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Saturday Night, Thanksgiving Weekend 2022.
Page was off with Rowan, she hadn’t been home since the morning of Black Friday. Her mother, Allison, was inconsolable, Page’s father Taylor, had poured some wine for the both of them, it was near 9PM. Page had texted earlier she ‘might’ be home tomorrow night, as in Sunday night. As far as her parents were concerned, their ‘little’ girl was in the midst of a transition. They had imaginations after all, and both could envision Page being sliced and diced by Rowan’s massive member, for both had seen the pictures their neighbor Kat had provided, they were both under no illusions, and that must have been the inspiration, for Taylor was about to tell his wife a tale long kept secret, a story from his time in the service of his country.
The wine kept coming, as Allison silently coped with her daughter’s fate. She was without words, and more likely completely inconsolable, surmised Taylor. Their daughter Page never behaved like this before, she was with that enormously hung ‘boy’, Allison could imagine all too well, what was being done to her eldest daughter, the pride of the entire family, the one with so much promise, seemingly wasted, on the end of monstrous cock, whose owner’s whole life revolved around one thing, a truly enormous thing, but after all, just a ‘thing’, a piece of flesh. What else could he offer their ‘treasure’ of a daughter.
“Honey. I’ve never told you this before, but … I don’t know, maybe it’s inappropriate under the circumstances, but we’re both worried, and thinking the same thing … so I figure, what the hell. I might as well pile on. I should warn you though, it’s rather graphic, and I’ll be using some raucous, rough language.” Said Taylor, leaning back in his favorite chair, their youngest daughter not yet returned from her night out with friends, and their ‘missing’ super model daughter most likely impaled on a monstrous fat cock.
“It’s okay, fire away.” Said Allison, holding out her glass for a fill up. She needed a diversion, anything, to keep her mind off the young stud, whom was likely impaling their daughter at this very moment.
“It was March, no, it was April 1998, we got moved down to Panama, Howard Air Force base, just prior to it’s closing. Anyway, there was this ‘thing’ going on down there then, and I was rotated in with a team to service F-16’s that we funneled through there. Anyway, we had this group of wet behind the ears ‘kids’ that were with us, fresh from their initial training in the states, so we had to usher them into their first deployment overseas, and help guide them along. I think for all of them, it was their first time out of the country, and that can be a big deal for some. Among this little group, was this skinny stick, from Kansas. Robert, but he liked to go by Robbie, a guy that if he ever crossed your path, you wouldn’t notice him, and barely, if ever, remember him. Totally forgettable.”
“I bet that kid weighed in at 145 pounds soaking wet, and he must’ve stood around six foot one or two. Quiet kid, kept to himself, he was an outsider in the ‘world’, and it was no different here in the service. I don’t think he had a single solid friend in the service. Anyway, we’d sometimes take these kids out to the local establishments, cantina’s, you know, bars, and get them drunk, maybe get them laid from the locals and so on. But this skinny one, he wouldn’t go out with the others. Finally, Bud and I had to take him by the hand and get him off base for a night. He didn’t want to, but he fell in line, and went along, just as long as it was just the three of us. He didn’t want to hang with guys his own age, he wanted the older guys. As if Bud and I were old, at 25 and 26.”
“Turns out the kid doesn’t drink nor smoke, but we broke him down, and he has a couple of shots, and some of the local beer, which tastes different than the stuff from the states, more sweet I guess. So, this kid is tipsy after just a couple, a total lightweight, and we figure we better get him back. He’s so damn skinny, it went right through him, and he’s woozy, barely able to stand, so we reconsider, and have some coffee brought over, and have him eat, so we can sober him up a bit. While we’re waiting, a local girl, a well known prostitute, and actually fairly easy on the eyes, she comes over, and she asks if we ‘want party.’”
“I stop her right there, and tell her no, but out of nowhere, this kid Robbie, opens his mouth …”
“I want to party. I want party.” Mumbles Robbie. As for his name “Robbie”, his name is Robert. I never understood that, it sounds so childish, ‘Robbie’. It’s a kids name. Maybe it’s just me, but you don’t call yourself that when you grow up. Anyway, she was persistent, and he wants to go with her, he’s pleading with us to let him go, so we broke down, and we all stumble out with him and follow her to her place. Now, neither Bud nor I are interested in this, but this is the first time this kid has shown some backbone and interest in anything but jet engines and comic books, he simply won’t back down. You can see the weight he’s carrying, he wants to lose it. He’s full on virgin, he wants it over with, anybody could see it.”
“It's a beautiful night out, quiet, and thankfully private, the nearest other place, or residence, is easily 70 or 80 feet away. One last time, we tried to talk him out of it, but he won’t listen and Bud happened to have a couple of condoms, and he pushes them into the kid’s hand. Robby’s head is still bobbing a bit like a doll, he’s still a little loopy, but she helps him inside, and we can hear the negotiation begin. She wants … “One hundred bucks. You pay now.” But I’m outside, and I can hear all this, and I yell out … “Twenty bucks, not a cent more.” I hear her in there bitching in her own language, then telling me to shut my face. “Mind own business sergeant shit face. I working.” She says.
Taylor paused here, for he wasn’t getting a reaction from Allison at all, she simply sat there like a zombie, she seemed far away, distracted. Unknown to Taylor, she was thinking about Tom, the muscled hung stud from her past, her three crush of crushes, but her head suddenly shot to look at Taylor … “I’m listening, go ahead, finish your story, I’m listening, really I am. Don’t worry, you won’t offend me. I like it. Don’t hold back. I rather like it.” Said Allison, her attention was there the whole time, she could smell it, taste it, feel it, she knew where this was going, she wanted her husband to tell it, and not leave anything out.
“Okay. You seemed ‘elsewhere’ and I didn’t want to offend you.” Said Taylor, as she motioned with her hand for him to continue.
“No, I’m good, keep going.” Replied Allison. She was right there, in Panama, outside the whore’s little house.
Page was off with Rowan, she hadn’t been home since the morning of Black Friday. Her mother, Allison, was inconsolable, Page’s father Taylor, had poured some wine for the both of them, it was near 9PM. Page had texted earlier she ‘might’ be home tomorrow night, as in Sunday night. As far as her parents were concerned, their ‘little’ girl was in the midst of a transition. They had imaginations after all, and both could envision Page being sliced and diced by Rowan’s massive member, for both had seen the pictures their neighbor Kat had provided, they were both under no illusions, and that must have been the inspiration, for Taylor was about to tell his wife a tale long kept secret, a story from his time in the service of his country.
The wine kept coming, as Allison silently coped with her daughter’s fate. She was without words, and more likely completely inconsolable, surmised Taylor. Their daughter Page never behaved like this before, she was with that enormously hung ‘boy’, Allison could imagine all too well, what was being done to her eldest daughter, the pride of the entire family, the one with so much promise, seemingly wasted, on the end of monstrous cock, whose owner’s whole life revolved around one thing, a truly enormous thing, but after all, just a ‘thing’, a piece of flesh. What else could he offer their ‘treasure’ of a daughter.
“Honey. I’ve never told you this before, but … I don’t know, maybe it’s inappropriate under the circumstances, but we’re both worried, and thinking the same thing … so I figure, what the hell. I might as well pile on. I should warn you though, it’s rather graphic, and I’ll be using some raucous, rough language.” Said Taylor, leaning back in his favorite chair, their youngest daughter not yet returned from her night out with friends, and their ‘missing’ super model daughter most likely impaled on a monstrous fat cock.
“It’s okay, fire away.” Said Allison, holding out her glass for a fill up. She needed a diversion, anything, to keep her mind off the young stud, whom was likely impaling their daughter at this very moment.
“It was March, no, it was April 1998, we got moved down to Panama, Howard Air Force base, just prior to it’s closing. Anyway, there was this ‘thing’ going on down there then, and I was rotated in with a team to service F-16’s that we funneled through there. Anyway, we had this group of wet behind the ears ‘kids’ that were with us, fresh from their initial training in the states, so we had to usher them into their first deployment overseas, and help guide them along. I think for all of them, it was their first time out of the country, and that can be a big deal for some. Among this little group, was this skinny stick, from Kansas. Robert, but he liked to go by Robbie, a guy that if he ever crossed your path, you wouldn’t notice him, and barely, if ever, remember him. Totally forgettable.”
“I bet that kid weighed in at 145 pounds soaking wet, and he must’ve stood around six foot one or two. Quiet kid, kept to himself, he was an outsider in the ‘world’, and it was no different here in the service. I don’t think he had a single solid friend in the service. Anyway, we’d sometimes take these kids out to the local establishments, cantina’s, you know, bars, and get them drunk, maybe get them laid from the locals and so on. But this skinny one, he wouldn’t go out with the others. Finally, Bud and I had to take him by the hand and get him off base for a night. He didn’t want to, but he fell in line, and went along, just as long as it was just the three of us. He didn’t want to hang with guys his own age, he wanted the older guys. As if Bud and I were old, at 25 and 26.”
“Turns out the kid doesn’t drink nor smoke, but we broke him down, and he has a couple of shots, and some of the local beer, which tastes different than the stuff from the states, more sweet I guess. So, this kid is tipsy after just a couple, a total lightweight, and we figure we better get him back. He’s so damn skinny, it went right through him, and he’s woozy, barely able to stand, so we reconsider, and have some coffee brought over, and have him eat, so we can sober him up a bit. While we’re waiting, a local girl, a well known prostitute, and actually fairly easy on the eyes, she comes over, and she asks if we ‘want party.’”
“I stop her right there, and tell her no, but out of nowhere, this kid Robbie, opens his mouth …”
“I want to party. I want party.” Mumbles Robbie. As for his name “Robbie”, his name is Robert. I never understood that, it sounds so childish, ‘Robbie’. It’s a kids name. Maybe it’s just me, but you don’t call yourself that when you grow up. Anyway, she was persistent, and he wants to go with her, he’s pleading with us to let him go, so we broke down, and we all stumble out with him and follow her to her place. Now, neither Bud nor I are interested in this, but this is the first time this kid has shown some backbone and interest in anything but jet engines and comic books, he simply won’t back down. You can see the weight he’s carrying, he wants to lose it. He’s full on virgin, he wants it over with, anybody could see it.”
“It's a beautiful night out, quiet, and thankfully private, the nearest other place, or residence, is easily 70 or 80 feet away. One last time, we tried to talk him out of it, but he won’t listen and Bud happened to have a couple of condoms, and he pushes them into the kid’s hand. Robby’s head is still bobbing a bit like a doll, he’s still a little loopy, but she helps him inside, and we can hear the negotiation begin. She wants … “One hundred bucks. You pay now.” But I’m outside, and I can hear all this, and I yell out … “Twenty bucks, not a cent more.” I hear her in there bitching in her own language, then telling me to shut my face. “Mind own business sergeant shit face. I working.” She says.
Taylor paused here, for he wasn’t getting a reaction from Allison at all, she simply sat there like a zombie, she seemed far away, distracted. Unknown to Taylor, she was thinking about Tom, the muscled hung stud from her past, her three crush of crushes, but her head suddenly shot to look at Taylor … “I’m listening, go ahead, finish your story, I’m listening, really I am. Don’t worry, you won’t offend me. I like it. Don’t hold back. I rather like it.” Said Allison, her attention was there the whole time, she could smell it, taste it, feel it, she knew where this was going, she wanted her husband to tell it, and not leave anything out.
“Okay. You seemed ‘elsewhere’ and I didn’t want to offend you.” Said Taylor, as she motioned with her hand for him to continue.
“No, I’m good, keep going.” Replied Allison. She was right there, in Panama, outside the whore’s little house.
“So, where were we? Oh yeah, the negotiation. Damn kid won’t listen, besides, he’s tipsy, and he ‘wants some’ so he ends up giving her $65 dollars, it’s all he’s got on him. Idiot. Both Bud and I fully expected him to come out asking for some more money, but she takes all he had, and the deal is done. We’re out on the street, and it’s really quiet out, until we hear this commotion going on inside her little place. Bud looks at me, and me him, for this little senorita isn’t speaking in broken English anymore, she’s full on in her native tongue, and clearly upset about something.”
“So, Bud cautiously walks through her little front yard, and over to an open window and looks in. Now, I’m still on the street, and I hear him utter “Jesus Christ!” as he moves his head around for a better look. I started to move in, wondering what the hell he’s looking at, since I can see how big his eyes had become, and simply the tone of his voice. Inside, this little senorita is in shock, it wasn’t over Bud’s crying out, it’s what’s sticking out from this skinny kid. He’s hung, and hung huge, Bud looks back at me with wide eyes as I’m walking up. Saying out loud … “You gotta see this shit.”
“Now, I just imagine what Bud has seen, I haven’t seen it for myself yet, but I hear our girl Friday going on and on in her own language, her broken English long gone, and I can tell from the tone, that something is riling her up. I can see it in Bud’s unblinking stare as he moves aside a bit for me to take a gander at whatever is going on in there, and I am stunned. Our skinny friend has a cock so long and fat, that I immediately feel belittled and threatened. It appeared as long as my forearm and thick, and she was pushing back at him, as he lined up this massive fat stick of his to fuck her with it. She got her broken English back, hoping it would slow him down.”
“She somehow regained her composure, probably due to self-preservation, and with it, her broken English started up again, so she could utter “You horse dick. You horse dick. You stop. You stop. You too big. You too big!” Everything she cried out was repeated exactly twice. The kid was tipsy from drinking, a virgin, and since he was with a ‘pro’, something I doubt he could find in the fields in Kansas, or back at basic, he was more than ready to go, he sure as hell an abundance of equipment, and he must figure, if she’s a pro, then she’s good to go.”
“The booze had torn away his inhibitions, and he wasn’t going to be denied, he was going to use this huge fucking thing of his, and use it now, nothing was going to stand in his way. You could see the damn thing was thicker than his own arm, super heavy. She was right, It was a horse dick. Both Bud and I were shocked. We never expected anything like that, not from this nerdy skinny farm kid.”
“Should we go in? Stop him? Jesus, he could rip her in two with that damn thing. He’s drunk, he’s a fucking monster, when does it become rape? We gotta do something.” Said Bud, as I nodded, and we began to move, we don’t need the hassle, nor cause an international incident. We had just opened the door, when she went silent, and just as we both stuck in our heads, and peered inside towards her little living room, her hands were up, but not to stop him, but to slowly guide him, and caution him.”
“Somehow, incredibly, he entered her with that huge fucking thing. As impossible as it seemed, he had placed in the head and few inches of that giant dick of his into her. I had seen John Holmes movies, and this kid was both longer and thicker. It was a surreal union, he completely stretched her out, she was impaled. How he managed it, or she handled even a portion of it, I’ll never know.”
“Apparently, it didn’t matter how small she was, somehow she took it, her arms were stretched out all the way, her hands on his chest. She composed herself and asked him to leave it there, then after a minute or two, to slowly pull it out. “I adjust. I adjust. Give me time. Give me time. You horse cock fucker, too big than regular.” When he did pull free, the head was hanging dreadfully far past the halfway point of his skinny legs. It was mutant, a true third leg. Balls were big too, the left one hung lower than the right. Even so, the head of his cock hung far beneath his balls, much too far, and much like Anna’s son Rowan. But I doubt, not as long, nor as fat as Rowan appears to be. But I Robbie wasn’t far off.”
“She was left gaping. I had never seen inside a woman before, not like that, that damn cock of his was wet on the end, and swaying around like a tree limb, and kind of bouncing. Soon enough she was motioning for him to place it back in. No hesitation from her this time. No protection, but it was too late for that, besides, it was so long and thick, it would be like placing a thimble on the end of your big toe, I doubt a normal condom would fit. Robbie was that enormous.”
“He grasped that thick thing, and awkwardly lined up that heavy dick of his, and incredibly slid it in. No exaggeration, it didn’t take long, she went crazy on the end of that hideously fat thing. The stretch must have been mind blowing. I think that’s what was setting her off. It was so damn thick and veiny. He kept pushing forward, as she would attempt to retreat further up that big couch of hers, but he would grab her and pull her to the edge, and keep plugging that fat thing in deeper and deeper.”
“We headed back outside, it felt wrong to be watching from inside, so we went back to the window. Even from outside, we could hear it ripping into her. Each thrust, turning that little thing inside out. The lips of her pussy would fold in, then reappear, and she’s into it, really into it, it was scary, she’s fucking loving it. She’s not acting. She’s cumming almost constantly, moaning, thrashing about, sometimes screaming, and damn, did that kid fuck the living hell out of her. In reality, he didn’t last long, but it seemed like an eternity to us. He buried what he could and let loose all he had inside her. His slim ass is shaking, and he’s making this strange moaning sound. You could sense his palpable relief of finally scoring some pussy.”
“But he wasn’t done. He pulls out that huge ass hammer of his, and slaps it up against her tummy. He clubbed her with it like a baseball bat. It was soaked, at least the portion she had taken inside her little body. I couldn’t see any woman being able to take the entire thing. He let it hang between his legs, and both Bud and I uttered “Holy Shit!” in unison. It was so bloated and long, it was just few inches above his knees, and he’s got these long skinny legs, and we’re seeing it from the side. Besides that, it’s ungodly beautiful, and I would never say that about another man’s cock, but it was. Succulent, incredibly masculine, thickly veined, sloppy huge, with a pinkish, fresh like hue, it swayed underneath him, heavy, perfect. We couldn’t imagine what she was seeing, and how god awful massive it must appear, she had a front row seat. Confronted by this monstrous fucking thing had to be intimidating beyond belief.”
“She needed a timeout, but he was raring to go. Her protests began, but soon withered as be began to ease that huge thing inside her for another ride. To this day, I have no idea where she put it. She took a whole lot of that solid fat dick. He appeared bigger than the first time, if that was even possible. Soon, she’s going crazy on the end of it. He lasted much longer, giving her a break now and again. Bud and I had a side view of that fucking thing as he pulled out, and held it out to her. She barely had to move, she would lean in, her little mouth would suck the end, her hands appeared so small as she worked the incredible length with long strokes. The thickness is what got me. No single hand of hers could come close to closing around it. The mass of this thing was sickening.”
“So, Bud cautiously walks through her little front yard, and over to an open window and looks in. Now, I’m still on the street, and I hear him utter “Jesus Christ!” as he moves his head around for a better look. I started to move in, wondering what the hell he’s looking at, since I can see how big his eyes had become, and simply the tone of his voice. Inside, this little senorita is in shock, it wasn’t over Bud’s crying out, it’s what’s sticking out from this skinny kid. He’s hung, and hung huge, Bud looks back at me with wide eyes as I’m walking up. Saying out loud … “You gotta see this shit.”
“Now, I just imagine what Bud has seen, I haven’t seen it for myself yet, but I hear our girl Friday going on and on in her own language, her broken English long gone, and I can tell from the tone, that something is riling her up. I can see it in Bud’s unblinking stare as he moves aside a bit for me to take a gander at whatever is going on in there, and I am stunned. Our skinny friend has a cock so long and fat, that I immediately feel belittled and threatened. It appeared as long as my forearm and thick, and she was pushing back at him, as he lined up this massive fat stick of his to fuck her with it. She got her broken English back, hoping it would slow him down.”
“She somehow regained her composure, probably due to self-preservation, and with it, her broken English started up again, so she could utter “You horse dick. You horse dick. You stop. You stop. You too big. You too big!” Everything she cried out was repeated exactly twice. The kid was tipsy from drinking, a virgin, and since he was with a ‘pro’, something I doubt he could find in the fields in Kansas, or back at basic, he was more than ready to go, he sure as hell an abundance of equipment, and he must figure, if she’s a pro, then she’s good to go.”
“The booze had torn away his inhibitions, and he wasn’t going to be denied, he was going to use this huge fucking thing of his, and use it now, nothing was going to stand in his way. You could see the damn thing was thicker than his own arm, super heavy. She was right, It was a horse dick. Both Bud and I were shocked. We never expected anything like that, not from this nerdy skinny farm kid.”
“Should we go in? Stop him? Jesus, he could rip her in two with that damn thing. He’s drunk, he’s a fucking monster, when does it become rape? We gotta do something.” Said Bud, as I nodded, and we began to move, we don’t need the hassle, nor cause an international incident. We had just opened the door, when she went silent, and just as we both stuck in our heads, and peered inside towards her little living room, her hands were up, but not to stop him, but to slowly guide him, and caution him.”
“Somehow, incredibly, he entered her with that huge fucking thing. As impossible as it seemed, he had placed in the head and few inches of that giant dick of his into her. I had seen John Holmes movies, and this kid was both longer and thicker. It was a surreal union, he completely stretched her out, she was impaled. How he managed it, or she handled even a portion of it, I’ll never know.”
“Apparently, it didn’t matter how small she was, somehow she took it, her arms were stretched out all the way, her hands on his chest. She composed herself and asked him to leave it there, then after a minute or two, to slowly pull it out. “I adjust. I adjust. Give me time. Give me time. You horse cock fucker, too big than regular.” When he did pull free, the head was hanging dreadfully far past the halfway point of his skinny legs. It was mutant, a true third leg. Balls were big too, the left one hung lower than the right. Even so, the head of his cock hung far beneath his balls, much too far, and much like Anna’s son Rowan. But I doubt, not as long, nor as fat as Rowan appears to be. But I Robbie wasn’t far off.”
“She was left gaping. I had never seen inside a woman before, not like that, that damn cock of his was wet on the end, and swaying around like a tree limb, and kind of bouncing. Soon enough she was motioning for him to place it back in. No hesitation from her this time. No protection, but it was too late for that, besides, it was so long and thick, it would be like placing a thimble on the end of your big toe, I doubt a normal condom would fit. Robbie was that enormous.”
“He grasped that thick thing, and awkwardly lined up that heavy dick of his, and incredibly slid it in. No exaggeration, it didn’t take long, she went crazy on the end of that hideously fat thing. The stretch must have been mind blowing. I think that’s what was setting her off. It was so damn thick and veiny. He kept pushing forward, as she would attempt to retreat further up that big couch of hers, but he would grab her and pull her to the edge, and keep plugging that fat thing in deeper and deeper.”
“We headed back outside, it felt wrong to be watching from inside, so we went back to the window. Even from outside, we could hear it ripping into her. Each thrust, turning that little thing inside out. The lips of her pussy would fold in, then reappear, and she’s into it, really into it, it was scary, she’s fucking loving it. She’s not acting. She’s cumming almost constantly, moaning, thrashing about, sometimes screaming, and damn, did that kid fuck the living hell out of her. In reality, he didn’t last long, but it seemed like an eternity to us. He buried what he could and let loose all he had inside her. His slim ass is shaking, and he’s making this strange moaning sound. You could sense his palpable relief of finally scoring some pussy.”
“But he wasn’t done. He pulls out that huge ass hammer of his, and slaps it up against her tummy. He clubbed her with it like a baseball bat. It was soaked, at least the portion she had taken inside her little body. I couldn’t see any woman being able to take the entire thing. He let it hang between his legs, and both Bud and I uttered “Holy Shit!” in unison. It was so bloated and long, it was just few inches above his knees, and he’s got these long skinny legs, and we’re seeing it from the side. Besides that, it’s ungodly beautiful, and I would never say that about another man’s cock, but it was. Succulent, incredibly masculine, thickly veined, sloppy huge, with a pinkish, fresh like hue, it swayed underneath him, heavy, perfect. We couldn’t imagine what she was seeing, and how god awful massive it must appear, she had a front row seat. Confronted by this monstrous fucking thing had to be intimidating beyond belief.”
“She needed a timeout, but he was raring to go. Her protests began, but soon withered as be began to ease that huge thing inside her for another ride. To this day, I have no idea where she put it. She took a whole lot of that solid fat dick. He appeared bigger than the first time, if that was even possible. Soon, she’s going crazy on the end of it. He lasted much longer, giving her a break now and again. Bud and I had a side view of that fucking thing as he pulled out, and held it out to her. She barely had to move, she would lean in, her little mouth would suck the end, her hands appeared so small as she worked the incredible length with long strokes. The thickness is what got me. No single hand of hers could come close to closing around it. The mass of this thing was sickening.”
“This went on for … I guess, for almost 20 minutes. Fuck, pull out, suck, repeat, and each time, Bud and I are aghast at how massive his cock remains. Finally, after all this repeated suck and fuck, he pulls out, that huge hammer of his slung out, and swung between his legs, so big you could grab hold and swing on the damn thing. He was ready, obviously, for his size never appeared greater, as he gathered it in both his hands and jetted a load that matched, and exceeded the size of his huge wang.”
“I could not understand why he had to be so big. It physically hurt me how fucking huge he was hung. I didn’t feel sorry for him. I wanted to be hung like that. I wanted a cock exactly that same size, and exact same look. It was incredible. He worked that massive fat slab with both hands, milking it towards the huge flared head as his load began to dribble then stop as his hands milked out every last morsel, he even whipped it a bit, to shake loose the last little bits. She’s laying back all glassy eyed. Exhausted by the pummeling he had given her. I’m sure she had a lot of experience, but never from someone equipped to this extent.”
“I doubt she ever expected to see a geeky tall freak be equipped with a horse dick, then on top of it all, bring all that out of her. She was exhausted, and she fucking loved it, she basked in it, covered in his huge load, it leaked and dribbled over most of her body, it was even leaking from her little pussy. I can still see and feel his pride, as let go his monstrous prick and let it swing underneath his skinny body. He kept staring at her, for her eyes told you everything you had to know. She was hypnotized by that gargantuan tool of his. Spellbound. He got off on her reactions, they were genuine. He destroyed a prostitute, made her cum multiple times, he tore that shit up, it was complete domination, total, complete, thorough annihilation.”
”Maybe it was the moment, you know, the finally lost his virginity, he’s a still a little buzzed, he finally realizes he’s not some freak, and that his huge dick is actually powerful, and this realization is empowering him, spurring him on, and with hardly any hesitation, he’s coming in at her, and taking her ankles in his hands, and adjusting her body so he can line up that fat horse cock of his, and enter her again. Both Bud and I were exhausted watching him, but there he was, inserting, and fucking her with his titanic hammer a third fucking time. As tired and abused she surely must have been. She closed her eyes, grabbed a hold the blanket over her couch, and clutched it in a death grip, as he began to pound her senseless.”
“She was screaming, she was getting loopy, she would simmer and shake, go limp, it would be dead quiet, except for the flexing and squeaking of her floor, and the couch occasionally sliding on the floor from the force of his relentless pounding, then she would slowly come out it, her head rolling from side to side, as the volume of her voice would rise and fall again. I swear this kid was making up for lost time. He had her hips raised off that couch she was on, and held her legs wide with an ankle in each hand. Both Bud and I were amazed at how she took it. Nearly the whole damn thing. He was relentless, he pounded her like the whore she was, delivering the fuck of her life, and she had seen and experienced plenty, but not like this, not like this.”
“I don’t mean it in a bad way. She was a prostitute, but I suspect, she never enjoyed anyone as much as she did him. He gave her enough meat to equal a months worth of ‘John’s’. Finally, after nutting another load deep inside her, his ass clenching, his whole body ridge, as that horse cock of his let loose a final time. The point of entry was incredible. His thickness, and how hard it appeared. I fully expected her to bleed out. His cock was a bludgeon, a long fat flesh baseball bat. The whole damn episode should’ve been recorded for posterity.”
“When he relaxed and finally pulled out that fucking thing, it was incredibly thick, and fully distended, it hung so heavy, a huge weight pulling down over his big balls. It was gigantic, and I don’t use that word lightly. I have no idea how long, nor thick it was, but I almost felt sorry for him. He required a ‘pro’, no normal woman would dare take him on, that’s how much meat he was packing. One thing I came to realize during this entire event. His left nut hung down much lower than the right. Probably forced lower by the size and heft of his other big nut, and the gigantic dick that draped over both those big hangers. I found out later, that his package was enormous even when soft. If he were gay, he could charge whatever he wanted. He was already a locker room legend.”
“Bud and I were speechless. He easily had more cock than the both of us put together. He asked her if she liked it, and if he was her biggest. Come on. He had to know he was. He had to know he was monster huge. He was so damn proud of it. He milked that damn thing the entire time he stood in front of her, and damned if it didn’t remain hard. She answered to the affirmative to all his questions. She told him ‘You stud. Horse hung stud. Beeggest ever. Beegest I ever see, ever ever see.’”
“Bud and I slinked back. I have to tell you. We were both hard as rocks. I was ashamed of my size. This punk kid was packing an ungodly huge cock, and I wanted it to be mine. I was jealous, filled with anxiety, bordering on hatred for my situation. I wanted to be hung like that. We waited outside for a time, but he hadn’t yet come out, so we went back to the window. Couldn’t believe what we saw next. She had that fucking meat stick in both her little hands, milking it into her little mouth. She could barely fit in the head, as her hands blurred over the damn thing. Slowing, then removing her mouth, allowing us to see it from the side, completely in the open. Holy shit. How could he maintain that damn thing for so long? It was his turn for his head to turn side to side, as she tortured, and worshipped that fucking enraged thing.”
“It was fucking enormous. That’s why I didn’t react the way you might have expected when you showed the pictures Kat had taken of Rowan’s huge cock. I had seen something all too similar before. I cringed inside, knowing that if our daughter liked it, there would be no turning back, but there was nothing we could do. We’re powerless to stop it. I had prior experience, a lesson I learned long ago, about the indisputable invisible power that some extremely endowed men carry with them.”
“Later, we found out the group he came in with knew of his size. He was a legend in basic. He was approached by the gay members of his unit, but he was straight, and in fact, he was a virgin. He was ‘saving’ himself for his one true love. Some girl that probably didn’t care for him, nor knew he ever existed, some ‘dream girl’ from his high school that wouldn’t give him the time of day. Hell, get the kid a little drunk, and all that went out the window. So much for saving himself. That punk had enough dick to satisfy his entire high school, both sexes.”
“I can still see and hear her slurping up and down that giant cock of his. Her spit was dripping from it, her little hands slick with it, her mouth was all messed up from the thickness, her pussy was still leaking, he had opened her up something terrible, she would also stop and massage her jaw, recover, then go at it again. He was cocky, he got arrogant, the more she worked that damn thing, the more he understood the power he wielded. It haunts me to this day. She was worshipping that damn thing, lashing it towards a size of an elephants, as Bud and I stood outside like little boys, watching her torture that thing to an enormous stance, watching him lord over her.”
“I could not understand why he had to be so big. It physically hurt me how fucking huge he was hung. I didn’t feel sorry for him. I wanted to be hung like that. I wanted a cock exactly that same size, and exact same look. It was incredible. He worked that massive fat slab with both hands, milking it towards the huge flared head as his load began to dribble then stop as his hands milked out every last morsel, he even whipped it a bit, to shake loose the last little bits. She’s laying back all glassy eyed. Exhausted by the pummeling he had given her. I’m sure she had a lot of experience, but never from someone equipped to this extent.”
“I doubt she ever expected to see a geeky tall freak be equipped with a horse dick, then on top of it all, bring all that out of her. She was exhausted, and she fucking loved it, she basked in it, covered in his huge load, it leaked and dribbled over most of her body, it was even leaking from her little pussy. I can still see and feel his pride, as let go his monstrous prick and let it swing underneath his skinny body. He kept staring at her, for her eyes told you everything you had to know. She was hypnotized by that gargantuan tool of his. Spellbound. He got off on her reactions, they were genuine. He destroyed a prostitute, made her cum multiple times, he tore that shit up, it was complete domination, total, complete, thorough annihilation.”
”Maybe it was the moment, you know, the finally lost his virginity, he’s a still a little buzzed, he finally realizes he’s not some freak, and that his huge dick is actually powerful, and this realization is empowering him, spurring him on, and with hardly any hesitation, he’s coming in at her, and taking her ankles in his hands, and adjusting her body so he can line up that fat horse cock of his, and enter her again. Both Bud and I were exhausted watching him, but there he was, inserting, and fucking her with his titanic hammer a third fucking time. As tired and abused she surely must have been. She closed her eyes, grabbed a hold the blanket over her couch, and clutched it in a death grip, as he began to pound her senseless.”
“She was screaming, she was getting loopy, she would simmer and shake, go limp, it would be dead quiet, except for the flexing and squeaking of her floor, and the couch occasionally sliding on the floor from the force of his relentless pounding, then she would slowly come out it, her head rolling from side to side, as the volume of her voice would rise and fall again. I swear this kid was making up for lost time. He had her hips raised off that couch she was on, and held her legs wide with an ankle in each hand. Both Bud and I were amazed at how she took it. Nearly the whole damn thing. He was relentless, he pounded her like the whore she was, delivering the fuck of her life, and she had seen and experienced plenty, but not like this, not like this.”
“I don’t mean it in a bad way. She was a prostitute, but I suspect, she never enjoyed anyone as much as she did him. He gave her enough meat to equal a months worth of ‘John’s’. Finally, after nutting another load deep inside her, his ass clenching, his whole body ridge, as that horse cock of his let loose a final time. The point of entry was incredible. His thickness, and how hard it appeared. I fully expected her to bleed out. His cock was a bludgeon, a long fat flesh baseball bat. The whole damn episode should’ve been recorded for posterity.”
“When he relaxed and finally pulled out that fucking thing, it was incredibly thick, and fully distended, it hung so heavy, a huge weight pulling down over his big balls. It was gigantic, and I don’t use that word lightly. I have no idea how long, nor thick it was, but I almost felt sorry for him. He required a ‘pro’, no normal woman would dare take him on, that’s how much meat he was packing. One thing I came to realize during this entire event. His left nut hung down much lower than the right. Probably forced lower by the size and heft of his other big nut, and the gigantic dick that draped over both those big hangers. I found out later, that his package was enormous even when soft. If he were gay, he could charge whatever he wanted. He was already a locker room legend.”
“Bud and I were speechless. He easily had more cock than the both of us put together. He asked her if she liked it, and if he was her biggest. Come on. He had to know he was. He had to know he was monster huge. He was so damn proud of it. He milked that damn thing the entire time he stood in front of her, and damned if it didn’t remain hard. She answered to the affirmative to all his questions. She told him ‘You stud. Horse hung stud. Beeggest ever. Beegest I ever see, ever ever see.’”
“Bud and I slinked back. I have to tell you. We were both hard as rocks. I was ashamed of my size. This punk kid was packing an ungodly huge cock, and I wanted it to be mine. I was jealous, filled with anxiety, bordering on hatred for my situation. I wanted to be hung like that. We waited outside for a time, but he hadn’t yet come out, so we went back to the window. Couldn’t believe what we saw next. She had that fucking meat stick in both her little hands, milking it into her little mouth. She could barely fit in the head, as her hands blurred over the damn thing. Slowing, then removing her mouth, allowing us to see it from the side, completely in the open. Holy shit. How could he maintain that damn thing for so long? It was his turn for his head to turn side to side, as she tortured, and worshipped that fucking enraged thing.”
“It was fucking enormous. That’s why I didn’t react the way you might have expected when you showed the pictures Kat had taken of Rowan’s huge cock. I had seen something all too similar before. I cringed inside, knowing that if our daughter liked it, there would be no turning back, but there was nothing we could do. We’re powerless to stop it. I had prior experience, a lesson I learned long ago, about the indisputable invisible power that some extremely endowed men carry with them.”
“Later, we found out the group he came in with knew of his size. He was a legend in basic. He was approached by the gay members of his unit, but he was straight, and in fact, he was a virgin. He was ‘saving’ himself for his one true love. Some girl that probably didn’t care for him, nor knew he ever existed, some ‘dream girl’ from his high school that wouldn’t give him the time of day. Hell, get the kid a little drunk, and all that went out the window. So much for saving himself. That punk had enough dick to satisfy his entire high school, both sexes.”
“I can still see and hear her slurping up and down that giant cock of his. Her spit was dripping from it, her little hands slick with it, her mouth was all messed up from the thickness, her pussy was still leaking, he had opened her up something terrible, she would also stop and massage her jaw, recover, then go at it again. He was cocky, he got arrogant, the more she worked that damn thing, the more he understood the power he wielded. It haunts me to this day. She was worshipping that damn thing, lashing it towards a size of an elephants, as Bud and I stood outside like little boys, watching her torture that thing to an enormous stance, watching him lord over her.”
“I doubt anything else existed to her, just his dick, his ever present, unrelenting dick, and her unquestioning, borderline sickening admiration for his mammoth fully engorged tool. Bud and I thought to leave, but I think we both went over the ‘leaving’ part, to remove any doubt within ourselves whether this whole thing had gone ‘gay’, but when would we ever see anything like this again? We got past those fears, the fear we didn’t acknowledge, and decided to go inside, what were we ‘pussy’s?’ We made the excuse we were thirsty, neither of us willing to admit we wanted to see that monstrous dick of his up close. We went into her place, into her little kitchen and helped ourselves to her beer, while that skinny shit allowed her the honor of servicing his huge ass dick.”
“Both Bud and I came in, sitting in the opposing couch, as she knelt at his feet, and went after that monstrous thing with both her hands, her mouth slurping, sucking and biting along the entire length of it. My God, it soared so high, it was so fucking unimaginably monstrous, and from our vantage point, it was even with his nipples. Hell, I can’t reach my navel, but not ‘Robby’, he was gigantic. That damn thing soared and towered over this little woman.”
“She went down and began to work over his balls, while that huge cock of his pulsed over his weak chest. He was so skinny, it made his long and fat dick appear totally out of place. The irony of it all, Bud and I were in the room with ‘it’, sitting in the couch just opposite. A mere few feet away, as she labored over that enormous fucking ‘thing’. All involved, were in complete, shell shocked awe of the damn thing.”
“Her attention, and his sheer size was shocking. It began to inflate further, both Bud and I could swear he added another inch, if not more. He should be spent, but it was our skinny shit’s turn to moan, and scream in near agony, as his mammoth cock was driven to its utmost. That little senorita worked that giant dick to a hardness and size that had Robbie squinting in pain. It had become dark in color, it looked so hard, she had lashed it towards a size that his slim body shouldn’t be able to maintain.”
“I didn’t have enough cock for two hands let alone three, but his wide hands came in and began to stroke that fucker with long slow strokes as she sucked upon the huge head, and when he pulled it up, it appeared to reach for the damn ceiling.”
“Bud had a stain in his pants, he was rubbing it out, I sat there hard as rock, sipping my beer, and unconsciously sucking on the end of the bottle as if it were the end of Robbie’s cock. I caught myself in time, at least I hope so. I don’t think Bud noticed. After all, the real show was directly in front, agonizingly close. You have no fucking idea. She would lick, suck, and kiss along the huge thing, and rub her tits and body over it, get up and rub her pussy along that fat stick. It was fucking incredible.”
“I still can’t believe what I saw, and I was sitting right there, as this skinny punks cock let loose it’s final load. His little whore appeared so small next to it. Both Bud and I were trying to see the totality of it, as he began to cum. It shot straight up, two, three feet high, like a geyser, with all this pulsing, moaning, and indescribable improbability in front of us, he let loose a titanic load. It was like a super soaker the kids used to have. She came along with him, she hopped up and began to rub her cunny up along the fucking thing, hugging him. Rubbing one off while his huge prick painfully pulsed. I never heard him swear before, but that quiet kid let loose.”
“He didn’t mind one bit that we sat there watching his giant cock being serviced. I think he rather liked showing it off. He had more than enough. Both his hands were clenched in fists as he came that last time, as she milked, and sucked every last drop from his gigantic cock. His shallow chest was heaving as she finally let it go, allowing it to pulse over his shallow chest for all to see. Epic. The whole world would gasp if they saw it. It was perfect. Perfectly shaped, perfectly huge, enraged and engorged beyond anything I had ever seen before.”
“Then, it was suddenly over. There was this spooky vibe, surreal, as she kissed up and down his spent prick. It was like coming down from the highest high. A pall began to settle over the room, even as she sucked on his nipples, and kissed his face and neck, and all the while, she kept gyrating her hips in little circles upon his leg. Her hands slowly moved up and down that spent fat dick of his. I have to admit, it was the most erotic moment of my life, and I merely watched it happen.”
“Bud and I were reduced to trolls. Hiding in plain sight, watching, as the largest imaginable cock laid waste a seasoned prostitute. So much for his first time. He had her respect, he had her period, he owned her. He delivered the goods better than any before, or since. I was hurt. I realized I could never do that to a woman. Not even close. Worse, he knew it too. He didn’t mind that Bud and I sat there. He rather liked that two men, both of higher rank, were bested, run over and pummeled just like his little senorita. He even pushed her aside so the both of us could see his huge shrinking prick fall down the side of his chest, and retreat between his legs. It hung off the edge of the couch, still inches longer, and much thicker than either Bud nor I could fathom.”
He asked her …
“ Am I your biggest?”
“Si?” Was her heartfelt reply.
“Your best?” His second short question, already knowing her answers to all he might ask.
“Si?” She replied breathlessly, her little hands moving in to rub up and down and all around his still fatally swollen prick.
“To every question he asked, she chimed in si, si, si. He just had to hear her say it, he wanted us to hear it, he needed positive reinforcement, and he needed it repeated as often as possible. As if any man could come close to what he carried. There was a quiet smugness about him now, an aura of supreme superiority. I’m not sure if Bud went back to watch him in action again, but I do know, that by the time he left, I doubt that a single enlisted man, nor NCO didn’t tag along to watch him pound his little senorita into oblivion. He may have been a virgin when he left Kansas, but he was a stud beyond reproach when he left Panama.”
“You see. There was this undeniable power there. A force, invisible, but definitely there, without challenge. It took seeing it up close, smelling it, experiencing it, to fully understand it. Both Bud and I never looked at that silent skinny man the same way again. No matter how he might appear on the surface. That ‘kid’, with the boys name ‘Robby’, was a force of nature, a force to be reckoned with. He walked prouder, more firmly, a calm suddenly seemed to infest his demeanor, his entire being.”
“Bud and I watched him pull up his pants, and the damn thing had barely retreated. He looked at her, looking for her to say something, and it was like we all got it, all at once. It was heartfelt, and so eerie and creepy to hear her say it in broken English. “You best ever stud. Horse hung. Never forget you. You come back anytime. I do free … I do free … I do free.” It was so strange, how subservient she had become. Eliminated was any pretense of control. She was bewitched, like a spell had been cast over her. The kid packed up, and limped towards the door. We got back to base past curfew. No one said a word the whole walk home, but for Bud and I, all we could picture was this ‘kids’ mammoth juicy prick. Bud and I never spoke of it again. I jerked off when I got to my bunk. I couldn’t help it. It was the most outlandish, and sexually arousing thing I had ever witnessed. None of us expected that, who would’a thought? From ‘Robbie’? A monster cock? With huge balls to match? No fucking way.”
Said Taylor, finishing his glass, his story over, casually looking towards Allison, whose raging nipples told him all he needed to know.
Allison was along for the ride the whole time. She was into it. She had harkened back to Thomas, and how sexually smitten she had been in his presence, and the unforgettable, surreal feeling of being taken by a muscled stud, with a long fat juicy cock. How deliciously sinful, naughty, revealing, enlightening, and carefree the whole experience had been, and how fulfilling, to have a thick dick go deeper, with infinitely more stretch than anyone previously in her life. To be ‘opened’ up. Truly, significantly fucked.
“You ahhh … you wanna go?” Asked Taylor motioning to the bedroom. Allison nodded yes. Her own huge cock secret still concealed, never to be revealed. Later, as her husband’s average penis was laid into her, just as it had been, for so many years and times before, she fondly slipped back to Thomas, and his mammoth fat cock, and to the imagery her husband provided of ‘Robby’, the tall, skinny drink of water with a ‘boys’ name, and a horse dick. Allison hadn’t come that hard in years. Nor had her husband spoken to her in that manner ever before. Allison rather liked it, and hoped he had other stories to tell.
After they finished, they could hear their youngest come into the house. Natalie, started the shower, as Allison broke the silence.
“It really hurt you didn’t it?” She asked, as Taylor lay back, disturbed that revisiting the enormous cock Robby possessed still pained him. He wished he were even half that size.
“You mean Robbies size? Yes. Yes, it did. In a way it still does. I felt, less than a man. I didn’t like it. I had never felt that way before. I guess it doesn’t take a man to understand just how unsettling, and emasculating it would be, to see a man equipped like that. Your greatest fear is that your wife, or daughters might come across someone like that. What it could do to them. The damage it could cause. As for Rowan … hell, by now, seemingly everybody knows he’s hung huge. Surely, Page probably did before she went out with him. If I learned anything from this, the one thing I can take away from it, is that you’re powerless to stop it. If it’s going to happen, it will happen. You can’t control, the uncontrollable.”
“Rowan is a force. Only time will tell if Page tires of him, or becomes ensnarled in his grip. A man like that takes, and if he choses to hold, and not let go, then there is no coming back, unless he relinquishes such control. I’ve seen that type of power first hand. It is earth shattering, soul bending, and bites into the very essence of your being. Page is smart. She can have anyone she chooses. If she ends up choosing him, loving him, then that’s how it shall be. We can never hope to break that spell, or bond, for if we attempt to break them apart … we will lose her.”
“I doubt anyone who went to that whore’s house to witness Robbie in action left the same as they went in. You couldn’t. Not after seeing the sheer size, and the clearly monstrous, mountainous results he could deliver. He sent that poor thing off like no other, and I doubt she was the only one. He took something from me and Bud that night. Intangible, but tangible, all the same. You may gone along on that journey as a lark, but it affected you. No matter how much you might try to deny it, it affected you.”
Allison heard, she understood. Her daughter had been with him, with ‘it,’ for over 48 hours straight. She remembered the solid hold her massively endowed Thomas had over her, and how quickly she succumbed to him. For her, it was a matter of only an hour or two. God help her daughter, and her family, for after 48 hours, and more, Page was surely, and soundly, deep into the rabbit hole. Her journey, only beginning, but likely fatal, and final. Whether she knew it or not. Page Elizabeth McCloud, would never be the same. To all concerned, this permanent reality was settling in. Nothing could be done, nothing at all.
“Both Bud and I came in, sitting in the opposing couch, as she knelt at his feet, and went after that monstrous thing with both her hands, her mouth slurping, sucking and biting along the entire length of it. My God, it soared so high, it was so fucking unimaginably monstrous, and from our vantage point, it was even with his nipples. Hell, I can’t reach my navel, but not ‘Robby’, he was gigantic. That damn thing soared and towered over this little woman.”
“She went down and began to work over his balls, while that huge cock of his pulsed over his weak chest. He was so skinny, it made his long and fat dick appear totally out of place. The irony of it all, Bud and I were in the room with ‘it’, sitting in the couch just opposite. A mere few feet away, as she labored over that enormous fucking ‘thing’. All involved, were in complete, shell shocked awe of the damn thing.”
“Her attention, and his sheer size was shocking. It began to inflate further, both Bud and I could swear he added another inch, if not more. He should be spent, but it was our skinny shit’s turn to moan, and scream in near agony, as his mammoth cock was driven to its utmost. That little senorita worked that giant dick to a hardness and size that had Robbie squinting in pain. It had become dark in color, it looked so hard, she had lashed it towards a size that his slim body shouldn’t be able to maintain.”
“I didn’t have enough cock for two hands let alone three, but his wide hands came in and began to stroke that fucker with long slow strokes as she sucked upon the huge head, and when he pulled it up, it appeared to reach for the damn ceiling.”
“Bud had a stain in his pants, he was rubbing it out, I sat there hard as rock, sipping my beer, and unconsciously sucking on the end of the bottle as if it were the end of Robbie’s cock. I caught myself in time, at least I hope so. I don’t think Bud noticed. After all, the real show was directly in front, agonizingly close. You have no fucking idea. She would lick, suck, and kiss along the huge thing, and rub her tits and body over it, get up and rub her pussy along that fat stick. It was fucking incredible.”
“I still can’t believe what I saw, and I was sitting right there, as this skinny punks cock let loose it’s final load. His little whore appeared so small next to it. Both Bud and I were trying to see the totality of it, as he began to cum. It shot straight up, two, three feet high, like a geyser, with all this pulsing, moaning, and indescribable improbability in front of us, he let loose a titanic load. It was like a super soaker the kids used to have. She came along with him, she hopped up and began to rub her cunny up along the fucking thing, hugging him. Rubbing one off while his huge prick painfully pulsed. I never heard him swear before, but that quiet kid let loose.”
“He didn’t mind one bit that we sat there watching his giant cock being serviced. I think he rather liked showing it off. He had more than enough. Both his hands were clenched in fists as he came that last time, as she milked, and sucked every last drop from his gigantic cock. His shallow chest was heaving as she finally let it go, allowing it to pulse over his shallow chest for all to see. Epic. The whole world would gasp if they saw it. It was perfect. Perfectly shaped, perfectly huge, enraged and engorged beyond anything I had ever seen before.”
“Then, it was suddenly over. There was this spooky vibe, surreal, as she kissed up and down his spent prick. It was like coming down from the highest high. A pall began to settle over the room, even as she sucked on his nipples, and kissed his face and neck, and all the while, she kept gyrating her hips in little circles upon his leg. Her hands slowly moved up and down that spent fat dick of his. I have to admit, it was the most erotic moment of my life, and I merely watched it happen.”
“Bud and I were reduced to trolls. Hiding in plain sight, watching, as the largest imaginable cock laid waste a seasoned prostitute. So much for his first time. He had her respect, he had her period, he owned her. He delivered the goods better than any before, or since. I was hurt. I realized I could never do that to a woman. Not even close. Worse, he knew it too. He didn’t mind that Bud and I sat there. He rather liked that two men, both of higher rank, were bested, run over and pummeled just like his little senorita. He even pushed her aside so the both of us could see his huge shrinking prick fall down the side of his chest, and retreat between his legs. It hung off the edge of the couch, still inches longer, and much thicker than either Bud nor I could fathom.”
He asked her …
“ Am I your biggest?”
“Si?” Was her heartfelt reply.
“Your best?” His second short question, already knowing her answers to all he might ask.
“Si?” She replied breathlessly, her little hands moving in to rub up and down and all around his still fatally swollen prick.
“To every question he asked, she chimed in si, si, si. He just had to hear her say it, he wanted us to hear it, he needed positive reinforcement, and he needed it repeated as often as possible. As if any man could come close to what he carried. There was a quiet smugness about him now, an aura of supreme superiority. I’m not sure if Bud went back to watch him in action again, but I do know, that by the time he left, I doubt that a single enlisted man, nor NCO didn’t tag along to watch him pound his little senorita into oblivion. He may have been a virgin when he left Kansas, but he was a stud beyond reproach when he left Panama.”
“You see. There was this undeniable power there. A force, invisible, but definitely there, without challenge. It took seeing it up close, smelling it, experiencing it, to fully understand it. Both Bud and I never looked at that silent skinny man the same way again. No matter how he might appear on the surface. That ‘kid’, with the boys name ‘Robby’, was a force of nature, a force to be reckoned with. He walked prouder, more firmly, a calm suddenly seemed to infest his demeanor, his entire being.”
“Bud and I watched him pull up his pants, and the damn thing had barely retreated. He looked at her, looking for her to say something, and it was like we all got it, all at once. It was heartfelt, and so eerie and creepy to hear her say it in broken English. “You best ever stud. Horse hung. Never forget you. You come back anytime. I do free … I do free … I do free.” It was so strange, how subservient she had become. Eliminated was any pretense of control. She was bewitched, like a spell had been cast over her. The kid packed up, and limped towards the door. We got back to base past curfew. No one said a word the whole walk home, but for Bud and I, all we could picture was this ‘kids’ mammoth juicy prick. Bud and I never spoke of it again. I jerked off when I got to my bunk. I couldn’t help it. It was the most outlandish, and sexually arousing thing I had ever witnessed. None of us expected that, who would’a thought? From ‘Robbie’? A monster cock? With huge balls to match? No fucking way.”
Said Taylor, finishing his glass, his story over, casually looking towards Allison, whose raging nipples told him all he needed to know.
Allison was along for the ride the whole time. She was into it. She had harkened back to Thomas, and how sexually smitten she had been in his presence, and the unforgettable, surreal feeling of being taken by a muscled stud, with a long fat juicy cock. How deliciously sinful, naughty, revealing, enlightening, and carefree the whole experience had been, and how fulfilling, to have a thick dick go deeper, with infinitely more stretch than anyone previously in her life. To be ‘opened’ up. Truly, significantly fucked.
“You ahhh … you wanna go?” Asked Taylor motioning to the bedroom. Allison nodded yes. Her own huge cock secret still concealed, never to be revealed. Later, as her husband’s average penis was laid into her, just as it had been, for so many years and times before, she fondly slipped back to Thomas, and his mammoth fat cock, and to the imagery her husband provided of ‘Robby’, the tall, skinny drink of water with a ‘boys’ name, and a horse dick. Allison hadn’t come that hard in years. Nor had her husband spoken to her in that manner ever before. Allison rather liked it, and hoped he had other stories to tell.
After they finished, they could hear their youngest come into the house. Natalie, started the shower, as Allison broke the silence.
“It really hurt you didn’t it?” She asked, as Taylor lay back, disturbed that revisiting the enormous cock Robby possessed still pained him. He wished he were even half that size.
“You mean Robbies size? Yes. Yes, it did. In a way it still does. I felt, less than a man. I didn’t like it. I had never felt that way before. I guess it doesn’t take a man to understand just how unsettling, and emasculating it would be, to see a man equipped like that. Your greatest fear is that your wife, or daughters might come across someone like that. What it could do to them. The damage it could cause. As for Rowan … hell, by now, seemingly everybody knows he’s hung huge. Surely, Page probably did before she went out with him. If I learned anything from this, the one thing I can take away from it, is that you’re powerless to stop it. If it’s going to happen, it will happen. You can’t control, the uncontrollable.”
“Rowan is a force. Only time will tell if Page tires of him, or becomes ensnarled in his grip. A man like that takes, and if he choses to hold, and not let go, then there is no coming back, unless he relinquishes such control. I’ve seen that type of power first hand. It is earth shattering, soul bending, and bites into the very essence of your being. Page is smart. She can have anyone she chooses. If she ends up choosing him, loving him, then that’s how it shall be. We can never hope to break that spell, or bond, for if we attempt to break them apart … we will lose her.”
“I doubt anyone who went to that whore’s house to witness Robbie in action left the same as they went in. You couldn’t. Not after seeing the sheer size, and the clearly monstrous, mountainous results he could deliver. He sent that poor thing off like no other, and I doubt she was the only one. He took something from me and Bud that night. Intangible, but tangible, all the same. You may gone along on that journey as a lark, but it affected you. No matter how much you might try to deny it, it affected you.”
Allison heard, she understood. Her daughter had been with him, with ‘it,’ for over 48 hours straight. She remembered the solid hold her massively endowed Thomas had over her, and how quickly she succumbed to him. For her, it was a matter of only an hour or two. God help her daughter, and her family, for after 48 hours, and more, Page was surely, and soundly, deep into the rabbit hole. Her journey, only beginning, but likely fatal, and final. Whether she knew it or not. Page Elizabeth McCloud, would never be the same. To all concerned, this permanent reality was settling in. Nothing could be done, nothing at all.
- MDM8,
I agree!! Great writing! And I will say “the Doctors visit” episode definitely puts things in perspective about how gargantuan Rowan’s cock is, as the doctors admit that it’s the biggest they’re ever going to see!
(And yet it’s “only” 11 inches which does illustrate how silly all of the fantasy stories with 12” and 14” cocks bigger than a baseball bat” really are!!) (and probably explains the fact that no one has still been able to win the 10” / $10k challenge!! It’s just like this fantasy huge cock of Rowan’s!!)) love the story though!
