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I shudder at the sickening turn of events. It’s unthinkable, that I admittingly enjoyed watching Rowan fuck my wife with his outlandishly oversized organ. What kind of sick father can sit back and watch this skinny fuck his daughters, and not find it repulsive? I found myself watching all three of my women being mauled by Rowan’s gargantuan prick over and over again. Inch after thick inch, tearing through each one of them, as they gave into the endless mind-altering pleasures his huge prong, and fat, wide, deep probing tongue provided.
Rowan had me. Bad enough he already ruled the bedroom. Now he had me cold. Recording him involved with multiple partners. Being abused, not limited to Joshua, but by the entire female portion of my household. What were his plans for Joshua if I supplied him with the video? I have many lawyer friends, surely, I can find a way around this. My original intention for recording him was to ensure Rowan was awakened, and not left to sleep too long. I never imagined anything like this. I never saw myself as a voyeur, nor ever capable of watching a man dominate my wife and daughters. Now, I know different.
I did watch, and I did enjoy it. I must be sick. But mostly, I enjoyed my bratty daughter Madison being taken. I watched Kendal submit to him, and sickly observed the methods he employed to dominate my wife. Hell, he took all of them, with nary a protest. What hidden charm did he provide? What else did this kid enjoy, beyond his huge prick and talented tongue?
I watched it again and again. I’ve never watched a man with a man before. Normally, it would sicken me. But I couldn’t believe how Joshua enticed a sleeping Rowan’s cock towards such enormous dimensions. Maybe, after years of women, and almost teetering on the edge of being bored with them, I suddenly found another man’s cock attractive? It so happens, that Rowan’s cock is ungodly huge, and intensely visually pleasing. Dare I say, a perfect penis? Both long and thick, savage, powerful, and it so happens, he lives under my roof at night, and whether I like it or not, at least until his father returns from Ukraine, or his unusual condition were to suddenly be cured, he is here to stay.
I arrived home to silence. Karen had left the house, leaving a note on the kitchen table that she had gone to a girlfriends for the night. The note also included an apology, but it meant little. Even if sincere, I had seen what Rowan could do to her in person. I had no retort, nor reply to what she was experiencing when with him. I couldn’t possibly compare, compete, nor begin to challenge Rowan. For Karen, it was the first time, at least that she knew of, that I had discovered she was cheating on me, but I had obviously known for some time.
I imagined calling one of my many lawyer friends, but how do I ask them? Do I admit I recorded a young, massively hung dork railing my wife, and daughters? Do I suggest it’s a request from a friend? This is a tricky legal area, filled with risk. How do I possibly go forward?
I pondered, running through the various scenarios, and as I did, one of my partners called. Roger had a lead on a new deal. I listened halfheartedly. We just closed a huge deal. I was mentally exhausted, drained from what was going on under my roof, I didn’t need the money, and I didn’t necessarily want to leave my home unattended. I visualized Rowan fucking, and enjoying all my women, and becoming master of my domain.
I wasn’t sure how any confrontation with my wife would be good for either of us. I could use the break from the constant tension of being in my own home. Rowan had left his taint on everything I love. I concluded on my own, that I couldn’t share the video of him being raped by Joshua. I was at a crossroads, and one path, could leave me on the road for a few weeks, allowing me the time to hammer out what I must do. I decided to leave. How much worse could it get? I mean really. He’s blasted his load into and on top of all my women. I can’t allow him to know I’ve been the one filming him.
Madison asked where mom had gone, and I made the usual excuses. Later that night, as I packed, I texted Karen, telling her I was leaving for Denver, to work on another deal with Roger. I explained I might be gone for a few weeks, and added, that I would miss seeing her and the girls. I thought, it would do us good. Sometimes, ‘thinking’ isn’t my best trait. I drove to Denver the next morning, just as Kendal was leaving for home.
It would be me whom would shake Rowan awake that morning. His cock was fucking hard, and huge, as I wondered why it was only happening on certain days. This time, he knew it would be me whom would awaken him. So why did he allow it to happen on this day? What was his secret? Did he have some control on which days it would happen? I wasn’t sure, but as I stood there, his huge prick jutting past the elastic band of his underwear, pointing directly towards his chin, it began to leak precum, and as I stared, almost imperceptibly, it slowly moved higher up his body, flexing, and filling out ever more. I quickly covered him, then shook him awake, and made a hasty retreat.
I had seen enough; I didn’t need to see anymore. I’ve already seen far too much. I could sense the odd vibe from Madison as she came down in her bathrobe to wish me goodbye. Rowan stayed upstairs, as my stomach fell, for I knew that Madison would take full advantage. She was alone with him. Both Karen and I were gone, and Kendal would be returning from college today for her summer break. What kind of father leaves his youngest daughter with a monster? Well? This one.
I got into the car, remembering how happy I was when we celebrated Madison’s nineteenth birthday. How things have changed. On her birthday, Madison left the house at around 9PM. She went to him. No amount of presents could match what skinny Rowan did to my daughters body and mind. She stumbled home nearly two hours later. Drunk on horse dick. Her birthday wish granted. Rowan arrived a half hour later, brimming with quiet, evil pride. One of the original sins, whilst another ‘sin’ lay alongside his left thigh. Abused, thick and disgusting. He had his mammoth organ buried in my daughter only moments earlier, and worse still, we both knew it, and now he comes here, to sleep it off. Disgusting.
Rowan had me. Bad enough he already ruled the bedroom. Now he had me cold. Recording him involved with multiple partners. Being abused, not limited to Joshua, but by the entire female portion of my household. What were his plans for Joshua if I supplied him with the video? I have many lawyer friends, surely, I can find a way around this. My original intention for recording him was to ensure Rowan was awakened, and not left to sleep too long. I never imagined anything like this. I never saw myself as a voyeur, nor ever capable of watching a man dominate my wife and daughters. Now, I know different.
I did watch, and I did enjoy it. I must be sick. But mostly, I enjoyed my bratty daughter Madison being taken. I watched Kendal submit to him, and sickly observed the methods he employed to dominate my wife. Hell, he took all of them, with nary a protest. What hidden charm did he provide? What else did this kid enjoy, beyond his huge prick and talented tongue?
I watched it again and again. I’ve never watched a man with a man before. Normally, it would sicken me. But I couldn’t believe how Joshua enticed a sleeping Rowan’s cock towards such enormous dimensions. Maybe, after years of women, and almost teetering on the edge of being bored with them, I suddenly found another man’s cock attractive? It so happens, that Rowan’s cock is ungodly huge, and intensely visually pleasing. Dare I say, a perfect penis? Both long and thick, savage, powerful, and it so happens, he lives under my roof at night, and whether I like it or not, at least until his father returns from Ukraine, or his unusual condition were to suddenly be cured, he is here to stay.
I arrived home to silence. Karen had left the house, leaving a note on the kitchen table that she had gone to a girlfriends for the night. The note also included an apology, but it meant little. Even if sincere, I had seen what Rowan could do to her in person. I had no retort, nor reply to what she was experiencing when with him. I couldn’t possibly compare, compete, nor begin to challenge Rowan. For Karen, it was the first time, at least that she knew of, that I had discovered she was cheating on me, but I had obviously known for some time.
I imagined calling one of my many lawyer friends, but how do I ask them? Do I admit I recorded a young, massively hung dork railing my wife, and daughters? Do I suggest it’s a request from a friend? This is a tricky legal area, filled with risk. How do I possibly go forward?
I pondered, running through the various scenarios, and as I did, one of my partners called. Roger had a lead on a new deal. I listened halfheartedly. We just closed a huge deal. I was mentally exhausted, drained from what was going on under my roof, I didn’t need the money, and I didn’t necessarily want to leave my home unattended. I visualized Rowan fucking, and enjoying all my women, and becoming master of my domain.
I wasn’t sure how any confrontation with my wife would be good for either of us. I could use the break from the constant tension of being in my own home. Rowan had left his taint on everything I love. I concluded on my own, that I couldn’t share the video of him being raped by Joshua. I was at a crossroads, and one path, could leave me on the road for a few weeks, allowing me the time to hammer out what I must do. I decided to leave. How much worse could it get? I mean really. He’s blasted his load into and on top of all my women. I can’t allow him to know I’ve been the one filming him.
Madison asked where mom had gone, and I made the usual excuses. Later that night, as I packed, I texted Karen, telling her I was leaving for Denver, to work on another deal with Roger. I explained I might be gone for a few weeks, and added, that I would miss seeing her and the girls. I thought, it would do us good. Sometimes, ‘thinking’ isn’t my best trait. I drove to Denver the next morning, just as Kendal was leaving for home.
It would be me whom would shake Rowan awake that morning. His cock was fucking hard, and huge, as I wondered why it was only happening on certain days. This time, he knew it would be me whom would awaken him. So why did he allow it to happen on this day? What was his secret? Did he have some control on which days it would happen? I wasn’t sure, but as I stood there, his huge prick jutting past the elastic band of his underwear, pointing directly towards his chin, it began to leak precum, and as I stared, almost imperceptibly, it slowly moved higher up his body, flexing, and filling out ever more. I quickly covered him, then shook him awake, and made a hasty retreat.
I had seen enough; I didn’t need to see anymore. I’ve already seen far too much. I could sense the odd vibe from Madison as she came down in her bathrobe to wish me goodbye. Rowan stayed upstairs, as my stomach fell, for I knew that Madison would take full advantage. She was alone with him. Both Karen and I were gone, and Kendal would be returning from college today for her summer break. What kind of father leaves his youngest daughter with a monster? Well? This one.
I got into the car, remembering how happy I was when we celebrated Madison’s nineteenth birthday. How things have changed. On her birthday, Madison left the house at around 9PM. She went to him. No amount of presents could match what skinny Rowan did to my daughters body and mind. She stumbled home nearly two hours later. Drunk on horse dick. Her birthday wish granted. Rowan arrived a half hour later, brimming with quiet, evil pride. One of the original sins, whilst another ‘sin’ lay alongside his left thigh. Abused, thick and disgusting. He had his mammoth organ buried in my daughter only moments earlier, and worse still, we both knew it, and now he comes here, to sleep it off. Disgusting.
It was a harbinger of things to come. I drove to Denver, not having told Rowan of my plans. He would find out soon enough, and ‘no’, I would not supply him with the recording he wanted. My only hope, was that he would tire of my women, and move on to someone else’s daughter. Faint hope, for what happened next was payback for my dalliance, for not honoring his wishes.
Kendal’s return home to a house that contained only Madison, left them wide open for Rowan’s wishes, and most of all, Kendal wasn’t in the mood to wait. She was back from college, and wanted Rowan’s mammoth cock between her thighs, and blasting into her mouth. She was aware she had competition from Madison, and would soon discover her own mother was rather taken by the teenager’s gargantuan solid prick.
Just how tangled, and completely messed up this would become, wasn’t fully considered by me. I wished a false hope, played a poker hand by bluffing, and I was about to be ‘called’. Rowan knew he had all of them ensnarled in his trap. He was gifted below the belt, and I would soon discover he was the most gifted lover imaginable. Controlling, conniving, and whip smart. For all his failings, he was a fucking genius in bed, masterful, and hung, with an appetite to match. I underestimated him. I would soon wish, that I had paid him to leave for good. This skinny shit, was only getting started. I played with fire, and was about to get burned.
I slept well that first night, in spite of my dreams. I was walking in a meadow, hands brushing atop the tall grass, the temperature perfect, sun out, carefree, a breeze at my back, but my fingers now brushed against human flesh, I had closed my eyes, and in an instant, was suddenly standing in a sea of Rowan’s. All naked, all looking at me, snickering, muffled little laughs, as I dared gaze down at their collective crotches.
Already both longer and thicker than me when full hard, each of the huge soft pricks began to grow. Peeling free of what little foreskin each carried, the heads slowly reaching down towards the floor. The shafts gaining in length as well as thickness. Twitching, and continuing to fill out, they grew and grew, until they all began to bounce. Harder and harder they became, as the huge heavy pricks became more solid.
Already an alarming size, they swelled further, filling out far beyond normal, far beyond what most would consider a huge cock. They defied gravity, as they continued to swell, as each of the endless massive pricks slowly went parallel to the floor. Surely, this can’t be happening, but the eyes don’t lie. As the monstrous organs continue towards bursting, increasingly vascular, as more fluids flowed into the fat shafts, making them swell yet further, as the heads and shafts begin to point skyward.
I am of average size, but these huge members are nearly twice as long, and so much thicker. Acute smugness fills the air, as the superior male, these endless Rowan’s, push out their groins in unison, showing off their completely monstrous organs, as all their hands come in to stroke and prod the mammoth poles to astonishing dimensions. They all point at me. Taunt me. Crush me, as I turn to see them completely surround me. As sick wicked grins form upon their endless faces, as they all release their turgid, completely swollen, and fully distended mule cocks.
I am dizzy, in a sweat, as I stumble, and begin to fall … I awake from my all too real nightmare, chest pounding, heart racing as I take in huge breaths. It is still dark. I have gone a little over two hours in a fitful sleep, only to awaken after this terrible dream. I return to sleep, but it keeps coming back, this nightmare is not going away. It continues to haunt me even after I wake. The last thing I remember was the heat and dreamy wetness, as all those Rowan’s whom surrounded me came at once, drenching me in a sickly sticky lather of cum, as they all laughed at me weakness, and ineptitude. Shaken, I awake a final time. It is nearly 8AM, and there is knocking at my hotel room door.
It is Roger, asking me to join him, and our partners downstairs. I am unable. I respectfully decline, making my excuses, and like a zombie, I enter the bathroom, and look down at my rock-hard cock. Pitifully tenting my underwear, a mere fraction of Rowan’s mammoth mule dick. I don’t recognize this man in the mirror, as I mindlessly jerk off. Eyes closing shut as I cum. All I picture is Rowan’s massive dripping organ. Every fatal inch, seared into memory. Incredulous at its length and thickness. The room reeks of my meager load, as I shower to remove his stain, even if only from a dream.
My phone alerts me to movement. It’s near 11AM California time, unusual that there would be movement in ‘Rowan’s’ room at this hour. The moment was short, as I bring it up on my iPhone, figuring maybe Karen had returned, and was cleaning the room, or maybe Madison or Kendal had entered. Instead, it was Rowan, his hand came up and grasped my nanny cam, and it was soon encased in black, as he placed it inside his pants pocket.
Later, it came to life in a strange room, a living room, along a wall facing the back of a yard, it must be Rowan’s home. What the hell is he up to? I was pleased that it was placed within range of my Wi Fi, as Rowan’s face appeared, as he set it up facing the couch, gauging its placement, for whatever it was he wanted me to see, he wanted me to see it well. He hadn’t said a fucking word. There was an eerie coldness to his approach, it would end up being a silent omen.
I was distracted, the heavy lifting for our deal had been long ago, but was put on hiatus, while the endless small details seemed destined to ruin everything. Roger and his team had been working behind the scenes for weeks, going into months. I was called in like a relief pitcher, a closer, to help bring it to the finish line.
But I never felt weaker, I was distracted, my fucking phone was going crazy, constantly alerting me to whatever Rowan was doing inside his home. If I had known, I would never have left, the wolf, was inside the henhouse, and devouring everything in sight.
After a long day of work, a working lunch, and late dinner, I arrived at my room at 9PM. Finally, alone time, and I had seven separate videos to watch. My hands trembled as I opened the first. It was one hour and 15 minutes long. It starred my youngest daughter, being taken by a teenage horse hung monster. Whose massive prick would soon lay her to waste.
Happy nineteenth Madison, as Rowan commanded her to her knees. Submissive, and incredibly willing, she did as he commanded, as he presented her with another ‘birthday’ present ... his beyond enormous growing prick. He had her do the work, as she took that huge fucking prick into her little sweet mouth. He quickly became to much for her, he was too much for any normal human, as his monstrous cock roared into action. I mused, that being at home put him into a comfort zone he clearly relished. He would look over to the camera and smile, as my youngest daughter serviced his now straining fat prick.
Soon, I could see his balls dripping from her attentions, as she slobbered over the veiny length, and incredible girth of his fully swollen member. Her spit coated every thick inch, as his already monstrous prick reached out further and fatter as he neared orgasm. So, this is what a size queen looks like when in heat. I doubt her mother and older sister lack this same level of disturbing enthusiasm. All Rowan did was stand there, as my daughter gave his mammoth cock a disgusting messy tongue bath.
Kendal’s return home to a house that contained only Madison, left them wide open for Rowan’s wishes, and most of all, Kendal wasn’t in the mood to wait. She was back from college, and wanted Rowan’s mammoth cock between her thighs, and blasting into her mouth. She was aware she had competition from Madison, and would soon discover her own mother was rather taken by the teenager’s gargantuan solid prick.
Just how tangled, and completely messed up this would become, wasn’t fully considered by me. I wished a false hope, played a poker hand by bluffing, and I was about to be ‘called’. Rowan knew he had all of them ensnarled in his trap. He was gifted below the belt, and I would soon discover he was the most gifted lover imaginable. Controlling, conniving, and whip smart. For all his failings, he was a fucking genius in bed, masterful, and hung, with an appetite to match. I underestimated him. I would soon wish, that I had paid him to leave for good. This skinny shit, was only getting started. I played with fire, and was about to get burned.
I slept well that first night, in spite of my dreams. I was walking in a meadow, hands brushing atop the tall grass, the temperature perfect, sun out, carefree, a breeze at my back, but my fingers now brushed against human flesh, I had closed my eyes, and in an instant, was suddenly standing in a sea of Rowan’s. All naked, all looking at me, snickering, muffled little laughs, as I dared gaze down at their collective crotches.
Already both longer and thicker than me when full hard, each of the huge soft pricks began to grow. Peeling free of what little foreskin each carried, the heads slowly reaching down towards the floor. The shafts gaining in length as well as thickness. Twitching, and continuing to fill out, they grew and grew, until they all began to bounce. Harder and harder they became, as the huge heavy pricks became more solid.
Already an alarming size, they swelled further, filling out far beyond normal, far beyond what most would consider a huge cock. They defied gravity, as they continued to swell, as each of the endless massive pricks slowly went parallel to the floor. Surely, this can’t be happening, but the eyes don’t lie. As the monstrous organs continue towards bursting, increasingly vascular, as more fluids flowed into the fat shafts, making them swell yet further, as the heads and shafts begin to point skyward.
I am of average size, but these huge members are nearly twice as long, and so much thicker. Acute smugness fills the air, as the superior male, these endless Rowan’s, push out their groins in unison, showing off their completely monstrous organs, as all their hands come in to stroke and prod the mammoth poles to astonishing dimensions. They all point at me. Taunt me. Crush me, as I turn to see them completely surround me. As sick wicked grins form upon their endless faces, as they all release their turgid, completely swollen, and fully distended mule cocks.
I am dizzy, in a sweat, as I stumble, and begin to fall … I awake from my all too real nightmare, chest pounding, heart racing as I take in huge breaths. It is still dark. I have gone a little over two hours in a fitful sleep, only to awaken after this terrible dream. I return to sleep, but it keeps coming back, this nightmare is not going away. It continues to haunt me even after I wake. The last thing I remember was the heat and dreamy wetness, as all those Rowan’s whom surrounded me came at once, drenching me in a sickly sticky lather of cum, as they all laughed at me weakness, and ineptitude. Shaken, I awake a final time. It is nearly 8AM, and there is knocking at my hotel room door.
It is Roger, asking me to join him, and our partners downstairs. I am unable. I respectfully decline, making my excuses, and like a zombie, I enter the bathroom, and look down at my rock-hard cock. Pitifully tenting my underwear, a mere fraction of Rowan’s mammoth mule dick. I don’t recognize this man in the mirror, as I mindlessly jerk off. Eyes closing shut as I cum. All I picture is Rowan’s massive dripping organ. Every fatal inch, seared into memory. Incredulous at its length and thickness. The room reeks of my meager load, as I shower to remove his stain, even if only from a dream.
My phone alerts me to movement. It’s near 11AM California time, unusual that there would be movement in ‘Rowan’s’ room at this hour. The moment was short, as I bring it up on my iPhone, figuring maybe Karen had returned, and was cleaning the room, or maybe Madison or Kendal had entered. Instead, it was Rowan, his hand came up and grasped my nanny cam, and it was soon encased in black, as he placed it inside his pants pocket.
Later, it came to life in a strange room, a living room, along a wall facing the back of a yard, it must be Rowan’s home. What the hell is he up to? I was pleased that it was placed within range of my Wi Fi, as Rowan’s face appeared, as he set it up facing the couch, gauging its placement, for whatever it was he wanted me to see, he wanted me to see it well. He hadn’t said a fucking word. There was an eerie coldness to his approach, it would end up being a silent omen.
I was distracted, the heavy lifting for our deal had been long ago, but was put on hiatus, while the endless small details seemed destined to ruin everything. Roger and his team had been working behind the scenes for weeks, going into months. I was called in like a relief pitcher, a closer, to help bring it to the finish line.
But I never felt weaker, I was distracted, my fucking phone was going crazy, constantly alerting me to whatever Rowan was doing inside his home. If I had known, I would never have left, the wolf, was inside the henhouse, and devouring everything in sight.
After a long day of work, a working lunch, and late dinner, I arrived at my room at 9PM. Finally, alone time, and I had seven separate videos to watch. My hands trembled as I opened the first. It was one hour and 15 minutes long. It starred my youngest daughter, being taken by a teenage horse hung monster. Whose massive prick would soon lay her to waste.
Happy nineteenth Madison, as Rowan commanded her to her knees. Submissive, and incredibly willing, she did as he commanded, as he presented her with another ‘birthday’ present ... his beyond enormous growing prick. He had her do the work, as she took that huge fucking prick into her little sweet mouth. He quickly became to much for her, he was too much for any normal human, as his monstrous cock roared into action. I mused, that being at home put him into a comfort zone he clearly relished. He would look over to the camera and smile, as my youngest daughter serviced his now straining fat prick.
Soon, I could see his balls dripping from her attentions, as she slobbered over the veiny length, and incredible girth of his fully swollen member. Her spit coated every thick inch, as his already monstrous prick reached out further and fatter as he neared orgasm. So, this is what a size queen looks like when in heat. I doubt her mother and older sister lack this same level of disturbing enthusiasm. All Rowan did was stand there, as my daughter gave his mammoth cock a disgusting messy tongue bath.
He looked into the camera as he came, lathering his load into Madison’s gulping, sucking mouth. The head was the size of small apple, and it filled her mouth, his white goo oozing from the corners of her fully stretched mouth, as her hands milked the longest, and fattest cock either she, nor I, will ever see. Rowan nodded into the camera, his eyes barely open, his huge prick getting expertly sucked, and tended to by my more than willing daughter. Her hands milking the insanely monstrous thing for all it was worth.
He stood over her, pulling free his completely swollen, and rock-hard cock, that bobbed directly in front of her face. He reached into her mouth with his fingers, as she looked at up him. Saying “I still see some.” To which he removed his fingers, as my nineteen-year-old daughter dutifully tilted her head back, and swallowed the last remnants of his huge sticky sweet load.
She was waiting, he was in complete control, as he placed her onto all fours, forcing down his mammoth cock over her trembling back, looking over at the camera, as he displayed how far up her slim stacked body he could go with his gargantuan hammer. I haven’t the words to adequately describe how completely enormous he is equipped. I froze the image there, simply gawking at the hellish thing. I had no idea how humiliating he would soon push, and prod Madison into doing. Simply none at all.
His entry into her pussy, was rough. Sure, she had been with him many times, but not so much, so soon, and within a few agonizing thrusts, she began to adjust, and soon he placed three quarters of his fat stick deep into Madison’s body. I watched aghast, as Rowan reached down, and did the unthinkable, turning my little girl into a human wheel barrel, and having her walk the floor on her hands. All the while impaled on his massive dong.
Not my ‘little girl’, you fucking pig. I watched in anger, as he made her his plaything, all the while, plugging his huge prick into her without mercy. I would’ve killed him, except for the near endless streams of orgasms Madison was having. She dug his aggressiveness, she gave herself up, as this teenager wielded his huge prick as it should be. She respected him, honored him, as he forced her into a facial. Stinging her eyes as he came a second time, with gushing force, directly into her pretty innocent face. Humiliating her, as he slapped his huge prick against her cheeks, and atop her head.
Forcing her to floor to lay prone, as he crouched over her, and sat upon her sweet bottom, slapping his huge prick along her back, bruising her. All I could see, was the sheer size of his fully aroused prick. He came twice, but it mattered little. His stallion prick raged hard, as my Madison’s body quivered underneath him. I never made a woman feel like that, respond like that, nothing even close in my 60 plus years of life.
Madison was drained, pitiful, weakly she went onto all fours, as Rowan had ordered. HIs hands massaged his swollen fat prick, maintaining a breathtaking length, and thickness. He stood there, looking down at it, admiring it as Madison waited. Both Madison and I assumed he would fuck her again, which he did, only this time, he changed the game, he went into a ‘new’ hole, as he prodded the fat head at Madison’s tiny little hole, as she began to protest, but he couldn’t hear her, he didn’t want to. She wasn’t the one in charge, he was, as he forced the apple sized head of his enormous prick inside her bottom, no amount of squirming, nor protests could save her, as he wormed in his grossly fat prick.
“STOP! STOP! SSSTTOOOOPP!!!!!!!” Cried Madison, calling out to Rowan, pleading, but she needn’t worry. He did stop, as he asked her …
“You had dick in ass before. There is a difference with Rowan, yes?” He asked, all parties already knowing the answer.
“Yes, yes, but nothing like you. You’re a fucking mule. We talked about it, but I’m not ready. I may never be ready.” Stated Madison, as Rowan held his mammoth prick firmly in her ass, not allowing her an opportunity to escape. Only the head and an inch or two of his huge swollen fatty had entered, but even that portion, surely bested anyone before him. The pit in my stomach was starting to churn, for it was the first time I knew, that my ‘little girl’, had previously engaged in anal sex.
“Now is good time. Yes, otherwise you quit. So now is time.” Said her stud, as he purposely looked into the camera, winking. Taking my daughter’s backdoor to spite me. Madison paused, as I saw the supreme stretch that was taking place. I was wincing in pain, feeling as she was, as his fat cock was firmly planted into Madison’s tiny bottom.
“I’m not so sure …” Said Madison, but her tone gave her away, as she slowly adjusted to the incredible thick prick, the many slick fat inches behind the head, as Rowan itched to take her down. He didn’t wait for her reply, as he firmly held her at her shoulders, her head planted deep into the carpet, as his fat, sickly swollen prick began to inch further and further into her. Her screams were part passion, part fear, her reactions were soon in the making, as she began to cum hard, on the end of his gargantuan solid cock. The skinny fucker never looked bigger.
A little over half of his massive wang rifled through my daughter’s ass. Sadly, she fucking loved it. It was gross, and sickly attractive, as her bottom was turned inside out by Rowan’s fatefully inflated blood club. I could hear it sawing through her, while she felt something I’ve never dreamed, nor really ever thought about. If she was weak before, he was literally sucking the life right out of her. Her cries were of indescribable pleasure, as Rowan expertly fucked Madison’s ass.
He pulled free, and looked over again, even pushing her bottom into view, so I could better see her gaping ass, but what I mostly saw, was the raging inflated flesh zeppelin that Rowan carried. It bobbed upwards, dark in color, not from the leavings of my baby’s ass, but from the overabundance of fluids that inflated the fucking thing to such a horrific size such as this. My jaw drops in honor of it, as he grabs his super fat prick, and once again brings it to my baby’s bottom, to torture her with it.
She cums. She cums a lot, as Rowan pounds her into submission. He leaves his final load in her ass, as I witness the astounding thickness of his belching organ. His ass flexing as he prods in as much as she can take. He has so much solid thick dick. He is simply astounding. He looks every part the animal stud he embodies, as he pulls free his still raging prick. He stands, pumping it with both hands, my baby’s ass is leaking, as he admires his horrifically swollen prick, and I swear, never bigger, horse dick. He struts to the camera as my little girl rolls onto her side, as he faces the camera and announces something I knew must be true.
“I over ten inches long. You see it don’t you? Over ten inches.” Smirked Rowan, talking directly to me, so sickly confident, as he stroked his gargantuan fat prick with both hands, the head still leaking, pointed directly into the camera, and from each drip, a long sick strand of cum falls and slowly breaks free. His hands are spread wide, as we both admire his hulking, fatefully swollen organ. i look down the endless fat prick. It looks fucking delicious, as he smiles a disgusting smile, as I faintly hear my daughter Madison, her body completed ravaged and wasted, she is confused, weakly asking …
“Rowan … who the hell ... are you talking to?”
He stood over her, pulling free his completely swollen, and rock-hard cock, that bobbed directly in front of her face. He reached into her mouth with his fingers, as she looked at up him. Saying “I still see some.” To which he removed his fingers, as my nineteen-year-old daughter dutifully tilted her head back, and swallowed the last remnants of his huge sticky sweet load.
She was waiting, he was in complete control, as he placed her onto all fours, forcing down his mammoth cock over her trembling back, looking over at the camera, as he displayed how far up her slim stacked body he could go with his gargantuan hammer. I haven’t the words to adequately describe how completely enormous he is equipped. I froze the image there, simply gawking at the hellish thing. I had no idea how humiliating he would soon push, and prod Madison into doing. Simply none at all.
His entry into her pussy, was rough. Sure, she had been with him many times, but not so much, so soon, and within a few agonizing thrusts, she began to adjust, and soon he placed three quarters of his fat stick deep into Madison’s body. I watched aghast, as Rowan reached down, and did the unthinkable, turning my little girl into a human wheel barrel, and having her walk the floor on her hands. All the while impaled on his massive dong.
Not my ‘little girl’, you fucking pig. I watched in anger, as he made her his plaything, all the while, plugging his huge prick into her without mercy. I would’ve killed him, except for the near endless streams of orgasms Madison was having. She dug his aggressiveness, she gave herself up, as this teenager wielded his huge prick as it should be. She respected him, honored him, as he forced her into a facial. Stinging her eyes as he came a second time, with gushing force, directly into her pretty innocent face. Humiliating her, as he slapped his huge prick against her cheeks, and atop her head.
Forcing her to floor to lay prone, as he crouched over her, and sat upon her sweet bottom, slapping his huge prick along her back, bruising her. All I could see, was the sheer size of his fully aroused prick. He came twice, but it mattered little. His stallion prick raged hard, as my Madison’s body quivered underneath him. I never made a woman feel like that, respond like that, nothing even close in my 60 plus years of life.
Madison was drained, pitiful, weakly she went onto all fours, as Rowan had ordered. HIs hands massaged his swollen fat prick, maintaining a breathtaking length, and thickness. He stood there, looking down at it, admiring it as Madison waited. Both Madison and I assumed he would fuck her again, which he did, only this time, he changed the game, he went into a ‘new’ hole, as he prodded the fat head at Madison’s tiny little hole, as she began to protest, but he couldn’t hear her, he didn’t want to. She wasn’t the one in charge, he was, as he forced the apple sized head of his enormous prick inside her bottom, no amount of squirming, nor protests could save her, as he wormed in his grossly fat prick.
“STOP! STOP! SSSTTOOOOPP!!!!!!!” Cried Madison, calling out to Rowan, pleading, but she needn’t worry. He did stop, as he asked her …
“You had dick in ass before. There is a difference with Rowan, yes?” He asked, all parties already knowing the answer.
“Yes, yes, but nothing like you. You’re a fucking mule. We talked about it, but I’m not ready. I may never be ready.” Stated Madison, as Rowan held his mammoth prick firmly in her ass, not allowing her an opportunity to escape. Only the head and an inch or two of his huge swollen fatty had entered, but even that portion, surely bested anyone before him. The pit in my stomach was starting to churn, for it was the first time I knew, that my ‘little girl’, had previously engaged in anal sex.
“Now is good time. Yes, otherwise you quit. So now is time.” Said her stud, as he purposely looked into the camera, winking. Taking my daughter’s backdoor to spite me. Madison paused, as I saw the supreme stretch that was taking place. I was wincing in pain, feeling as she was, as his fat cock was firmly planted into Madison’s tiny bottom.
“I’m not so sure …” Said Madison, but her tone gave her away, as she slowly adjusted to the incredible thick prick, the many slick fat inches behind the head, as Rowan itched to take her down. He didn’t wait for her reply, as he firmly held her at her shoulders, her head planted deep into the carpet, as his fat, sickly swollen prick began to inch further and further into her. Her screams were part passion, part fear, her reactions were soon in the making, as she began to cum hard, on the end of his gargantuan solid cock. The skinny fucker never looked bigger.
A little over half of his massive wang rifled through my daughter’s ass. Sadly, she fucking loved it. It was gross, and sickly attractive, as her bottom was turned inside out by Rowan’s fatefully inflated blood club. I could hear it sawing through her, while she felt something I’ve never dreamed, nor really ever thought about. If she was weak before, he was literally sucking the life right out of her. Her cries were of indescribable pleasure, as Rowan expertly fucked Madison’s ass.
He pulled free, and looked over again, even pushing her bottom into view, so I could better see her gaping ass, but what I mostly saw, was the raging inflated flesh zeppelin that Rowan carried. It bobbed upwards, dark in color, not from the leavings of my baby’s ass, but from the overabundance of fluids that inflated the fucking thing to such a horrific size such as this. My jaw drops in honor of it, as he grabs his super fat prick, and once again brings it to my baby’s bottom, to torture her with it.
She cums. She cums a lot, as Rowan pounds her into submission. He leaves his final load in her ass, as I witness the astounding thickness of his belching organ. His ass flexing as he prods in as much as she can take. He has so much solid thick dick. He is simply astounding. He looks every part the animal stud he embodies, as he pulls free his still raging prick. He stands, pumping it with both hands, my baby’s ass is leaking, as he admires his horrifically swollen prick, and I swear, never bigger, horse dick. He struts to the camera as my little girl rolls onto her side, as he faces the camera and announces something I knew must be true.
“I over ten inches long. You see it don’t you? Over ten inches.” Smirked Rowan, talking directly to me, so sickly confident, as he stroked his gargantuan fat prick with both hands, the head still leaking, pointed directly into the camera, and from each drip, a long sick strand of cum falls and slowly breaks free. His hands are spread wide, as we both admire his hulking, fatefully swollen organ. i look down the endless fat prick. It looks fucking delicious, as he smiles a disgusting smile, as I faintly hear my daughter Madison, her body completed ravaged and wasted, she is confused, weakly asking …
“Rowan … who the hell ... are you talking to?”
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The Longest Day
I didn’t hear his reply to Madison’s question, only the sure smirk, and his hand coming up to cover the camera. Just another day in the life.
It all went dark. Only hours later, the next scene would rival the first. It was Rowan, standing directly in front of my borrowed camera.
“Hey? How does feel? Knowing my huge dick take Madison’s ass? I take Kendal now, she on way over. I pound her like I pound all your women. I hung like mule. I don’t know who like better. Madison? Kendal? Momma? Who cares. All love it. All love my huge deek. You big pussy. You helpless to stop Rowan. I pound pussy. You think bad with Madison? After finish with Kendal, you may make wish Rowan never wake up again. Give me what I want. I want recording Joshua. He rape me. You give me.” Said Rowan. Easily the most I’ve ever heard him say in an entire fucking day.
I wanted to call Kendal. To save my daughter, but it was already too late. This recording finished hours ago. I was shaking as all went dark, then quickly came into view, as Kendal mashed mouths with this skinny fuck. Her time away at college left her a bitch in heat. She wanted meat. The biggest and best. This fucking teenager was sporting over ten inches of fat dick when full hard. I didn’t need a ruler to confirm it. Nothing I had ever seen in 60 years compared to him, to his mammoth fat cock. He didn’t simply dwarf me … he dwarfed them all.
Kendal pulled free of him long enough to breath, as his hands went to her shoulders, and gently guided her to her knees. The bulge he was sporting was epic. I cringed as she slowly opened her sexual present. The kid is hung, already he sports the longest and fattest cock anyone could see, only to witness it swell further, extending down, then surging upwards as my awestruck daughter’s hands and lips quickly, and lovingly tend to the inflating tool. I was cursed with a wife, and two daughters whom craved big ones, and doubly cursed that this slim fucker sported the biggest any of us would ever see. Sadly, he knew it, and worse, he knew how to use his flesh hammer, a master craftsman, soon to be at work.
Famished for huge dick, my darling Kendal, just as Madison had done, drenched Rowan’s fat tool in spit. Like her sister, her small hands made the grossly huge prick appear even bigger, as it strained, veins bulging, as it endlessly reached out from his slim form. Glistening, with shocking growth and mass. More incredibly, he had cum three times with Madison. How he could recover to such a degree was bewildering.
Kendal even commented on ‘it’, on how it appeared bigger than she remembered, and that’s when I heard his admission for the first time, confirming, that ‘the fall’ not only made him sleep incredibly soundly, but that his already huge dick, was adding both length and girth since the ‘accident’.
“You right. Rowan is bigger. I am growing. Since accident. I stay hard longer, get bigger. You can see difference. Soon. You feel difference. That right. Keep working my huge deek. Soon … I fuck you into next year.” Said the overconfident shit stick. Kendal won’t take to talk like that. He doesn’t know her as I do. She’s too strong willed. She’ll push back. Her eyes were giving her away, she was squinting, never a good sign, it means she’s about to break, and put this skinny, overly equipped little dick in his place.
Only, it didn’t happen that way. She was like modeling clay, he was bending, folding, and shaping her right in front me. She didn’t take off her clothes, she ripped them off, all the while, staring at Rowan’s mammoth dripping erection.
“I want you to split me in half with your huge fucking dick. Hurt me with it.” Said daughter number one, no longer my little girl, no longer the girl I raised. She was cock crazy. She was on her back, legs spread wide as Rowan slowly disrobed, his approach had her quaking, his hands milked his pride and joy, making it swell even further. The abuse from only a few hours before with Madison left him at a staggering size, a complete, and very full erection.
He didn’t use lube. I could see the wetness from Kendal as she spread her legs wide, her flexibility from gymnastics was still there, she could fold like a pretzel, and Rowan was about to take her, just as wickedly, and as surely as he had taken Madison. I still marvel at his huge dick, for as he releases it, the filthy fucking thing is pointing upwards. The monstrous thing slowly tapers from under the head to the base with ever greater thickness, and appears so fucking heavy. To actually witness something so heavy and long elevate is simply astounding.
His tremendous size is crippling as it enters Kendal’s pussy, his thick prick forcing the lips of her pussy inwards, while mauling her clit in the process. She can barely hold out, cumming hard, as the skinny fuck hasn’t even provided half of his thick stick for her to enjoy. The sheer power he must feel. Bringing this type of reaction from Kendal, Madison, my wife, and countless others.
My daughters’ feet clenched and released, her toes spread wide, then coming in tight, as she felt the huge pole push deeper and deeper into her. His ass flexing, as he prodded in his prodigious mule dick. Forcing her to accept an astounding amount of fat man meat.
“Fuck Rowan. You do feel bigger. You’re stretching me out … more than the last time … oooohhh shit. Oh Shit!” Exclaimed my darling daughter, as she was consumed in another orgasm. Hitting harder, with great intensity, only to have it crest, and instead of falling, the level of intensity only seemed to increase. Kendal lost it. Plain and simple. Rowan’s massive prick brought forth the perfect orgasm. My little girl kept moaning, and carrying on, like it was the best drug ever.
I was aghast as he pummeled her. She should tap out. He was scissoring her legs about, crossing her legs at the ankles, and all the while he drove that fucking huge prick into her. I could even hear it. I could hear his huge dick entering her, splitting her damn near in half. Sawing in and out with a master’s care of varying speed, depth, whilst moving her about, until she was ass up, head buried in the couch, as he made her cum and cum. He didn’t pull out like he had done with Madison. He left it in her. Nearly the whole fucking thing.
“You fucking champ. You take more than anyone ever. Almost all. Rowan like you best.” He exclaimed, as his hips went into frantic rabbit, as he buried all she could take. Jabbing his mammoth organ into her, as it jetted a big load inside her. “I can feel it. I can feel it.” Repeated Kendal over and over, as if she could feel the monstrous organ jetting inside her abused pussy. I could see the definition, how clearly the bulging thick veins appeared, as he pulled back his gargantuan hammer.
Swollen, almost purple in color. Kendal was breathing, but her head wasn’t there, only her eyes, as she gazed through the haze of her orgasms at Rowan’s ultimate erection. He turned towards the camera smiling, as his hands grasped his thick long dick. He held it up against his body. What he held was unfair. What he held should not exist on a human. He easy bent over, and kissed the head of his huge prick as Kendal watched. Uttering only … “God damn Rowan. How fucking huge you are.” Asked Kendal, Just like little red riding hood might do.
I didn’t hear his reply to Madison’s question, only the sure smirk, and his hand coming up to cover the camera. Just another day in the life.
It all went dark. Only hours later, the next scene would rival the first. It was Rowan, standing directly in front of my borrowed camera.
“Hey? How does feel? Knowing my huge dick take Madison’s ass? I take Kendal now, she on way over. I pound her like I pound all your women. I hung like mule. I don’t know who like better. Madison? Kendal? Momma? Who cares. All love it. All love my huge deek. You big pussy. You helpless to stop Rowan. I pound pussy. You think bad with Madison? After finish with Kendal, you may make wish Rowan never wake up again. Give me what I want. I want recording Joshua. He rape me. You give me.” Said Rowan. Easily the most I’ve ever heard him say in an entire fucking day.
I wanted to call Kendal. To save my daughter, but it was already too late. This recording finished hours ago. I was shaking as all went dark, then quickly came into view, as Kendal mashed mouths with this skinny fuck. Her time away at college left her a bitch in heat. She wanted meat. The biggest and best. This fucking teenager was sporting over ten inches of fat dick when full hard. I didn’t need a ruler to confirm it. Nothing I had ever seen in 60 years compared to him, to his mammoth fat cock. He didn’t simply dwarf me … he dwarfed them all.
Kendal pulled free of him long enough to breath, as his hands went to her shoulders, and gently guided her to her knees. The bulge he was sporting was epic. I cringed as she slowly opened her sexual present. The kid is hung, already he sports the longest and fattest cock anyone could see, only to witness it swell further, extending down, then surging upwards as my awestruck daughter’s hands and lips quickly, and lovingly tend to the inflating tool. I was cursed with a wife, and two daughters whom craved big ones, and doubly cursed that this slim fucker sported the biggest any of us would ever see. Sadly, he knew it, and worse, he knew how to use his flesh hammer, a master craftsman, soon to be at work.
Famished for huge dick, my darling Kendal, just as Madison had done, drenched Rowan’s fat tool in spit. Like her sister, her small hands made the grossly huge prick appear even bigger, as it strained, veins bulging, as it endlessly reached out from his slim form. Glistening, with shocking growth and mass. More incredibly, he had cum three times with Madison. How he could recover to such a degree was bewildering.
Kendal even commented on ‘it’, on how it appeared bigger than she remembered, and that’s when I heard his admission for the first time, confirming, that ‘the fall’ not only made him sleep incredibly soundly, but that his already huge dick, was adding both length and girth since the ‘accident’.
“You right. Rowan is bigger. I am growing. Since accident. I stay hard longer, get bigger. You can see difference. Soon. You feel difference. That right. Keep working my huge deek. Soon … I fuck you into next year.” Said the overconfident shit stick. Kendal won’t take to talk like that. He doesn’t know her as I do. She’s too strong willed. She’ll push back. Her eyes were giving her away, she was squinting, never a good sign, it means she’s about to break, and put this skinny, overly equipped little dick in his place.
Only, it didn’t happen that way. She was like modeling clay, he was bending, folding, and shaping her right in front me. She didn’t take off her clothes, she ripped them off, all the while, staring at Rowan’s mammoth dripping erection.
“I want you to split me in half with your huge fucking dick. Hurt me with it.” Said daughter number one, no longer my little girl, no longer the girl I raised. She was cock crazy. She was on her back, legs spread wide as Rowan slowly disrobed, his approach had her quaking, his hands milked his pride and joy, making it swell even further. The abuse from only a few hours before with Madison left him at a staggering size, a complete, and very full erection.
He didn’t use lube. I could see the wetness from Kendal as she spread her legs wide, her flexibility from gymnastics was still there, she could fold like a pretzel, and Rowan was about to take her, just as wickedly, and as surely as he had taken Madison. I still marvel at his huge dick, for as he releases it, the filthy fucking thing is pointing upwards. The monstrous thing slowly tapers from under the head to the base with ever greater thickness, and appears so fucking heavy. To actually witness something so heavy and long elevate is simply astounding.
His tremendous size is crippling as it enters Kendal’s pussy, his thick prick forcing the lips of her pussy inwards, while mauling her clit in the process. She can barely hold out, cumming hard, as the skinny fuck hasn’t even provided half of his thick stick for her to enjoy. The sheer power he must feel. Bringing this type of reaction from Kendal, Madison, my wife, and countless others.
My daughters’ feet clenched and released, her toes spread wide, then coming in tight, as she felt the huge pole push deeper and deeper into her. His ass flexing, as he prodded in his prodigious mule dick. Forcing her to accept an astounding amount of fat man meat.
“Fuck Rowan. You do feel bigger. You’re stretching me out … more than the last time … oooohhh shit. Oh Shit!” Exclaimed my darling daughter, as she was consumed in another orgasm. Hitting harder, with great intensity, only to have it crest, and instead of falling, the level of intensity only seemed to increase. Kendal lost it. Plain and simple. Rowan’s massive prick brought forth the perfect orgasm. My little girl kept moaning, and carrying on, like it was the best drug ever.
I was aghast as he pummeled her. She should tap out. He was scissoring her legs about, crossing her legs at the ankles, and all the while he drove that fucking huge prick into her. I could even hear it. I could hear his huge dick entering her, splitting her damn near in half. Sawing in and out with a master’s care of varying speed, depth, whilst moving her about, until she was ass up, head buried in the couch, as he made her cum and cum. He didn’t pull out like he had done with Madison. He left it in her. Nearly the whole fucking thing.
“You fucking champ. You take more than anyone ever. Almost all. Rowan like you best.” He exclaimed, as his hips went into frantic rabbit, as he buried all she could take. Jabbing his mammoth organ into her, as it jetted a big load inside her. “I can feel it. I can feel it.” Repeated Kendal over and over, as if she could feel the monstrous organ jetting inside her abused pussy. I could see the definition, how clearly the bulging thick veins appeared, as he pulled back his gargantuan hammer.
Swollen, almost purple in color. Kendal was breathing, but her head wasn’t there, only her eyes, as she gazed through the haze of her orgasms at Rowan’s ultimate erection. He turned towards the camera smiling, as his hands grasped his thick long dick. He held it up against his body. What he held was unfair. What he held should not exist on a human. He easy bent over, and kissed the head of his huge prick as Kendal watched. Uttering only … “God damn Rowan. How fucking huge you are.” Asked Kendal, Just like little red riding hood might do.
The wolf, released his huge dick, then approached my daughter as she lay back on the couch. He settled in over her stomach, and laid that huge dick between her breasts, and ordered her to worship him, worship his gargantuan dick, and she did exactly that.
I was the most distracted and confused as I had ever been. I couldn’t watch anymore. He was only starting, yet I had seen enough.
I had watched Rowan’s taking of Kendal during a short break we were taking from work. I had retired to my hotel room. We would finish for the day, and I was getting ready to head with Roger for a late dinner, I couldn’t bring myself to look at any more recordings. Seriously? What more damage could that idiot cause in a single day?
We headed out to for dinner. I wasn’t myself, and Roger picked up on it, and of all the things. He had a notion of what was happening to me. ‘Problems at home.’ We were done for the day, and headed to a sports bar. Noisy, with attractive waitresses, and big flat screens, all there to distract.
After we seated ourselves, and placed an order for some appetizers and a beer …
“I’ll tell ya. I know you’ve got something going on at home. I can tell. I got the same problem myself. My daughters trying to date a gang banger. Skinny, small minded little shit. All tatted up. Thinks he’s a big man. He’s nothing. It’s hard bringing up girls. Especially in high school.” Said Roger, as I nodded in agreement.
“My problem is a little different, but you know how it is. If you try to keep these ‘bad boys’ away from them, they only rebel, and go after them harder.” I replied, as Roger and I saluted each other with a toast. Roger was in a talkative mood, and he soon revealed something from his past.
“I remember my first wife. We started dating freshman year of college. Couldn’t wait until graduation, so we got hitched before our junior year. She drops out. I continue on, I tinker with the idea of going to Yale, or Harvard, then decided to get a ‘real job’, so we could start a family.” Said Roger, clearly going somewhere with this.
“Anyway. I left for work on a Monday morning, and got all the way there, and for the first time ever, I forgot my briefcase. But you know me, I’m always early, one of the first ones in, so even with a 20 minute drive home, and return, I’ll still be in on time.” Said Roger.
“Roger … you’re never late for anything. Not once.” I replied. Nodding to our waitress we were ready to order our main course.
“That’s true, but I wish I never forgot anything.” Replied Roger as he paused. We left it there as we placed our orders. Suddenly, Roger wasn’t with me anymore, he had drifted off. He was home, revisiting his past.
“Well, what happened on that Monday?” I asked, as our waitress left the table.
“Okay, I’ll tell ya. I got home, and the garage door was open. I mean, I know I can forget things, I just forgot the damn briefcase, but the garage door? No fucking way. I know I closed it. So I park in the drive, and leave the car running, and sure enough, my briefcase is on the bench inside the garage, just where I left it. So, I decided to call out to the wife, and tell her of my forgetfulness, and share a laugh, but as I enter the house, a ranch by the way, my first house was a ranch. I hear a familiar sound. You know the kind. When you’re in bed with your spouse. Only I’m not there. I’m standing at the entry to the kitchen, listening as my wife is orgasming down the hall, on the other side of the house.” Said Roger, pausing to take a long drink of his beer.
“So, there I am. Walking down the hallway in a daze, clutching my briefcase as my wife is getting railed. I peek inside ‘our’ bedroom, and I see this ass wipe from down the street. He’s always outside shirtless. All he does is workout; he actually works at a ‘real’ job only occasionally. He’s an only child, waiting for his dad to kick off, so he can inherit 30 or 40 million. And there’s the wife, the love of my life, ass up, head buried in pillows, as he’s paused his assault.”
“He’s mid-forties, he’s muscled and cut, and as I see him from behind, I’m immediately drawn to one thing in particular … his balls. They’re fucking huge, more than twice the size of mine, and they are pushed up against my wife’s thighs. Now I’m six foot two, in great shape, 230 lbs., and I could crush this shorty. He may work out, but I know I can floor him, but as I’m about to make my presence known, he slowly pulls out his dick, and it won’t stop coming out. It’s fucking enormous. Sure, his balls are twice the size of mine, but his dick is easily 3 to 4 times the size of mine, he’s fucking monstrous.”
“I’m talking John Holmes here, and this short fuck is probably both longer and thicker than Holmes. I had never seen one like it before, nothing even close, and I played college football. I had been enough locker rooms to know. I was stunned. It hung over halfway down between his thighs, and that damn thing had been inside my wife. Every last inch! I mean … come on? How the hell did she take all that? I mean this thing is thick, heavy, really long.” Said Roger, pausing, for he had no idea how close to home he had hit. I couldn’t believe my luck.
“He let it hang there for a moment. It was twitching and dripping. Fucking thing was thick … thicker than my wrist, he appeared thicker than Beth’s arm. I knew ‘we’ were over. I couldn’t compare, nor compete with that. I had never been hit so hard by anything in my entire life. I felt inadequate, incredibly so, I couldn’t function for days. My marriage was over. All at once, my life changed forever. I can still see it, even though it was over 25 years ago, the fucking thing still haunts me. Beth’s pussy was still gaping, he was so fucking big, her pussy didn’t close, and then he gathered it up with his hand. I saw his grip; he couldn’t reach around the fucking thing … he rubbed that huge ahead at her pussy, then slowly placed it inside her, his pace slowly increasing, as he continued to pound the hell out of her with it.’
“Fucked her senseless. That’s what he did. I could hear, and see the thing stretching her out. He was fucking enormous. They never saw me. I slinked away. Too embarrassed to acknowledge, that I had ever seen him, or ‘it’. I never slept with her again. She wanted us to stay together, begged me, pleaded, crying, but after what I saw, I couldn’t live that down, the betrayal, the stab in the back, and mostly, how fucking huge that short fucker was. I never felt inadequate before, and I didn’t like the taste. After I confronted her, after her initial denials, she admitted it had been going on for almost two months, at least 4 days a week.”
I was the most distracted and confused as I had ever been. I couldn’t watch anymore. He was only starting, yet I had seen enough.
I had watched Rowan’s taking of Kendal during a short break we were taking from work. I had retired to my hotel room. We would finish for the day, and I was getting ready to head with Roger for a late dinner, I couldn’t bring myself to look at any more recordings. Seriously? What more damage could that idiot cause in a single day?
We headed out to for dinner. I wasn’t myself, and Roger picked up on it, and of all the things. He had a notion of what was happening to me. ‘Problems at home.’ We were done for the day, and headed to a sports bar. Noisy, with attractive waitresses, and big flat screens, all there to distract.
After we seated ourselves, and placed an order for some appetizers and a beer …
“I’ll tell ya. I know you’ve got something going on at home. I can tell. I got the same problem myself. My daughters trying to date a gang banger. Skinny, small minded little shit. All tatted up. Thinks he’s a big man. He’s nothing. It’s hard bringing up girls. Especially in high school.” Said Roger, as I nodded in agreement.
“My problem is a little different, but you know how it is. If you try to keep these ‘bad boys’ away from them, they only rebel, and go after them harder.” I replied, as Roger and I saluted each other with a toast. Roger was in a talkative mood, and he soon revealed something from his past.
“I remember my first wife. We started dating freshman year of college. Couldn’t wait until graduation, so we got hitched before our junior year. She drops out. I continue on, I tinker with the idea of going to Yale, or Harvard, then decided to get a ‘real job’, so we could start a family.” Said Roger, clearly going somewhere with this.
“Anyway. I left for work on a Monday morning, and got all the way there, and for the first time ever, I forgot my briefcase. But you know me, I’m always early, one of the first ones in, so even with a 20 minute drive home, and return, I’ll still be in on time.” Said Roger.
“Roger … you’re never late for anything. Not once.” I replied. Nodding to our waitress we were ready to order our main course.
“That’s true, but I wish I never forgot anything.” Replied Roger as he paused. We left it there as we placed our orders. Suddenly, Roger wasn’t with me anymore, he had drifted off. He was home, revisiting his past.
“Well, what happened on that Monday?” I asked, as our waitress left the table.
“Okay, I’ll tell ya. I got home, and the garage door was open. I mean, I know I can forget things, I just forgot the damn briefcase, but the garage door? No fucking way. I know I closed it. So I park in the drive, and leave the car running, and sure enough, my briefcase is on the bench inside the garage, just where I left it. So, I decided to call out to the wife, and tell her of my forgetfulness, and share a laugh, but as I enter the house, a ranch by the way, my first house was a ranch. I hear a familiar sound. You know the kind. When you’re in bed with your spouse. Only I’m not there. I’m standing at the entry to the kitchen, listening as my wife is orgasming down the hall, on the other side of the house.” Said Roger, pausing to take a long drink of his beer.
“So, there I am. Walking down the hallway in a daze, clutching my briefcase as my wife is getting railed. I peek inside ‘our’ bedroom, and I see this ass wipe from down the street. He’s always outside shirtless. All he does is workout; he actually works at a ‘real’ job only occasionally. He’s an only child, waiting for his dad to kick off, so he can inherit 30 or 40 million. And there’s the wife, the love of my life, ass up, head buried in pillows, as he’s paused his assault.”
“He’s mid-forties, he’s muscled and cut, and as I see him from behind, I’m immediately drawn to one thing in particular … his balls. They’re fucking huge, more than twice the size of mine, and they are pushed up against my wife’s thighs. Now I’m six foot two, in great shape, 230 lbs., and I could crush this shorty. He may work out, but I know I can floor him, but as I’m about to make my presence known, he slowly pulls out his dick, and it won’t stop coming out. It’s fucking enormous. Sure, his balls are twice the size of mine, but his dick is easily 3 to 4 times the size of mine, he’s fucking monstrous.”
“I’m talking John Holmes here, and this short fuck is probably both longer and thicker than Holmes. I had never seen one like it before, nothing even close, and I played college football. I had been enough locker rooms to know. I was stunned. It hung over halfway down between his thighs, and that damn thing had been inside my wife. Every last inch! I mean … come on? How the hell did she take all that? I mean this thing is thick, heavy, really long.” Said Roger, pausing, for he had no idea how close to home he had hit. I couldn’t believe my luck.
“He let it hang there for a moment. It was twitching and dripping. Fucking thing was thick … thicker than my wrist, he appeared thicker than Beth’s arm. I knew ‘we’ were over. I couldn’t compare, nor compete with that. I had never been hit so hard by anything in my entire life. I felt inadequate, incredibly so, I couldn’t function for days. My marriage was over. All at once, my life changed forever. I can still see it, even though it was over 25 years ago, the fucking thing still haunts me. Beth’s pussy was still gaping, he was so fucking big, her pussy didn’t close, and then he gathered it up with his hand. I saw his grip; he couldn’t reach around the fucking thing … he rubbed that huge ahead at her pussy, then slowly placed it inside her, his pace slowly increasing, as he continued to pound the hell out of her with it.’
“Fucked her senseless. That’s what he did. I could hear, and see the thing stretching her out. He was fucking enormous. They never saw me. I slinked away. Too embarrassed to acknowledge, that I had ever seen him, or ‘it’. I never slept with her again. She wanted us to stay together, begged me, pleaded, crying, but after what I saw, I couldn’t live that down, the betrayal, the stab in the back, and mostly, how fucking huge that short fucker was. I never felt inadequate before, and I didn’t like the taste. After I confronted her, after her initial denials, she admitted it had been going on for almost two months, at least 4 days a week.”
“I had to end it. Besides, if she cheats once, she’ll cheat again, it’s the way she was wired. I just never saw it. Or maybe, I just avoided seeing it.” Said Roger forlornly. I couldn’t admit that the same thing was happening to me, in real time. For I too, am too ashamed to admit it, ensnarled, and firmly wrapped in inadequacy. I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m not bad looking, I’m a fucking millionaire, but this skinny tall fuck is hung like a fucking horse, and it hurts. It really hurts. Knowing, that I’ll never measure up to him … never. Unless you’ve gone through it, it’s impossible to fully comprehend.
Roger and I finished up, and we both probably had a few too many. It was nearly midnight, and these pricks were dealing with are making the closing of this contract increasingly complicated. I should fucking retire. I’m getting tired of this bullshit. But work, is the only thing ‘saving’ me at this moment. My only salvation.
Roger and I made it to the hotel, and to our separate rooms. I immediately went to the bathroom, taking a seat, the first real alone time I’ve had since this morning. I purposely didn’t look at the phone. It had been going off all fucking day, and into the night. I mused it was the Rowan cam, or the wife, possibly the kids. I had to wince, closing my eyes, I had a stinky, and messy one. I had to pre-flush to cleanse the air. While I didn’t have to mention that, it was nothing compared to the shit storm I would see next.
Not satisfied with my daughters, Rowan took my wife in his home, manhandled her, mauled her, incredibly all three of my women, were consumed, and spit out in the same day.
I had to fast forward. I couldn’t believe her adoration of his fully aroused sloppy prick. Even in fast motion, it was sickening, her head, lips, hands a blur of activity around that fatally inflamed mass. It appeared she had no idea he had been with both our daughters, or maybe, just maybe she had, and didn’t give a shit. I had to stop near the moment he came. The audio was gross, as she lapped at the grunting teens massively swollen tool. Her hands made it appear a full foot long. His load wasn’t as big as those earlier, but this was at least his sixth nut of the day.
I was sick to my stomach at his smugness, and cocky attitude. He hadn’t laid a hand on his huge prick, my pliant wife was doing all the work, but when he did to go work, it was game over. He didn’t hesitate to pound that massive slab, enraging the abused tool to a steel like hardness. I had to fast forward, I couldn’t accept that he was that fucking good, or could that fucking big. I was feeling actual physical pain, watching that skinny fucker manhandle my wife.
I fast forwarded again and again, pausing when I saw something I dared not want to see, as Karen laid a line of coke upon Rowan’s mammoth swollen prick, as she inhaled the entire line, as he then proceeded to fuck my wife’s ass, then direct his shit stick into her face, as her mouth covered the head, as his gargantuan prick emptied a big load of cum into her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. He owned her. My wife once had a thing for cocaine, and I thought those days were over. Not anymore. Rowan stood in front of the camera, his massive dick fully aroused, still dripping. But what caught me eye was his directing my wife to an open area of the floor. What is he up to?
Karen was spent, blasted by Rowan’s double digit cock, all coked up, she went limp, laying back upon a sheet of plastic that Rowan had laid out, something like a painter’s plastic, she was utterly exhausted. She lay there for some time, with Rowan out of the picture, so I watched at normal speed, wondering what that fuck stick was up to. He came walking up, his huge prick spent, but even so, it was still swollen, slapping against his thighs as he turned towards the camera, swinging his semi erect beast to taunt me. Karen wanted to move to the bed, but the fucker had other intentions.
“No. You stay.” Said Rowan, as if he were talking to a fucking dog.
As she lay back, I actually stood in my hotel room cursing. He can’t be doing this. This fuck, had aimed his massive semi at my wife, and began pissing on her. It went on forever; he must have been saving it up. She was too weak to protest, but it didn’t seem as though she gave a shit. I would never do that, but he did, emptying his bladder through his sickly huge prick, even shaking the last of his huge piss pole upon her, as she wormed around on her back, as his warm piss beginning to cool, making her uncomfortable.
Even in this state, he truly, and completely dwarfed me. It must be hanging near eight thick inches. The drenching he gave my wife disgusted me, as he walked in towards the camera, his mighty shaft twisting beneath his thighs. “Give me what I want. Or I will make worse.” Said Rowan, as Karen’s head in the background began to rise …
“Rowan? Is someone here? Who are you talking to?” She asked, her head falling back, completely exhausted, covered in his leavings, and most recently, a drenching of his warm urine.
“No one. You disgust. You go shower now, then clean up this mess. We finished.” Replied Rowan, his face filling the screen. Whispering …
“I know you watch. You give what I want. I command them. Own. They will do all I ask. You will not like if Rowan made to wait. I guarantee.” Said Rowan, covering the camera with something. As all went dark.
It wasn’t just the camera going dark. Everything I love is under a growing shroud of insidious darkness. What more could he do? How much more harm could this skinny confident fuck cause? I can’t possibly give him what he wants. I can’t implicate myself. He’s a one man wrecking crew, inside a boys mind and body, with a cock better fitted to a mule, than human. This is my nightmare.
Roger and I finished up, and we both probably had a few too many. It was nearly midnight, and these pricks were dealing with are making the closing of this contract increasingly complicated. I should fucking retire. I’m getting tired of this bullshit. But work, is the only thing ‘saving’ me at this moment. My only salvation.
Roger and I made it to the hotel, and to our separate rooms. I immediately went to the bathroom, taking a seat, the first real alone time I’ve had since this morning. I purposely didn’t look at the phone. It had been going off all fucking day, and into the night. I mused it was the Rowan cam, or the wife, possibly the kids. I had to wince, closing my eyes, I had a stinky, and messy one. I had to pre-flush to cleanse the air. While I didn’t have to mention that, it was nothing compared to the shit storm I would see next.
Not satisfied with my daughters, Rowan took my wife in his home, manhandled her, mauled her, incredibly all three of my women, were consumed, and spit out in the same day.
I had to fast forward. I couldn’t believe her adoration of his fully aroused sloppy prick. Even in fast motion, it was sickening, her head, lips, hands a blur of activity around that fatally inflamed mass. It appeared she had no idea he had been with both our daughters, or maybe, just maybe she had, and didn’t give a shit. I had to stop near the moment he came. The audio was gross, as she lapped at the grunting teens massively swollen tool. Her hands made it appear a full foot long. His load wasn’t as big as those earlier, but this was at least his sixth nut of the day.
I was sick to my stomach at his smugness, and cocky attitude. He hadn’t laid a hand on his huge prick, my pliant wife was doing all the work, but when he did to go work, it was game over. He didn’t hesitate to pound that massive slab, enraging the abused tool to a steel like hardness. I had to fast forward, I couldn’t accept that he was that fucking good, or could that fucking big. I was feeling actual physical pain, watching that skinny fucker manhandle my wife.
I fast forwarded again and again, pausing when I saw something I dared not want to see, as Karen laid a line of coke upon Rowan’s mammoth swollen prick, as she inhaled the entire line, as he then proceeded to fuck my wife’s ass, then direct his shit stick into her face, as her mouth covered the head, as his gargantuan prick emptied a big load of cum into her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. He owned her. My wife once had a thing for cocaine, and I thought those days were over. Not anymore. Rowan stood in front of the camera, his massive dick fully aroused, still dripping. But what caught me eye was his directing my wife to an open area of the floor. What is he up to?
Karen was spent, blasted by Rowan’s double digit cock, all coked up, she went limp, laying back upon a sheet of plastic that Rowan had laid out, something like a painter’s plastic, she was utterly exhausted. She lay there for some time, with Rowan out of the picture, so I watched at normal speed, wondering what that fuck stick was up to. He came walking up, his huge prick spent, but even so, it was still swollen, slapping against his thighs as he turned towards the camera, swinging his semi erect beast to taunt me. Karen wanted to move to the bed, but the fucker had other intentions.
“No. You stay.” Said Rowan, as if he were talking to a fucking dog.
As she lay back, I actually stood in my hotel room cursing. He can’t be doing this. This fuck, had aimed his massive semi at my wife, and began pissing on her. It went on forever; he must have been saving it up. She was too weak to protest, but it didn’t seem as though she gave a shit. I would never do that, but he did, emptying his bladder through his sickly huge prick, even shaking the last of his huge piss pole upon her, as she wormed around on her back, as his warm piss beginning to cool, making her uncomfortable.
Even in this state, he truly, and completely dwarfed me. It must be hanging near eight thick inches. The drenching he gave my wife disgusted me, as he walked in towards the camera, his mighty shaft twisting beneath his thighs. “Give me what I want. Or I will make worse.” Said Rowan, as Karen’s head in the background began to rise …
“Rowan? Is someone here? Who are you talking to?” She asked, her head falling back, completely exhausted, covered in his leavings, and most recently, a drenching of his warm urine.
“No one. You disgust. You go shower now, then clean up this mess. We finished.” Replied Rowan, his face filling the screen. Whispering …
“I know you watch. You give what I want. I command them. Own. They will do all I ask. You will not like if Rowan made to wait. I guarantee.” Said Rowan, covering the camera with something. As all went dark.
It wasn’t just the camera going dark. Everything I love is under a growing shroud of insidious darkness. What more could he do? How much more harm could this skinny confident fuck cause? I can’t possibly give him what he wants. I can’t implicate myself. He’s a one man wrecking crew, inside a boys mind and body, with a cock better fitted to a mule, than human. This is my nightmare.
Hi C, this story gave me an orgasm....so sexy and powerful. I love you actually have Rowan talking and would love even more...Bravo C, can't wait for more.
From Boy to Man
Happy twentieth Rowan. No longer a teenager, he celebrated by taking Madison’s ass, and while she was occupied with multiple orgasms, he held the camera over her backside so I could see the damage his fat swollen member was delivering. The insertion was impossible, the constantly plunging tool appeared to be damaging her bottom, but from her reactions, she was really into it, so much so, I nearly threw up into my mouth.
He buried his fat hog as far as he could, emptying the deeply swollen pumping pole deeply within her. I watched, as I always did, imagining it isn’t my daughter, but someone else’s. Rather than let me watch the finish, he covered up the camera. Hours later, it sprang into life. I expected to see Rowan enter the room with my wife or Kendal, instead it was him, fully clothed. So close to the camera, that only his face appeared.
“Give me what I want. I can record too you know. I can share your wife and daughters on the end of my huge prick. You want sample? I show you.” Said Rowan, holding up his phone, for what he was about to share, I had never seen before. It started with a short clip of my wife at his knees. His hugely inflated prick never looked bigger as Karen skillfully administered to his vastly superior weapon. She slobbered and slaved over it, telling him how much bigger he was than me, how she couldn’t feel me inside her anymore, how much he had ‘ruined’ her for any other.
I can’t begin to compete with what protruded so incredibly far from his body, with a thickness that doesn’t allow him to slither down her throat. His load comes forth with power, and volume, as he aims it at her face, she is dripping from her forehead to her bended knees, covered in his hot spunk, as jet after jet leaps from the fully swollen beast, lathering her in his baby batter.
It stings her eyes, she doesn’t care, it covers her fingers and arms, she licks them clean like a cat might do, she soon bends over, as he forces his fat cock inside her tired and worn pussy. She feels it more and more. The longer he goes, the more the pain subsides into mind numbing pleasure. He is sure to pull it free, and allow me to see how grossly aroused he has become. Arching far from his body, his hands cannot reach around the fucking thing, as he strokes, and forces it to add what little is left for the massive prick to expand to its utmost.
He cuts short, pulling his phone away from the camera, he’s getting mouthy now … suddenly very talkative.
“This next one. Maybe you recognize neighbor. She hot. Older.” Says Rowan, finding what he wants to show me. I recognize his victim, she is a little over 30. Short, five foot one or two, slim, tiny waist, but all big tits and ass. I admit, I’ve jerked off to her before, and imagined her in Karen’s place while under be, but it’s Rowan who fucks her. I see her nude for the first time, as my already hard cock lurches in honor of her bounty. I shudder to think that her small body could accommodate Rowan’s massive schlong, he’s far too much man for her. Once again, I am proven wrong.
Rowan holds his phone closer to the camera, so I get a near perfect view of his gargantuan prick silently saluting over her prone body, as she lays back. She appears delirious, so overcome she’s barely aware of her surroundings. He can’t be serious. His full ten plus inches is mighty, I cringe at the disparity of her small body quivering under his fat mule dick. The veins appear ready to burst, as Rowan adds some commentary to the images he provides.
“She likes me to film. She luvs my huge deek. Watch her whore over it.” Proclaims Rowan proudly, as his massive member bounces in need, as do her squinting eyes, betraying her lustful admiration for Rowan’s pride and joy, as his mammoth dick slowly drips a long strand of precum from the huge flared head.
She is panting, eyeing the huge prick, as she licks her lips in appreciation, stating … “God Damn! That’s what a cock should look like! Long and fat. No one can best you Rowan, not even fucking close.” Her admission is heartfelt, and obvious, for I’ve never known one to grow to a size such as this. He slowly moves the camera over her body, allowing me to see the goose bumps that cover nearly every inch of her. I can hear her short deep breaths, as Rowan’s huge prick hovers over her prone form.
He's taunting her with it. Fuck, he could kill her with it. She reaches up with her hands to grab the fucking thing, only to have Rowan playfully slap them away. His sudden movements send his massive prick into a deeply sexual swaying motion. It’s disturbing to me; how insanely attractive his mammoth pole appears. Small woman, huge naturals, tiny waist, and hovering over her, swaying like a tree limb, is this dick of death.
His cock appears grossly huge. It is closer to the camera than her body, the distortion provides a heart wrenching appreciation for how truly massively Rowan is endowed. I would look like a twig next to a mighty oak, for Rowan’s cock is designed to destroy the ego of any man, for no man can match the dripping enormity he will soon force inside this woman’s hard body.
I witness the insertion, and am appalled by the way her pussy is forced to capitulate to the fat prick. Folding inward, he instantly pushed her over the edge, she came incredibly fast, the anticipation must have been driving her mad. Her reward, was the fat pricks deepening penetration. Clearly, she had been with him before, for no first timer could dare handle what he now shoved into her. I was jerking off, watching the show, when he pulled away his phone, and looked into the camera.
“I have more. I have your wife worshipping my huge deek. I have Madison and Kendal fighting over me, along with your wife. I ruin your house. I send my recordings to internet. Shame your women, shame you. Give me recording of Joshua raping me. I want now. Or I release all recordings to net. You deliver to Rowan. You have 48 hours.” Said the skinny fuck. Who proceeded to show me one video after the other, and this one, showed where my whore of a wife, lavished sickening lustful love over his fully enraged member.
“So fucking beautiful … fuck Rowan … you’re the best lover I’ll ever have. You surpassed my best ever that very first time, and all you do is get better … and bigger. I swear, you’ve gained an inch in length from our first time together.” Said the love of my live, the mother of our children, as Rowan’s voice sickly added … “You feel husband anymore?” He asks, as my wife’s eyes roll. That was all the visual I ever needed, as she finished me off forever.
“Forget about it. He’s fumbling and bumbling around like a child compared to you. Feel him? Hell! I barely know he’s inside me. His hips hitting mine, sometimes bruising me, while you’re so fucking huge, I never have to worry about your skinny boney hips hitting mine. You’re too long for that to ever happen. Once you entered me, it was over. Not only for my husband, but any other man, and I’d like to find whomever taught you to eat pussy. Fuck! You lick pussy like a lesbian. Even better than Eve, whom I had an off and on fling with in college.” Said Karen, admitting she had previously been with a woman. I guess you never know what a camera will catch, and I was learning a lot.
Karen said all the words I feared she would. She truly loved the fatally huge endowed skinny fuck, lavishing him with unbridled praise, even submitting to his filming of them together. She knew she was being filmed; she knew I would see this fucking hell. She had no will of her own, as this barely 20-year-old stud manhandled her mind and body. He held his phone close, as his full load cascaded from the corners of Karen’s mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her shaking thighs, as her hands feverishly milked his mule dick, pulling and prodding his terrifying erection of every last drop of his milky, salty load.
Happy twentieth Rowan. No longer a teenager, he celebrated by taking Madison’s ass, and while she was occupied with multiple orgasms, he held the camera over her backside so I could see the damage his fat swollen member was delivering. The insertion was impossible, the constantly plunging tool appeared to be damaging her bottom, but from her reactions, she was really into it, so much so, I nearly threw up into my mouth.
He buried his fat hog as far as he could, emptying the deeply swollen pumping pole deeply within her. I watched, as I always did, imagining it isn’t my daughter, but someone else’s. Rather than let me watch the finish, he covered up the camera. Hours later, it sprang into life. I expected to see Rowan enter the room with my wife or Kendal, instead it was him, fully clothed. So close to the camera, that only his face appeared.
“Give me what I want. I can record too you know. I can share your wife and daughters on the end of my huge prick. You want sample? I show you.” Said Rowan, holding up his phone, for what he was about to share, I had never seen before. It started with a short clip of my wife at his knees. His hugely inflated prick never looked bigger as Karen skillfully administered to his vastly superior weapon. She slobbered and slaved over it, telling him how much bigger he was than me, how she couldn’t feel me inside her anymore, how much he had ‘ruined’ her for any other.
I can’t begin to compete with what protruded so incredibly far from his body, with a thickness that doesn’t allow him to slither down her throat. His load comes forth with power, and volume, as he aims it at her face, she is dripping from her forehead to her bended knees, covered in his hot spunk, as jet after jet leaps from the fully swollen beast, lathering her in his baby batter.
It stings her eyes, she doesn’t care, it covers her fingers and arms, she licks them clean like a cat might do, she soon bends over, as he forces his fat cock inside her tired and worn pussy. She feels it more and more. The longer he goes, the more the pain subsides into mind numbing pleasure. He is sure to pull it free, and allow me to see how grossly aroused he has become. Arching far from his body, his hands cannot reach around the fucking thing, as he strokes, and forces it to add what little is left for the massive prick to expand to its utmost.
He cuts short, pulling his phone away from the camera, he’s getting mouthy now … suddenly very talkative.
“This next one. Maybe you recognize neighbor. She hot. Older.” Says Rowan, finding what he wants to show me. I recognize his victim, she is a little over 30. Short, five foot one or two, slim, tiny waist, but all big tits and ass. I admit, I’ve jerked off to her before, and imagined her in Karen’s place while under be, but it’s Rowan who fucks her. I see her nude for the first time, as my already hard cock lurches in honor of her bounty. I shudder to think that her small body could accommodate Rowan’s massive schlong, he’s far too much man for her. Once again, I am proven wrong.
Rowan holds his phone closer to the camera, so I get a near perfect view of his gargantuan prick silently saluting over her prone body, as she lays back. She appears delirious, so overcome she’s barely aware of her surroundings. He can’t be serious. His full ten plus inches is mighty, I cringe at the disparity of her small body quivering under his fat mule dick. The veins appear ready to burst, as Rowan adds some commentary to the images he provides.
“She likes me to film. She luvs my huge deek. Watch her whore over it.” Proclaims Rowan proudly, as his massive member bounces in need, as do her squinting eyes, betraying her lustful admiration for Rowan’s pride and joy, as his mammoth dick slowly drips a long strand of precum from the huge flared head.
She is panting, eyeing the huge prick, as she licks her lips in appreciation, stating … “God Damn! That’s what a cock should look like! Long and fat. No one can best you Rowan, not even fucking close.” Her admission is heartfelt, and obvious, for I’ve never known one to grow to a size such as this. He slowly moves the camera over her body, allowing me to see the goose bumps that cover nearly every inch of her. I can hear her short deep breaths, as Rowan’s huge prick hovers over her prone form.
He's taunting her with it. Fuck, he could kill her with it. She reaches up with her hands to grab the fucking thing, only to have Rowan playfully slap them away. His sudden movements send his massive prick into a deeply sexual swaying motion. It’s disturbing to me; how insanely attractive his mammoth pole appears. Small woman, huge naturals, tiny waist, and hovering over her, swaying like a tree limb, is this dick of death.
His cock appears grossly huge. It is closer to the camera than her body, the distortion provides a heart wrenching appreciation for how truly massively Rowan is endowed. I would look like a twig next to a mighty oak, for Rowan’s cock is designed to destroy the ego of any man, for no man can match the dripping enormity he will soon force inside this woman’s hard body.
I witness the insertion, and am appalled by the way her pussy is forced to capitulate to the fat prick. Folding inward, he instantly pushed her over the edge, she came incredibly fast, the anticipation must have been driving her mad. Her reward, was the fat pricks deepening penetration. Clearly, she had been with him before, for no first timer could dare handle what he now shoved into her. I was jerking off, watching the show, when he pulled away his phone, and looked into the camera.
“I have more. I have your wife worshipping my huge deek. I have Madison and Kendal fighting over me, along with your wife. I ruin your house. I send my recordings to internet. Shame your women, shame you. Give me recording of Joshua raping me. I want now. Or I release all recordings to net. You deliver to Rowan. You have 48 hours.” Said the skinny fuck. Who proceeded to show me one video after the other, and this one, showed where my whore of a wife, lavished sickening lustful love over his fully enraged member.
“So fucking beautiful … fuck Rowan … you’re the best lover I’ll ever have. You surpassed my best ever that very first time, and all you do is get better … and bigger. I swear, you’ve gained an inch in length from our first time together.” Said the love of my live, the mother of our children, as Rowan’s voice sickly added … “You feel husband anymore?” He asks, as my wife’s eyes roll. That was all the visual I ever needed, as she finished me off forever.
“Forget about it. He’s fumbling and bumbling around like a child compared to you. Feel him? Hell! I barely know he’s inside me. His hips hitting mine, sometimes bruising me, while you’re so fucking huge, I never have to worry about your skinny boney hips hitting mine. You’re too long for that to ever happen. Once you entered me, it was over. Not only for my husband, but any other man, and I’d like to find whomever taught you to eat pussy. Fuck! You lick pussy like a lesbian. Even better than Eve, whom I had an off and on fling with in college.” Said Karen, admitting she had previously been with a woman. I guess you never know what a camera will catch, and I was learning a lot.
Karen said all the words I feared she would. She truly loved the fatally huge endowed skinny fuck, lavishing him with unbridled praise, even submitting to his filming of them together. She knew she was being filmed; she knew I would see this fucking hell. She had no will of her own, as this barely 20-year-old stud manhandled her mind and body. He held his phone close, as his full load cascaded from the corners of Karen’s mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her shaking thighs, as her hands feverishly milked his mule dick, pulling and prodding his terrifying erection of every last drop of his milky, salty load.
Creamy and sticky, she did all the moaning, and carrying on, as her lips sucked along the huge prick. Eyes closed, as her mouth travelled up and down the slick shaft. Her hands maneuvering the grossly aroused organ so she could lay her attentions upon the entire appendage. It’s size was epic, as Rowan pulled free his phone. He had shown me enough of that clip.
He was looking for another, and after nearly a minute of searching … “Here is good one. Watch this one daddy.” Said the skinny shit, as I glanced down at his clothed body, and for a moment, I saw the incredible bulge of his inflating hammer along his leg inside his pants, as he proceeded to show me the unthinkable. I was taking to no one, only myself, repeating one word over and over again … “No, no, no, no …” For I lay witness, in this latest clip, as both my daughters, fully nude, nipples huge, their hair tied up in buns, as they both tended to Rowan’s fully inflated blood club at the same fucking time.
He somehow convinced, or cajoled them into taking him on at the same time. Both their mouths and four hands worked his gargantuan pole. I watched in utter disbelief as Rowan crossed his arms, and let my daughters tend to his mighty prick. I was in complete shock, only to have Rowan pull down his phone, and fast forward. He would soon fuck them both. One would hold the others hands as Rowan deftly inserted his huge meaty prick into one, then the other, switching back and forth.
In one scene, his tongue bathed Madison’s exposed pussy, while his fingers diddled inside, as he held her pussy lips wide, as Kendal’s mouth and hands caressed, and manipulated Rowan’s cock to unfathomable dimensions. He pulled down his camera again, smiling a mile wide. I could kill this skinny fuck.
“Two solid hours I fuck them. Both at same time. I cum three times. Never bigger. I so huge, I had to jerk off later to admire how huge my deek had become.” Said the scourge of my life. Rowan admitted he held out for over an hour until his final orgasm. To back up his claim, he fast forwarded to the end. He held up his phone proudly, as I gazed upon his huge slick prick. He wasn’t kidding. It was surreal. Both my girls knelt at his feet, as Rowan’s solid, and super inflated prick was lashed into a total fucking beast.
My girls were stunned, exhausted. He had run them over, and now, it was all about his dick. His huge ass fucking dick. He had held out long enough, as the head of his gargantuan organ appeared ready to burst. He was grunting like a fucking ape, but equipped with a whale’s dick. Long, thick, and jetting a sloppy wet load, that actually pained him. He shot it upon both of my girls faces, and upper bodies. Blast, after salty blast. I could see every vein, every inch of his fatally inflated weapon. Worst of all, I could see both my girls once delicate pussy’s. Beaten raw, by the skinny fucks massively thick member.
His finale, brought forth deep appreciation from both my daughters. As both Madison and Kendal both acknowledged that Rowan’s already gargantuan prick never looked longer, nor thicker as he did right now.
“I didn’t think you could get that big. Holy shit Rowan.” Said Madison, as his hot load was still streaming down her drenched body. Kendal’s response was barely audible … “No ones bigger than you Rowan. It’s not possible to be that big. You should be dead.” Replied Kendal, gulping, eyeing the dangling heavy spent prick. Some thing was happening alright. Something wasn’t right.
I have the video to prove it. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was simply a ‘very good day’, but I swear I had never expected him to achieve a size such as this. His ‘accident’ was stimulating his already huge prick to new heights. It’s the only answer I can provide. I am not a man of medicine. I am an attorney, I close mergers, but nothing is more intimidating, nor deflating, that seeing Rowan like this, and mostly, to see how he has conquered both my daughters at the same fucking time. Can my wife be next? Joining her own girls to take on the massive appendage that Rowan enjoys? I gulp, as his pulse pounding prick finishes his latest cum festival.
Unlike his previous recordings, his prick is unable to rise. He is surely fully aroused, there is no mistaking it, but it appears he has grown so large, that his mammoth organ can barely go horizontal. His own grip of the still dripping organ seems to fall short of where he could reach before. This ‘accident’, has caused something to happen. He appears too large for even size queens, yet my daughters and wife, are all wired for big ones, and Rowan enjoys the biggest of the biggest.
He grips his ‘finished’ prick, admiring it, studying it, announcing … “I am getting bigger. I am getting better. I am not finished with you. Suck my huge deek. Worship it now, both of you.” Said Rowan between long deep breaths. He wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t finished. He was like a fucking machine, as both my daughters knelt at his feet, and did exactly as commanded. The sheer power he now commanded, the unmitigated gall, cock sure, and hung unlike anyone before him, Rowan ruled like a god, and to the women of my family, he was exactly that.
He pulled free his phone from my camera. I was sitting in my own mess. I had cum long ago, watching as Rowan’s mammoth prick tore into both my daughters, and he had only shown me a portion of it.
“You see what Rowan do. I can make worse. I want video of Joshua raping me. You give me video. I say before. I serious. Forty eight hours. Or Rowan make worse for you. Do as I say.” Said Rowan, his scowl, his demeaner never more firm. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him put his home-made videos on the net. That skinny, over equipped fuck wad had me. Had me right where he wanted me. I am beaten.
He was looking for another, and after nearly a minute of searching … “Here is good one. Watch this one daddy.” Said the skinny shit, as I glanced down at his clothed body, and for a moment, I saw the incredible bulge of his inflating hammer along his leg inside his pants, as he proceeded to show me the unthinkable. I was taking to no one, only myself, repeating one word over and over again … “No, no, no, no …” For I lay witness, in this latest clip, as both my daughters, fully nude, nipples huge, their hair tied up in buns, as they both tended to Rowan’s fully inflated blood club at the same fucking time.
He somehow convinced, or cajoled them into taking him on at the same time. Both their mouths and four hands worked his gargantuan pole. I watched in utter disbelief as Rowan crossed his arms, and let my daughters tend to his mighty prick. I was in complete shock, only to have Rowan pull down his phone, and fast forward. He would soon fuck them both. One would hold the others hands as Rowan deftly inserted his huge meaty prick into one, then the other, switching back and forth.
In one scene, his tongue bathed Madison’s exposed pussy, while his fingers diddled inside, as he held her pussy lips wide, as Kendal’s mouth and hands caressed, and manipulated Rowan’s cock to unfathomable dimensions. He pulled down his camera again, smiling a mile wide. I could kill this skinny fuck.
“Two solid hours I fuck them. Both at same time. I cum three times. Never bigger. I so huge, I had to jerk off later to admire how huge my deek had become.” Said the scourge of my life. Rowan admitted he held out for over an hour until his final orgasm. To back up his claim, he fast forwarded to the end. He held up his phone proudly, as I gazed upon his huge slick prick. He wasn’t kidding. It was surreal. Both my girls knelt at his feet, as Rowan’s solid, and super inflated prick was lashed into a total fucking beast.
My girls were stunned, exhausted. He had run them over, and now, it was all about his dick. His huge ass fucking dick. He had held out long enough, as the head of his gargantuan organ appeared ready to burst. He was grunting like a fucking ape, but equipped with a whale’s dick. Long, thick, and jetting a sloppy wet load, that actually pained him. He shot it upon both of my girls faces, and upper bodies. Blast, after salty blast. I could see every vein, every inch of his fatally inflated weapon. Worst of all, I could see both my girls once delicate pussy’s. Beaten raw, by the skinny fucks massively thick member.
His finale, brought forth deep appreciation from both my daughters. As both Madison and Kendal both acknowledged that Rowan’s already gargantuan prick never looked longer, nor thicker as he did right now.
“I didn’t think you could get that big. Holy shit Rowan.” Said Madison, as his hot load was still streaming down her drenched body. Kendal’s response was barely audible … “No ones bigger than you Rowan. It’s not possible to be that big. You should be dead.” Replied Kendal, gulping, eyeing the dangling heavy spent prick. Some thing was happening alright. Something wasn’t right.
I have the video to prove it. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was simply a ‘very good day’, but I swear I had never expected him to achieve a size such as this. His ‘accident’ was stimulating his already huge prick to new heights. It’s the only answer I can provide. I am not a man of medicine. I am an attorney, I close mergers, but nothing is more intimidating, nor deflating, that seeing Rowan like this, and mostly, to see how he has conquered both my daughters at the same fucking time. Can my wife be next? Joining her own girls to take on the massive appendage that Rowan enjoys? I gulp, as his pulse pounding prick finishes his latest cum festival.
Unlike his previous recordings, his prick is unable to rise. He is surely fully aroused, there is no mistaking it, but it appears he has grown so large, that his mammoth organ can barely go horizontal. His own grip of the still dripping organ seems to fall short of where he could reach before. This ‘accident’, has caused something to happen. He appears too large for even size queens, yet my daughters and wife, are all wired for big ones, and Rowan enjoys the biggest of the biggest.
He grips his ‘finished’ prick, admiring it, studying it, announcing … “I am getting bigger. I am getting better. I am not finished with you. Suck my huge deek. Worship it now, both of you.” Said Rowan between long deep breaths. He wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t finished. He was like a fucking machine, as both my daughters knelt at his feet, and did exactly as commanded. The sheer power he now commanded, the unmitigated gall, cock sure, and hung unlike anyone before him, Rowan ruled like a god, and to the women of my family, he was exactly that.
He pulled free his phone from my camera. I was sitting in my own mess. I had cum long ago, watching as Rowan’s mammoth prick tore into both my daughters, and he had only shown me a portion of it.
“You see what Rowan do. I can make worse. I want video of Joshua raping me. You give me video. I say before. I serious. Forty eight hours. Or Rowan make worse for you. Do as I say.” Said Rowan, his scowl, his demeaner never more firm. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him put his home-made videos on the net. That skinny, over equipped fuck wad had me. Had me right where he wanted me. I am beaten.
Next
Our contract was almost finished. The negotiations were tiresome, mostly busy work. I was a wreck. Having watched all this happen from afar. My timeline for satisfying Rowan was given an extension. I texted him, and tersely stated he would get what he wanted when I returned. That no further communication was necessary. Last minute delays of this merger came along as expected. If I had a gun, I would’ve gone postal. What a bunch of ass clowns, but after another 4 long days, it was finally done. A big payday, and ultimate relief that I would be going home.
No relief in confronting my wife, the widening concern I had for my daughters, whom were enjoying Rowan almost daily. Relief, that Rowan’s threats would stop, and that I might be able to put an end to this nightmare.
My camera was still working at Rowan’s home. After telling him I would supply him with the vid of Joshua raping him, he allowed me the ‘honor’ of witnessing his many conquests. He was fucking women I’d never seen before. Fucking them silly. He wasn’t good, he was a fucking sexual monster. He ate pussy, pounded pussy, and ate ass like no other. He was arrogant, surprisingly strong. My time away from home totaled 17 days, and I would be leaving tomorrow for home.
I had a really good sleep on Saturday night. Roger and I were going to golf today, and that’s when I checked my phone for Rowan’s latest adventure, and I didn’t think it could get any worse. What the hell? How did this come into being? Not this. I must be having a nightmare …
It must have been last night, and it was, and there in front of me, was my son’s wife, administering to Rowan’s towering prick. Her hands blurred over the fucking thing, as I wondered where my eldest, and only son must be. He can’t be there? Not in that room. Not watching his wife. He can’t ever see this. Not this. Not ever.
Walking in from the right of the camera, his arms crossed, his right hand partially over his mouth, was my startled son, watching, visibly shaken, as his wife labored over Rowan’s fully swollen flesh zeppelin. My son was clothed, watching in wide eyed horror, as Rowan’s mountainous prick held complete sway over his wife. Just like my daughters, she worshipped his monstrous erection. Hot, solid, completely emasculating. Somehow, someway, Rowan had edged his way into my entire family’s lives, as my stunned son watched his own wife, administer to the sick skinny fuck’s desires.
This shouldn’t be happening. But my son brought his wife and family down for the weekend. They had planned this as a surprise for me, but I was unavoidably delayed. Of all the fucking bad luck. I surmised Kendal or Madison must have mentioned Rowan’s massive member to one of them. No matter how it came about. As curious it might be. It was happening, or I should say, had happened, last night. I thought that my admission of having the tape of Joshua raping Rowan in his sleep would cast aside any further shenanigans, of this foul nature. My son’s face cringed in horror as Rowan’s long fatty began to jet into his wife’s face, the volume, the power, and the sheer dimensions of the fucking thing as he came were astounding.
I had to fast forward. I could watch no more. I was coming off the best sleeping night of the trip, and woke up to this shitstorm. But it got worse. It was like a bad movie I couldn’t stop watching. I didn’t fast forward. I was watching every fucking second. I was talking to myself again, saying that same word over and over … “No, no, no …”
My son now knelt before the beast. He was spellbound, his jaw dropping, as he gazed down the thick length of the improbably huge swaying prick. I winced in pain, actual pain, as my son’s trembling hands came up the titanic prick. To grasp the incredible thick prick, still soaked in the juices of his wife, whom had been laid waste by Rowan’s monstrous member.
I was surprised Rowan allowed it, but maybe, I wasn’t surprised after all, as my son’s hands began to stroke the already fatally inflamed member. Doubtless, starstruck, at the awe inspiring, completely improbable dimensions of a true mule dick. Rowan looked down, taking in the submission of a man, whom now worshipped the very thing that had dared take his wife in front of him, as Rowan basked in the ultimate defeat of all those whom dare cross his path. His huge prick seemed to jut out ever further from his skinny body. Sinfully proud is Rowan, as his gargantuan prick slays a man, while his sexually exhausted wife, sits pliantly by, admiring the beyond monstrous organ that had recently slain her.
I do not fast forward. I gulp, and watch as Rowan’s tool is loved, and savored by my only son. I do not doubt that this is first time with a man. He tells Rowan this very thing, but it’s his voice, it’s not the voice of my son, it’s that of a man who’s been completely overcome by something totally unexpected. I doubt I could contain the urge to satisfy this young hung stud. Whose mammoth heavy prick is filling out ever more, mostly from pride, as Rowan’s monstrosity surges under the hands of a man. A man whose hands cannot reach around a cock that is both incredibly fat, and terrifyingly long.
I watch it all. Spellbinding. Unthinkable. His cum is jetted into another’s mouth, as Rowan’s tool reaches its zenith. Well over ten inches. It is neither awkward, distasteful, nor repugnant. It appears to be an honored experience. As my son, does as his sisters, and mother have done. Appreciating every fat inch of the glorious prick that has been offered. I am without words, as my son releases the spent monstrosity. I doubt I could be so bold as to walk away from a such a giant prick if offered. Both tantalizing, and spellbinding. All eyes in the room show a puppy like love of the hanging prick, whose size is screaming for appreciation, and unmitigated, never-ending praise and attentions.
He operates without conscience. Fearless. Instilled with a confidence borne by the sheer size and visual appeal of his massive penis. His life is that of a boy. Instilled with the endless desires of a man to spread his seed. He walks over other men. He inflames the flames of inadequacy the moment his massive member comes into view.
I am rarely stunned, yet Rowan never ceases to best, and amaze me, and my family. I arrive home that late morning. I am dismissive of my family. I feel betrayed. I want this all to end. My son and his family left earlier. It is Sunday afternoon, near 1 PM, and rather than interact with my family, I hastily make my way to Rowan’s home.
He answers the door. There is no apology, nor a word spoken. I hold up my right hand and slap mine into his open left hand, to give him what he has endlessly asked, and tortured me for. It is the morning when Joshua, a physician’s assistant, a supposed medical professional, took charge of a sleeping male patients’ mammoth organ in my home. A cock that he, Joshua, enraged to the largest I had yet seen it. I didn’t know what plans Rowan had in store. But ominous clouds were building, of that I was sure. I mused what I might do if in Rowan’s place.
As it was, I wouldn’t have to wait long for the answer. Rowan didn’t waste time. He commands. He takes. The world is his oyster. I was confident in one thing, finding some false, strange comfort, that I would soon have company in my misery, that Joshua would be led down a road he would soon long regret.
I can easily imagine the excitement that must have been going through Joshua’s head, when he discovered that his sleeping beauty, Rowan, had asked for him to visit his home on Tuesday, to run some more tests and awaken him. Rowan even asked if there was anything ‘special’ he should do to prepare for the visit. Joshua’s need for Rowan’s gargantuan prick must have blurred his vision. Clearly, this was a trap. Plain and simple, and poor Joshua, took the bait, took the cheese, and soon this little mouse, would be asking for mercy.
How do I know this? Simple. Rowan shared his trap with me. The bait was taken, and Rowan filmed it all. While expecting Rowan to be asleep in his own bed, and instructed that the door would be left unlocked, Joshua agreed to come at 8AM to awaken Rowan, but Rowan slept at my home, and was awakened by me. I didn’t know of his plans, but he was clear, that I awaken him at 6:15AM. That it was okay to get him up early, since he knew I had an early tee off time at the links. I'll share that story later, so that about wraps it up for today.
But one more thing.
If you’re wondering. Ever since I got back. I put on my big boy pants. No one, and I mean no one, awakens Rowan but me. Dad law was in force. I returned to bickering sisters, edgy and put off, that they had to compete for Rowan’s affections, a wife layered with guilt, and maybe, just maybe, not so much guilt as I was led to believe, and as for me, I had seen, and had enough of this skinny shit running roughshod over my family. I told the wife to sleep downstairs. I told the girls to fucking behave, or be put out on their own. I kept the master bedroom, enforced ‘order’. I held the purse strings. I fully intended to be the master of my house again.
Daddy's back, and he's not happy.
Our contract was almost finished. The negotiations were tiresome, mostly busy work. I was a wreck. Having watched all this happen from afar. My timeline for satisfying Rowan was given an extension. I texted him, and tersely stated he would get what he wanted when I returned. That no further communication was necessary. Last minute delays of this merger came along as expected. If I had a gun, I would’ve gone postal. What a bunch of ass clowns, but after another 4 long days, it was finally done. A big payday, and ultimate relief that I would be going home.
No relief in confronting my wife, the widening concern I had for my daughters, whom were enjoying Rowan almost daily. Relief, that Rowan’s threats would stop, and that I might be able to put an end to this nightmare.
My camera was still working at Rowan’s home. After telling him I would supply him with the vid of Joshua raping him, he allowed me the ‘honor’ of witnessing his many conquests. He was fucking women I’d never seen before. Fucking them silly. He wasn’t good, he was a fucking sexual monster. He ate pussy, pounded pussy, and ate ass like no other. He was arrogant, surprisingly strong. My time away from home totaled 17 days, and I would be leaving tomorrow for home.
I had a really good sleep on Saturday night. Roger and I were going to golf today, and that’s when I checked my phone for Rowan’s latest adventure, and I didn’t think it could get any worse. What the hell? How did this come into being? Not this. I must be having a nightmare …
It must have been last night, and it was, and there in front of me, was my son’s wife, administering to Rowan’s towering prick. Her hands blurred over the fucking thing, as I wondered where my eldest, and only son must be. He can’t be there? Not in that room. Not watching his wife. He can’t ever see this. Not this. Not ever.
Walking in from the right of the camera, his arms crossed, his right hand partially over his mouth, was my startled son, watching, visibly shaken, as his wife labored over Rowan’s fully swollen flesh zeppelin. My son was clothed, watching in wide eyed horror, as Rowan’s mountainous prick held complete sway over his wife. Just like my daughters, she worshipped his monstrous erection. Hot, solid, completely emasculating. Somehow, someway, Rowan had edged his way into my entire family’s lives, as my stunned son watched his own wife, administer to the sick skinny fuck’s desires.
This shouldn’t be happening. But my son brought his wife and family down for the weekend. They had planned this as a surprise for me, but I was unavoidably delayed. Of all the fucking bad luck. I surmised Kendal or Madison must have mentioned Rowan’s massive member to one of them. No matter how it came about. As curious it might be. It was happening, or I should say, had happened, last night. I thought that my admission of having the tape of Joshua raping Rowan in his sleep would cast aside any further shenanigans, of this foul nature. My son’s face cringed in horror as Rowan’s long fatty began to jet into his wife’s face, the volume, the power, and the sheer dimensions of the fucking thing as he came were astounding.
I had to fast forward. I could watch no more. I was coming off the best sleeping night of the trip, and woke up to this shitstorm. But it got worse. It was like a bad movie I couldn’t stop watching. I didn’t fast forward. I was watching every fucking second. I was talking to myself again, saying that same word over and over … “No, no, no …”
My son now knelt before the beast. He was spellbound, his jaw dropping, as he gazed down the thick length of the improbably huge swaying prick. I winced in pain, actual pain, as my son’s trembling hands came up the titanic prick. To grasp the incredible thick prick, still soaked in the juices of his wife, whom had been laid waste by Rowan’s monstrous member.
I was surprised Rowan allowed it, but maybe, I wasn’t surprised after all, as my son’s hands began to stroke the already fatally inflamed member. Doubtless, starstruck, at the awe inspiring, completely improbable dimensions of a true mule dick. Rowan looked down, taking in the submission of a man, whom now worshipped the very thing that had dared take his wife in front of him, as Rowan basked in the ultimate defeat of all those whom dare cross his path. His huge prick seemed to jut out ever further from his skinny body. Sinfully proud is Rowan, as his gargantuan prick slays a man, while his sexually exhausted wife, sits pliantly by, admiring the beyond monstrous organ that had recently slain her.
I do not fast forward. I gulp, and watch as Rowan’s tool is loved, and savored by my only son. I do not doubt that this is first time with a man. He tells Rowan this very thing, but it’s his voice, it’s not the voice of my son, it’s that of a man who’s been completely overcome by something totally unexpected. I doubt I could contain the urge to satisfy this young hung stud. Whose mammoth heavy prick is filling out ever more, mostly from pride, as Rowan’s monstrosity surges under the hands of a man. A man whose hands cannot reach around a cock that is both incredibly fat, and terrifyingly long.
I watch it all. Spellbinding. Unthinkable. His cum is jetted into another’s mouth, as Rowan’s tool reaches its zenith. Well over ten inches. It is neither awkward, distasteful, nor repugnant. It appears to be an honored experience. As my son, does as his sisters, and mother have done. Appreciating every fat inch of the glorious prick that has been offered. I am without words, as my son releases the spent monstrosity. I doubt I could be so bold as to walk away from a such a giant prick if offered. Both tantalizing, and spellbinding. All eyes in the room show a puppy like love of the hanging prick, whose size is screaming for appreciation, and unmitigated, never-ending praise and attentions.
He operates without conscience. Fearless. Instilled with a confidence borne by the sheer size and visual appeal of his massive penis. His life is that of a boy. Instilled with the endless desires of a man to spread his seed. He walks over other men. He inflames the flames of inadequacy the moment his massive member comes into view.
I am rarely stunned, yet Rowan never ceases to best, and amaze me, and my family. I arrive home that late morning. I am dismissive of my family. I feel betrayed. I want this all to end. My son and his family left earlier. It is Sunday afternoon, near 1 PM, and rather than interact with my family, I hastily make my way to Rowan’s home.
He answers the door. There is no apology, nor a word spoken. I hold up my right hand and slap mine into his open left hand, to give him what he has endlessly asked, and tortured me for. It is the morning when Joshua, a physician’s assistant, a supposed medical professional, took charge of a sleeping male patients’ mammoth organ in my home. A cock that he, Joshua, enraged to the largest I had yet seen it. I didn’t know what plans Rowan had in store. But ominous clouds were building, of that I was sure. I mused what I might do if in Rowan’s place.
As it was, I wouldn’t have to wait long for the answer. Rowan didn’t waste time. He commands. He takes. The world is his oyster. I was confident in one thing, finding some false, strange comfort, that I would soon have company in my misery, that Joshua would be led down a road he would soon long regret.
I can easily imagine the excitement that must have been going through Joshua’s head, when he discovered that his sleeping beauty, Rowan, had asked for him to visit his home on Tuesday, to run some more tests and awaken him. Rowan even asked if there was anything ‘special’ he should do to prepare for the visit. Joshua’s need for Rowan’s gargantuan prick must have blurred his vision. Clearly, this was a trap. Plain and simple, and poor Joshua, took the bait, took the cheese, and soon this little mouse, would be asking for mercy.
How do I know this? Simple. Rowan shared his trap with me. The bait was taken, and Rowan filmed it all. While expecting Rowan to be asleep in his own bed, and instructed that the door would be left unlocked, Joshua agreed to come at 8AM to awaken Rowan, but Rowan slept at my home, and was awakened by me. I didn’t know of his plans, but he was clear, that I awaken him at 6:15AM. That it was okay to get him up early, since he knew I had an early tee off time at the links. I'll share that story later, so that about wraps it up for today.
But one more thing.
If you’re wondering. Ever since I got back. I put on my big boy pants. No one, and I mean no one, awakens Rowan but me. Dad law was in force. I returned to bickering sisters, edgy and put off, that they had to compete for Rowan’s affections, a wife layered with guilt, and maybe, just maybe, not so much guilt as I was led to believe, and as for me, I had seen, and had enough of this skinny shit running roughshod over my family. I told the wife to sleep downstairs. I told the girls to fucking behave, or be put out on their own. I kept the master bedroom, enforced ‘order’. I held the purse strings. I fully intended to be the master of my house again.
Daddy's back, and he's not happy.
Ha C, love it! "Daddy's back and he's not happy!" Well, just wait till he catches his whole family worshiping Rowan's Monster! Just mind blowing size! 
