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Bravo, C! What a great finish! Twists, turns, and even a happy ending (no pun intended). Another fantastic story. Thank you!
 

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That was very well-written. Clever. Now I wonder if David is going to keep wondering about Jason. Maybe David will visit Jason and be entranced by the huge cock. He could get fucked and not be able to have normal bowel movements in the future. Maybe he will let slip to Pamela that Jason is recovering. She may think of the pleasures she had and have to see if she can have it just once more. How passions rule - and ruin.
 

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This is one of the greatest stories on LPSG, thank you for sharing this with the community
 

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I think David should have taken the pump from Jason's and started to use it on himself and make his own monster for his wife.That would be hot
 

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There must be more such a great write up

Thanks ... actually ... there is more. I let the story end, but here's the rest. I didn't proof it as well as the others, so there will be more errors.

Part XIII

Michelle learns…

Dismissive at first, I didn’t think it possible. But I learned over the past year, through people I met in Jason’s hometown during visits to see his father, just how twisted, cocky, aggressive, oversexed, and what a complete ass Jason had been before his stroke. Miles away from the sweet, timid, caring gentle man I know. He’s much better off the way he is now. I’m glad I didn’t know him then.

Jason and I had been living together for almost two years when my suspicions seemed spot on. A man had come in a few weeks ago, and I got the distinct impression, he knew Jason from before, and what he was packing, but it didn’t make sense, he had on a wedding ring, but my woman’s intuition told me … something isn’t just off … it’s seriously wrong.

Jason and I work the same shifts, which makes for a grueling workweek, since he likes to work 6 days a week, putting in as many hours as possible. So, if this stanger, this fuck, this perve, was going to try anything with Jason … I would know instantly. His third visit of the week didn’t go unnoticed. The result was quickly revealed. Jason came to me inside the kitchen, out of the view of our customers with a note, handed to him while I wasn’t looking. “What does na na note say Michelle?” Asked a nieve, and curious Jason. I opened it, hands trembling, since I now knew the person he was, compared to what he had become.

My ultimate fear was realized … gay for pay … he had clearly been with Jason some 8 or 9 years ago, and wanted to hook up. His cell number included, along with a crazy amount of money he intended to pay for 2 hours of “service“. He clearly knew Jason wasn’t the same, it didn’t detour him, but he also didn’t know Jason was unable to read at this level yet. I quickly looked out to ensure our “guest” wasn’t witness to my receiving the note. “Jason, it’s a rude message, you don’t want to know, just trust me. OK? And don’t act any differently than you normally would, just let it go. Tell him you’re not interested. OK?” I couldn’t tell him the truth, and his trusting smile said all I needed to know. “OK, OK, goofy note, no good. Say sorry, can‘t do.” Replied my love, but I didn’t think it would end here … I was right.

Our building had a new tenant, an extremely attractive latina girl, Maria. Most women would hate her immediately, she’s drop dead georgous. Easily one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen, flawless, and why she chose to live here eludes me. She could have any man she wants. Sweet, sexy, seductive … I feared Jason would … “Want some of that.” So I kept him with me whenever possible, making sure to steer him clear of her … I failed.

At times, Jason was out on his own, jogging, and riding his bike. It was during one of his runs that he saw her. He admitted she came running up to him, to share a run. Her bouncing breasts, and beyond normal features had him thinking, growing, and showing exactly what I feared. She didn’t notice at first, and Jason was embarrassed, but when she took it in … when she fully understood what was going on under the hood … most sane people would run … but that’s exactly what she wanted … monster meat … her charms were far to great … they made their way back to out building … and Jason protested … “Wrong …. Not good … should not … have to call Michelle …” but for the fucking shedevil that she was … he was far too easy.

For Jason it was confusing … if it feels this good … how can this be wrong? He fucked her deeper and harder than I could ever take, he came multiple times, and her body, so hot, so perfect, so sensual … natural … her face beyond attractive … he asked her to move in with us. His horsecock responding yet again, as he drilled her like no other … and her incredible ability to take almost all of him. She was so overwhelmed, she spoke in Spanish … loudly … screaming out … yelling so much the police were called.

I was at work, covering for Vicky, it was his day off, a Sunday, and for 5 hours he lay with her, fucked her, ate her sweet pussy … Oh, and I almost forgot … he told me she tastes better, is better in bed, takes more of him, is better looking, smells better, he didn’t understand how this would hurt me. He was just being honest … the one trait he values above all else. At her request, he held their secret for one week before finally breaking down. He was fucking the living hell out of her, and she … completely owning him … he was in love … the real deal … and that was when he told me.

It didn’t last long … I made sure of that. I write this from my cell. I’m in for murder one. I’m a first time offender, and should be out in seven with good behavior. I lost it, snapped, completely and without remorse, I took her life, I can remember every detail as I beat it from her. Espcially her face, barely recognizable after I finished clubbing it with a baseball bat. I was in the red, confessed, and made no offer of apology to her family … she was stealing my man … I would not allow that to stand.
 
 

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Part XIV

Pamela was off to her mothers with the kids for the weekend. My first time to be truly alone in almost 4 years. I wasted little time in searching the net for big cock porn, and in less than 15 minutes my heart raced, my mind reeled, my old tired fears back in full force … in a vid aptly named “Black Beauty Destroyed by Megacock” was a walking, talking, and even larger than life Jason destroying a stunning black porn star. Jason was back, the bad boy returned, and now a well known porn star, widely regarded as the most endowed stud in the industry.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them, as he twisted her into various positions, her hands always out, trying to keep him at a safe distance, from placing in more than she could handle. I didn’t know which was more amazing, his beyond massive cock, or the fact that he had zero trace of having recovered from a stroke. His mind was working alright, and his cock … fuck … with all those fancy camera angles, and special lenses, that thing looked bigger than ever … her pussy was stretched to it’s limits, as he pounded the hell out of her. No acting required here, she came multiple times, her sloppy box, and tight body giving in to his incredible size.

I read through the comments section … and there were thousands, all in praise, disbelief, with many others stating … that’s got to hurt. Jason was clearly adored by millions, his cock … simply the largest by any standard. I watched the vid to it’s completion, saving myself, drawing out my own pleasure, as the links to his other vids called out to me.

The next vid I pulled up was “Reverse Cuckold” I could barely hold my excitement. As it turned out, it was Jason’s first foray into adult films, and his well hung costar, completely clueless about his colossal adversary. It started out simply enough, the young woman involved with the vid wanted big cock, the biggest, and Jason’s costar was well endowed by any standard, he clearly thought Jason would be smaller, so when the girl brought him to a full straining erection in front of Jason. He strutted his huge cock in front of Jason, shaking it at him, taunting him to try and best it.

The poor fuck never had a chance. Jason simply smiled at him as the kneeling woman moved into position, and pulled down Jason’s loose sweat pants … semi-erect, and clearly growing … game over … the stud opposite Jason, already bested, had clearly never been in this position, and as for the woman, she went off whatever loose script they had set. Speaking to no one in particular, that this is nuts, that she had never seen anything close to this before, just like her other costar, completely in the dark regarding Jason’s towering, lengthening shaft, growing beyond her grasp in size.

What she now pulled, and brought forth exceeded that from my memories, he was clearly larger. Maybe it was the way they filmed it, but that’s stupid, he simply dwarfs the other performer … who is clearly shaken … this chick … whomever she was … a dedicated size queen … kept on and on about Jason’s size … and that they would have to do this proper … just the two of them … off camera … so she could truly enjoy him.

Speechless, the other stud, ignored by the size queen, simply stroked his big cock, as she labored over Jason’s enormous slab, bringing to it’s utmost … holy shit … I came hard … in complete disbelief, in awe, that Jason simply destroyed the other stud’s cock in size. Barely half of the meat Jason enjoyed, he continued stroking, his eyes riveted on Jason’s improbable girth and length. Jason pulled his massive meat from her grasp, to share her with the other stud. My eyes didn’t deceive me, her hand easily wrapped around the other cock. Jason was easily a handful longer, his thickness astounding.

She didn’t spend much time with him, eager to take on the gigantic new toy that hung only a few inches from his knee.

Part XV Jason Speaks

I found Michelle’s diary, and read it after it was returned by the police. Initially, I took it hard, really hard, both of the women I loved were gone. One brutally murdered, the other heading into prison, and me … blaming myself for all of it. That was five years ago, and I’m back.

A walking miracle, my mind almost a hundred percent, and my other miracle … I understand that I’m hung, well, not just hung, but really hung, seriously hung. I’m back to my orginal self. Not the goofy sweet lovable retard that started working again as a busboy some 6 or 7 years ago. My mind is almost back to normal, and I’ll fuck any hot whore that I can. I can out cock any man, I’m monster huge and I know it. Unchained, and a little unhinged, I work out in my free time and fuck. Living on my disability pay, free housing, and Link card.

For the first time, I visited Michelle last week at the prison. Crazy bitch is still in love with me. I told her I’ve been spreading my meat around, and that she’s out. I just wanted to twist in the knife a little bit, see how she looks, what she‘s like. She’d have to pay me to fuck her now. I left her crying … fucking bitch … killing Maria … Maria was insanely hot … I’d still be fucking the hell out of Maria … along with whatever came along … I like variety … and I’m hung enough to get what I want, my monster meat is my free lunch.

Did some porn for a while. The money was OK, and I got serious famous over it. In my first film, I did a scene with some cocky dude who didn’t know what I was packing. He thought he was hung … thought he could cuckold me … I showed him otherwise … I was more than twice the man he was … shook him up pretty badly … my ‘coming out’ made it hard to work in crowd scenes again … most dudes don’t like being shown up … and in the industry … he was considered one of the biggest … please … I’ve never seen anyone bigger than me. Did a few Hollywood stars, boned them senseless, got passed around at some parties out in La La land, made some serious cash, chick money … and by that, I mean the usual money paid out to the chicks in the adult business. Most porn studs don’t get paid shit, I was easily the highest paid stud in the business. But I came back here. Missed the fucking place … who knew? I actually call this place home.

I’ve got attitude to match my meat. My ego is in overdrive, and my sexlife constantly in flux. I don’t do drugs, my cock is my drug … I simply love the fucking thing … I’ve been blessed with a second chance … and I live like there is no tomorrow. I’ve got a stable, two that live with me, and around 5 or 6 regulars. I sell myself off to hot chicks, and put on shows for dudes or couples. It pays the bills and then some. No need to do ’real’ work, I can get by on my meat.

Met up with a woman I did some years ago, but I couldn’t recall any of it. She’s near 50, but hot, so I thought, WTF, and had her over. Unfucking real, she did jar a few memories, mostly of her husband watching us. Afterwards she told me, in great detail what transpired, that I am larger now, at least an inch or two longer, and thicker, and fuck … she’s so good, and can take me, well, most of me. She doesn’t want her husband to know, has a couple of kids, and that’s when it hit me …”David? Right?”

Her face froze … I was spot on … I tortured that dude … that, I do remember … the memories are flooding back now … almost too fast … yeah, she wants this to be a one time thing. I grabbed my meat, bringing it up again … damn, I’m going to fuck her senseless … I used to enjoy … no … love fucking her like the bad boy I am while her husband watched.
She protested at first, but I made her late to pick up one of the kids from school. I schooled her on monster cock all over again. She’ll be back, she’s got a taste for it, she just needed a reminder, a giant one, I’m bigger, better and badder than ever, and I can say with certainty … her husband will be blown away all over again. I’m remembering almost all of it … they were both my bitches.

I finished her off, literally, and was so turned on after she left, I brought myself up to a completely monster size, and for the first time in months, measured myself … FUCK … I gained almost an inch … nothing like size to turn you on, and my afterburners were lit … I jerked my enormous cock for over 40 minutes, letting it shoot out over my hands, rubbing it in … you have no idea what it’s like to be gigantic … it’s the biggest rush there is … fuck … by just writing this … I’m going to stop and jerk … fuck I’m huge.

Part XVI

Michelle’s release … I saw him in the alley behind his apartment in town. I studied him for days, watching and recording his every move. He’s so cute, I masturbated in the car while watching him. Licking my fingers, my pussy swollen, my breathing heavy … I was quivering again, my lust uncontrollable, I had to get him back. Must have him, but I can’t be creepy, I have to stumble upon him … a total ‘chance’ meeting. It must appear as a coincidence, nothing more. I got ready, pampered myself, looked as good as ever, or so I thought.

“Hi Jason! You look great.” I said, as I approached him on the street. His reply trampled me, but I couldn’t let on … “Michelle … when did they let you out? I thought you had another year to go?” Said Jason, rather standoffish, and before I could reply he added … “What the hell, why are you in town, you don’t live here … you wanted to see me didn‘t you? … To take you back. You must be fucking crazy … we’re done … and you better get used to that.”

“No, no, no I was just in town to visit a friend. I’ve been out for two weeks.” I replied, but he wasn’t buying it, my life was crumbling all over again, he wanted nothing to do with me. I could hardly avert my eyes. He’s so hung, that cock of his was calling out to me. No one could fill out a pair of jeans like he could. I started to cry as he walked away, and as if on cue from God, it started to rain. Hopeless, I felt I had lost him forever.

We return to David and Pamela at home, reading the paper together …
Having already seen the news on TV, and now understanding the sorrid details of Jason’s end at the hands of Michelle in an all encompassing jealous rage. Pamela wept, her eyes so teared, that I had to finish reading it to her.

Michelle’s weapon of choice, once again, a baseball bat, the police confirmed it was premeditated, the reciept for the baseball bat showed it was purchased the day before she attacked Jason in the alley and parking lot behind his apartment downtown. He probably never knew what hit him. When they arrived, she stood over him … covered in his blood … witnessess did not attempt to come to his aide, he was clearly dead, and she was mumbling, speaking only when someone approached, making it clear … to stay away …. that he was her man. The murder scene was extremely disturbing, his skull completely crushed, his limbs, and torso destroyed, she must have hit him over 100 times said the cororner.

Police eventually put her down with a stun gun. She’ll probably never see the light of day again. A repeat offender, and for myself, another sense of relief, this time final and complete. Since I did know, that my wife had been with him again, and not just a few times. In fact, just last week, unable to control the urge to feel his monster … to be penetrated, destroyed, to … in her words … “Feel again.” Fuck that I thought … “feel again” … all she wanted was to be torn open. I for one was happy he was gone … I didn’t want him back tormenting me again … or more importantly messing with, or fucking with our family dynamic … he was dead … good riddance.
 

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PART XVII

It was a beautiful day, cool, crisp and windy, as they lay Jason’s remains to rest. My wife and I stood away from the main crowd. I expected more people, but his remaining family was small, and if memory served, only an aunt and uncle. Jason’s father passed away a little over a year ago. Seven people stood graveside, while at least 25 to 30 stood in various places, solemn, tearing, and when it ended, I noticed a well dressed man, around our age, who bore a resemblance to Jason. Pamela noticed as well, my wife’s tightening grip on my arm, and whispered words … “Look, look at his pants, along the left leg.”

It was unmistakable, I cringed, immediately realizing … this must be Jason’s real father. The father Jason knew was short, and showed no inclination of being hung. The breeze moved the material of this strangers slacks, revealing the mass that snaked along his thigh. My wife, was now pulling us in his direction, not again I thought, not this, only bad can come of this. “Hi, we’re David and Pamela Dawson, friends of Jason’s, we’re so sorry for his loss.” Stated my wife. He introduced himself as Ken Dryden … he too … a ‘friend‘.

My wife was possessed, asking him to join us for lunch. It was like he knew, sensed what was coming, and I was powerless to stop it. He was engaging, funny, and seemed to know where we were heading, for when he went to go to the bathroom … ’it’ had grown. I followed him in, curious as to what he would say, and also to catch a glimpse of what surely matched Jason’s monster.

I entered the bathroom, made a turn to the left, and there he was … standing at the urinal. “David, thanks to you and Pam for lunch.” his eyes locked with mine, his eyes then inviting me to glance down for a peek … limp, and monstrous, he gauged my reaction. I was spellbound, my eyes couldn’t leave it, the damn thing dwarfed me when soft, when engorged … I could only guess, clearly … “Ken … you’re Jason’s father aren’t you?” I asked. “Yeah, the kid carries my genes, and carried the weight of a monster between his legs. Your wife is just my type, and I’m sure she was Jason’s … I’m also sure you liked to watch … tell me when to stop … when I’m wrong, but I’ll hazard a guess she wants a taste, maybe you do to, but I don’t swing that way … now … if you just want to watch …”

It seemed like I stepped outside my body, for … without asking my wife’s permission, without hesitation, I replied yes, and yes again. I wanted to watch … and that Pamela likes, no … loves … monster meat. Ken shook loose the final drops from that magnificent dick, and packed it along his leg. I had to admit, from what little I had seen of it … it was the most beautiful piece I had ever witnessed …

From funeral to an unexpected lunch, to what was sure to be a supreme drilling … as Ken and I approached the table … for Christ’s sake … I can see the need in her eyes, I’m stunned, she’s all worked up, insanely hot and in need, I barely spoke, when she said the hotel around the corner would be fine …

I trembled as I paid for the room … and Ken, fucking hell, he’s already filling out his pants, my wife standing near me, panting, her nipples are showing, she’s can’t wait, and I’m working on a semi, this had the makings of a historic fuck, make no mistake, the stud of studs was going to punish us both. When we hit the elevator, the door had barely closed when he pulled Pamela in close, her thighs straddled his left leg, she could feel the heat and size, his words to my wife were clear and to the point … “I’m going to fucking destroy you.” as his mouth devoured hers. I was getting dizzy … I had put myself in this position once again … what the hell was I thinking?

I fumbled at the door, as they watched, and as I would soon be watching, the anticipation was driving all of us nuts. The door barely shut, as Ken walked to the window, and opened the curtains, my wife watching his every move, kicking off her shoes, waiting for him to lead … “I want to savor this … you both understand … that my word is to be obeyed … without question.” Stated Ken, and both of us readily accepted. He pulled up a chair … “I want to see you … strip for me … do it slow … do it like it’s your last time … your last meal … savor this moment … make it yours.”

My wife, of over 25 years still looks fantastic, our two children took little away, my dread, mixed with my own desire to witness Ken’s impending monster wreck my wife. “Pull up a chair David, and enjoy the view.” Said Ken, and just as I had with his son Jason … I obeyed without question. My heart beating so fast, as my wife knelt in front of him. He took off the jacket, and started to work on his tie, as my wife’s hands groped the growing slab. He’s my age, but this is nuts, his abs are cut, and his arms and chest chiseled. I couldn’t tell from the suit, but he’s built, serious strong for his age. “That’s it … go slow … enjoy it … you know what to do.” said Ken, as my wife took off his shoes, and started to unbuckle his belt.

“MY GOD!!!” Pamela’s first words since we entered as she lowered his pants, his silk underwear couldn’t contain the giant cock that extended below them. I could see it all clearly, and in the natural light … it was a complete work of art as my wife lowered his underwear, inch after fat inch kept coming into view, it simply wouldn’t stop, the farther she pulled them down, it seemed like an endless stream of cock was coming forth.

It was the most magnificent specimen imaginable, my wife’s knowing hands gripped the growing slab, easily the equal of Jason’s if not larger. Whatever the reasons, it looked delicious, my wife’s mouth struggling to take in the huge head, and I embarrassed … I knew I couldn’t begin to compare to him, but I was in such need to relieve myself. Longer, thicker, incredibly … the size increased, my wife stunned, myself included, it was a shocking size, hanging over three quarters down his leg, mere inches from his knee.

Jason was a monster, Ken the monster of monsters, my wife’s eyes betrayed her, doubt clouded her, for Ken wasn’t just packing … he was insanely huge. He knew, fuck anybody could tell, he simply had no peer. Grotesque and beautiful all at once, he had her stand and placed her on the bed, his mouth and hands going to work, her first orgasm would come from his mouth working over her pussy like no other, his hands roaming the curves I knew so well. On his knees, eating her box, his legs spread slightly , I came for the first time as I saw the head of his beyond massive cock resting on the carpet. My head shaking back and forth … absolutely no one can be this big.

As he stood, the massive thing swayed, it’s size undiminished, his focus completely on my wife, and she … starting to question her ability to take him. As his own large hands wrapped around the gigantic thing, his fingers and thumb were separated by at least 2 inches, crippling girth, easily besting Jason’s, and easily beyond the scope of a select few that could ever hope to take him on. “Ken … I’m not sure I can handle you … you’re …” my wife’s words were stopped as Ken lay the incredible bulging mass between her legs, across her belly, resting the head almost to her breasts.

Her own hands brought her off a second time, and Ken used the opportunity to attempt an entry. Holy shit … the fucking head is working it’s way in, my wife spreading her legs wide, trying to relax. After the head entered, I looked on in complete disbelief as a few inches followed, and the astounding amount of meat behind it … truly horse hung … I couldn’t imagine anyone ever taking all of it …

Begging him to stop … she had to adjust … this wasn’t Jason … this exceeded anything Jason ever offered, Ken should be registered with the police … his cock a lethal size … “Come on baby … we’re just getting started … you’re a size queen … now take it like one.” Said Ken, and he was about to show us both, just how deep, and hard he could fuck. He forced in another few inches, and began a slow pump, one that brought gibberish from Pam, she wouldn’t make any sense for the next half hour, as he ravaged her body with more meat than seemed possible.

I was a mess both figuratively and mentally, watching Ken pummel her box, jerking myself raw, my mind reeling at the impossible union. She had taken in nearly three quarters of the fucking thing. Each thrust was earth shattering, so much power … fuck that thing is stupid huge. I wanted it to end, she had to be hurting, his colossal cock looked even larger, his staying power inhuman as I came a second time, and was working up to my third.

Bottoming out, each thrust brought forth a grunt from Pamela’s lips, his girth couldn’t be that gross, his breathing labored, he had to be … and was … he pulled out inch after inch of supremely fat cock … holy fuck … it appeared to be easily longer and thicker than a can of Pringles Potato chips. My wife’s pussy a gaping maw, as his cock convulsed, releasing a massive load over her body. His hands stoking the massive shaft … I lost count of the still jetting streams of cum that littered her body and the bed. A load equal to his massive beef. My wife and I both cumming at the sight … his hands held a completely incomprehensible prize … nightmarish, I winced that she had taken even a portion of it … I never felt so small … he is a god.

He collapsed to his knees, and slowly spun around to sit on the floor. His cock was surreal, it remained an ungodly size, slowly, ever so slowly shrinking to a size still many times my own. Fuck, even now, as he was recovering, the damn thing was huge, he too … unable to speak … just like us … lost in the moment. He sat there, unspeaking, the only thing I could hear was my breathing, my wife lay back like she had been beaten senseless in some twisted sexual fight club. I couldn’t take my eyes off it … what had it been 20 - 25 minutes, and his semi-erect cock was still massive.

Ken began to speak in almost a whisper to no in particular, maybe himself, but his left hand began to work it … egging himself on. Fuck, it just keeps getting bigger, and Pamela … she realizes … he’s not done. She starts to rise, her eyes squinting in pain from his beasts prior beating, her hand massaging her overworked pussy, trying to massage away the stretch, the tingling pain, that is still coursing through her. She’s clearly done … wants nothing to do with it …not again. Once was too much, a second time lethal. I am awestruck, he is attaining an impossible size, and appears to be in a daze, his giant cock leading him, and he … hell bent on taking advantage of someone who can take him. The many years of frustration of having too much, being denied, but not today … not now … he struggles to stand, his hands working his cock to it‘s utmost …

I am guilty, powerless to stop it, mute witness to the gigantic cock that is about to take my wife a second time … guilty, since I never once helped her, I was a child in the presence of a man, her many protests unheeded, his strength unstoppable, his cock unyielding, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, and entered her with more than she could take, her beating hands on his chest and arms no match, and I sat there like a pussy, like I wasn’t there, but watching some twisted movie as he forced in that beyond humongous cock, over and over again.

I didn’t do anything, not as he returned her slaps, across her face, twisting her arm, while he twisted in that incredible blood club … IT CAN’T BE THAT BIG … my mind in disbelief … he’s inhuman … the thickness … that incredible fat cock … it’s drawing blood, and I’m helpless … he’s tearing her open … sawing back and forth … with ever increasing speed, trying to bury the fucking thing in her … time stood still … my wife was crying out, but his hand held firm over her mouth … and I did nothing. I came watching his long fat beast pummel her …

He kept her on the edge of the bed the entire time, he placed in more beef than seemed humanly possible to take, her fluids mixed with blood, making it look exactly like what it was … rape … and I did nothing but pleasure myself … not raising a word or action to stop him … I was his bitch as he lay into her hard … he tried to force it all in, there is simply far too much … he held firm, cumming deep in her body, holding her in place as he drove home all he could … filled, torn open, wanting the hellish thing to end, I wasn‘t even sure if she was conscious.

My mouth hanging open, eyes wide, drooling, as his cock began to slowly leave her body. So many fat inches, it just kept sliding out, seemingly without end … I was quaking … he clearly blew Jason away … his fat long beast covered in her juices and blood. He grabbed the massive tool with both hands, and milked the final drops of cum from the massive head. Taking in the view … my wife’s tortured pussy a gaping tortured hole … the comforter covered with her fluids, ruined by the blood. She was unmoving as he stood before her. I was starting to come to my senses, but it was too late, I let him do this … this is so wrong. He turned to the bathroom, as I started to cover myself up, still in shock at his size, fuck … I find myself walking with him, leaving my wife on her own … I have to watch him clean that fucking beast.

My curiosity drove me to the door, as he turned on the faucet, bellied up to the sink, and placed the massive thing inside the bowl, and washed that massive cock. “Want a taste of the jaw breaker buddy?” said Ken, but I didn’t understand him, his words went in and out without meaning, his shrinking cock was spellbinding. Even now, many times larger than my own. I was getting hard watching him cleanse the beast. I wanted it for my own. I knew it was the biggest … anywhere … historic … frightening …

My wife’s coughing broke the spell … what the fuck was I doing? What the fuck were we doing? “YOU BASTARD … GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!” screamed my wife, if she were still my wife, her eyes shooting daggers at me, and her ... Hell, she couldn’t stand, falling to her knees, collecting herself … as Ken came walking out … laughing … “That cured her wanderlust buddy … she’ll never do that again.” Said Ken. “Fuck you, you bastard!!” Said Pamela, just as she threw up … holy shit … there’s something dark … is that blood?

I was in shock, so was she … as Ken’s zipper made the only other sound in the room. He sauntered out, leaving my broken wife in severe pain, and our marriage … well … that’s probably broken as well … how do you explain this to the kids? How do we move on from here? What have we done????
 
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