.

Good, he was strong. That made me even hotter for him. I smiled up at him as he lay on top of me. “You work out,” I said. “I like a man who can conquer me. It’s rare.”

“I believe it,” I told her. “But I’m a take-charge kind of guy.” I lowered my face into her enormous right breast and took her swollen nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth as I sucked as much as I could into my mouth. She gasped — it was apparent that her breasts were as sensitive as they were huge. “They say more than a mouthful is a waste,” she said. “Which means I am very, very wasteful.” “Very very,” I replied as I moved to her left breast. She began to writhe on the bed in response. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me off her and got on top. She slid down my body and hovered above my crotch. “Clearly, you also know a thing or two about being more than a mouthful,” she said.

I ran my tongue along the underside of his tree trunk of an erection, then swirled it around the head. I opened wide and took as much of his beautiful man-meat as I could into my mouth, but I couldn’t get very far. It was just so huge! My mouth was no match for it, but my tits were, and so I lifted them up and around his massive shaft. I know a lot of girls hate titfucking, but in the state of arousal I was in, it really turned me on.

As she wrapped her flesh around it, my dick felt so hard it was almost painful. But her gorgeous smile as she slid her bounty up and down on top of me, tweaking her own nipples and moaning with pleasure, was too much for me. In an instant, I realized I’d passed the point of no return. My gigantic hard-on started to tremble, and with an intensity I’d never felt before, I started to shoot my load into Sophie’s cleavage.

I felt his gigantic hard-on quiver, and suddenly I felt his warm goo filling up my cleavage. As with everything else, he didn’t do anything small. I couldn’t believe how much jizz he was shooting onto me, and though it was a little gross, it made me excited that I had made him come so much. I kept massaging his throbbing cock with my breasts, trying to coax as much of his seed out of him as I possibly could. “Keep going,” I encouraged him as he continued to throb. “So much come. So much come.”

It just went on and on, shooting load after load. It was like I couldn’t stop, and she did everything she could to encourage it. Finally, my spasms became trickles. She smiled at me. “Your poor mother,” she giggled as I slid my long dick out of her cleavage. “The way you come, when you were a teenager, she must have had to buy a whole box of Kleenex for every time you jerked off!”

“I do make a mess,” Greg replied. “But my mother always taught me to clean up my messes.” He stood up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a hand towel. “Now let me get close so I make sure I don’t miss anything,” he said with a grin. He lowered his face to my right boob and started to wipe his load out of my cleavage, taking advantage of the moment to tease my nipple with his tongue. Then he did the same with my left boob, my towel now shiny after sopping up his goo. “Now let me make sure I didn’t miss any,” he teased, lifting each of my gigantic breasts with his hands. He kneaded them in his strong fingers, and I felt like literal putty in his hands as pleasure shot from my nipples down my body. After a few minutes of this, he grinned and said “One more place I’d better check.” And with that, he slid his face down to my pussy. Steve didn’t like to go down on me, and the one time I tried to encourage him, he said “That’s something small-dicked guys need to do.” Boy, was Greg proving that theory wrong!

Sophie purred with delight as I teased her clitoris with my tongue. Little did she know, I was just getting her warmed up. My cock is gigantic, but it has an equally impressive trick, which is that it only takes a few minutes after I shoot before it’s huge and hard and ready for more. And as I felt it start to stretch, I leaned to my left so while I was making Sophie quake with my tongue, she could feel me growing against her leg.

What was that against my leg? It wasn’t possible he was getting erect again so soon! And yet, with his face down there and his hands on my thighs, what else could that be? I pushed his head out of my crotch. He backed up, standing above me. And there was his massive dick, swelling bigger before my eyes! “Oh my god!” I yelled out. “You’re getting big again!”

“Just big?” I teased, looking down at her spectacularly long legs splayed across the bed. She smiled. “Huge,” she cooed. “Enormous. Immense.” She said it with a relish suggesting that even just the words were making her hot. “What’s bigger than immense?” she asked. “Because whatever it is, that’s how I should describe your humongous, tireless, powerful, beautiful cock.”

“Is bigger better?” he asked coyly. I smiled smugly up at him: “Why don’t you tell me?” With that, I started to play with my huge breasts, glorying in their size and weight, teasing my nipples with my fingers and shuddering with pleasure. His monster dick stiffened at the sight, and I gasped, still stunned that any guy could be so incredibly well hung. I stood up, rising to look him in the eye. I loved my body, loved that I was over six feet tall and every bit a match for this stud.

 

[fireman1294]

Once again should not have read this at work. Rock hard again

 

[Someguy410]

Part V

She stood up, her long legs unfolding as she rose to look me square in the eye. I’d never seen a woman look so determined, so driven by lust. She lifted one long, powerful leg and wrapped it around me, then put her hand behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her appetite was matched by her physical strength, but I was a worthy challenger. I spun us around and pushed her against the wall, our lips remaining glued to each other. We were panting now, our skin charged as our bodies rubbed against each other. The head of my thrusting dick bounced against her, high above her navel, feeling somehow bigger than it had ever been.

I felt his dick against my rib cage. “Do your guy friends know about this gigantic pecker you hide in your pants?” I asked. “Because I don’t know how their poor egos could take it.” He smiled. “They all know I’m big soft,” he said. “As big as they are hard?” I asked. “Probably,” he grinned. “But only a couple know my full potential.”

She smirked at me, clearly intrigued. “They’d better not let their girlfriends know,” she said. I decided to confess: “It was their girlfriends who told them.” She smiled, scolding me: “Fucking your friends’ girlfriends? You’re a bad boy.” “I couldn’t help myself,” I admitted. “And neither could they.”

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his bulging erection. “I don’t blame them,” I whispered, rubbing my nose against his, looking straight into his eyes. “I’m tired of small men. And I need your great big manhood inside me right now. I need you to find places within me that no man has ever been able to explore before. I need to know what this hard, fat boner of yours can make me feel.”

She lay backwards onto the bed, her breasts bouncing up and down, a smile of eager anticipation on her face. She spread her legs and stroked my erection, guiding it toward her eager vagina. She gasped as she felt my bloated head brush against her labia and start to enter her. “It’s so fat,” she exclaimed. “How can you be so huge and get hard again so fast – it almost seems unfair.” I smiled: “Life isn’t fair. For other people.”

I took his hands and pulled him on top of me. Just the feeling of this great big man against my body made me shake with excitement. With a confident smile, he started to push his epic cock into me. His amazing girth stimulated me unlike anything I’d ever felt before. As his rod spread me open and slid its way into me, I screamed out with delight. I laughed thinking about Steve, who thought his big dick automatically made him a great lover. And yes, it was big, and it turned me on at the time. But this was different. It’s not just that Steve’s dick looked like a child’s next to Greg’s, it’s that Greg had gotten me to the brink even before an inch of it was in me.

I couldn’t believe how eager she was for me to penetrate her, how hungry she was for my gigantic member. After foreplay, most girls get nervous about taking something so big, and even the most gung-ho take it slow. But as Sophie gyrated underneath me, she pushed her pelvis forward, moaning softly, enthusiastic to swallow more and more of me. Her stunning beauty and her staggering body were keeping me as hard as I’d ever been, and while I was used to being cautious at this point, Sophie was having none of it. “Don’t be shy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with sex. “This is just getting good.”

I’d never been a talker during sex, but I felt like I was a different person now. “You’re so huge, it’s so deep…” I gasped. “I mean, I’ve been with a lot of guys in my time, but it’s like I’ve never really been fucked. And believe me, I’ve had big guys before – well, guys I thought were big – but I’ve never felt like this.” I reached toward his dick to confirm that there were still several inches of him outside me. “My god,” I moaned. “You just don’t end.”

“Would you like more?” I asked. She closed her eyes and nodded, a blissful smile on her face. I slowly slid deeper inside her. She started to talk again: “You’re so selfish, being so huge. You took it all and you didn’t leave any for the other boys.” I stroked her incredibly generous breasts. “You’re one to talk,” I said. “How did your friends feel when you hit puberty and you made them invisible?”

His hands on my breasts felt so good, I could barely stand it. “I was always taller than my friends, and I just assumed I’d be the tall, flat type. Boy, was I wrong. I remember the day I looked in the mirror and thought ‘Yup, I’m a big-boobed girl.’ It made me self-conscious at first, so I went on a diet. I lost my belly, but it didn’t keep my boobs from growing even bigger.” “Don’t be self-conscious,” he said. “They’re beautiful.” I smiled. Now I loved their size, how full they felt in his big hands. Melinda always told me it was unfair that when we went out, I attracted the boob men, the ass men, and the leg men. She always said I could give her two cup sizes and we’d both have big boobs. My stock answer was always that I would do it if I could, but truth be told, sometimes it turns me on to leave my competition in the dust. What’s the fun in just winning when you can dominate?

With one final thrust, she took all of me inside her. This was a very rare feat, and she smiled smugly up at me. “Impressed?” she asked. “Because I am very impressed with you.” I started to gyrate in sync with her, and she began to shake with pleasure. She was so strong, she took me along for the ride with each jolt. I loved how huge I was, how deep I was inside her, and truth be told, it turned me on to know I left all competition in the dust. When I tell the story about seducing my buddies’ girlfriends, I usually make it seem like it was just something that happened. The fact is, I made it happen. I mentioned how big I was, knowing they’d never believe me, and once they demanded I prove it, I knew I had them. I wanted my friends to know who was boss. I wasn’t cruel. I slept with each girlfriend only once. But my friends knew that was by my choice, and if I wanted seconds, I could have them. That power turned me on, and I thought of that as I slid back, then plunged my stiff erection deep into Sophie. She let out a very brief squeal, then shuddered so intensely I shook on top of her.

 

[Someguy410]

Part VI

I relished the feeling of his great big body on top of mine – it had been too long since I’d slept with a guy who was bigger than me. That’s just how it is at my height – I like sex, and if I limited myself to guys who were taller than me, I’d rule out nine guys out of ten. And some short guys are amazing lovers. But it was never like this, I thought, as his giant dick probed deeper inside me, so fat and stiff inside my wet, tight pussy. Suddenly, I lost control of my body, convulsing with a sensual pleasure beyond my wildest sex dreams. Wave after wave hit me, my abundant body thrashing about on the bed, like a bronco except I didn’t want my rider to go anywhere.

I couldn’t believe how powerfully she was climaxing, writhing about beneath me. Every inch of my long, stiff shaft felt alive in her hot, tight pussy. Since I had just come a few minutes before, I didn’t this time, which meant I didn’t get soft even for a second. With one last shiver, Sophie finally stopped bucking. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like that. I wonder if anybody has ever felt anything like that.” She wrapped her arms around me. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, smiling at the realization.

His huge rod was still bloated and rock-hard inside me. Could this man be real? “Feels like you’re ready for more,” I told him. “Let’s try it from behind this time.” I nudged him, and he slid his long, long dick out of me. Just feeling it pull out and out and out made me gasp, still not quite able to grasp what a whopper it truly was.

I pulled out of her and she stood up and kissed me hungrily, fondling my colossal erection with her fingertips. I was amazed that she was already eager for more. Could this woman be real? Finally, she took her lips off mine, turned around, and bent over the bed, her long legs forming an “A.” She took my hands and put them on her breasts, then backed up and guided my stiff cock inside her again. “Wow,” she moaned. “It feels even better now.”

His cock felt even deeper as he penetrated me from behind, thrusting vigorously, cupping my great boobs in his strong hands. It felt so incredibly great, I started to scream out — all the clichés like “Yes!” and “More!” and “Harder!” and “Oh God!” They just felt like the right things to say. What surprised me was how loud I was being. There was no question the neighbors could hear me. But the thought of them listening to us as we fucked each others’ brains out just made me hotter.

She was so loud, I could only imagine what the neighbors were thinking. But imagining them hearing the pleasure I could deliver with my giant cock just made me that much more excited. Sophie was as strong as she was lusty, and her whole body undulated with an athleticism no previous lover had ever shown. As hard as I was working to bring her to ecstasy, she was working that much harder, with a single-mindedness that would not be denied.

I felt an orgasm coming, even bigger than the last one, and I vibrated with desire as I tried to slow down, to luxuriate in every second as my long, voluptuous body prepared for the moment. “Slower,” I commanded him. “I want to feel every inch of you inside me.” He complied, and the sensation of his fat dick sliding back and forth, exploring so far within me, brought me to the brink of euphoria. Suddenly, my body erupted with sensual release, a cascade of pleasure from my toes to my fingertips. I was gasping for breath, my body writhing as if controlled by some unseen force. My arms were shaking, so I gripped my sheets to keep my balance. Finally, the thrashing subsided, and I slid forward onto the bed, lost in bliss. I relished the softness of my sheets as I stretched my long legs, an uncontainable smile across my face. I opened my eyes to see Greg standing above me, grinning at my obvious satisfaction. I couldn’t believe it – hIs massive dick was still fully hard!

I felt excited that I still hadn’t come, that my wet dick was still as long and stiff as it had ever been. “By my count, that’s two for you and one for me,” I told her. She smiled smugly. “If you think I’m going to let you even the score, mister, you are sadly mistaken.” She patted the empty space on the bed next to her, and I got down on the bed next to her. She started to play with my erection. “Some girls say it’s not the size,” she said while she explored my gargantuan penis with all ten fingers. “They say it’s how you use it. But you can teach your guy how to use it. You can’t teach him to be gigantic.” “Do you have something you want to teach me?” I asked. She shook her head. “Silly. Teaching is for those who can’t,” she said. “And boy, can I ever.” She looked me in the eye, and I knew she meant it.

I kept constant eye contact with Greg as I sat up, lifted one long leg, and straddled him, all the while keeping both hands wrapped around his raging hard-on. “It’s time,” I told him, saying things that until today I would never have spoken aloud. “I want to feel you throb inside me. I want to feel your giant manhood pump so much. All the jizz that’s building up inside you, I want to feel it gush into me.” I extended my hips upward, then slid back down, guiding his mighty erection inside me.

Her heavy, round breasts dangled above me, and I reached up to caress them while she slowly lowered herself onto my tumescent cock. As our crotches met, she rested her hands against my chest and looked down at me, shaking her hair out of her eyes, a determined smile on her face. I’d never seen a woman so gorgeous, her eyes closing as she shivered with delight. She started to slowly grind against me, every rotation making me feel harder, sending spasms of pleasure coursing through her body. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, but I wanted to make Sophie climax again before I did.

I was so close, so ready to explode with pleasure, but I wasn’t getting off him until I got him off. I opened my eyes and looked into his face. Usually, guys look so ugly when they’re about to orgasm, but Greg was so hot, he defied convention. His body was so hard and muscular, I could get lost in his arms forever. He was thrusting under me more vigorously now, my body bouncing on top of his, our lustful gyrations perfectly synchronized.

Her body was so soft and bountiful, I wanted her skin against mine forever. I was thrusting as vigorously as I could, but she was keeping up with me, and I wondered how much longer this could go on. We were gasping, sweating, and yet we were driven to keep going. Suddenly, her body started to shake on top of mine. I’d never felt anything so forceful!

Suddenly, his body started to shudder under mine. We were fucking so powerfully, the whole bed was shaking! It wasn’t until things started to fall off my shelves that I realized what was happening – it was an aftershock! And yet there I was, convulsing with pleasure on top of Greg. No way was I stopping.

It took me a few moments to realize it wasn’t just us shaking, it was the whole building, the whole city! But with my giant rod so deep inside the sexiest woman on the planet, I wasn’t about to stop. At this point, I couldn’t tell what quaking was Sophie’s, and what was the shifting of tectonic plates, but somehow, the danger just made it hotter.

I interlocked my fingers with his and pinned him against the bed, just in case he got the foolish idea to try to bolt to safety. I needed to climax, needed to make him climax, and I wasn’t going to let him go anywhere.

She was holding me down as I fucked her even harder, thrusting more aggressively. Her strength, and her recklessness, turned me on. The whole room was shaking with us! A vase fell from Sophie’s shelf and smashed to the floor. I could feel a huge load building up inside me. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. With a jolt of exhilaration, I felt my seed pushing its way up my long dick.

As the vase my sister gave me shattered on the floor, I felt his humongous cock start to throb. It was already so tight inside me that this sudden swelling took me right over the edge. My long torso shot upright, energized, as he shot one supersized load after another deep inside me. With each pulsation, his erection felt like it was growing. I finally collapsed against his muscular chest, squeezing my vaginal muscles to milk as much come as I could out of Greg’s amazing penis.

She continued to slowly undulate on top of me, getting every last drop out of me. And then it was calm. The building had stopped shaking. Our bodies were slowly rising and falling with our breaths. Finally, my mammoth penis started to soften, receding from her as it dribbled a few more small spurts of my seed.

I felt his penis gradually shrink inside me, but I didn’t move, enjoying the feeling of him still inside me, soft but still at least as big as my last lovers hard. I liked feeling joined to him, like he was part of me. My room was a disaster – most everything had fallen to the floor – but I didn’t care. The man I’d craved since I moved into the building was mine now, and he was more than I could have ever imagined.

I was glad she wasn’t getting off of me. I loved that I was still inside her, still part of her, her soft, beautiful breasts resting against my chest, her gorgeous face nestling against my neck. I felt her breathing softly into my ear. I turned to look into her eyes. In the afterglow, she was more gorgeous than ever. She smiled at me and whispered: “Did the earth move for you?”

The End

 

[fireman1294]

Holy fuck that was the hottest story by far in such a long time

 

[AvgISOLrg]

That was true craftsmanship. Well done.

 

[AussieAnnie94]

I just climaxed so hard to that!!

 

[meatymuscle]

hot damn, that was GREAt man. Thank you.