Houseguest

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Innocent Bystander

I am home. I have taken control of my family. At least I think I have. Rowan still spends the night, but only I awaken him, and dutifully send him on his way. He is no longer welcome for breakfast, only to sleep, then quickly leave. I would sleep in, but I can’t. I’m in protection mode. I have new cameras in the hallway to Rowan’s room, and throughout the house. All know this, and all are under the gun of my authority. Both of my feet are down. Enough of this damned monkey business.

On Wednesday, I awakened Rowan and hurried him out of the house. My women were under strict orders not to interact with him. I can handle the backlash. I can handle a lot. As it was, I ate breakfast, unaware that my phone was pinging, since I had left it upstairs. It was recording the latest installment of my ‘Rowan cam’. I didn’t see it until after all the women of the house had left for shopping and lunch, and yes, I had ‘eyes’ on Rowan’s home. If there was going to be a secret rendezvous. It couldn’t happen at Rowan’s without my knowing. I took care of all that.

While they were away, I felt for my phone, and realized I had left it upstairs. I quickly found an alert to a new recording. Rowan had moved the camera to a different room in his home, and dutifully recorded his escapades, even going so far as to replace the battery, so he could continue to torture me uninterrupted. He had placed the camera into the back room of his home, and on this occasion, he entered the room completely naked, but seemingly unaware of where he was, and that my camera was recording him.

Envy is a sin, but seeing his big softie slapping effortlessly from one thigh to the other, his flaccid size daunting, and unrivaled. He was already longer and much thicker than me, the head of his cock barely poking out the bottom of his ample foreskin. He was checking his phone and took a seat facing the camera. Eventually, he began playing some games on his phone, his huge cock lay between his thighs like a soft flesh log. It bent to the right, then back to the left in an arc. The kid is so hung it’s fucking stupid.

Later he appeared to be looking at some pictures. He started flicking through them, at least, that’s what I assumed. The entire time, I was riveted on his massive flaccid cock, and I didn’t miss it as it began to move. The shaft was clearly inflating, bending as the huge head was caught against his thigh. Forcing the huge member to swell along his right thigh, he kept flicking through the images, as his thick dong continued it’s slow, imposing growth.

He hadn’t touched the damn thing as it expanded further, until the head broke free with a jolt, and the huge shaft was freed to inflate and grow unabated. It didn’t rise for some time, but each passing second displayed the terrific gifted growth he was endowed with. I gulped, adjusting my puny cock, as his already huge dick, continued to reach out further from his groin, the fucking thing had grown to at least 3 times it’s starting point in mass, and it wasn’t even full hard.

His left hand reached down and pulled it aloft, the foreskin had already given in to the outlandish dimensions he had achieved, the retreat of his foreskin revealed a pink, apple sized head, with a piss slit that must exceed over a half inch. Already, precum is beginning to form, as his left hand explores his ample length, and astounding girth. He can barely reach around it, but all that changes as the ever-expanding prick soars higher and higher, and separates his fingers past any point of encircling his solid imposing prick.

It points directly to the ceiling, as Rowan’s right thumb shifts through the pictures that have aroused his massive weapon, while his left manipulates his now gargantuan schlong past ten solid inches. In less than two minutes, his once huge softie, is now a raging fat slab. Too large for the faint of heart, too long for all of it to be taken, and too thick for a vast majority of women. He lets it rest upon his chest, as the leaking head of his weapon is even with his nipples as he slouches in the couch.

He pauses, and finally takes a look at his fully erect tool, I see him build it up, then spit upon his magnificent weapon. He discards his phone, and embraces it with both hands. His expression never changes. There is a quiet contentment, an acknowledgement, as his ‘old’ friend soars far from his slim body. He spreads his legs, and readjusts his balls. Apparently, he must have been sitting on one of them awkwardly.

He was free to explore his straining weapon with both hands. I was jealous, there was far too much room. He had so much, and it was so thick. His size was so great, that it had pulled the skin along the slick weapon taunt and firm. There was little give, as veins bulged, and the leaking head helped soak the glistening shaft. He didn’t say anything.

His size was staggering. After 5 minutes or so, his huge prick had clearly achieved full size. After seeing him so many times, I feel I am as intimate with his huge prick as if it were my own. The bulging veins, and deepening color were clear giveaways, that he had reached his full, unheard of, and glorious potential. His hands moved up and down upon the fat prick faster and faster, only to slow as he neared orgasm.

He was edging, teasing the monstrous prick to it’s utmost, then backing off when on the cusp. He did this multiple times. I wasn’t aware that over a half hour passed, it’s completely mesmerizing, 40 minutes, nearing 50 minutes when I finally looked at the clock. Ashamed I had cum twice while watching him torture his monstrous prick, teasing, and taunting his body, denying it of release, as his mammoth cock screamed out for release.

Fuck was he huge. The abuse had left the damn thing longer, and thicker than I remembered seeing it at any time before. It throbbed as he let it rest upon his stomach and chest. He should faint from how horrifically aroused he ultimately became. He didn’t move from that couch; he sat back and admired the suffocating size and beauty his fully erect organ had ultimately achieved. He has no competitors, no peers, he stood alone on the huge cock ladder, a miracle of evolution.

He was closer than ever, his huge tool throbbing, the massive head leaking a steady stream, the swollen prick was many shades darker, never more ominous, as his shaking hands moved in for the finish. He grasped the fucking thing at the base, and climbed it with one hand over the other, a whopping four hands. I shuddered as the head of his steely hard prick flared, he held it there admiring it, and for the first time, I could hear his breathing.

 

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I don’t speak Ukrainian, his excitement didn’t allow English to be spoken as his fully enraged, and abused prick began to cum like a fucking firehose. Easily 5 to 6 feet into the air came that first wet blob, and it was big, that single blob probably equaled my entire load at my age, and it was only the beginning. He was swearing, egging himself on, admiring, and lusting over his own ungodly huge prick as it continued to belch a staggering load.

That first shot was followed by countless others, some of them almost reaching the ceiling, as they came raining down upon him, upon the couch, the floor, everywhere, as he began to mumble incoherently, lost, in worshipping his fully erect masterpiece. His expressions were so intense, his prodding of his enormous member, left it a mind-blowing size. His edging, had left the fucking thing painfully inflated, wincing as he pumped, and squeezed the last of his load from the base, to the sickly monstrous head. His chest heaved in deep breaths. Just watching him was exhausting, already killing an hour of my day.

When he released it this time, his head was back, and he was laying back almost as he would when laid out on a bed. Incredibly, the head nearly reached his nipples. If I had to guess, he passed eleven inches. During this whole event, all his bodies energies were focused on one thing, and one thing only. Maintaining his huge prick at its most disturbing dimensions. He appeared almost groggy. I shuddered to think he could out for so long, and bring his massive prick to such an enormous, fatal size.

His load soaked his upper body and arms, he was dripping from his own salty sweet load. He didn’t seem to care one bit. His chest was still heaving, he was collecting himself, coming out of a sexual fog of his own making, as his squinting eyes took in the totality of what he had allowed his cock to become. A completely hard, and totally gross enormity. Far too large for me to fully comprehend. He smiled at what he had done, at what he had become, as he lay back in the filth of his sloppy wet load.

He reached over to a small table, and produced a ruler. I never thought, nor considered how exciting it might be to watch him measure himself. His dick was still leaking, and hadn’t lost anything. Tortured into an unforgiving hardness, his size, and his size alone, clearly excited him. His right hand trembled as he held that fucking beauty aloft with his left. He announced it to himself in Ukrainian, as I repeated his words over and over in my head, until I got on my phone and translated his admission.

Twenty-seven and 3 tenths centimeters. Translated for the US population: Ten- and three-quarter inches. He didn’t press in, he merely held his sold prick aloft, pointing it skyward, as his shaking right hand held it long enough for him to see. He kept repeating that number, and remeasuring himself, in total disbelief that he could achieve a size such as this. He leaned in, and kissed the huge head of his mammoth prick, licking it, loving it, as he could so easily do. I was exhausted watching him love himself.

I guess I wasn’t surprised, that he did it again. Barely a pause, or time to rest. He kept abusing his huge prick, admiring, lusting, and perverting over that fucking thing, lost in love, with his succulent, completely gargantuan tool. Whatever brought forth his sleeping problem, also brought forth growth in his already enormous prick. He should stop. But he can’t help himself, as he mutters a single word over and over, a word in his native tongue that I must translate.

I didn’t really need to translate it, but I wanted to confirm, what I already knew, the word he kept repeating was bigger, bigger, bigger … and he didn’t stop, until he nutted a second time some 45 minutes later. This time, at the finish, he was exhausted, covered in second layer of his own cum, he lay back for a time, his abused prick was punishing him, for it didn’t retreat.

If he wanted it hard, and harder still, he got his wish. I watched as he stood, his huge pole, fell off his chest and stomach, twisting to the left, slapping audibly along his thigh, hanging over three quarters the way down towards his knee. Swollen to the extreme, it looked painful, as he planted his fists on his hips, and admired how far down the heavy prick hung, examining the hellish dimensions as it bounced beneath him.

It was still leaking, he was gaining size since the accident, there was no doubt in my mind, or his. I wanted his problem. The skinny fucker sleeps like he’s dead, and his prick is getting both longer and thicker. I wished I could bottle both of those things and sell them. I’d be a billionaire. I left Rowan as he stood there, his prior loads leaking down his slim frame, as his hands held his fantastic prick, stroking, and loving his ‘new’ size. Quite the prize for this 20 year old.

I had enough. I couldn’t watch himself pleasure himself a third time. If you’re wondering, of course he did, but I was too exhausted to watch. I’ll save it for later. Strange thing is, I don’t think he was aware he was being filmed. I actually felt like I was seeing a genuine moment with him. I would find out later, that I was right, he forgot to cover the camera, giving me a free show. Of how a massively hung man pleasures himself. Hell, I could make money just listing this kids huge dick on line while he masturbates. Which makes me wonder why he hasn't already done so.

 

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Payback

I return to the tale of Joshua, whom not only implicated me, but mostly himself with his reckless, and illegal attentions to a sleeping Rowan, and the abuse that Rowan endured while under the care of a supposed medical professional.

Rowan was kind enough to let me watch. He didn’t seem put off that my women were suddenly off limits to him. If anything, I believe it freed him up for other, how do I put this? Other … ‘projects’.

Joshua was one of those projects. He arrived early, over an hour early. He clearly wanted a repeat of his visit with Rowan when under my roof. He let himself in, and made his way upstairs following the directions on the door. He arrived in Rowan’s room, but suddenly found the room empty.

He heard a kid with a strange Ukrainian accent calling out to him from downstairs, at the back of the house. He followed the sound of that voice, not knowing what was in store, but suspecting something was amiss. Joshua was feeding his huge dick addiction, his prior engagement with Rowan left Rowan’s massive penis with scrapes, and small bite marks, and a sore prostate. There was no hiding it. Yet Joshua refused to believe the sleeping teen would know he had been abused.

“I remember you from hospital. From Mister Deeds house. Sit. Rowan will do all talking.” Said Rowan, as a crestfallen Joshua immediately knew he was not only ‘outed’ but that he was guilty. Joshua held out that there was no proof, he knew it was his word against Rowan’s, but the evidence was plain. A video clip shown. Guilt was clearly established, and there would be consequences.

Joshua didn’t protest. Though muscular, and easily bigger and stronger, he had no reason to believe that Rowan had any evidence, but now is the time for show and tell, and Rowan didn’t miss a beat.

“You rape me. You fucking rape me in my sleep. You suck my huge dick, stick finger in ass …” Stated Rowan, as Joshua cut him off.

“No. No I did not. It must have been someone else in the house … I …” Started Joshua, but Rowan cut Joshua off, Rowan already had his phone out, he had a portion of the video already keyed up and ready to go. It was the part where Joshua used his sexual skillset to enrage Rowan’s cock to its utmost, a prostate massage of the ages resulted in Rowan’s huge prick lashing out both longer and thicker than I had ever seen it. A quick 20 second or so view was all it took. Rowan had evidence; and he was willing to use it.

“This safe. I have copies. You rape Rowan. You can lose all. It time for Rowan to take, and I will. You just under doctor. You make good money. You give me $400 a week cash, so Rowan forget you rape. You give every week, or I fucking bring down Joshua. You piece shit. You owe Rowan. I will collect.” Said a hugely put off Rowan, I had never really seen him mad before. For such a muscled hulking guy, Joshua was reduced to a mumbling submissive fool.

“No. I can’t do that. I won’t …” Said Joshua, but his tenor was weak, he was weak, Rowan had him by the fucking balls, as Rowan cut him off.

“No try play Rowan. Make it $500 cash per week. That better than losing job, life. Maybe jail. You give Rowan. I not fool, you fucking fag bitch.” Said Rowan. Give him credit, he had balls, big ones, and I knew he had it in him to use extortion, and I suddenly had the fear he might try the same with me. That by allowing me to see this, he was laying the groundwork for more ‘free’ money. You have to see it from his perspective. He has no job, no visible means of support. No skillset but one. He’s simply incredible in bed, and is hung like the mule he believes himself to be. Worse, he perceives he has nothing to lose.

Joshua went silent. He was in deep shit. He fucking knew it, and Rowan had all the evidence he needed. Joshua was such a fool by mumbling how much bigger Rowan appeared after his stay at the hospital, a sure, and final ‘tell’ that he had raped Rowan at least once before, when Rowan was under the care of the hospital. A man’s overwhelming desire had betrayed him. His current choices, were all bad, he surmised it all pretty quickly. His mind made up.

“What day … what day should I bring the money? My schedule changes. I have to work every other weekend, and my daily schedule varies as well.” Said Joshua, his head held up, for he was beaten, but still proud. I’ll wager he cursed his bad luck, and at least for the time being, he would pay Rowan, unless, he could find a way out.

“This is good. You bring on Tuesday, or Wednesday each week. Small bills. Nothing bigger than fifty.” Said Rowan.

“Rowan? Are you getting bigger. Longer? Thicker? Since the accident?” Asked Joshua, his curiosity pushing him further, his inquiry more a confirmation of what he had seen of Rowan both in, and out of the hospital.

“Yes. Rowan bigger. Over three centimeters long. Same for thick.” Said Rowan, unconcerned that his already huge prick appeared to be in a growing phase since the accident. The volume added was enormous, but his starting point was already grossly huge, as was mentioned by Joshua.

“My God Rowan. You were monstrous to begin with. How big were you before the accident?” Asked Joshua, his chest was showing an increase in the depth of his breathing.

“Rowan over twenty-four centimeters long. Over nineteen centimeters thick.” Admitted Rowan, which I converted to astonishing numbers for someone, who at the time, was probably 19 years old.

“And now?” Asked Joshua, his cock now showing. For Rowan’s revelation had clearly excited Joshua.

“Rowan over twenty-seven centimeters long, over twenty-two centimeters thick.” Stated Rowan proudly. His crazy accent, and his using the metric system a throwback to his Ukrainian heritage.

“Jesus.” Said Joshua. Understanding the full impact of what was happening to Rowan, and as I did the math, Rowan’s increase in size had taken place in a little over three months.

“I know I have no right to say this. But you should keep track of your growth. You should measure yourself weekly, using the exact same method every time. I say this, since your sleeping issues, and your growth are probably tied together in some strange way, and there is a chance you’ll keep growing. You’re already the biggest I’ve ever heard of, and by a wide margin. Your mass is incredible. It could ultimately cause you harm.” Said Joshua, clearly excited, knowing full well, that he stood in front of the most well equipped man he would ever encounter.

“Rowan not worried. I still grow is okay. I stay hard longer. Rowan able stay hard as long as three hours. Rowan cums much more than before. I am stud. Rowan biggest. Rowan bigger. Rowan better.” And there was no doubting him, but I was with Joshua on this one. When does it all stop? What if, Rowan becomes so big, that he can’t function? His ability to awaken on his own is still not possible. What if he remains this way?

Rowan’s gaze fell upon Joshua’s bursting crotch. Joshua was in heat. His breathing was a tell, so was the big bulge in his pants. Joshua was just like my women. Wired for big ones. Rowan made it clear he saw Joshua’s big dick. He kept looking at it.

“How big you?” Asked Rowan. Clearly the authoritative figure in the room.

“I get over seven inches, and it’s thick, but … but nothing like you. I’ve been with my fair share, but no one, no one anywhere is near your size. You’re more than twice the size of the biggest I’ve ever seen in person, or in film.” Said Joshua. Forlorn, that he couldn’t take advantage of Rowan for one last time, instead, he was being extorted, and had no way out.

“Is this big?” Asked Rowan pointing at Joshua’s crotch. Which piqued my curiosity. Did Rowan ever research penis size online? Was his only reference, those men with whom he interacted? For he was a serious gamer. He did little else, other than, of course, jerking off his giant dick.

“Yes. In the real world, I’m very big, but not up to your standard. Not even close.” Said Joshua, adjusting his near bursting prick.

 

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“Rowan not gay. But you want measure Rowan’s huge deek? See yourself my stud deek?” Asked Rowan, catching both Joshua, and myself completely off guard.

“It would be an honor. You’re not serious? You’re not fucking with me are you?” Asked Joshua. Struggling to control his excitement, but too late. As I noticed the immediate stain in his pants. He fucking came at the mere mention of Rowan’s offering. Rowan even caught sight of it …

“Funny. You cum in honor of Rowan’s huge deek. You wet self. Good. You keep clothes on. Rowan show you stud deek.” Said the ever confident, and hugely endowed twenty year old. Pulling over his top, and lowering his pants and underwear to his ankles, as Joshua uttered …

“Thank you Lord. Thank you Rowan. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit!” Said Joshua lustfully, and passionately, for the display of Rowan’s fat flaccid dick, was unforgettable, and unbelievable. For it was the largest offering that either Joshua, nor any other man or woman would ever enjoy seeing.

Rowan loved his power, as his huge prick expanded effortlessly towards the floor. Rowan turned and waddled to the sofa table and retrieved his ruler, and held it out to a shaking, and quaking Joshua, whom eyed the magnificent oversized prick for the ultimate prize that it was.

“You not touch. Rowan bring to full. Then you watch Rowan measure.” Said Joshua’s new boss. He didn’t dare offend his favorite patient. He never would. He was honored, and gratefully absorbing every moment as Rowan’s mammoth cock surged towards ten solid inches. Worse for Joshua, was the way it taunted him. There it was. Right in front of him. Pure torture. So fucking gifted. So fucking huge. Incredibly inviting. Growing, and growing, inflating hands free into what must be double digits, struggling to rise up, but so heavy and long, that it appeared impossible, until that very thing began to happen, and just a few feet from him.

“Holy shit! That’s fucking impossible!” Said Joshua, for I forgot one thing. He had never seen Rowan’s cock when Rowan was awake, and able to instill, and will, his gargantuan prick to grow, and grow it did. It was twisting to the left, trying to rise up, but Rowan had apparently reached the end of his hands free growth, as both his hands came in, and gathered up the giant fucking prick.

“Rowan finish to hard. You watch.” Said without emotion, more a cold matter of fact. Rowan’s grasp upon his cock showed the enormous girth, and allowed one to see the terrific length to full effect. For his hands had plenty of room to roam upon the staggering amount of cock that was still protruding ever further from his slim body.

Wait for it. And wait we did. For Joshua and I, the wait took sinfully long, but the longer the wait, the better, as Rowan’s once pink prick got darker and darker, and gained ever larger bulging veins, and appeared every inch a foot long if not longer.

Mouthwatering. Monstrous, Joshua was working his ‘big’ dick through his already wet pants. He jetted another load inside his pants, as Rowan was clearly teasing Joshua. For Rowan’s cock was straining, totally, and fully erect. Every inch the man that neither Joshua, nor I, could ever achieve, not even a fraction.

Rowan’s teasing continued. He got off on being this monstrous, even letting go the fucking thing, which incredibly stuck out straight from his body. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” Was Joshua’s emotional retort, completely enraptured with Rowan’s towering fat prick. The need to touch it was killing him. His hands even came out a bit, but quickly retreated when Rowan’s gaze shut him down in an instant.

“You want Rowan’s huge deek? You want touch?” Asked Rowan, as a gushing Joshua quickly nodded ‘yes’.

“No. You no touch my huge deek. I tease. You watch.” Said Rowan, as his already huge prick was on the brink. Too bad for Joshua, as Rowan’s hands retreated, letting his ultimate weapon hang menacingly, taunting, and teasing the helpless Joshua.

“I about cum. But not now. You see how big it is. I am fucking huge. Rowan is hung like mule.” Said with almost a bitterness at how easy it was to snare in Joshua, how weak Joshua was when it came to Rowan’s fatally inflated tool, and pity all those whom dared cross his path. The puddle on the floor was gross. For Rowan’s huge dick was leaking precum the entire time. Minutes passed as seconds, and maybe not surprisingly, those minutes were nearing twenty-five minutes, for this ultimate hung showoff.

No one could doubt he was equipped well enough to pull it off. He was torturing Joshua, tantalizing, so close he could touch it, and yet completely out of bounds. I could see Joshua’s wheels spinning, for if Rowan would do this today, what about tomorrow? The day after that? Maybe, just maybe, he could pay Rowan for just this. Joshua loved giant meat, and it got no bigger, nor better than Rowan’s.

So close was Rowan, that his own hand shook as he held the metric ruler over his fully swollen member. Joshua came in closer as Rowan called out … “twenty seven and one half centimeters”.

Fuck, what an explosion, as Rowan’s huge prick let loose a gushing amount of hot semen. Ropes of it, as Joshua looked on awestruck at what Rowan had created. Joshua let out a pleading … “PLEASE!” For which he was rewarded, as Rowan aimed his jutting, heaving masterpiece in Joshua’s direction. It took little time to soon cover Joshua’s body with a tremendous shower of hot cum. Filthy huge, pulsing a monstrous load that matched the size of his monstrous erection. Joshua moaned, and tried to aim his mouth in the direction of the flared spurting head.

But Rowan would move his mammoth cock away from Joshua’s mouth. Eventually shaking his tiring prick in Joshua’s direction, as the cock whore bathed in Rowan’s steamy, sticky leavings. Rowan released his spent tool. Taking in the suckling cock pig that Joshua had become. He was collecting Rowan’s load from his clothing, and sucking up all he could find like a human vacuum cleaner.

Neither embarrassed, nor concerned about how he appeared, Joshua was basking in the glory of the honor bestowed upon him. Joshua couldn’t, and wouldn’t shut up about the generous gesture that Rowan had allowed him. But Rowan wasn’t finished with him, he never was.

“Open wallet.” Demanded Rowan, whose hanging prick was still leaking upon the top of his feet. It hung menacingly, juicy, fat, and incredibly long, twisting over three quarters way between his thighs.

Joshua did as was ordered, and produced his wallet. “Show me cash.” Demanded Rowan, as Joshua held it open for him to see.

“Pull out and count.” Said an aggressive Rowan, to a physically, and emotionally overrun Joshua. Pity him, he was weak, so enamored of Rowan’s mammoth prick, that he would do damn near anything Rowan would ask.

“One hundred, fifteen dollars. It’s all I have on me.” Said Joshua, his mouth hanging open, eyes still riveted upon Rowan’s grossly huge prick, which remained painfully hard, huge, and tempting. It was calling out to Joshua even now, and I couldn’t blame him in the least.

“Leave on table. Bring $500 tomorrow. This your first week. Now go little bitch. Run to your boy toys.” Said Rowan, all powerful, his commanding nature had the bigger man readily acknowledging his superior. Rowan was not to be questioned, or trifled with. He stood above all others. Above reproach. All Joshua could do was heap praise and thanks upon Rowan. I think in some way, it left him less a man. I got that sense from Rowan, how easily he had beaten, and destroyed Joshua almost seemed to disgust him.

Joshua gathered his things, as Rowan waited for him to leave. Upon which, Rowan approached the camera, and picked it up, giving me a close up of his massive spent prick. He held it up to his face, looking directly at me …

“You next. You film me. Now you pay. Think of number. Rowan make you pay, just like little bitch Joshua. I be coming for you.” Finished Rowan, covering the camera, and putting it to sleep. My heart was beating through my chest. I won’t let him extort money from me. I’m a lawyer, I’ll crush this fucking punk.

But part of me didn’t want this all to end. I enjoyed watching him in action. With others, by himself, even with my wife and daughters. It’s so wrong, all of it, but to see him in action with his gargantuan prick. Those moments, are the most sexually thrilling moments of my life. I don’t want to be cut off; the skinny shit is the best show in town.

 

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“Rowan not gay. But you want measure Rowan’s huge deek? See yourself my stud deek?” Asked Rowan, catching both Joshua, and myself completely off guard.

“It would be an honor. You’re not serious? You’re not fucking with me are you?” Asked Joshua. Struggling to control his excitement, but too late. As I noticed the immediate stain in his pants. He fucking came at the mere mention of Rowan’s offering. Rowan even caught sight of it …

“Funny. You cum in honor of Rowan’s huge deek. You wet self. Good. You keep clothes on. Rowan show you stud deek.” Said the ever confident, and hugely endowed twenty year old. Pulling over his top, and lowering his pants and underwear to his ankles, as Joshua uttered …

“Thank you Lord. Thank you Rowan. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit!” Said Joshua lustfully, and passionately, for the display of Rowan’s fat flaccid dick, was unforgettable, and unbelievable. For it was the largest offering that either Joshua, nor any other man or woman would ever enjoy seeing.

Rowan loved his power, as his huge prick expanded effortlessly towards the floor. Rowan turned and waddled to the sofa table and retrieved his ruler, and held it out to a shaking, and quaking Joshua, whom eyed the magnificent oversized prick for the ultimate prize that it was.

“You not touch. Rowan bring to full. Then you watch Rowan measure.” Said Joshua’s new boss. He didn’t dare offend his favorite patient. He never would. He was honored, and gratefully absorbing every moment as Rowan’s mammoth cock surged towards ten solid inches. Worse for Joshua, was the way it taunted him. There it was. Right in front of him. Pure torture. So fucking gifted. So fucking huge. Incredibly inviting. Growing, and growing, inflating hands free into what must be double digits, struggling to rise up, but so heavy and long, that it appeared impossible, until that very thing began to happen, and just a few feet from him.

“Holy shit! That’s fucking impossible!” Said Joshua, for I forgot one thing. He had never seen Rowan’s cock when Rowan was awake, and able to instill, and will, his gargantuan prick to grow, and grow it did. It was twisting to the left, trying to rise up, but Rowan had apparently reached the end of his hands free growth, as both his hands came in, and gathered up the giant fucking prick.

“Rowan finish to hard. You watch.” Said without emotion, more a cold matter of fact. Rowan’s grasp upon his cock showed the enormous girth, and allowed one to see the terrific length to full effect. For his hands had plenty of room to roam upon the staggering amount of cock that was still protruding ever further from his slim body.

Wait for it. And wait we did. For Joshua and I, the wait took sinfully long, but the longer the wait, the better, as Rowan’s once pink prick got darker and darker, and gained ever larger bulging veins, and appeared every inch a foot long if not longer.

Mouthwatering. Monstrous, Joshua was working his ‘big’ dick through his already wet pants. He jetted another load inside his pants, as Rowan was clearly teasing Joshua. For Rowan’s cock was straining, totally, and fully erect. Every inch the man that neither Joshua, nor I, could ever achieve, not even a fraction.

Rowan’s teasing continued. He got off on being this monstrous, even letting go the fucking thing, which incredibly stuck out straight from his body. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” Was Joshua’s emotional retort, completely enraptured with Rowan’s towering fat prick. The need to touch it was killing him. His hands even came out a bit, but quickly retreated when Rowan’s gaze shut him down in an instant.

“You want Rowan’s huge deek? You want touch?” Asked Rowan, as a gushing Joshua quickly nodded ‘yes’.

“No. You no touch my huge deek. I tease. You watch.” Said Rowan, as his already huge prick was on the brink. Too bad for Joshua, as Rowan’s hands retreated, letting his ultimate weapon hang menacingly, taunting, and teasing the helpless Joshua.

“I about cum. But not now. You see how big it is. I am fucking huge. Rowan is hung like mule.” Said with almost a bitterness at how easy it was to snare in Joshua, how weak Joshua was when it came to Rowan’s fatally inflated tool, and pity all those whom dared cross his path. The puddle on the floor was gross. For Rowan’s huge dick was leaking precum the entire time. Minutes passed as seconds, and maybe not surprisingly, those minutes were nearing twenty-five minutes, for this ultimate hung showoff.

No one could doubt he was equipped well enough to pull it off. He was torturing Joshua, tantalizing, so close he could touch it, and yet completely out of bounds. I could see Joshua’s wheels spinning, for if Rowan would do this today, what about tomorrow? The day after that? Maybe, just maybe, he could pay Rowan for just this. Joshua loved giant meat, and it got no bigger, nor better than Rowan’s.

So close was Rowan, that his own hand shook as he held the metric ruler over his fully swollen member. Joshua came in closer as Rowan called out … “twenty seven and one half centimeters”.

Fuck, what an explosion, as Rowan’s huge prick let loose a gushing amount of hot semen. Ropes of it, as Joshua looked on awestruck at what Rowan had created. Joshua let out a pleading … “PLEASE!” For which he was rewarded, as Rowan aimed his jutting, heaving masterpiece in Joshua’s direction. It took little time to soon cover Joshua’s body with a tremendous shower of hot cum. Filthy huge, pulsing a monstrous load that matched the size of his monstrous erection. Joshua moaned, and tried to aim his mouth in the direction of the flared spurting head.

But Rowan would move his mammoth cock away from Joshua’s mouth. Eventually shaking his tiring prick in Joshua’s direction, as the cock whore bathed in Rowan’s steamy, sticky leavings. Rowan released his spent tool. Taking in the suckling cock pig that Joshua had become. He was collecting Rowan’s load from his clothing, and sucking up all he could find like a human vacuum cleaner.

Neither embarrassed, nor concerned about how he appeared, Joshua was basking in the glory of the honor bestowed upon him. Joshua couldn’t, and wouldn’t shut up about the generous gesture that Rowan had allowed him. But Rowan wasn’t finished with him, he never was.

“Open wallet.” Demanded Rowan, whose hanging prick was still leaking upon the top of his feet. It hung menacingly, juicy, fat, and incredibly long, twisting over three quarters way between his thighs.

Joshua did as was ordered, and produced his wallet. “Show me cash.” Demanded Rowan, as Joshua held it open for him to see.

“Pull out and count.” Said an aggressive Rowan, to a physically, and emotionally overrun Joshua. Pity him, he was weak, so enamored of Rowan’s mammoth prick, that he would do damn near anything Rowan would ask.

“One hundred, fifteen dollars. It’s all I have on me.” Said Joshua, his mouth hanging open, eyes still riveted upon Rowan’s grossly huge prick, which remained painfully hard, huge, and tempting. It was calling out to Joshua even now, and I couldn’t blame him in the least.

“Leave on table. Bring $500 tomorrow. This your first week. Now go little bitch. Run to your boy toys.” Said Rowan, all powerful, his commanding nature had the bigger man readily acknowledging his superior. Rowan was not to be questioned, or trifled with. He stood above all others. Above reproach. All Joshua could do was heap praise and thanks upon Rowan. I think in some way, it left him less a man. I got that sense from Rowan, how easily he had beaten, and destroyed Joshua almost seemed to disgust him.

Joshua gathered his things, as Rowan waited for him to leave. Upon which, Rowan approached the camera, and picked it up, giving me a close up of his massive spent prick. He held it up to his face, looking directly at me …

“You next. You film me. Now you pay. Think of number. Rowan make you pay, just like little bitch Joshua. I be coming for you.” Finished Rowan, covering the camera, and putting it to sleep. My heart was beating through my chest. I won’t let him extort money from me. I’m a lawyer, I’ll crush this fucking punk.

But part of me didn’t want this all to end. I enjoyed watching him in action. With others, by himself, even with my wife and daughters. It’s so wrong, all of it, but to see him in action with his gargantuan prick. Those moments, are the most sexually thrilling moments of my life. I don’t want to be cut off; the skinny shit is the best show in town.

Hi C, I loved this because it had so much of Rowan's mind set! His power to manipulate everyone is supreme because of his giant endowment...that is such a turn on to me! To make all sex for Rowan exciting is thrilling me. Please keep going, I can't wait for the next chapter...

 

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Origins

I had been home two weeks from our last merger. With everything seemingly in order at home. I went to a local bar. A dive really, but it was close, and it was cheap. I decided on a whim to walk the half mile to get there, and sat down for a cold one, alone, collecting myself in this quiet moment, a time to forget of all that had happened regarding Rowan’s prior influence, and the awkwardness, that continues to permeate my home.

In walked Ken, he saw me, and his eyes lit up. He lives just down the street from me, and since Covid hit, we hadn’t talked, nor seen each other very often until now except for a wave, or a quick talk from open car windows.

“Pull up a chair buddy!” I exclaimed. For Ken’s not one to be annoying, he’s younger, married, probably passed 40 years old since we last spoke.

“How long has it been? Late 2019?” Asked Ken, as he shook my hand and took a seat.

“Yep. October, right around the time Walt died.” I replied, motioning for the bartender.

“Good old Walt. What a little bitch he was.” Said Ken, whom didn’t miss Walt one fucking bit. I doubt anyone did.

“Walt was always complaining about something. Arguing about where the property line was, how loud my dogs were, it went on and on.” Said Ken, as I remembered my run ins with Walt as well. Always complaining about my kids. It was always something. I think Walt lived for that shit, since he had little else after his wife died.

“Yeah … other than that he was okay? Huh?” I replied, as both of us broke out laughing, but our shared laughter was about to end, for Ken had something he wanted to warn me about.

“Hey. I understand that Dimitri’s kid … Rowan, is staying with you guys during the night? That he fell on your property? And has some strange sleep disorder because of that fall?” Asked Ken, my little ‘vacation’ of leaving Rowan out of my mind quickly over.

“Yeah, that’s right. The kid fell during one of Madison’s pool parties at the house. My wife insisted Madison invite him, and he ends up falling on his back, and knocking himself out. He tripped on his own feet. I have the video to prove it. He was trying to sneak pictures of the girls in their bikini’s. I doubt he had ever been poolside before with so many hot young women. Anyway, he got distracted, and fell, I had to call for an ambulance, and come to find out, that once he goes to sleep, the only way to awaken him, is by shaking his upper body. Damndest thing I’ve ever seen. He’ll sleep through anything, earthquakes, loud noises, I bet he’d drown before waking up during a flood.” I replied, as Ken’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah … I heard about all that. How long has this been going on?” Asked Ken. With a hint of concern.

“Almost three full months now. His father has been away. He went back to Ukraine when the war started there, to evacuate family, that type of thing. He served in their military when he was young, and when he came back, and after he got his, and his former wife’s family safely into Poland, they ‘invited’ him to stay and help fight, and that’s what he’s been doing ever since. I promised to help, and keep an eye on Rowan for him. Especially after the accident.” I replied, as my appetizer showed up, which I promptly shared with Ken.

“Yeah, I heard that too. Neighbors talk you know.” Said Ken, pausing, as I didn’t reply right away, for it seemed he had more to offer.

“Ya know, I should warn you about Rowan. I … I have some aahhh … well, something I should caution you about him.” Added Ken, clearly disturbed, and uncomfortable, but Ken had no idea of what I’d seen and experienced from Rowan being under our care. At least, I hoped not. As I wondered how far the gossip train had travelled, and what might be known of Rowan’s time under my roof.

“What about Rowan?” I asked, knowing more than I ever wanted to know about Rowan, but wondering what Ken might have to share.

“Well, how do I go about this?” Said Ken, more to himself than to me, he was working up the nerve to tell me something. Carefully pondering his next statement.

“Ya see, I should start from the beginning, just to give this some context. My wife had met this physical education teacher from the high school, when shopping at the supermarket, and they kind of hit it off. Became friends, and she would come by the house and hang out.” Said Ken, as I added …

“You mean Ms. Stevens right? My daughter Kendal had her for gymnastics.” I replied, to which Ken nodded in mildly surprised agreement.

“Exactly right. ‘Ms. Susan Stevens’. Easy on the eyes, in good shape, and as it turns out, she convinced my wife to ask me for a threesome.” Said Ken, startling me. I had no idea something like this could happen to Ken and his wife Sarah.

“You gotta be fucking kidding.” I replied, feigning surprise, for nothing really surprises me anymore, not after what I’ve been through with Rowan as I waited for Ken’s confession.

“Nope. Not one bit. I gotta admit, it was kind of awkward, eventually after we got going, Sarah, sind of backed off, and it was just me and Susan. I hadn’t been with another woman in over twenty years, and it was really kind of strange. We tried to include Sarah, but she seemed reluctant. I guess you could call it a change of heart, when we actually got into the moment, it seemed the consequences actually started to hit Sarah. As if she didn’t know, or understand, that there would be potential, or real consequences.” Finished Ken, as he turned and asked for another beer.

“So, that was it then?” I asked, hoping he would finish, for there appeared to be much more to this story.

“No. Far from it. But there was no fight, nor argument. I thought it strange you know? Sarah should be upset, but she strangely isn’t, until about two weeks later. I mean, this was last year, Covid shutdowns still going on. Ya know how it was, the whole world is upside down with this Covid shit consuming everyone’s life. So, out of the blue. Sarah asks me if we can have another threesome. And I’m like … what? ‘I didn’t think the last one was that great for you?’ and I was confused.” Said Ken, nervously looking about to make sure no one else could possibly hear us.

“So, she goes on and on that she thought it was interesting, and that she was just scared. So, she has more to say. I can feel it. So I’m rather perplexed, waiting, and she asks if we could have another man for this next one. Now, I’m really not into this kind of thing to begin with, I was barely into the first one, and I’m wondering what’s lacking in our marriage, that drives her to do this, but she drops a name. A name that really surprises me. She says it’s the young man from down the street … Dimitri’s son … Rowan. I mean, that hit me as so fucking weird. Is this kid of age? Isn’t he still going to high school? Where the fuck did this come from? This skinny geeky kid? All these questions are going off in my head all at once. And as I’m pondering all of this, Sarah pipes up, and tells me …”

“Susan’s been with Rowan. He’s supposed to be good in bed, and well … he’s kind of … you know? Hung?” Said my Sarah. My wife. She’s telling me that it’s Rowan, that he’s good in bed, and that he’s hung. But I’m the biggest guy she’s ever been with. Every woman I’ve been with tells me I’m their biggest. And this skinny, goofy, barely legal kid from down the street, is the one you want in a threesome? I mean, come on? How big can this kid be? I’ve been sexually active longer than he’s been alive for Christ’s sake. How good can he be?”

“I don’t know why, maybe it was my pride being challenged, but since I felt a little guilty that I was the beneficiary of our last threesome, why not let her have it her way. So, I agreed.” Said Ken. His long monologue over, but I had shivers down my spine. This was last year, long before Rowan’s accident, long before Rowan came to share our roof, and eventually take my entire fucking family.

“Jesus Ken. What happened next?” I asked, already knowing the fateful answer, but not the details.

“What the hell. I’ve gone this far, so I’ll tell ya everything.” Said Ken, taking a long drink, then coming in closer to lean on the table, his voice in a near whisper.

“So … we arrange a daytime thing, since Rowan’s father is working during the day, and Rowan doesn’t have any friends, so he wants to be sure his father is away working. Mind you, I’m not worried in the least. I mean, he’s a fucking recluse, a simpleton, what can he know in the bedroom that I don’t know? Right? I mean, how big can this kid be? Bigger than me? Maybe, but still, he’s just a kid, inexperienced, and I’m no idiot, it’s clear that Ms. Stevens … Susan, set this thing all up, and I’ve considered the possibility that she’s been with Rowan, maybe taught him a few things, and probably found out about him during the course of her job as a phys. Ed teacher at the high school. Something which could cost her her fucking job if it’s discovered she was having sex with a student.”

 

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“Now, it’s the day of the event, right? I’m looking out the window as he walks up the street. You hardly ever see him out and about. Skinny, six-footer, that black hair of his all over the place. I tell myself he’s no threat. No worries, right? It’s near noon, cloudy outside as I leave the window, waiting for the ring of the door.”

“He knocks, not seeing the doorbell, and Sarah is the one who rushes to open the door. I’m surprised at how quickly she moved, like she was super anxious to get the ball rolling. We greet him, I shake his hand, and I’m surprised by his firm handshake. I didn’t expect it from such a meek recluse. He’s not much for talking, and it’s clear we should get started, and get it over with. I’m doing this for Sarah anyway. So, I ask him where he wants to do this, the bedroom or maybe the … and he just pipes in, cutting me off … “Right here. Here is fine.” Says this skinny kid.”

“You know. This kid was born here, but he insists on having this Ukrainian accent thing going, like it sets him apart or something. I know his mother didn’t adjust well to the US, and that they probably spoke Ukrainian exclusively at home, but come on. It’s as if the English language never took a hold of this kid. He’s always got this broken English, that gets right to the point. But I’m probably telling you something you already know.” Said Ken, looking off, clearly remembering that fateful day, for I know this didn’t end well. I’m speaking from experience, and privately thrilled, to hear of Rowan’s exploits before he entered the lives of my family.

“So, I say 'let’s get undressed', and even before I finish the sentence, I can see Sarah undoing the buttons on her top. In fact, her nipples are already hard, trying to poke holes in the fabric. I casually begin to undress, I’m older, more mature, I’ve been involved in a threesome before, I got a big one, and as I look to Rowan, he’s locked onto Sarah, and seems eerily completely care free. It’s like he’s sizing her up, like a predator might do. I mean, he’s a fucking kid, he should be showing some nervousness, right? He should be a little afraid. I mean, he couldn’t have possibly been involved in a group scene before? Right?”

“I’m about to say something, to prod him along to undress, but he soon does, kicking off his shoes and socks, casually pulling his shirt over his head. As for Sarah, she’s already naked, casting aside her clothes without a care. Now I’ve got a big cock. I know this, and I can’t imagine Rowan having a bigger cock. I know ‘Ms. Stevens’ has sampled the goods, but come on, he’s a fucking kid. When he pulled down his pants, his underwear came with them, and I heard a gasp to my left. Sarah stood wide eyed, jaw dropped, watching Rowan’s floppy cock come into view.”

“I have to assume he has a semi. I mean, the kid is big, but he can’t be completely soft? I had looked earlier, and I hadn’t seen a bulge to indicate anything like that was present. I was taken aback a bit, but assumed he was partially hard. He didn’t carry any expression, he just stood there, as Sarah began to walk towards him. I admit, I couldn’t believe how beautiful his cock was. I never considered I would find one attractive, but his cock was a work of art. I’m not gay, far from it, but I had to appreciate what he carried, and as Sarah knelt down at his feet, her hands came up, and revealed the horrible truth … that his cock was soft, completely soft. You could instantly appreciate the potential, and he was already hanging maybe six inches, and thick.”

“She squeezed it, crushing it, she didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate, she immediately put it in her mouth. The suction of her mouth pulled it out, and I mean, pulled it out a far way. He just stood there, his right hand came up to her head, as he looked towards me, the right side of his mouth was coming up in a menacing little smirk, and when I looked down, I saw Sarah choking, spiting out his quickly inflating prick. Sarah is great at head, she can take all of me, but this kid … he was fucking massive, and it clearly wasn’t even hard. It was covered to the base in her spit, but she could never reach the base of it again, for it had added at least two inches, easily passing me in length, and the thickness was astounding, he was already twice my size, and he clearly wasn’t finished growing.”

“He stood there, his expression changed to a wide toothless smile, as he eyed me through squinting eyes. The arrogance, his ‘secret’ was out, he wasn’t a little bigger than me, he was fucking monstrous, the biggest I had ever seen, no matter the medium, print, video, as he patted her head, for Sarah’s hands continued to prod and pull upon the damned thing. I was sure he was finished growing. But it just kept going … and going … and going. I wanted it to stop. It had to stop. I figured he was a foot, if not more. At this point, his size was greater than mine by at least four times, probably more. Sarah had to back up, as his huge prick swelled and grew to a completely gargantuan size. I never felt inadequate before, but I was completely shattered, I was crest fallen, and we were barely two minutes in.”

Ken paused here. I didn’t want him to stop, nor could I contribute, that I had undergone the same fucking thing. That I was more than intimate with the damage Rowan could cause.

“I was powerless. Helpless. I mean, I could crush this skinny kid, but I stood there, like a deer in the headlights, as he took Sarah’s hands off his huge prick, and let it hang. I said something like “Jesus!” Or something to that effect. I mean, this kid’s dick is so large, that Sarah couldn’t possibly enjoy him. So this … is what Ms. Stevens discovered when at the high school. A miscreant loser, whom just happened to have a giant fucking dick. Not big ... Fucking gargantuan. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and it was dripping, actually dripping on the floor, primed, and ready for the kill.”

“Rowan got off on it. I mean, I’m not even aware that I’ve been jerking my cock, and I’m full hard, and a mere fraction of what protrudes and hangs from his body. He’s a fucking mutant, and I admit, I was turned on by the size and beauty of his mammoth cock. I was so turned on, that I came fast, shooting all over my own floor. I was awestruck, as this teenager motioned Sarah to the couch. I realized, that he was in total and utter control. Nothing need be said. Rowan. This skinny, awkward, quiet, goofy neighbor, instantly ruled within my very own home. I had no reply, no retort, nor ability to resist this silent killer. I was a rabbit, going against a wolf.”

Ken paused once again. Collecting himself. He had said so much. I could see his wheels spinning, recalling the horror of watching Rowan’s huge tool surge, inflating, and growing far beyond where normal men dwell, but I had to hear what came next.

“So … what happened next. Please … go on.” I asked, imploring him, hoping he would finish his tale.

“He hadn’t said much since arriving, but he was the fucking boss. That much was abundantly clear. He ordered Sarah to the couch in his freakish goofy accent. “You. Go couch. Lay back.” He said, and she did so, backing up, never turning her back on him, as his huge prick swung out in front of him, swaying and bobbing about. It was so ‘dirty’, constantly leaking, and far too large to enter my Sarah. I was sure he was too well equipped for that, but he didn’t do what I expected.”

“He went to his knees, and began to eat her out. I thought I was good, but he was a fucking master. He had her cumming … not once … not twice, but three fucking times. All I did was stare at that huge dick of his, and my wife’s obvious enjoyment of his oral mastery. His telephone pole dick actually hung so far, that it would sometimes come in contact with the floor. A puddle of precum formed under the hellish thing. I was a passerby, a visitor, humiliated, an attendee to a sexual sporting event, of which I was reduced to a meek observer.”

“If there was a time to stop this, it was now, as Rowan rose up, and stood over her. He hadn’t touched his dick, but it had remained hard the entire time. He looked towards me, not for approval, but to inform me, announcing … “She ready. I fuck her now.” That’s what he said, and that’s what he proceeded to do.”

“I was staggering, barely able to comprehend what he grasped in his hand. Only now, did I realize, that he couldn’t reach his own hand around that fat dick of his. I mean? Who can be that thick? How can he even be standing here, holding something like that, and not faint? I was woozy. I know I was in shock, for his dick can’t be as big as it appears. It just can’t.”

“He rubbed the huge head over her pussy. Only to pause, and use a cushion to raise her hips up a bit, so he didn’t have to kneel so much. I could only stare with envy at his huge dripping prick. Holy fuck, is he hung. Impossibly monstrous. I had never seen Sarah so wet before. As if her body was responding, and reacting to protect itself from the gigantic prick that hung before her. I gulped, and held my breath as he once again lined up his huge prick, then pushed forward, easing, then forcing the mammoth thing into my Sarah. She moaned, her hands came out to stop him, but neither one of us could stop him, nor stop ‘it’. I came in closer, as the lips of her pussy completely disappeared. Consumed, by the horrendous thick prick that now wormed itself inside her body.”

 

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“Shivers ran up my spine. Along with incredible surprise. She could handle him! How can that be? Her hands would come out periodically to stop him, and he would pause, but as her hands retreated, he would take his cue, and push more and more of that fat fucking thing inside her. I estimated she had more than two times my volume inserted inside her, and barely half had entered her writhing body. She didn’t speak words, it was all moans, groans, and little cries, as she started to cum under the weight and pressure of his vastly larger cock. I was reduced to a big nothing burger. What Sarah was experiencing fucking dwarfed me, as Rowan displayed an uncanny knack for fucking. He would move her about, never letting his huge member leave her body, and soon, after breaking her in, nearly three quarters of his massive hot slab sent my wife into a sexual wasteland.”

“Inside myself. I was sulking, scared of what he was doing to her, bringing from her. I’m simply amazed that Sarah has accepted something so grossly huge inside her body. Sarah never came so hard, nor so often with me. He’s just a fucking kid. Shouldn’t he have cum by now? It was hell watching him mount and pound her. Pure torture, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off his dick. It appeared bigger, both longer and thicker. He was clearly at Sarah’s limit. She was asking him to pull it out, that she needed a break, some relief, not just from her multiple orgasms, but relief from the continuous, unforgiving strain of his thick dick. What he pulled free, actually bounced to the horizontal. He was bigger, more fully aroused than before … I simply had to ask this man what he was packing. I couldn’t help myself …”

“Is that a foot long? Jesus, you’re so fucking huge.” I asked, commenting under duress, in complete and utter awe, at what sprung from his skinny body.

“No. Rowan not foot long. Just under ten inches. Don’t bother now. Rowan busy. I will finish her.” Replied that fucking ass, but I thought he was lying. He appeared more than three inches longer than me, and for fucks sake, that damn thing shouldn’t be horizontal. It’s too long and heavy, but he surely, and relentlessly returned to the task at hand, and reinserted that fucking baseball bat dick of his. He must be close, for the color of his cock is darker, and as continued to pummel my little Sarah, and when he pulled free, I gasped at the sheer fucking size he had attained. It was astounding.”

“The first pulse shot clear over Sarah’s head, and it was a huge orb of white, the force, the sheer force of what shot out from the huge swelled head was incredible. It was followed by blast after blast, coating my Sarah in a lather of sickly hot cum. I never came anything close to that, not in volume, nor duration. It took him nearly a half minute to drain that huge dick of his, and what a dick it was. He had to have exceeded ten inches. His used dick was jutting upwards when he released it, and it took me a while to realize he was looking at me, at my tiny exposed dick. I forgot to mention, I came a second painful time, so taken in by the size and beauty of Rowan’s show stopping, ungodly huge organ that I couldn’t stop jerking off my ‘big’ cock in honor of his. I was dwarfed. I was in the presence of greatness. For my eyes didn’t lie. Rowan’s cock remained hard, pointing straight out, or slightly rising up. He was far from spent.”

“I was silently cursing Susan, for having suggested this to my wife, and was this? After all? Their end game? That our being with Susan in our first threesome, was a set-up, a prelude to the ‘real’ event. To place a guilt trip upon me, so I would feel inclined to include a man in our next threesome. I was sure that was their plan after seeing what Rowan was blessed with. For Rowan wouldn’t have been welcome if I had known he was this much bigger, nor so skilled. My twenty-five plus years of sexual experience paled next to this skinny teen. He was gifted, not only with a monstrous hulking dick, but a skillset that I hardly understood.”

“Rowan wasn’t finished with us. He proudly entered, and pounded the hell out of Sarah. Had her screaming his name. He would torture me along the way, pulling out his huge heavy dick. Allowing it taunt me. Telling me … “You not as good as Rowan. See … she enjoy bigger. She love my huge deek. She love way Rowan eat pussy. Watch Rowan. He better. Watch bigger man. Real stud, fuck her good.” He was bossy, arrogant, bullying me with his gargantuan prick, he was way out of my league, he could back it up, and he was doing it right in front of me, taking my wife on the wildest ride of her life.

“He proceeded to pound, and at times, brutally fuck her into oblivion. She never came so often, nor so deeply. He didn’t hold back anything. He was ripping her apart, as I was reduced to human rubble, watching Rowan’s huge cock turn her, mold her, nearly turning her inside out, fucking wrecking her. He was getting close to nutting a second time. He pulled it free again, and I couldn’t understand how he could stand. It was so swollen, and heavy, so thick, it should pull him over, my baby’s pussy lay gapping open.”



“He purposely pulled it free to show off, and he had plenty to show. He held it aloft in both his hands, eye candy for me to lust over. To wish that it was my own. Only this time, he finished himself off by driving that pussy pounder of his deeply inside her. Driving home his mammoth dick into Sarah, and by extension, into me, burying every last drop of his hot seed, deeply, inside her.”

“Her legs quaked, her body shaked, as I watched, deeply shaken at the tremendous depth, and daunting stretch his oversized organ delivered. All but two inches had entered, the sheer amount of man meat dwarfed my meager cock. With bulging veins, his bloated dick continued it’s assault, nutting what must be his last load of the day.”

“I was relieved. Finally, he’s finished. He pulled free, but did so slowly, purposely making sure that I saw him withdraw his ultimate weapon. It took forever for the head to finally appear and fall free. Not only did Sarah’s pussy gape, his load was slowing leaking out. What a fucking mess, and what a magnificent dick. It was still fully enraged, completely swollen. The head was huge, like a fucking apple, with a huge slit. Sarah was out of it. Wasted on the end of so many orgasms from this hellish thing.”



“Rowan stood and faced me. I had covered up long ago. I was in shock, humiliated, completely silenced. Mute witness to the ultimate sexual power that he exuded into the very air. The visual was striking. His huge spent prick was still dripping, still hard, and this whole affair had taken roughly 70 minutes of my life in the space of what felt like seconds. I was a non-factor, but it was still a threesome.

There was Sarah, Rowan, and … Rowan’s gargantuan prick”

“So. There it is. My experience with Rowan, and his taking of my Sarah. I’ve come to terms with it. We’re not the same couple we were before his visit, and yes, it was all planned out by Susan and Sarah together beforehand. Susan had convinced my wife, that Rowan was the best of all men, don’t look at the surface she explained, it what’s under the hood. I should mention, that what happened that day, wasn’t actually over at that moment. My wife was exhausted, as was I. That much is true. I felt like I had just lost a 15-round fight in the ring, but the real master here, wasn’t finished with us. No. Not Rowan. He wasn’t finished. He waited, baiting me for my release, my relief, that the pain he cast upon me was over.”

“Sarah lay back panting. I stood by helplessly in awe of his huge dick. Spellbound by the length and thickness. I was sure we had finished, that was until Rowan spoke one word … “Worship.” My Sarah knew what he wanted, I sickly did too, my spent cock rose in appreciation, as my wife sat up painfully, realizing the damage he had caused with his fat unforgiving prick. She grimaced, but abided by his one-word command, and began to service his beast prick.”

“I never had a dog behave so well. Sarah grabbed that fucking thing with both hands. Kissing, slobbering and jerking the damn thing towards his third nut, but it took time, it took attention to detail. It took an agonizing half hour before his huge cock would cum. His load was still large, but clearer in appearance, the volume was nearly the same. He ruined my wife, ruined the couch, he ruined me. I came a third time too, but it was mostly dry. I came in honor of his huge mouthwatering dick. It was never bigger, both in length and girth as he was when he nutted that third time.”

“Once he was finished. I didn’t have a single word to say. The only thing Rowan asked for, no, more rightly demanded, was that Sarah wash off his huge dick. She wanted to lead him to the bathroom to do as he wished, but he would have none of it.” Said Ken.

“No. You clean here. In front of husband. Fill pot water, get soap. Clean Rowan’s huge dick while he watch. This is what we do.” Said that arrogant fuck, and she did just that. His spent dick was more than twice my size when full hard. Sure, it had retreated, but it was still swollen, and huge beyond belief. He got off on it, as Sarah cleaned and dried that fucking beautiful thing right in front of me.”

“Damn, is he hung. She labored over that fucking thing. Mumbling under her breath, hands shaking, in disbelief that she had taken that fucking thing inside her body. Satisfied she did a good job. Rowan packed away his huge dick, looking at me and saying “Good luck.” As if I, or any man could follow him up. He sneered at me, adjusting his huge member, telling my Sarah to stand. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. A long sloppy kiss, straddling her leg so she could feel his huge spent dick against her naked skin through the fabric of his pants.”

“Before leaving, the shit stain had the gall to suggest I follow him up, but I could never match what he had done. He tore any ‘luck’ from me permanently. He left, every inch the stud any man dreams to be. He had taken my wife, humiliated me. Leaving us both dazed and confused. I’m still in denial, that he was actually so well equipped, and sexually well versed. I was but a child next to him. I never felt so small, nor inadequate.” Regretted Ken. For unknown to him, I had gone through exactly the same damn thing.

“I now know why Susan had pressed so hard for Sarah and I to entertain Rowan. He was simply unbelievable. The most erotic moment of my life, and it involved a man, my wife, and his mammoth, beautiful dick. His stench, or should I say ‘taste’ lasted for weeks. We had to put the couch to the curb, had to clean the throw rugs. But we couldn’t clean ourselves, couldn’t begin to take back what happened. It was more nightmare than anything else, and sadly, he wasn’t finished with Sarah, or me. But I’ve said enough. Sorry about that, but … you have no fucking idea how well endowed that skinny fucker is. Nor how good he is in the sack. It’s mind boggling.” Said Ken, his story over, we’re on our third appetizer, and fourth and fifth beers respectively …

“So. I thought I should warn you about Rowan, and that the very second you can get rid of him. Do so, since he could destroy your house, and all that you love. It’s not pretty, being upstaged by that worthless, unmotivated kid.” Said Ken …

“I wish you had come to me sooner.” I replied. Asking the barkeep for a round of shots for the both of us. I could already see Ken’s expression changing.

“You’re too late. Rowan took my wife, Kendal, Madison, along with my son and his wife. It’s a long story, and if you’ve got time. I’ll fill you in.” I replied, as Ken’s jaw dropped, muttering … “Fuck no. Not you? Not your whole family?” Said emphatically, stunned by my revelation.

“Hook line and sinker. Everyone, every last one. Sadly, there are no survivors.” I replied, as Ken and I lined up our shots. It was going to be along afternoon into night after all. The tendrils of Rowan had a long reach, what other mischief had he caused? Who, and where, are his other victims?

 

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Hi C, I love how u tell this through his neighbor's point of view, very sexy! I also loved when Rowan makes the wife clean his huge beast right there in the living room in front of her husband...and she takes her sweet time loving it! ha ...perfect.

 

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Rowan’s First

I failed to mention my short talk with Rowan after my return from our latest merger. He quickly demanded I pay him $500 a week to not place the videos he made of himself taking my wife and daughters on the internet. I put an end to that shit on the spot. I explained the not so obvious. That I wouldn’t come after only him, but his father, and I would win. I will take their home, and other possessions if he dared try such a thing. I had placed that camera in his room to ensure his safety, nothing more.

His fall at my home was recorded. He tripped on his own two feet while perving for pictures of his bikini clad classmates. I had done him a great favor by taking him in. For all the ignorance I perceived he had, he got the message pretty quick. I shut him up in a hurry. He didn’t dare cross his father, nor fuck with a lawyer. I had him by his big dick, and he fucking knew it.

He was quick to apologize, and left with his tail between his legs. As luck would have it, that very same day. I crossed the path of his physical education teacher, Ms. Stevens at the market. She knew me, and recognized me instantly from her training with Kendal a few years ago, before Covid hit.

She didn’t know, that I had seen every inch of her, exposed under the beyond mammoth cock of Rowan, as he drilled her into submission. I suddenly had trouble imagining her with any clothes on. She’s rather average in the face, but from what I’ve seen, her body is a wonderland. Nice firm tits, cut abs, small sexy feet, and those glasses she wears are fucking hot.

She asked how Kendal was doing, and spoke well of Madison, and that’s where it appeared to end, but when I got through checkout, so did she, and we happened to park close to one another in the lot. We hadn’t talked of it before, but she asked how was Rowan working out, and how nice it was, that we had taken him in after the accident.

I explained that it wasn’t too bad, but I had this mischievous urge consume me. I had talked to Rowan, asking when he lost his virginity, and it was to his phys. Education teacher. The very person in front of me. I didn’t pause to consider how she would take it. I frankly didn’t give a damn …

“So. I understand you took Rowan’s virginity?” Asked without a care. As her face displayed the complete shock of my question.

“I don’t know what you mean …” Began Sue, but she must have known what Rowan had done to my family with his monstrous cock. Hell, I was sure she had full knowledge, the skinny shit was still railing her with his huge prick. I knew as much of Rowan’s shenanigans, or possibly even more than her, I just wanted to hear about his first time, and how it came about.

“Don’t be shy. The ‘kid’ told me. Don’t be coy. I’ll wager he told you about taking both my daughters, my wife, and just recently my son and his wife. He’s laid pipe to my entire family. So please. Don’t act like you didn’t take him, when he was your student, and that you’re still with him. I already know that much.” I replied, my prosecutorial skills were vast, I had barely touched the surface.

“Well? I don’t really … Your whole family? He slept with them all? How is that even possible? That’s nuts.” She replied, coming in closer to keep her voice down.

“Every last one. They’re all on a ‘time-out’, right now. But I want to hear about his first time. I get the student/teacher thing. Don’t care. Just want to know about his first time. How you knew … he was … aaahhhhh let’s say … gifted?” I replied, as she checked out her surroundings.

“Well. I guess it’s okay, but please not a word to anyone about it.” She stated as she placed her items into her car, and folded her arms, leaning against her car. Knowing full well her career was in jeopardy.

“It was during Covid. I was teaching physical education over the net to the students, and I had Rowan in one of my classes. Now, I’m looking at all these small images of those attending online, and I noticed that Rowan wasn’t paying attention in the least. I admonished him to pay attention, and he gave me this annoyed look, and impish frown … the next thing I see, he stands up, and his dick is hanging out, and it’s semi erect. He flipped it around like a helicopter, and it went far past his hips, really far, and when he stopped, it was much bigger. Easily, ‘THEE’ biggest I had ever seen. I had to compose myself, since I was online with about 20 plus other students, and I was shocked.” Paused Susan, as I noticed her body’s reaction to her remembrances of that moment.

“Here I am, online teaching in front of a bunch of students, most of whom are drifting off into la la land, and this kid is swinging the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I mean, it was fucking crazy. I could hardly think, and my body began to respond, and I’m hoping the students haven’t noticed what’s happening to me.” Said Sue, as she paused, looking about, confirming no one was near.

“So, it was a few days later, and as I was driving, I see this tall skinny kid walking along the road. It’s lightly raining, and my heart skips a beat. It’s Rowan. He’s walking home from town. So, I slow, and offer to pick him up. He says … in Rowan speak … “No. I fine. Not much to go.” But I drive alongside, and ask him a second time. He stops, and gives me this look. Like he’s all annoyed and put off.” Replied Sue, as I notice her nipples are straining, huge rocks, she’s clearly in the moment.

“So … So he … he tells me. ‘I ride, if you suck my huge dick.’” I can’t believe he just said this, but I hesitated, and with that, he began to walk again, but I couldn’t let him get away. I simply have to see it, to have him. I don’t think he understands just how hungry I was for him, but I was wrong. He knew it all along. He was a virgin. But he was unlike any virgin I had even known. I had taken 5 or 6 boys, and turned them into men. But Rowan. He was different. He was exceptional. Unlike the others, he was already a full-on man. I simply had no reasonable expectation to consider how ‘advanced’, and polished he actually was.” Paused Sue, as she let out a deep breath, pondering her next words carefully.

“You’re a lawyer. You know what could happen to me by admitting this, but you have no idea what I was up against, for I didn’t either. He got in my car, and told me to drive behind the old tile factory. I parked in the back, as he looked me over. He ordered me to take off my top while he watched. That skinny shit had me right where he wanted me, he was controlling me, and he fucking knew how weak I was for him. He was born with some strange ability to understand how hopelessly I was attracted to him, to his huge dick. I was putty in his hands. I hadn’t a clue to what I was up against. I mean, I’m his first, but the roles? The roles? … They’re completely reversed. I feel like it’s my first time. I was suddenly under his spell. A fucking teenager is calling the shots, and I felt this wash of relief, that what I was doing, was perfectly fine.” Said Sue, her body still responding to the events of that day.

“I’m thinking there’s no way he’s a virgin. His hands are all over my breasts, his mouth is sucking my nipples, kissing them. He’s aggressive, his left hand is inside my panties, he’s fingering me. Diddling me, digging deeper, even going to far as to finger my asshole. I’m thinking … ‘What the fuck? He’s no virgin.’ So I start to protest, telling him I don’t believe he’s a virgin, but as he pulls back, I’m struck with how serious he is.”

“You think I liar? Fuck you bitch. Rowan is huge. Not liar.” He tells me, and I quickly understand, that he’s not kidding, he’s fucking serious, and as he begins to reach for the door. I’m left pleading with him to forgive me. I’m all amped up. I’m dripping wet. I never wanted a man so badly in my entire life. He was put off, but he stayed. I was never so relieved in my life.”

“He tells me … “Pull out my big deek. Suck it.” His dominant tone was such as turn on. Rowan was so commanding. If any other man tried to boss me around like that, I’d tell them to fuck off, but not Rowan. I didn’t hesitate. He lifted up his hips so I could get after it. Other than that, he didn’t help me beyond that. He sat there, as I went after his huge dick. I was rewarded with a huge softie. I’m good at head. A fucking vacuum cleaner. I took that fucking thing completely to the base. But already, I could feel it swelling, filling my mouth, I’m forced to open wider and wider, and when I pulled off, I nearly threw up. He was fucking monstrous. I had never taken one so large, and he was quickly growing beyond my ability to handle him. I went in a second time, and barely got past the head … my teeth were scraping along his huge dick, and my head was being forced higher and higher.”

 

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“He was already much bigger than any man I have ever been with, and it wasn’t finished. My eyes were bulging, looking down the length of that fucking thing, as his left hand was working me over. He was pinching my clit, and fingering me like a pro, and all the while, my head is forced upwards by the sheer length of his mammoth fat cock. He’s easily more than twice the size of my biggest. It was so fat. I guessed he passed ten inches. He fucking had to be.”

“I’m sorry if I’m so graphic, but it was the most memorable sexual moment of life. I didn’t think he would act like this, nor be so … so fucking gargantuan, so fucking good. I was stunned, and before I knew what was happening, I was creaming over him. I came, and it was hard. I’ve got my head on his left shoulder, slobbering and muttering, trying to collect myself, as his left hand is blurring over my pussy. He was rough, but not too rough. It was raunchy, raw, animal … he was incredible, and he was a fucking virgin! I was light headed as my eyes caught his huge leaking prick.”

“It was a work of art. I take it back, he was easily more than twice the size of my biggest. It was a fucking log. A long, super fat log. It tapered upwards. The base was gigantic. The damn thing was thicker than my arm, and to even take in the head was a strain on my jaw. He knew he was hung, and hung huge, and damn, he was rightly proud of it.”

I didn’t have to add, nor question anything. I leaned upon my car, adjusting my cock, as she continued. Oblivious, to how aroused she had become.

“So, there I am. Confronted with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously? Does he even have a clue how fucking huge he is? I can’t begin to reach around the damn thing. The head alone, barely fits in my mouth, and he’s so aggressive, and sure of himself. I had to push myself back, and look at what I was up against. Holy fuck! He’s a fucking monster. His left hand is taking my hair and forcing my head down upon his huge wet dick. I open wide, and grab it with both hands. He’s ordering me about … telling me to stroke, lick and kiss his huge mule dick. That’s how he always referred to it … mule dick.” Sue paused again; her chest was heaving in ever deepening breaths. Once again, she looked around to see if anyone else was taking in her tale.

“I’ve been around forceful, take control men before. But none like this. I was scared, but it was so delicious, I was intoxicated with his boasting about his ‘mule dick’, for he knew he was monster hung, and all the while, it swelled further, longer, fatter, until it seemed ready to burst. I had big cummers before. But nothing like the load that coursed through his fucking fat cucumber. I was startled by the force, and volume, I had to pull off, push my head off the spitting fucking thing. My reward was a huge shot of his cream, that splattered along the front of my forehead, and went into my hair, then eyes. It stung, and he kept cumming. With such force, it hit the ceiling of the fucking car. It was drooling out of my mouth, it’s spurting everywhere. He’s still fingering me. He remained hard. I was lathered in his spunk, and I was cumming along with him.” Sue stopped there. She had to collect herself. She was coming down, her next statement was calm, collected …

“It was the most intense sexual moment of my life. He grabbed that huge fucking thing and brought it to my lips. Telling me to finish it. I did. I was literally in shock. His dick was still hard, and it was humongous. I had doubts that I could take him inside me. He was that fucking huge. I was more than warmed up, and I was worried we would be discovered, but there I was, following his orders to leave the car, and go outside, in broad daylight, for he wanted to fuck me … and that’s what he did. Over and over again.” Sue’s recollections had my little cock hard as rock. I was about to ask her about what he did next, but she was all wired up. I needn’t ask her, she wanted to tell me.

“I got out on my side, and came around to his. I gazed back into the car, and his load is still dripping from the ceiling of the fucking car. I’m in shock. He was already standing there, and I stopped cold. His dick was pointing almost straight out from his body. I didn’t understand before, that he was actually that fucking huge. He appeared a foot long, and I had never seen one so thick. Nothing could begin to compare with what he carried. He was a fucking monster. I gulped, as he became annoyed at my perceived hesitation.”

“Come here. Suck the mule.” He said, adding ... “Come dirty whore. Kneel and suck.” So, I did. I knelt in the dirt, and began to tug and suck that monstrous huge mule dick of his. He was arrogant, he was so proud, and he was so fucking hung. He didn’t believe in wasting time, and I had a new appreciation for how grossly endowed he was. Jesus, he appeared so much bigger when he left the car. He was a fucking mule, and that jackass was about to show me ‘what my holes were for’. His words, not mine.”

“I can’t say I appreciate such domination, but from him, it felt so right, perfect for that moment. I had orgasmed again, just by jerking that fucking huge thing. I kissed, and cuddled with it, and all it did was swell further, the thickness … holy shit! It was so fucking thick. I realized that my prior estimation of his size was way off. He was so much larger than any man before him, he made them all appear as children. I was fucking scared. I should be. He could rip me open, and he damn near did.”

“He soon had me leaning against the car, coming at me from behind. He shoved that huge hammer of his up the small of my back. Holy shit, I was shuddering under the realization, that his mule dick was travelling so far up my body, and was so heavy. It left a slick stain up my back, as he pulled it off me, then rubbed the huge head over my pussy from behind. I have to tell you … I was suddenly terrified.”

“He teased me with it … asking me “How much you want huge deek?” The fucking thing felt like a hot cucumber, it wasn’t just the size, it was how hard it was. He was as hard as any man I had ever been with. The initial penetration was astounding, nothing like it, he was opening me up. It felt alien. I never had one that fat sliding into me, and he didn’t miss the target, he was inside me, gently shoving, and sliding that mule dick of his inside me. I never came so fast in my life.” Said Sue, as she put her head back, letting out a big sigh. Pausing before she continued.

“Nothing like it. Nothing like a fat one. Nothing like it on Earth. I had no idea that I could handle him. I was afraid, but it was different, delicious, sinful. I asked him how much was inside me. For it felt like I must’ve taken most of it. He said ‘half’, and I said bullshit! I reached back, and twisted to look at it, and holy fuck, he barely had half of that fucking stalk inside me. It was the most meat I had ever taken, but he had so much more to force in, and that’s exactly what he did. He worked those slim hips of his, and gyrated that fucking thing deeper inside me.”

“I would’ve protested, but I was so overcome. He felt gigantic. The more he placed in, the more he stretched me. It got thicker and thicker the closer he got to the base, and he was opening up me up to new, totally unexpected feelings. I wasn’t orgasming, as much as … exploding. I always liked them big, but shit … he was destroying me as he slowly pumped his giant fat prick into me.”

“I was getting weak, and weaker, as he piled drived me. I felt like I was being turned inside out. He was solid, and in so deep. It was uncomfortable at times. I wasn’t used to something so fat worming inside me. He dwarfed all my supposed big cock lovers. They were so small, compared to Rowan, they were only preppers, getting me ready for the ultimate cocksman. I lost track of my orgasms. He kept railing me. Eventually removing that fucking thing, picking me up, and placing my ass on the fender. At this point, I didn’t care who saw us. The only thing I cared about was getting that fat dick back inside me.”

“Holy fuck. I’m shuddering even now, for when I got a glimpse of it, I was shocked at how fully aroused he had become. It looked like a third leg. I had taken almost three quarters of it inside me, and that alone felt like three men put together. He held it up for me to suck and tug on the fucking thing. It was so fucking huge. I had both hands on it. I couldn’t begin to reach around it, hard, hot, rippling with thick veins. He took my hair and curled it in his hand, and forced my mouth upon the huge head. That was all I could handle, the head alone filled my mouth, my pussy was aching from being completely stretched out. He kept egging me on, telling me how fucking huge I made him.”

“I wasn’t myself anymore. This wasn’t happening to me. I’m not this kind of girl. I’m not a huge cock whore. He can’t be this monstrous. He can’t be a virgin, but I didn’t dare challenge him. I was scared of him. Not that he would hurt me, but how deeply I longed for his huge dick. I was entranced, in love with the fucking thing. It was so pretty, so scary huge, and he fucking knew how to handle it. He was aggressive, so sure of himself, completely invincible. I felt the change, I saw the change, I saw it in his eyes, I was hit with an explosion. Thick ropes of cum began to pulse from his mammoth cock. My eyes were already tearing. His grip on my hair, and head relentless. I was choking on his load, it even shot out of nose and back onto his huge dick.”

“I had to pull back, just to be able to breathe and was met with shot after warm shot of his seed into my face. I was able to open one eye, the other stinging from his cum, which was constantly drenching me. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was hot, it was hitting me with actual force. I had never seen so much, and I actually liked the taste. He aimed it at my mouth, and my hands weakly rose up to join his, as we both beat that fucking thing directly into my mouth.”

 

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Sue stopped; she appeared close to a standing orgasm. Shit, she was about to cum, just by recounting the events of that day. That’s the kind of pull, and deep influence Rowan had imparted upon her. She was either blushing or in heat. A heat that still consumed, and drove her. I doubt that I ever had this effect on a woman, nothing even close. It was humbling, and all from a teenager, whom carried a truly massive, and mind-altering mule dick. She needed a moment to collect, and compose herself.

“I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t gone to far. It was such a surreal event. I mean. He’s just a kid. A kid with the longest and fattest cock I’ve ever seen, whom doesn’t require a recovery period, and who cums like a fucking horse. His second load was just as big as the first. That huge dick flexed and pumped far longer than any normal man. I was covered with it. I fucking loved every second of it. Every fucking second. He pumped that massive fucking thing. Draining, and slapping every last bit of his load upon me. It was hands down, the most aroused I had ever been in my life. I was a complete bitch in heat.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I praised him. I gave myself to him, at any time of day or night. I was … sadly … completely in love of what he could do to me. I was helpless, weak, wanting. I was embarrassed about how I felt about him. He was spent. His huge dick was in retreat, but he’s not like that now. Something happened when he fell on your property. He can stay hard longer. I’ve been with him when he was hard for over three hours. I had a girlfriend over to share, and she was aghast at how long he could go. He was exhausting. He could’ve taken on four or five women at once without blinking an eye. Rowan, this skinny teen, is a fucking stud. A fucking mule. That’s exactly what he was, and is. He’s the fuck of my life, and it’s not even close. I can barely imagine myself with any other man.”

“I think of him all the time. I’ve never been so enraptured with any man. It’s not mental, it’s all physical, it’s his attitude, his huge cock, coupled with boundless sexual energy, and … holy shit! Can that kid eat pussy. He’s could teach women. He’s that fucking good. What a nice surprise that was.”

“Was I his first? Well, he tells me I was. He’s told others that same thing. He’s a natural. Simply incredible in bed, or in a car, on the kitchen island, or in the back lot of a closed down tile factory. Anywhere. Anytime. His tendrils have wrapped around my very soul. I love that skinny fuck. I’d do anything for him. So, when he asked, that I bring along pretty girl friends. I did. When he asks me to drop the word. I do. I have to share him, so that I can have him. So I do. Does that make me weak? Maybe. But I wouldn’t trade any man for him.” Paused Sue, her high coming to a head, and now retreating.

“So there I was. covered in his cream. Sitting on my car. Soaked. Satisfied, and eyeing that huge hanging dick of his. “Clean it.” He ordered. And I damn near hurt myself sliding off the car to do just that. I sucked along that huge dick of his. Savoring every fat inch. Even then, it dwarfed all my other lovers. Meaty, hot, slick from my pussy, and his load. I kissed and tongued it slowly back to life.”

“I’m still shocked and amazed at my reactions, and his ability to recover for a third orgasm. Fuck. He was gargantuan prior to cumming. I damn near dropped to the ground to sleep right there, not caring who found me. His cock was epic. I swear there was a light around him, enveloping him, as his huge succulent prick expanded, and shot it’s last load. Only this time, it was buried inside me. Not all of it. No fucking way. He was too big to fit. But what I had inside me was shooting like a fucking cannon. I thought he would rip me open. I was trying to relax, but he was so fucking thick … I could feel it … inside me … deep inside me … I could feel each pulse from his huge tool. I had never felt anything like it before, as each hot shot of his seed tore into me.”

“I wasn’t able to stand. He pulled free, as I weakly fell to all fours on the dirty earth. I could see each breath from my mouth moving the fine dirt, as I looked up at him. He was a staggering size. He had to approach a foot. At least, that’s how it appeared. I was getting bleary; I could barely move. I couldn’t even gather the strength to speak. That’s how devasted, and overcome he made me. He pushed me so fucking far. I felt so satisfied. I never slept better. It was the most surreal, and complete sexual workout of my life.”

“I’ll never forget looking up at him, and marveling at the sheer size of his cock. It was so fucking enormous. I questioned how I had taken even a portion of it, but I did, and I felt the effects for days afterwards. I peed blood when I got home. I was raw, and I had no regrets, other than the fact I would have to wait. I couldn’t be with him for at least a week. I can still see him towering over me. His dick was leaking cum, dangling so filthy huge and close to his kneecaps.”

“He stood there so full of himself. So confident. He had the gall to admire what he had done to me. He gathered up that swollen fucking thing, and packed it along his leg, like the weapon it was. He had this mischievous grin. I imagined he might spit on me. That’s how arrogant and sure he was. I’ll never forget what he said, and how he said it …

“I go now. I walk home. How was Rowan? Rowan fucked you up good with his huge deek … fat … long … mule deek. You big deek whore now. You got taste for my huge fat deek. We fuck again. You call when ready. Yes. Rowan is right. You want my huge deek again. I see it in eyes.” That’s what he said, word for word, and during all he said, all I could do was stare at his huge dick confined in his pants, the outline was enormous, it was already leaving a wet stain. I could never deny him. I laid there, watching him walk off as if nothing happened. I’ll always be his, no matter what he does to me. I haven’t been the same since.”

“If I were a man. I wouldn’t want him anywhere near my wife or daughters. And yes, I know what he’s done to you. He took your wife, Kendal, Madison. He even took your son and your daughter in law, and we both know, they will never be the same. Once you’ve been with him … you’re never the same … nothing … will ever be the same again … nothing …”

Sue was completely right about that, nothing will ever be the same again. All due to a skinny shit, who carried a beautiful, awe inspiring 'mule' dick, and whom knew from the very start, how to use it, and control those around him with it. Indeed, a true stud if there ever was one.

 

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Sue stopped; she appeared close to a standing orgasm. Shit, she was about to cum, just by recounting the events of that day. That’s the kind of pull, and deep influence Rowan had imparted upon her. She was either blushing or in heat. A heat that still consumed, and drove her. I doubt that I ever had this effect on a woman, nothing even close. It was humbling, and all from a teenager, whom carried a truly massive, and mind-altering mule dick. She needed a moment to collect, and compose herself.

“I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t gone to far. It was such a surreal event. I mean. He’s just a kid. A kid with the longest and fattest cock I’ve ever seen, whom doesn’t require a recovery period, and who cums like a fucking horse. His second load was just as big as the first. That huge dick flexed and pumped far longer than any normal man. I was covered with it. I fucking loved every second of it. Every fucking second. He pumped that massive fucking thing. Draining, and slapping every last bit of his load upon me. It was hands down, the most aroused I had ever been in my life. I was a complete bitch in heat.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I praised him. I gave myself to him, at any time of day or night. I was … sadly … completely in love of what he could do to me. I was helpless, weak, wanting. I was embarrassed about how I felt about him. He was spent. His huge dick was in retreat, but he’s not like that now. Something happened when he fell on your property. He can stay hard longer. I’ve been with him when he was hard for over three hours. I had a girlfriend over to share, and she was aghast at how long he could go. He was exhausting. He could’ve taken on four or five women at once without blinking an eye. Rowan, this skinny teen, is a fucking stud. A fucking mule. That’s exactly what he was, and is. He’s the fuck of my life, and it’s not even close. I can barely imagine myself with any other man.”

“I think of him all the time. I’ve never been so enraptured with any man. It’s not mental, it’s all physical, it’s his attitude, his huge cock, coupled with boundless sexual energy, and … holy shit! Can that kid eat pussy. He’s could teach women. He’s that fucking good. What a nice surprise that was.”

“Was I his first? Well, he tells me I was. He’s told others that same thing. He’s a natural. Simply incredible in bed, or in a car, on the kitchen island, or in the back lot of a closed down tile factory. Anywhere. Anytime. His tendrils have wrapped around my very soul. I love that skinny fuck. I’d do anything for him. So, when he asked, that I bring along pretty girl friends. I did. When he asks me to drop the word. I do. I have to share him, so that I can have him. So I do. Does that make me weak? Maybe. But I wouldn’t trade any man for him.” Paused Sue, her high coming to a head, and now retreating.

“So there I was. covered in his cream. Sitting on my car. Soaked. Satisfied, and eyeing that huge hanging dick of his. “Clean it.” He ordered. And I damn near hurt myself sliding off the car to do just that. I sucked along that huge dick of his. Savoring every fat inch. Even then, it dwarfed all my other lovers. Meaty, hot, slick from my pussy, and his load. I kissed and tongued it slowly back to life.”

“I’m still shocked and amazed at my reactions, and his ability to recover for a third orgasm. Fuck. He was gargantuan prior to cumming. I damn near dropped to the ground to sleep right there, not caring who found me. His cock was epic. I swear there was a light around him, enveloping him, as his huge succulent prick expanded, and shot it’s last load. Only this time, it was buried inside me. Not all of it. No fucking way. He was too big to fit. But what I had inside me was shooting like a fucking cannon. I thought he would rip me open. I was trying to relax, but he was so fucking thick … I could feel it … inside me … deep inside me … I could feel each pulse from his huge tool. I had never felt anything like it before, as each hot shot of his seed tore into me.”

“I wasn’t able to stand. He pulled free, as I weakly fell to all fours on the dirty earth. I could see each breath from my mouth moving the fine dirt, as I looked up at him. He was a staggering size. He had to approach a foot. At least, that’s how it appeared. I was getting bleary; I could barely move. I couldn’t even gather the strength to speak. That’s how devasted, and overcome he made me. He pushed me so fucking far. I felt so satisfied. I never slept better. It was the most surreal, and complete sexual workout of my life.”

“I’ll never forget looking up at him, and marveling at the sheer size of his cock. It was so fucking enormous. I questioned how I had taken even a portion of it, but I did, and I felt the effects for days afterwards. I peed blood when I got home. I was raw, and I had no regrets, other than the fact I would have to wait. I couldn’t be with him for at least a week. I can still see him towering over me. His dick was leaking cum, dangling so filthy huge and close to his kneecaps.”

“He stood there so full of himself. So confident. He had the gall to admire what he had done to me. He gathered up that swollen fucking thing, and packed it along his leg, like the weapon it was. He had this mischievous grin. I imagined he might spit on me. That’s how arrogant and sure he was. I’ll never forget what he said, and how he said it …

“I go now. I walk home. How was Rowan? Rowan fucked you up good with his huge deek … fat … long … mule deek. You big deek whore now. You got taste for my huge fat deek. We fuck again. You call when ready. Yes. Rowan is right. You want my huge deek again. I see it in eyes.” That’s what he said, word for word, and during all he said, all I could do was stare at his huge dick confined in his pants, the outline was enormous, it was already leaving a wet stain. I could never deny him. I laid there, watching him walk off as if nothing happened. I’ll always be his, no matter what he does to me. I haven’t been the same since.”

“If I were a man. I wouldn’t want him anywhere near my wife or daughters. And yes, I know what he’s done to you. He took your wife, Kendal, Madison. He even took your son and your daughter in law, and we both know, they will never be the same. Once you’ve been with him … you’re never the same … nothing … will ever be the same again … nothing …”

Sue was completely right about that, nothing will ever be the same again. All due to a skinny shit, who carried a beautiful, awe inspiring 'mule' dick, and whom knew from the very start, how to use it, and control those around him with it. Indeed, a true stud if there ever was one.

Hi C, you have outdone yourself with this epic sexual saga! I had an actual orgasm just reading it... Sue is my new hero, the way she tells her story of first time sex with Rowan had me going....ha! Your amazing!!

 

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Neighbors …

Bob and Marla live across the street from us. We’re separated by our large, and wide front lawns. We’re up on the hill, while the land slowly sloops gently down to their home. Their daughter Hannah is the same age as Kendal, they were classmates. Hannah is much smarter than Kendal, though not as pretty, or well built, but just the same, she was the prom queen, and very popular. Outgoing, fun, and thoughtful. If we had ever had another daughter, Hannah would’ve been cut from near perfect cloth.

But I digress. What I’m about to describe, actually happened last summer, and like any Rowan misadventure, it begins innocently enough …

I was inspecting the condition of our trees in front of the house, when Bob walked up his drive towards the mailbox. Doubtless, he had seen Rowan leaving our house over the past few months, and knew why, but we had never talked about it, since I worked when I had to, and Bob was working 50 plus hours a week, along with his wife. They simply worked their asses off.

“Hey Bobby!” I yelled out, as he broke into a smile and waved at me, eventually crossing the street for a talk.

“Hey. How you guys doing?” Asked Bob, as I explained Rowan’s accident and his staying the night with us, for the past three months. Whereupon, Bob shared his ‘Rowan’ experience.

“Yeah, we eventually heard about that business. People talk, you know how it is.” Said Bob, pausing to look up and down the street.

“Is he any trouble? Ya know? Has he been, let’s say … maybe a little … rambunctious?” Asked Bob, probably already aware of what happened to my family.

“Yeah, just a bit.” I replied, not going any further, but it was clear Bob had come over for more than small talk. He wanted to share something with me.

“Yeah, well, that skinny jackass caused us some trouble last year, that he did.” Said Bob, old school, and perturbed at the events of last year. Now, I’m not inferring that Rowan had anything to do with Marla, Bob’s wife, for if you see their family picture, it’s surprising at the glaring difference between mother and daughter. You’d think that Hannah was adopted, for her mother couldn’t begin to hold a candle to Hannah. I knew exactly where this was heading.

“I gotta share it with ya. I’m still pissed off about it.” Started Bob, starring off towards Rowan’s home, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Anyway, I come home last summer, and the wife is all torqued up and wants us to go to bed. We do it, and she wants some more. Now, I’m not used to this type of thing. I mean, I got the blue pill, and Marla is pretty damn good in bed, but something’s not right about all this. I can feel it. So, I gotta ask her … ‘What the hell got into you?”.

“Well, she clams up, and it’s clear something happened, so I press her on it, and she tells me … ‘It will probably make you mad, so I shouldn’t.’ Well, now my interest is piqued, so I gotta know now. Cause ya know, I wonder is she cheating on me? What the hell else is there? Right?” Said Bod, pausing, but I already guessed.

“Ya see, this is the day she came home early from work. She was sent home due to a cough, and they wanted her to get tested for Covid. So she comes home, opens the garage door, and makes her way into the kitchen. Now, Hannah is home, and Marla calls out to her, but doesn’t get a reply, so she figures Hannah is off some where’s. But she wasn’t. Hannah was out back. On the back patio, naked, with her hands against the retaining wall, as this jackass Rowan is fucking her brains out. That’s what the wife sees, as she’s bringing her tea downstairs to help her throat.”

“There’s our only child, legs spread wide, as this skinny fucker is mounting her with this huge dick of his. Now, I don’t want to hear this shit. So I tell Marla to shut up, but she won’t. She keeps going on and on about it. She says … ‘Well, it’s not normal. He’s like a torpedo. I never knew they could be that big.’ And I’m like … “SHUT UP WOMAN. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT OUR BABY BEING TAKEN BY THAT JACKASS!”

“She wouldn’t stop talking about it. She described it like some fish story. Holding her hands so far apart, and describing how it was thicker than her arm. I’m still like … “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THIS.” But it didn’t phase her. Marla kept on and on, and that’s why she was suddenly ‘in the mood’. I just sat in that bed of ours, picturing my princess being sliced and diced, used like a human wheel barrel, and of all people, it’s that worthless loser kid of Dimitri’s.”

“Marla’s all excited. I mean, you can see it in her eyes, and how her body is responding. I mean, come on honey … this is our little girl here. But Marla kept going on and on about Rowan’s huge dick. It didn’t seem to bother her, that this fucking loser, the bane of the neighborhood, is taking our daughter on the back patio like a fucking hooker, it was all about his huge dick. Marla hadn’t even seen it in the open until he pulled it free of my baby, and wife admitted she came upon the sight of it. She stood there, in the back room, in the midst of an orgasm upon seeing ‘all of it’. Like it was some religious experience. Jesus woman, back off, do even realize that he’s with our daughter? I mean, I had never seen Marla so fucking worked up.” Said Bob, finally stopping to take a breath.

“I hear ya Bob, and whatever Marla told you about Rowan’s huge cock. I understand why she wouldn’t shut up about it. Rowan is gargantuan, over ten inches long, and incredibly thick. Sadly, I’ve seen it use, and it’s worse than you can possibly imagine.” I replied, but it didn’t seem to faze Bob, for I surmised he already knew of what happened at my home.

“No. You don’t get it. I saw them together two weeks ago. The very day my baby came back from college, she’s barely in house, gives us some hugs and kisses, drops off her shit, then off she goes. Straight to him. To fuck that jackass. I watched it all. I followed her. The sun was setting, and I headed out for a ‘walk’, and I don’t doubt Marla knew what I was up to. I walked over, and hid, and I saw what became of my little girl. I had no fucking idea … none at all. Good lord. Holy mother of God … it was pure hell …” Said Bob his voice fading, reliving the moment he realized, that all men, are not created equal.

“I stood there, hulking behind a bush, watching my little girl on her knees, slobbering over his big dick. I mean, her head was in the way, so I didn’t see it right off. Her elbows are flared out … she’s using both hands to work that fucking thing, and that pompous ass is leering down at her. Worming his tongue around in his mouth. I wanted to bust his fucking chops just on his expression, and that’s when it happened. My baby released that fucking thing, and stood up, kissing him, and that’s when I saw it. No man should be like that … it’s not fair … it’s not right. I thought it must be an optical illusion, so I moved over a bit, and got a better view. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Not my little baby. No fucking way. No fucking way …” Bob’s voice trailed off, painfully so, his angst was palpable, deep. He regretted ever going, and just like me, he couldn’t stop watching, he couldn’t tear himself away.

“What’s wrong me? I mean. I stood there. I’m her father, and I couldn’t find the strength to bust in, and bash that ass wipes fucking face in. My heart is sinking, as my baby undresses him, and I see all that he has to offer. For before, he only had it sticking out of his jeans and underwear. He’s naked now, and I’m seeing what I’m up against, what my baby is … is … is lusting after. I keep telling myself ‘This is isn’t happening. This can’t be. He can’t be … can’t be that fucking huge. He can’t be …” Bob stopped there, his pause reminded me of my surprise at how hideously equipped Rowan actually was, his size so improbable, that the eyes must be deceived, but Bob knows differently now.

 

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The ‘myth’ his wife described last summer, was no myth. It was stark reality, and yes, it’s your daughter who now bows to her sexual king, as she worships his bloated monster, and you painfully realize, that’s she’s not your little girl anymore. She behaves like a sex crazed whore, lavishing that mammoth swollen blood club with sickening adoration, which has only enraged the astounding thing to extend, and grow further, as you watch the heavy huge prick climb up, until it is incredibly, parallel to the floor, the huge head leaking in anticipation, of ripping your ‘little girl’ in half.

Been there, done that, as Bob continued …

“Jesus. He’s so fucking huge. I can’t take my eyes off the damn thing. I’m her father, I should come to her rescue, but my God. It’s clear, she’s been waiting months for this. My baby, she backs up to him, and pulls that giant dick of his up between her thighs, so it’s sticking out in front of her, and is pumping it like it’s her dick. He’s got so much, she’s got both hands on it, and I finally realize, her hands can’t reach around the goddamn thing. It’s so fucking thick. How can he be so big? I’m struggling. Trying to understand how he can be so fucking huge, and the entire time, it’s leaking, the head is huge, and it’s leaking the whole damn time.”

“I’m stunned. This isn’t my daughter. This is someone else’s daughter. She’s at his knees again, slobbering over the huge ass thing. Her hands hold it up against his body, and I can’t believe how long and thick the damn thing is. The head is inches above his navel, just inches from his nipples. It’s stupid thick, and it can’t be that big. I refuse to believe it. I hear him speak, directing her to the couch, where she grabs the back of it, and begins to hold on for dear life, as he rubs that meat bat of his over my baby’s pussy. I’m sure he’s too big, that he can’t possibly fit that fucking thing inside her … HOLY SHIT!”

“My Hannah, her face, cringed, her mouth fell open, as his huge dick entered her, she was already trembling, my little girl is cumming, she’s cumming hard, her whole body is shaking, as if her whole life was leading up to this moment. I could see this … this dripping, it was coming from where he coupled with her. I had never seen a woman, not the least of which, my own daughter, so fucking wet. She was dripping wet, as his huge dick slid into her, then proceeded to fuck her over the edge.”

“He fucked her, like she should be fucked. Dirty, deep, and hard, with incredible stretch. I actually admired him. I never saw my little girl so happy, so enthralled, she fucking loved it. Loved it like nothing else. Loved it more than I dared believe. Her head was trashing about, and she was getting it … getting it good. I stood in awe. In disbelief that it fit at all, and she had most of it inside her … that alone, was impossible. Simply impossible.”

“I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stop them. I stood there, and I was rock hard, watching that massive dick rip my little girl in two. Hannah loved it. She really loved it. It was scary, how much she enjoyed that huge slab. I had trouble understanding what was pulled from her body. That damn thing never looked that big before, it arched up, and was solid … he had to be over a foot long, they don’t come that big … ever.”

Bob stopped there, he was rubbing his eyes, as if he could rub it out of his mind. I had been through this before, but I have two daughters, and a wife, and sadly, I saw my son and daughter in law with Rowan as well. At this point, after all I’ve seen, nothing would surprise me.

“Ya know? It was the first time in my life I wish I’d never been born. Here’s my little angel, getting pounded by this fucking pud knocker, and I’m helpless to stop it. I mean, I can see the streaks of cum, and fluids falling, and streaming down her thighs. As this jackass orders her to her knees … telling her to worship his huge dick. Hannah didn’t hesitate, she relished the opportunity. All I’m seeing is how enraged that fucking thing is … that fucker shouldn’t be standing, he should be dizzy from blood loss, and that’s when it happened. Finally, he’s going to cum, and end this madness.”

“I’m watching his hands hold her head, as my little girl pumps that fucking thing into her mouth. I’m watching it leak from the corner of her mouth, and I’m waiting, and waiting for it to stop, but he’s still cumming. Hannah’s head goes back, as she swallows what she’s got, and I see that huge prick still shooting. He’s still cumming? How can this be. She’s aiming it at her neck, and now her breasts. It’s fucking everywhere. She’s kissing the head of that fucking thing. Licking and sucking it all up like a fucking vacuum cleaner. Whose daughter is this? It can’t be mine? It can’t.”

“He had her lay back, then he went down on her. Hannah loved it. He was a Michelangelo. A master artist of oral. I never saw a woman, not the least of which, my very own daughter, finding pleasure such as this. She was in constant ecstasy. It went on for some time. For as young as he is, he was sexually wise, and patient, caring to a fault. He was consuming her. Feasting on her. Leaving her vulnerable, for what he did next couldn’t possibly happen, not to my baby …”

I mused what Bob was alluding to, there was only one option left …

“He propped up her behind at the end of the couch. I’m in shock. Not my baby. Not anal. Not ever. I was helpless, here is my little girl, her body in jeopardy, completely in harm’s way, and I can’t move. What kind of father am I? But sadly, I realized, that it wasn’t her first time with him like this. You just don’t place something so gigantic into someone who’s not prepared, nor had prior experience. My ‘little’ girl looked over her shoulder, and said the words no father wants to hear … “Bring it baby. Give me that huge fat dick. I want it … I want it real bad.” Yes sir, that’s my little girl, asking for an ass pounding, by the most grossly equipped jackass this world has ever seen, and he brought it alright, damn … I thought she would die. It was surreal, a true magic act … I hadn’t seen anything yet. I wasn’t prepared for this. My heart was racing. I was woozy.”

“I vaguely remember the start, but I lost it. I fucking passed out. I mean, I literally woke up, on the grass, in the dark, face down. They had finished a while ago. I was groggy. I had missed the grand finale. I was out for over an hour. I was just lucky that Hannah didn’t see me when she left his place.”

Bob was shaking. Tense, upset, and like me, helpless to deter his daughter from Rowan’s prowess. Push them away, and they only push back harder. I felt for Bob, he had only one child, but she was child no more. The prom queen found her king. A stick figure, whom carried the longest and fattest cock, a cock that was both beautiful, and menacing. I felt for Bob, or for any father whom dared see this dark night in action.

Rowan’s reach was far, solid, and he was only growing stronger. God save us all.

 

[suckmachine]

Hi C, great chapter!! Reminded me of when I first became a Size Queen in college...ha. When the feeling of being stretched beyond what I thought was possible first taught me that SIZE MATTERS! Many thanks C, Rowan is THE Star

 

[checkin]

Reconnection

I was in the blind. I had no idea what was happening in Rowan’s life. My camera at his home in hibernation. Completely cut off, I must admit, I missed seeing Rowan’s huge cock destroy his conquests. I’m home now, and rarely see anyone come and go to Rowan’s home. I found myself checking my phone, waiting for it to bounce into life, but all was quiet.

There was some big news … the imminent return of Dimitri, Rowan’s father from Europe. He had been injured in an artillery barrage, was hospitalized, but had recovered, and was making his way home. He had enough of war, enough of the waste, and futility, it was a war he no longer wanted to fight, his ‘new’ country, America, called out to him, as did his son. He had done his duty, recovered his family, and those of his wife, served his former country, and now, he was about to return to America, and his only son.

My wife and daughters no longer sought Rowan out. Of that I was sure. Kendal and Madison are off to college, many miles away, and I am home now, I watch, I listen, I have cameras all around the house. I alone, awake the sleeping giant who still shares our roof. I have yet to bed my wife since her time with him. We’re still on a timeout. I went golfing with my buddies today, confident that all was well.

I was lounging at the country club, our foursome just finished 18 holes, and for the moment, I was sitting alone in the country club dining area, as my phone came to life. I figured it was a text, but it was my long dormant camera coming to life in what must be Rowan’s home. I guessed it was left out, and sparked to life from the motion sensor. I was convinced Rowan had me on a timeout. I was surprised, as I saw Rowan’s face filling the screen.

“Hey Mr. Dent. We talk now. Yes?” Said Rowan, in his usual broken English, as I lounged at the country club, glancing nervously about as my golf partners began to come from the bar with their drinks to join me.

‘What is he up to?’ I thought, as the live image shot to my phone. I can be blunt, but Rowan was just about to one up me in that regard, as I was soon to find out.

“I know you upset with Rowan. I get it. We both know I fuck all your women with my beeg dick, and they love it much.” Said Rowan, dropping the most obvious of all truth bombs. But I thought … ‘Look at the balls on this kid? He comes right out and tells me he fucks my daughters and wife, and his tone is filled with a sick pride, his facial expression is so sure and cocky, with absolutely no remorse. He surely knows I could fucking beat the shit out of him, and at this moment, I wanted to.’

‘What’s the point Rowan?’ I thought to myself, perturbed, I wanted to him to get to the point. I was genuinely put off by his overt arrogance.

“I thought I should make clear. Who is the stud, and who is boss of your house.” Said Rowan, slowly pulling back the camera, so I can see that he is indeed shirtless, my friends are closing in on our table, as my heart pounds …

“Look. Listen. I know you like to watch my huge deek. If not. You would kick out Rowan. I fuck your wife, you not kick me out. I fuck Madison and Kendal. I fuck all your women, and you not kick me out. I have your son and his wife at mercy of my mule dick.” He continued. The skinny shit was lowering the camera to his huge fully inflated schlong … what the hell?

He slowly bent the camera down his slim naked body, to where his massive jutting cock was coming into view, it was the hands of my wife, as they milked his solid fucking horse cock. The slurping, and sucking, was so disgusting, the very thought of it stings deeply into my very being. “Look at her now … your wife worships my huge deek, every last fucking inch.” Said the dominate skinny fucker. More startling, was my wife’s clearly knowing she was being photographed, yet so overtaken in huge cock lust, she didn’t give a fucking damn, and all this, taking place not in Rowan’s home, but in my very own bedroom.

He had clearly ‘grown’ since the accident, as I had to quickly close my phone, lest I betray the taking of my wife in real time with my buddies. Paul asked … “You okay? You like you saw a ghost.” “No! I’m fine. A text from Madison.” I replied, an innocent lie. I had seen much worse. Just a moment ago, I had glimpsed my wife on her knees, servicing this skinny punks beyond massive slick swollen prick. Her hands looked so small upon it, never longer, never thicker, nor more daunting.

I am trapped between insane madness, jealousy, anger, and a heart attack. But my time off from Rowan left me emotionally confused. For I could finally see him in action again, and realized how much I had missed it. How deeply I had missed seeing his fatefully swollen, and bloated tool. Between the both of us I wondered … who’s the bigger creep? Clearly. It was me.

I sat in with my friends in a complete daze. Knowing, that Rowan was in the process of slicing and dicing my wife at this very moment. I wanted out. But why? To stop them? Actually, that’s not what I wanted. Secretly, I wanted this to happen. My heart pounded, since I knew the other man in my wife’s life was cursed with a giant johnson, and that she was servicing that mutant monster cock of his as beads of sweat formed on my brow. As my own cock rose to attention. I was actually swimming in my excitement that Rowan was taking her, and take her he did.

I suddenly wasn’t anxious to leave and head for home. I wanted him to finish the job. To utterly wreck my very own wife. How sick is that? I sat amongst my friends, picturing Rowan’s fat cock sliding in and out of my wife, stretching, and probing, doing to her, what I was clearly incapable, and unable to match. It was his dick. It was all about his huge fat fucking dick. I actually wanted, as sick as it might sound, to witness his huge fat cock rip into anyone. I missed it that much, but since it was my own wife, only made it that much better.

I was disappointed, though mildly, in Karen, but seeing Rowan’s dick in action was worth it. His huge beautiful dick was doing what I could never hope to do, and I relished the thought of enjoying him in action, and having it preserved to video. Fuck my wife. He can have her, better her, than my daughters. So much for the sleeping giant. He was back, and fuck, he was utterly gigantic. His hunger satisfied by the knowledge I would see him demolish my wife. He was still proving himself, still announcing his dominance and pride in the shocking fashion only he could adequately deliver.

As we talked around the table, I would occasionally check my phone, and sure enough, they were still at it. The longer it went, all the better. I was so distracted, that my friends asked me if something was wrong, but I dismissed their concerns. How could I tell them, that I was waiting for a massively endowed 20 year old kid to finish off my wife, so I could go home later, and watch her destruction from a baseball bat sized dick from the comfort of my home office or bedroom.

 

[checkin]

We ordered dinner, and stayed at the country club for over two hours after finishing our round. I excused myself to the bathroom a couple of times, and on that second time, I noticed the recording had stopped after one hour, and thirty-five minutes. The length of an average movie, which stars my wife, and one hell of a beautiful raging huge dick. Over ten solid inches of fat, really fat cock. I had a semi almost the whole time.

I arrived home to a dark house. My wife, conspicuously absent. Well … who cares. I went to my office and shut the door. I missed much, and I wasn’t missing it any longer. Finally.

It started where I had left off. My wife at his feet, his erection both epic, and Rowan, completely obnoxious, as my wife’s hands blurred over his fat prick. He would sometimes take it from her grasp, and slap the huge head against her cheeks, or atop her head, soiling her hair, slapping away her hands when she would attempt to return to his gargantuan prick, which he held aloft. His silent invitation honored, as my wife’s mouth lathered his balls. The gross audio, as she sucked one, then the other of his big balls into her mouth, glistening, moist, dripping with her spit. His balls are big, but not in proportion to the herculean slab he possesses.

He takes, it’s all he does, or so it seems. He is sure to place the camera in the best viewing position. So I am given the most fateful, alarming, and harmful demonstration of his control. He sits back, the head of his huge dong is even with his nipples as he brings up his balls in his hands, and orders my wife to ‘eat’. I am sickened as she obeys, licking his asshole, as he strokes his huge dick towards full fucking size. I am all too familiar with this visual, as his massive tool bloats, and surges towards an explosion of baby batter that will shatter all records.

The veins are bulging, his breathing more rapid, as he pushes Karen’s head aside, so he can stand, forcing her to her knees, for she knows what is coming. I am in disbelief as his heavy tool points to 10 o’clock. Karen has to pull down the fucking thing to aim it into her mouth. He turns slowly towards the camera, eyeing me, as his huge prick is about to burst. My wife’s prior experience pays off, as the gargantuan prick flexes, and let’s loose inside her willing mouth.

The passion, the pure, animal, lustful joy she displays, as his tool vents it’s torrent of hot man juice in pulse after milky pulse. She milks the fucking thing as he groans, as Rowan looks over the camera, flashing a knowing smile, and the ever so satisfying face of someone enjoying the emptying of his dominant, massive schlong.

Knowing I can never fill this void he creates. His smile builds slowly, as his tool vents so much thick cum, that it escapes from the corners of Karen’s mouth, and dribbles down her chin to her breasts. Her nipples are huge, she is in heaven, as Rowan basks in all he has wrought. All the while, he softly mutters … “Milk the mule. Milk the mule.” As my wife’s hands do exactly that. Drawing forth a load fit for a mule. She slurps and gathers up his seed, as his stallion beef remained hard, and ready for more.

“That is how is done.” Said Rowan, admiring my wife’s continued attentions to his mule dick. He uses his index finger to detach one, then the other of Karen’s hands from his spent tool, but his dick is easily rising back to ten o’clock. As Rowan looks to the camera, declaring … “Only starting Mr. Dent. Now comes the fucking.” So sure was he, and why not? His dick was screaming at me. “I’m bigger, I’m better, and I’m going to fuck your wife, and fuck, and pound her into the ground.”

Karen was sickly ready. He didn’t have to order her about; she knew what was coming. I, on the other hand, did not. She laid back on the couch, as he approached with his bouncing heavy dick. He appeared over a foot long. Of course he isn’t that large, but over ten inches, yeah, he was that big, and he was flaunting every fat solid inch. Karen had her legs up out, spread wide, then grabbing her knees and pulling them back and apart for his entry. His dick, thicker than her arm, and dripping, always dripping, I watched, knowing I wasn’t the man he was, no one man is, it would take many men to match what was aimed at my wife’s waiting pussy. A mule dick if there ever was one, and poor sap that I am, I loved seeing it. His dick was awe inspiring, as I came in honor of it, jetting out from my puny cock as if I were a teenager.

My wife’s head went back at his insertion of the huge flared head. They didn’t use any lube. My wife was dripping wet, as was his monstrous swollen prick. Her experience showed, as he shoved in 6 or 7 inches of this fat pole in a single thrust. He turned towards the camera again, sporting that taunting little grin, as my wife’s thighs thundered in an orgasm. I never made her cum like that, but he could, and he in the infant stages of giving her a royal beatdown.

He raised her left leg, and pounded her as she should be, rubbing his big balls atop her right thigh, as more and more of his fat dick entered her convulsing body. He spun her onto all fours, his massive swollen tool never leaving her stretched out pussy. Always working, always pumping that hellish flesh sword into her, weakening her, devouring her, as she succumb to yet another deep orgasm. She shook like a fish on the end of his fat stick. He held firm, as Karen accepted nearly all he had to offer.

Only an inch or two remained outside her reach. He was hitting her cervix, punishing was his solid prick. For as long and as fat as it was, it was actually hard. Unlike most well endowed men, he could achieve hard, unforgiving erections, and keep them, for well over an hour. His hips blurred, setting Karen off into another gut wrenching orgasm, her body gradually weakening under the constant strain, of his horrifically fat cock. I could hear each entry and retreat of his swollen tool, actually see how her pussy was being turned inside out by the constant powerful insertions of his legendarily sized hot organ.

Karen’s screams were met with the short jabs of his second cumming. So vicious, so huge, his load began to leak from her as she savored his fat prick, which ignited an explosive orgasm from her overly sensitive nerve endings. He had ripped her to shreds. He pulled free his massive sick dick, as it continued to cum over her back, sickly puddling, and cascading down her back, and down her ass. His load reached up to the back of her head, grossly matting down her hair, as he used both his hands to finish off his still spurting shaft. He slapped it against her back, actually leaving bruises that I would later see. It was much like a hickey, only much worse. Long bruises, that displayed the sick length and thickness of his abnormally huge penis.

 

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I may be older, but my cock remained hard as rock, as I noticed my wife’s open pussy, only now, after a respite, did it begin to close. Her lips swollen, raw, as Rowan released his fully aroused organ, as it bounced to the horizontal. The image of his swollen masterpiece was seared into my memory forever. Bloated towards a thickness I never imagined he could achieve. His succulent heavy prick cried out for more attention.

As it dangled menacingly, an ominous feeling crept into my spine, tingling, as Rowan’s hands, guided, and elevated my exhausted wife’s body, lining up his gargantuan prick for his finale. I wanted it to stop, but he only glanced at the camera to ensure it was lined up correctly to catch all the lurid action, for he didn’t want to stop, nor did my Karen, as he placed his soiled and frightfully huge prick over her ass, and rubbed the huge head over her tender bottom.

She didn’t want to, she was mumbling for Rowan to stop, that she could take no more, but her pleas for an end, were all for naught, and in the end, pun intended, was the very spot, where she wanted this massively endowed ‘boy’ to delve next. Only the biggest would do for my size queen wife, and she didn’t, above all men, want to disappoint this one. Never, could she deny Rowan anything, that much was abundantly clear.

Once the apple sized head squeezed in, the mass that followed did all the dirty damage. Six, seven, and now what must be eight inches of supremely fat dick, wormed its way inside the love of my life. Give her a minute I thought. She needs to adjust to the jutting oversized monstrosity that’s being forced inside her most tender of places.

But he didn’t pause, nor hesitate. His busy hands were all over her, pinching her nipples, fingering her clit, forcefully pulling back her head by her hair, as his mammoth fat cock ripped into her backside with all the results of this sexual race, guaranteed to leave her in the winners circle. My wife. Is suddenly, the queen of anal sex, as the rippling veins of Rowan’s fat cock slowly rose up to prominence over the next fateful 20 plus minutes of anal annihilation. His full size achieved, he held out, sometimes pulling free his mammoth tool, just so he could show it off, my wife’s ass gaping open, as my eyes took in the breathtaking length, heft, and sheer size of his swollen prick in silent province. A dick worthy of worship, beautiful, perfectly shaped, and glaringly large.

I cringed, clenching my butt, as he reentered my wife’s backside. He wasn’t gentle, nor could she stop cumming. She was thoroughly exhausted, brought to a height of sexual fever I couldn’t begin to imagine. Seeing Rowan’s fat cock in hard, raunchy and rough action made my own cock writhe in pain. My wife squirmed underneath the intense, seemingly never-ending rush of orgasms that lifted her into a place so perfect, and complete, she seemed to fall, and continued falling as Rowan’s assault neared its finish.

Amazed was I, at the size, and stamina he displayed. His cock was much darker in color, almost purple, as his third cumming approached. He buried it. He fucking buried that gargantuan thing inside her. Not all of it to be sure, but damn near all of his fully aroused cock entered my wife’s broken bottom. Her back arched in one final, and deliriously enjoyable orgasm, as the kid emptied his exploding tool deeply inside her.

Her body went limp, as this seeming simpleton, laid the last of his load into her sweat covered body. He even leaned in and slapped her cheek, just to see if she would respond. She was fucked, and completely fucked up, as Rowan pulled free his stupendous grossly glistening ‘mule’ dick.

It remained hard, but unable to achieve the horizontal, due to the indisputable fact that it was so bloated, and fully abused, that it was simply too heavy to rise. It bounced and bobbed. The fucking thing was still dripping as Rowan slowly approached the camera, his huge prick swaying like a tree limb, allowing me to witness how fully distended, and grossly huge he could ultimately become.

His stud cock twitched in need, as his right hand came in to cradle the heavy fucking thing. His girth was the largest I had ever seen it, as he slowly stroked it, the only sound his heavy breathing, as we both admired the unimaginable amount of fat meat he displayed. He went so far as to hold the camera over his massive swollen schlong, so I could see every straining inch, of a true beast dick. As my wife lay motionless in the background, her body beat up by this, this … this fucking monstrous oversized prick of a man. He uttered only these parting words …

“Now you see … Rowan is a fucking mule.” Said with the sureness, and disdain of a Clint Eastwood movie, and a confidence that he was undefeatable, as his right hand slowly stroked that hideously huge, beautiful, mouthwatering appendage that defied all the odds. Sheer arrogance, fueled by the biggest of monster cocks. His fingers soiled, and getting wetter, as his hand pumped his fat cock, as it remained a terrifying size. I came again, though it was ‘dry’, as I admired the hulking huge prick that is Rowan.

He came in closer, as I mouthed the word ‘no’, his huge hanging prick the last image I would see, but he covered the camera, quickly putting it to sleep. This little diversion of sexual perversion over, as suddenly as it started. I had trouble sleeping that night, for down the hall, in our guest room, slept a monster, one that I allowed in.

I admit, that in the early morning, I had to go in, and check on him. Just to be sure that he was ‘okay’. My wife is ‘absent’, not even a call or text. To embarrassed, or so completely spent from Rowan’s attentions, that she couldn’t begin to defend her actions, though I doubt she had any regrets. She fucking loved what his huge dick, and dominant attitude could bring.

Rowan still sleeps as solidly as ever, as I pulled down his covers, then underwear, to reveal his semi erect organ. Even now, he completely dwarfed me. I stood there. I can’t be thinking this. The girls are away at school. My wife? Who the hell knows where she is, and it’s almost 2AM. I can’t do this … I can’t …