Just Waiting To Happen

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Please forgive me in advance if anything within the confines of this, or my other stories offends the senses. After all, it's just a simple piece of fiction, with all that is proper, or improper, from imperfect human minds. This is one offering of my string of short stories that I've been working on. Some stories may last for just a couple of chapters, others possibly longer.

The following stories should remain straight, but I make no promises. I'll try to forewarn when deemed necessary.


Waiting to Happen

I awoke three weeks ago. The last I remembered I was driving home from work on a Thursday afternoon, the intersections various camera’s showed the impact from the drunk driver, my air bag inflating, as I was thrown forward and to my left, my head breaking the drivers side window before the car spun, whipping me around one and a half times. My missing time is 2- and one-half weeks. That’s how long the induced coma lasted. Multiple fractures of left temple, supraorbital notch, parietal bone, you name it, and it was damaged as the left side of my skull landed squarely on the window frame. I arrived home only yesterday, still looking the part of a raccoon, my wife tending to me, as my recovery begins. It’s what happened after my accident that bothers me the most. I’m not bed ridden, but I am almost constantly dizzy. The meds don’t help, adding to my nausea, and I had no idea what had gone on during the time I was away from home, as I close in to week number six since the ‘event’.

Nothing seems as it was. I’m forgetful, it seems that every day, I find a new place that hurts. My job is on the edge, in fact, I had been replaced with a temp, and had no idea I was on the outs. Forget about making love with my wife. I’ve barely the strength to get up and down the stairs. Clutching the railing as I go, the room about to spin.

My wife, Alisa, never looked better. One might think she had been working out, and when I saw her undress for that first time, I could see the difference. Not that she was ever out of shape, for she’s a head turner, but now? Good God, I’m a lucky man. Unfortunately, I had no interest, nor did she seem to want to. I guessed it was because I was recovering, clearly not able to function, at least not yet, but there was something more sinister lurking about, and totally unsuspected.

After my injury, the neighbor’s only son, Wendell, at the request of his mother, began to cut our lawn. He dropped out of high school, his body weight must be 140 to 145 pounds, taller than me, at roughly six foot two, he’s a rail. A virtual stick figure. His big glasses, slim body, always apologetic, shy, and loner lifestyle didn’t light anyone’s fire, I half thought the kid was retarded. I know, I know, don’t use that word, but half the neighborhood thought the same thing of the housebound going nowhere twenty-year-old.

After his first cut, Alisa came out to him, as he was walking home. She handed him a twenty, which he refused, but Alisa told him to take it, that’s what she would give him each time he cut the grass. Well, it was a rainy period, and the next cut came due within 6 days, and when the kid cut the grass, Alisa, was out at the hospital with me. I was entering the second week into my induced coma, so when she left me, got home, and found the lawn cut, she made her way over to pay. Their doorbell didn’t work, and she knew Wendell must be home, so she figured he was being shy, so she made her way around to the back of their home.

It wasn’t uncommon for us to do this, but it was uncommon to do so on the East side of the home, the side away from ours. As she approached an open window, she heard her name called out, softly, yet, just the same there it was, she was about to reply, when she heard it again, only this time, it was surrounded by moaning. She looked to either side of the house, then realized it was coming from the open window above her, when she rose up on her tip toes, and looked inside, she saw it. I’d like to think I’m well equipped, I’ve been told that, my wife loves my size, I’d like to think I’m more than adequate, but what Alisa saw didn’t seem possible.

She later described it as an awakening, that something deep within her, yearned for a large penis, or maybe I should say, a larger penis, and I was her biggest, until she saw Wendell’s towering fat cock. It was no wonder he didn’t graduate high school, he could be excused, for he possessed a gargantuan organ. One that eventually made mine unworthy of my wife’s attentions. On her tiptoes, she witnessed the huge cock spurt large dollops of cum, whilst her name was being repeated over and over again, softly, lovingly, as Wendell’s two hands milked his massive flesh weapon. Unleashing the last of his load over his hands, as it left long wet trails down the fat prick, pudding at it’s base amongst his fat large balls. Long slow strokes, that milked the very last from the huge head. Milky white, his load even larger than his huge prick should be able to produce.

It curved slightly downwards along the entire massive, heavy, shaft. He took the load and applied it to the entire thing, as my Alisa’s feet were starting to cramp, her toes asking for relief, as her gaze couldn’t leave the youngsters beyond impressive masterpiece. Just as she was about to lower herself, she nearly gave herself away, as Wendell released the huge organ, it’s head at his sternum, nearly even with his nipples, his pale skin, and slender body, made the huge prick appear even larger, she gasped quietly, in reverence of the giant organ. What Wendell lacked in appearance, confidence, and self-worth, were more than compensated for by his huge prick. At that moment, Alisa guessed it was easily ten or more inches long, and the thickness? She wondered how he could couple with any woman.

She lowered herself, a sudden panic that she might be discovered from the street, but no one, not even a single car had passed, and that’s when she heard it … “Alisa … Alisa … I want to show you my huge dick … I know your husband can’t match this … not even close, I’ll bet you’ll love my big one … I’m so fucking huge.” Said Wendell under his breath, admiring his huge prick as it towered over his skinny body, as Alisa rose up on her toes, and saw the huge prick being masturbated a second time. She couldn’t help but notice that the fucking thing hadn’t lost an inch, as it was being prodded towards a second orgasm, with her name being repeated over and over again.

As unseemly as he was, she couldn’t get past the grotesque size of him. She heard the sounds of an approaching car, and the crunch of gravel, as she quickly ran to the back of the house. Wendell’s mother and father were returning home. Her heart beating faster than ever, she ran to the fence, opened it, and somehow, avoided being seen as Wendell’s family pulled along the house and towards the detached garage in the backyard.

Alisa, hid behind the fence, panting, still clutching the twenty dollar bill, wondering if she had been seen, the visions of Wendell’s huge cock a very fresh memory, a haunting, spellbinding mystery, his ‘gift’ revealed, as my wife made her way inside our home, up to the master bath, drawing a bath, and masturbating over Wendell’s enormous member, not once, nor twice, but four times, she brought herself off. Imagining Wendell’s fat long cock, worming it’s way deep within her body. She lay exhausted in the tepid water, candles burning until some burned out, her skin pruned, as she stood, dripping wet, guilty, chastising herself, wondering … ‘what the hell is wrong me?’ Her husband nearly died, and here she is, masturbating over the skinny, nondescript dropout whom lives next door. Before this, you couldn’t pay her enough money to fuck him, but now, it’s all she wanted to do. She had to get a grip.

 

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As the Sun was setting, she made her way over, their front door open, allowing a breeze to flow through the house, as she knocked on the screen door’s frame. For Wendell’s parents were watching TV in the front room.

“Hi Ethan … Shelly, I’m here with Wendell’s yard money.” Said Alisa, as a smiling mother and father invited her in, but she resisted.

“Come in dear, and have a seat, we’ve got some fresh lemonade. How’s Michael doing?” Asked Ethan, asked Shelly, as she smiled from behind her husband.

“Oh, ummmmm , no change, they hope to bring him out of the coma this week, but he may require another week.” Said Alisa, as she noticed Wendell, standing in the shadow of the hallway, too meek to even enter the room.

“Well, we’re praying for him, you know that dear.” Said Shelly, as she opened the door, but Alisa declined, telling them she was tired, her eyes averted Wendell’s as she handed the twenty to Shelly, whom turned towards the hallway where Wendell stood in the dark.

“Wendell, come here and thank Alisa for paying you.” Said his mother, leaving the 20 in Alisa’s hand, as she turned to Alisa saying quietly … “You know? You don’t have to pay him, he’ll do the yard for free, it’s not even a big yard, it takes him fifteen minutes, I counted.” Said Shelly, as Wendell approached with his head down, clearly guilty of what he had done earlier, for his lust interest was standing in the entry way with a twenty in her pretty hand.

“Thanks Wendell, for cutting the grass.” Said my Alisa, giving him a smile that would melt any man, as his arm came out weakly, his hand visibly shook, his mother even took notice.

“Look at Wendell’s hand, he’s shaking like a leaf.” Said Shelly, as Wendell quickly grabbed the twenty, and muttered “Thanks, thanks very much.” To Alisa, as he scurried off to the hallway and his room.

Alisa, didn’t entertain their invitation, she wanted to go home, and make her way to the back of the house, and go outside, to stand outside Wendell’s room, to see if she had ignited him. She would be right. While Wendell’s parents watched TV in the front of the house, Alisa, stood outside Wendell’s open window, as he quietly repeated her name, his hulking prick being masturbated for at least the third time today, in honor of her beauty. She didn’t look into the window, as the curtain slowly moved in the breeze, she shut her eyes, imagining the huge prick entering her, as she rubbed her pussy from outside her worn jeans, leaning against the wall of Wendell’s home.

She heard him cum, it shook her up, as Wendell quietly muttered her name, telling himself that one day, and one day soon, that he would be with her. It was a dream, fantasy, he never really expected it to happen. How could he? His unreachable, out of his grasp love would always be unattainable. I wish I could report that it remained that way, but we wouldn’t be here if it had.

Wendell’s parents, especially his father, tried to keep his son’s internet searches clean, and free from the distractions of porn. His parents knew full well how huge Wendell was, they had seen it upon coming home one evening, as Wendell’s spent body was fully naked on the front couch. His huge swollen spent prick dwarfed his father’s and it wasn’t even hard. They wanted to protect Wendell, keep him away from the evils of internet porn, Wendell had issues, always disinterested, slow to learn, constantly distracted. So his father checked Wendell’s browsing history frequently, and there was never a trace of any links to pornographic sites.

As dull, unknowing, innocent and uninspiring as Wendell appeared, he was a porn freak, and he knew just how enormous he was. He was also wise enough to know to cover his browsing history. He was thorough, clearing out any porn links of any kind. His huge meaty cock was the center of his universe, he had measured it many times, he was obsessive about it. He knew exactly how long and fat it was, and in many ways, he had convinced himself, that it was all he had to offer. He was addicted to dick, his own, and what a beautiful oversized cock it was.

Luck, can be good or bad, but it was raining heavily during those first two weeks, the very weeks I was in my induced coma. When Wendell arrived to cut the yard, his third cut, Alisa, made sure to put on her skimpy worn jeans shorts, and a solid white half t-shirt, without a bra, to display not only her rack, but her tight six pack, surely giving the twenty year old Wendell a very real, enticing show, for Wendell’s parents were away for a few days, they asked her to keep an eye on him, and her ‘little’ show, was sure to keep his eyes on her. Once again, luck did not cast it’s shadow on me. This was my third bad break.

Wendell, uninspiring Wendell, was cutting the front yard first, and when he came around to the back, he caught sight of Alisa, purposely bent over, revealing too much cheek, as her breasts dangled beneath the confines of her cut off shirt, the bottoms of her firm breasts peeking out, her knees straight, displaying the flexibility and firm, toned legs that tapered down to such tiny ankles, from such a firm fine ass, it had the desired effect as it made Wendell’s huge member surge. With the mower running, his self-awareness completely destroyed, he took all the mental images he would require for endless masturbation sessions, he stood in awe, taking in the view of my wife’s hot body, the mower ran, but didn’t move, as his attention drew his huge cock well past any dimensions I could ever hope to attain.

As Alisa rose up, and turned, Wendell, panicked, releasing the handle, stopping the mowers engine, and quickly retreating to his house, his back to her, he began to speak … “I’ll just come back later to finish … sorry.” Stammered Wendell, his huge cock was filling out, he needed relief, and to his horror, he heard Alisa say … “Stop.”

He did as she wished, as she contemplated her next move. She had all the control, it was so obvious … the geek is a fucking friendless virgin, he was running home to jerk off. He had plenty of new material.

“It’s okay Wendell, you can finish while I work, I’ll stay out of the way.” Said Alisa, her eyes catching Wendell’s left hand adjust the now erecting cock, his previous leering at Alisa, was now matched by her own lustful eyes, as they gazed at the hideously monstrous outline of Wendell’s vastly superior penis.

“It’s fine, you can finish.” Repeated Alisa, as her body responded, her nipples ached, her pussy already beginning to respond to the visual, as she walked in, closing the distance between them.

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll just … finish later. Didn’t want to bother you.” Said Wendell, as he began to retreat to his home.

“Stop! Wendell … turn to me, face me.” Said Alisa, as Wendell froze solid, his left hand reached in a second time, his hammer straining, wanting to be set free, he wanted to masturbate over her right now, ‘why is she being so stubborn?’ He thought. He doesn’t want to be caught, not like this.

He felt the hand on his shoulder, as he turned to see the beauty before him, but her eyes were down, taking in the huge solid prick, as it flexed, and grew. Wendell’s poor heart sank, she’s going to tell him off, but with his head down, he didn’t notice that she was staring at his huge member, not so much afraid nor turned off, but lustfully engrossed in the inspiring massive tool, his eyes first took in her tiny feet and painted toes, so as his eyes slowly rose, taking in her cut firm, tanned thighs, to her narrow waist, and tight tummy, his eyes shot open, as her hard nipples poked through her white t-shirt. His eyes dared go to her face, when he noticed her unblinking, unmoving eyes, take in his straining dick, every inch the man she had hoped for.

 

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Wendell gulped, as Alisa dropped her gardening tools, dropped to her knees, and began to undo his Levi’s button, and slowly unzip his worn, faded jeans, as his huge prick surged along his left leg. A virgin, he stood as if he were playing freeze tag, as she slowly pulled down his pants, to reveal the long fat prick. His heart bursting, in shock, his fantasies about to come true … this can’t be. It passed my length, and continued, inch after fat inch, until the head was finally coming into view …

“Wendell? You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” It was simply the way she said it, those were the exact words he had longed to hear. He was so proud, as her small hands finally freed the huge prick, allowing it to fill out to full size, a mammoth nine plus inches, with a thickness that would easily exceed seven inches. He knew he was huge, and he got off on it, suddenly, he found himself a confidence, and strength that he didn’t know he had, for Alisa, was clearly aroused by his huge member, as both her hands stroked, and milked the firming prick, lashing it to a full thick hardness.

She leaned back on her knees, for she was kneeling too close, as Wendell looked down upon her pretty head, as his huge prick showed all it’s mighty size. He hadn’t jerked off today, not yet anyway, he intended to jerk it off to her image as she handed him his twenty for cutting the yard, but here she was kneeling before him, honoring his gargantuan straining prick, every inch the man she had always secretly wanted.

“That’s a good girl, suck that big fat dick.” Said Wendell, the most words Alisa had ever heard him say, the most forward, and clearly most offensive words, and she did as he forcefully stated, cramming the fat head into her mouth, both hands stroking Wendell’s stiff thick prick, never before had she thought a man could be so huge and tasty.

“Watch the teeth, watch the teeth.” He added, his hand stroking her hair, as he gradually brought his right hand to the back of her head, forcing his monstrous organ further into her, until she choked, pulling away, as she caught her breath. Spitting at his feet, her hands still embracing the hot shaft, still, both her hands stroked the massive organ, pulling, and stroking the many thick inches of horse prick …

“Go at it again, go after it baby.” Said Wendell, as Alisa did as she was ordered, as her mind wondered ‘who is this guy?’ This isn’t timid little Wendell, is this some alter ego? Why is he so aggressive and seemingly so dominating? Well, it hit him the moment she knelt before him, and began to honor his oversized member. Wendell flipped a switch, one he had been itching to display, as Alisa slobbered over his huge prick, lathering the head and the few inches she could inhale with her spit.

“Take it out and lick along the whole thing, lather it in your spit.” Said Wendell, more demanding, than asking, and rather than find his aggression a turn off, she found it an incredible turn on, as Alisa did as he demanded, and began to lick upon the swollen monster, tending to every delicious inch, lashing it to a hardness and size she could barely comprehend. The eerily silent, creepy neighborhood ‘kid’, was hung too large to be ignored, his pride and joy was surging towards a fullness as she willingly gave herself to it’s twisted owner.

The cocky, skinny shit, led her around his fat dick, forcibly removing her hands, and holding it aloft so she could better address the underside, and then pushing her head down further … “That’s it baby, lick those big fat balls, give them a good bath, suck them in if you can, and get them nice and wet.” Said Wendell, smiling an evil controlling smile, as the older woman sucked and primed his huge dick.

He inspected his huge tool, his eyes closing, as Alisa licked and lathered his big balls. For a virgin, he could hold out, and maybe just maybe, he had seen too much porn, but his controlling nature was something Alisa had never experienced before. Wendell knew full well how huge he was, and he was using her lust for his outlandishly oversized prick against her.

I wasn’t the ‘man’ Wendell was showing himself to be. He was a closet alpha male, a dominating, overbearing skinny fucker, whom, when he exposed his huge prick, let Alisa, and anyone else know that he wielded a truly emasculating colossal prick.

With her spit completely covering his huge prick and sloppy balls. He ordered Alisa to stand, and without asking, he came in close, his huge soggy slab slapped against Alisa’s thighs as he quickly pulled her little half t-shirt over her head, as he threw it in the yard, and with a roughness, and sure handedness, began to pinch, pull and examine my Alisa’s breasts, he didn’t hesitate, as his nerdy face went in, as he sucked, and bit her nipples, squeezing her breasts so tight they would bruise, but she didn’t protest. Her eyes were looking down upon the stallion’s huge penis, the veins bulged, it was raw, wet, imposing, and just the eye candy she wanted, she kept her mouth shut as he manhandled her jeans shorts and panties down her thighs, and within seconds she stood before him completely nude. Her pussy as wet as it had ever been, as he turned her around and began to explore her ass, bending her over as his fingers violated her, entering her pussy with one, then two, then three fingers, as he took complete command.

Skinny Wendell, was full of surprises, as her eyes shot open, as his index finger explored her ass, he left nothing out, and after removing his finger from her ass, he rubbed it dry on her back, as she shuddered at his complete control. He slapped the huge organ along the back of her tight thighs, Alisa’s breathing so rapid, she might pass out, as he then took her hair into his hands, and lifted it out of the way to explore her neck, she could feel his breath on her neck as he whispered … “I’ve got a bigger dick than your husband, and I know you want it … you want it bad, don’t you?” He said with such confidence, the shy, inhibited, unworldly Wendell knew exactly what she wanted, and why, as Alisa’s nodding head slowly acknowledged what Wendell already knew.

From behind, he took her hand and placed it upon his fat prick, as she slowly pumped the enormous thing, feeling the heat, and undeniable sexual power it’s size demanded. His being behind her, scared and excited her, as he maneuvered the long organ under her ass and pussy, driving it between her thighs and out past her pussy, in effect, his cock, was her cock, and what protruded out in front of her, was both longer and much thicker than mine. Both her hands came out to grip the fucking thing, as he asked her … “Even now, it dwarfs you’re husbands puny cock doesn’t it? It’s so long and fat, that I can beat him from behind you … isn’t it so?” Asked the overly equipped lightweight shit.

“You’re a fucking monster … your cock is soooo much bigger, so much better.” Said Alisa, as she came, clutching the huge prick as she shuddered in orgasm. How did this quiet, skinny shit, turn into such a dominate male? She knew him for years, he’s a fucking loser, yet here she was, orgasming whilst holding his monstrous prick. While she came she felt his hand come around and roughly manhandle her clit, was this shit lying about it being his first time?

 

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Alisa’s pussy leaked her orgasm onto the huge prick as it sprung out from under her. “Let it go now baby, let it go.” He ordered, as she released, and turned to face him, as he stood admiring her body, his sloppy fat pole, tempted her, drove her mad with desire, as he led her to our porch. He told her to stand at the edge while he walked up the few steps, turned, and then brandished the thing in front of her. The height was perfect, as were his intentions, he could stand from the porch looking down upon her, giving him a better view, while she would stand and gave head to his mammoth prick. He looked down on her, as her compliance was understood by both. He folded his skinny arms, and uttered the one word that would set her loose … “Suck.”

Like a dog that would wait for it’s master to eat, the single word “suck” had set her free. She did so with passion, as she tried to engulf the many inches he offered, but like before, she could barely take the head, and a few inches. He grew tired of her inability to take the huge thing … “What the fuck, can’t you take more than that?” He asked with disdain.

“I’m sorry, but you’re too big, you’re too fucking huge.” Said Alisa, her eyes tearing, her tears coming from both from the strain of trying to accommodate the huge prick, but also her failure to take more, she wanted to please him, please him like no other man before.

This Jekyll, and Hyde mystic that Wendell had shown was no illusion. Once revealed, his huge prick turned him into a beyond dominate male, and quickly subdued any woman who enjoyed size. His control was complete and ultimate.

“Take me to your bed.” He ordered, as she scampered up the few steps, her jaw hurting, the anticipation of having his huge organ inserted into her was building. He had dreamed of her for years, and she only a few days of him. She nearly tripped, watching as Wendell stroked his massive piece, it’s size so scary that she didn’t understand, nor comprehend just how big it was until she made it into our second-floor master bedroom, turning to him, so see it from inside our bedroom for the first time.

Inside a room, under a roof, it was terrifyingly monstrous. It gave a new appreciation and perspective, as Wendell continued pumping the thing with his left hand. As Alisa stood in our bedroom, waiting for a command, his will dominated all.

“So … this is where your husband makes love to you?” Said Wendell, letting go his huge prick, as it slapped against his thigh, precum dripping from the head … but not letting her answer.

“Don’t answer Alisa … I know this is where he sticks his puny cock into you, and you act like it’s the best thing to happen to you. But we’re going to know differently aren’t we? You know what’s coming … what I’ll do to you. He’s had you on the right diet, but not in the right quantity … we both know you want this big prick. This fat heavy, really long dick … that dwarfs your husbands puny little dick.” The nerve of this fucker, but Alisa nodded along, licking her lips, lustfully eyeing his mammoth cock as he waved her to our bed.

It was his first time. This surreal event for my Alisa was Wendell’s first time, and the skinny, overly equipped fuckwad, was about to make her cum like I never had. It wouldn’t be close.

She fell into the bed as if under some spell, a spell cast by the shadow of Wendell’s massive cock, as he pulled her hips to the edge, stepped back, and rubbed the fat head over her tender pussy. The smirk he carried, as Alisa responded, her body more than ready, as she spread wide for the huge fat cock.

He teased her with it, and as she was about to ask for it, he pulled back, and held it along his stomach and chest, with just a look, his glare told her to wait … “You really want it don’t you?” Asked the suddenly sure cocksman, where was the scared, nobody, skinny twerp that was Wendell? Wondered Alisa, as the pent-up desire, and longing was driving her mad. As Wendell lowered the boom, and placed the hot head at her pussy, and with one thrust, was virgin no more.

For Alisa, it was unlike anything before, the thick prick drove in with a stretch that she had always wanted, every nerve exposed as she felt the power only his huge prick could provide. Newly empowered, Wendell didn’t have to wait long, as Alisa surrendered to an orgasm that entered new territory. The huge prick, barely half of it inserted, brought her off quickly, as she quickly came a second time, Wendell’s size, and dominance sent Alisa into multiple orgasms. His cock so large, each thrust excited her exposed clit to unheard of rapture. She vaguely remembered his smug face, as his huge prick continued it’s thunderous pounding.

Alisa had probably cum when under me a few times, she tried to tell me all was well, she play acted the part of the good wife, but she didn’t have to act anymore, she loved what Wendell’s gargantuan member could do, and she will never forget the first time his ‘virgin’ cock cum, as it came deeply inside her. With maybe six fat inches inserted, she felt the already huge organ grow inside her, her glossy eyes, nearly glazed over from her orgasms, felt the huge prick jet it’s big load, she couldn’t feel me cum inside her, but she felt each solid pulse from his monstrous organ. Wendell didn’t cry out, his face contorted a bit, but she could see his being made whole, he was a man now, a horrifically endowed man.

If she wondered, or doubted he could keep going, that was thrown out the window. I would’ve pulled out, spent for the next half hour or more, but Wendell? He didn’t miss a beat, as his load spilled from Alisa’s welcoming pussy, lathering up along the huge shaft, collecting underneath her, as his huge prick continued it’s assault unabated.

While still connected, he placed her into doggy, and showed her how a boss cock gets it done. She was ravaged, and enraptured with her virgin stud, his huge prick went deeper with a stretch that I could never hope to achieve. He eventually pulled free of her, as she fell back, never so satisfied, nor so empty, for the withdrawal of his gargantuan prick left a silent hole, a wanting, a desire for more, like an addict might have.

He sat up along the headboard, and nodded for her to take his organ into her hands, and with that she pumped the magnificent prick to his second cumming. It reached out so far, and so fat, she shuddered to have even attempted to take him inside her. He sat quietly as she tended to his oversized beast prick. Oozing with self satisfaction that he had taken his neighborhood crush, how quickly she submitted, how good she was, and how enormous he had become. His hands dared explore her body, he dared say the things that confirmed the obvious.

For a virgin, he could hold out, I would’ve been done long ago, he sat back with such contentment, admiring my wife’s fit body, pinching her nipples, placing his thumb, or finger in her mouth, as she sucked away on them, as her slim arms worked her little hands up and down his gargantuan slick pole. The lustful gaze she carried, the inspirational, unheard of, and mutant horse prick that she milked, was so much bigger than anything she could have imagined. When Wendell removed his index finger from her mouth, she came in, and licked upon his straining dick, kissing along it’s length, as if he life depended on it. She knelt on ‘our’ bed and worshipped that motherfucker.

 

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“My God Wendell, do you know just how huge you are? Do you have any idea?” She asked, as he nodded along.

“My husband was my biggest … but he’s nowhere near your size, you’re so much thicker and longer it’s simply amazing.” She added, as he looked on, flexing the giant thing, which she felt through her grip upon the hard slick shaft. Her eyes wide as the thing seemed to expand yet further.

“That’s a good girl, work that huge prick, suck the head … yes … just like that, get nasty with my huge prick, spit on it, slap it, that’s right make it grow baby … make it grow, MAKE ME CUM!!” Said Wendell, his young horse prick being serviced by the one girl he masturbated over almost constantly, and secretly cherished, abusing his massive pole in honor of her every day. How does one top that for a first time?

He roughly grabbed her head, and brought her in for a rough kiss, biting her lip, forcing his inexperienced tongue deep into her mouth, as his huge weapon raged between them, it’s head leaking precum, it’s size so great that it reached his nipples, standing incredibly tall and fat.

He forcefully guided her along her journey, he wasn’t shy anymore, he told her how he liked it done, what felt the best to him, imploring her to ‘try harder’, to take in even more of his massive flesh stick. He handled her roughly, unlike me, and she loved it, she loved being taken and ordered about. Who knew? Alisa was overwhelmed, disbelieving that any man could have so much, his organ strained, it was becoming so hard, as she learned from the first time, shocked at what was to happen.

“Fuck meeeeee … “ Said Alisa, as Wendell’s cock expanded immediately prior to cumming, jetting straight into the air, his full size realized, she wasn’t dreaming before when he came inside her, for it did grow in both length and girth as he was about to cum. The hardness, the veins straining, as the young man’s huge prick left a messy, supremely large load upon her hands, and upon the spurting shaft. She engulfed the head, willingly giving in to the superior male, and with her eyes locked with his, she gathered all she could, and devoured it in front of him. Her face and body covered in cum, she leaned in, and kissed him, so thankful, so impressed, as her tongue explored his mouth. This skinny, nobody nerd, had made her cum harder and longer than she had ever known.

He guided her along the huge spent prick … “That’s right, get it all now, keep going after it, don’t miss any … such a bad girl, such a pretty nasty girl.” He replied, his own fingers had lingering leavings of cum upon them, and in turn she slowly, lovingly, sucked each finger dry, with an audible pop as she finished each one. She sat across from him speechless, going from his eyes to the impossibly huge prick as it shrank to a size that would intimidate both men and women.

“Can I clean up?” As she asked for his permission, before pulling away from him. Her pussy sore, and expanded, stretched, her body exhausted from the pounding of a lifetime. From a virgin of all things, a dominate, otherworldly display of ‘secret’ manhood. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, as a portion of his load began to fall across her face from her hair, her tongue came out and caught it. There was no regret nor remorse. I was in the hospital, nearly killed a couple of weeks ago, and here was my wife, my wife, getting it, and getting it but good from the kid next door.

“Hey Wendell? I know you’re not of age, but do you want a drink? You know, beer, wine, vodka on the rocks … hey? … Wendell?” Said Alisa, as she reentered the bedroom, the bed now empty, as she went to the window, and looked out, as Wendell was walking outside, towards his house, with his clothes against his chest. He stopped, and looked back, and up to her window, as her puzzled face looked on. The ‘shy’ kid next door, gave a small timid wave, and disappeared into his yard and onto his back porch. Mr. Hyde is in the house.

Today was the first time Alisa didn’t come to the hospital since my accident. Instead, she drew another bath, and pondered what she had done. There weren’t going to be any regrets, nor doubt, she would fuck Wendell whenever, wherever he wanted. She would submit, she had no choice, no will of her own to resist. She rubbed her abused pussy under the water, reliving the entire event, so grateful for her hung neighbor. She was exhausted from his rough fuck, oversized prick, and dominant attitude. It was so unlike him, and yet so right, this … is what she craved.

Next door, young Wendell lay in his own tub of warm water, glancing down at his huge flaccid. He willed it, and it stirred, until it flexed and grew alongside his left leg, and continued to grow, hands free, surging and then muscling it’s way over his leg and well past his hip, until the huge prick rose up completely hands free, his arms over his head, until the massive tool was rock hard, even with his nipples, pointed directly at his chin. He brought in one hand, and felt the heft of the gargantuan prick. It was no dream, he had fucked the stuffing out of my wife earlier, and with his parents away for the next couple of days, he imagined what would happen going forward. His other hand joined in, as his head went back and admired the towering fully engorged meaty horse cock that was all his own.

He imagined what he would to continue to do to Alisa, and to me. For he wanted me to see the true measure of a man. His fantasies of showing off his huge prick made it swell even further. ‘Michael was no match for this.’ Thought Wendell, as his prick soared far out of the water. It was his third erection since he had been with my Alisa, he was jerking off to her again, again and again. He loved my wife, and she loved his mammoth prick.

I would eventually find my place in all this. I will not like it.

 

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“My God Wendell, do you know just how huge you are? Do you have any idea?” She asked, as he nodded along.

“My husband was my biggest … but he’s nowhere near your size, you’re so much thicker and longer it’s simply amazing.” She added, as he looked on, flexing the giant thing, which she felt through her grip upon the hard slick shaft. Her eyes wide as the thing seemed to expand yet further.

“That’s a good girl, work that huge prick, suck the head … yes … just like that, get nasty with my huge prick, spit on it, slap it, that’s right make it grow baby … make it grow, MAKE ME CUM!!” Said Wendell, his young horse prick being serviced by the one girl he masturbated over almost constantly, and secretly cherished, abusing his massive pole in honor of her every day. How does one top that for a first time?

He roughly grabbed her head, and brought her in for a rough kiss, biting her lip, forcing his inexperienced tongue deep into her mouth, as his huge weapon raged between them, it’s head leaking precum, it’s size so great that it reached his nipples, standing incredibly tall and fat.

He forcefully guided her along her journey, he wasn’t shy anymore, he told her how he liked it done, what felt the best to him, imploring her to ‘try harder’, to take in even more of his massive flesh stick. He handled her roughly, unlike me, and she loved it, she loved being taken and ordered about. Who knew? Alisa was overwhelmed, disbelieving that any man could have so much, his organ strained, it was becoming so hard, as she learned from the first time, shocked at what was to happen.

“Fuck meeeeee … “ Said Alisa, as Wendell’s cock expanded immediately prior to cumming, jetting straight into the air, his full size realized, she wasn’t dreaming before when he came inside her, for it did grow in both length and girth as he was about to cum. The hardness, the veins straining, as the young man’s huge prick left a messy, supremely large load upon her hands, and upon the spurting shaft. She engulfed the head, willingly giving in to the superior male, and with her eyes locked with his, she gathered all she could, and devoured it in front of him. Her face and body covered in cum, she leaned in, and kissed him, so thankful, so impressed, as her tongue explored his mouth. This skinny, nobody nerd, had made her cum harder and longer than she had ever known.

He guided her along the huge spent prick … “That’s right, get it all now, keep going after it, don’t miss any … such a bad girl, such a pretty nasty girl.” He replied, his own fingers had lingering leavings of cum upon them, and in turn she slowly, lovingly, sucked each finger dry, with an audible pop as she finished each one. She sat across from him speechless, going from his eyes to the impossibly huge prick as it shrank to a size that would intimidate both men and women.

“Can I clean up?” As she asked for his permission, before pulling away from him. Her pussy sore, and expanded, stretched, her body exhausted from the pounding of a lifetime. From a virgin of all things, a dominate, otherworldly display of ‘secret’ manhood. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, as a portion of his load began to fall across her face from her hair, her tongue came out and caught it. There was no regret nor remorse. I was in the hospital, nearly killed a couple of weeks ago, and here was my wife, my wife, getting it, and getting it but good from the kid next door.

“Hey Wendell? I know you’re not of age, but do you want a drink? You know, beer, wine, vodka on the rocks … hey? … Wendell?” Said Alisa, as she reentered the bedroom, the bed now empty, as she went to the window, and looked out, as Wendell was walking outside, towards his house, with his clothes against his chest. He stopped, and looked back, and up to her window, as her puzzled face looked on. The ‘shy’ kid next door, gave a small timid wave, and disappeared into his yard and onto his back porch. Mr. Hyde is in the house.

Today was the first time Alisa didn’t come to the hospital since my accident. Instead, she drew another bath, and pondered what she had done. There weren’t going to be any regrets, nor doubt, she would fuck Wendell whenever, wherever he wanted. She would submit, she had no choice, no will of her own to resist. She rubbed her abused pussy under the water, reliving the entire event, so grateful for her hung neighbor. She was exhausted from his rough fuck, oversized prick, and dominant attitude. It was so unlike him, and yet so right, this … is what she craved.

Next door, young Wendell lay in his own tub of warm water, glancing down at his huge flaccid. He willed it, and it stirred, until it flexed and grew alongside his left leg, and continued to grow, hands free, surging and then muscling it’s way over his leg and well past his hip, until the huge prick rose up completely hands free, his arms over his head, until the massive tool was rock hard, even with his nipples, pointed directly at his chin. He brought in one hand, and felt the heft of the gargantuan prick. It was no dream, he had fucked the stuffing out of my wife earlier, and with his parents away for the next couple of days, he imagined what would happen going forward. His other hand joined in, as his head went back and admired the towering fully engorged meaty horse cock that was all his own.

He imagined what he would to continue to do to Alisa, and to me. For he wanted me to see the true measure of a man. His fantasies of showing off his huge prick made it swell even further. ‘Michael was no match for this.’ Thought Wendell, as his prick soared far out of the water. It was his third erection since he had been with my Alisa, he was jerking off to her again, again and again. He loved my wife, and she loved his mammoth prick.

I would eventually find my place in all this. I will not like it.

Great story!! Thanks!
Hoping this will evolve into a cuckold situation.

 

[ilpallazo]

Oh my! Another awesome story by checkin
Looking forward to more!

 

[justbigenuff]

Yet ANOTHER incredible story from checkin. Hope it continues. Thanks kind sir.

 

[spicy1230]

Great story

 

[suckmachine]

AMAZING story Checkin!! I am dripping wet ...please keep going!

 

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Interrupted Routine

I’m home now, and like clockwork, after serving me breakfast and cleaning the kitchen, Alisa would leave for a run. It was her habit now, a healthy one, she always ran to the right from the front of house, and unbeknownst to me, directly circling around into Wendell’s home, entering in the already open back door. With his parents away, or working, it was time to play, and each time she entered, the nerdy unsure weakling, turned into an aggressive, domineering stud.

He delivered the hard, rough fuck she wanted, he ordered, she obeyed, where it came from, his overbearing nature when nude wasn’t just about the huge dick, it was the way his head was wired. Alisa had never felt like this, she submitted willingly, she gave herself to him every single day, she lived for it, while I was quarantined at home, unable to drive, barely able to make it to the mailbox. Alisa would return home a sweaty mess, would shower a second time, make my lunch, then we would wait, for my rehab, which started in the afternoon, four days a week, and each time, it went for an hour.

I should’ve known something was amiss, after she complained about my sleeping, how my legs would kick unexpectedly at night, jostling her awake, or the sounds I made, which ‘forced’ her into our spare bedroom upstairs. We always slept together, it was part of my therapy, but she moved down the hall. Insistent, that I was doing what she claimed, but I hardly slept, nor moved about, I knew it then, that something was wrong, but the only time she wasn’t home with me was during her runs. But that’s all it took.

I had been home for two weeks when I heard someone else in the house, I was about to call out when Wendell suddenly appeared at the entrance to our master bedroom. He wore khaki shorts and a dirty grey t-shirt with flip flops, it was first time I remembered him being in our home. He was the shy nerdy kid I remembered, the listless, uninspiring lazy waste, and I expected him to ask how I was doing, instead, he appeared annoyed about something. Becoming aware that he hadn’t replied to my hello, he stammered … “Um yeah, I was helping Alisa hang a picture.”

It was awkward, how he stood there, ‘hang a picture?’ I thought, for I hadn’t heard a hammer. As soon as Alisa came up the stairs … “There you are … here’s your twenty dollars for cutting the grass.” Said Alisa, which left me wondering … when did the kid cut the grass? I didn’t hear a mower either, not today, not yesterday. Did I suddenly lose my sense of hearing?

“Thanks for the yard work and for hanging up that picture Wendell. What picture did he help you with honey?” I asked, the detective in me wondering what was up. As Alisa’s face was the first ‘tell’ that something was amiss, completely out of place.

“Um, the one with on us on vacation last year, at the restaurant in Hawaii. But I just took it down, I didn’t like where it was hanging. Come on Wendell, you should go.” She quickly retorted, as Wendell stuffed the twenty into his shorts, and without warning, in one quick motion, pulled down those same shorts, revealing a huge flaccid dick, so big, that it dwarfed my own when completely hard. Alisa’s stunned face, looked towards me, then back at Wendell’s huge prick, my jaw had dropped, I had never seen one so big, but that was the giveaway, I could tell, she had seen it before, she wasn’t startled, nor did she comment, she seemed bewildered, wondering what to say or do, that Wendell had dropped his shorts was so obviously inappropriate and wrong, and now, he’s kicking away his flip flops, and pulling his t-shirt over his head, within seconds he was completely nude, as his huge prick swung from side to side, slowing coming to a stop silently taunting me, fuck! This kid is seriously hung.

It all happened so fast, and with my mental state so jumbled as a result of the accident …

“What the fuck are you doing Wendell?” I asked, as my heart began to race, for when I looked to Alisa for help, all her attention was on Wendell’s huge cock, as it flexed, and grew towards the floor, inch after inch were added to the already huge prick, already thick, it was growing thicker, as it continued to fill out, Wendell crossed his arms, allowing me to take in the horrifically huge cock, he was throwing down the gauntlet, as my head began to spin. I’m not all there, I’m weak, slowly recovering from my accident, we’re expecting up to 1.2 to 1.5 million in a settlement, and here this kid stands in our master bedroom, while my wife pliantly watches, as his cock grows to more than three times my size, and it’s not finished it’s horrific, ungodly growth.

“Take a good look … this is what Alisa is enjoying, and enjoying every day for the past three weeks.” Said Wendell, so wicked, and hurtful, as my Alisa began to protest, but just the turn of his head, his stare and glare, shut her up instantly. My heart sank, I knew he wasn’t lying, for Alisa’s nipples were full hard, she looked upon him as if she were helpless, as if waiting for a command, for I had no idea of Wendell’s alter ego, nor my wife’s submission to his will, I hadn’t a single fucking clue.

“She won’t deny it, for it is fact. Look at it Michael … look at how long and fat it is.” Said Wendell, as my eyes focused on the fucking massive gift he had been born with, the huge thing bobbed, struggling to rise up, it was incredible, and so beautiful. I had never admired another man’s cock before, but I couldn’t deny how it affected me. When I was myself, Wendell wouldn’t have stood a chance in a fair fight, but now, the way I am, I’m helpless, as he brought his hands to his huge dick, and began to stroke it, making the already massive member add to it’s already gross size. It strained, so healthy and huge, completely overpowering. I was without speech, as Alisa stood silently by, her inaction bothered me almost as much as Wendell’s showing off of his monstrous pecker. Fuck me, I’m a little slow on the uptake due to my injuries, for I was finally understanding the full impact, that this fucking thing had probably been inside my Alisa. WTF?

I sat in the chair next to our bed, tightly gripping my cane, I can barely walk without it, as Wendell released his huge swollen prick, it looked so heavy and solid, the ‘slap’ it made against his thigh, and how far it hung down.

“Sit back Michael, and watch a man do it.” Said Wendell, as Alisa shook her head ‘no’ at him, but he simply waved his index finger at her, a silent command for her to undress, I began to rise, to raise the cane to strike him, but he turned and quickly swatted it away from me, his swat sent the cane flying against the wall, out of reach, and with a shove, I was forced back, falling into the chair, as Alisa’s pained face looked at me, her first words to me since this whole wicked, surreal event started … “I’m sorry Michael, I’m so sorry.”

Yeah, how sorry she must have been, as she disrobed in front of us, not once did she stray off course, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the huge swinging prick, and the world ‘huge’ really didn’t do it justice. She once had a will of her own, but not where Wendell, this skinny nerdy shit was concerned, for I was quickly becoming aware of his total control over my wife, and soon, of me.

As Alisa removed the final pieces of clothing, it was so obvious, how turned on, and excited she was, Wendell came up to me, his huge hanging prick just inches from my knees, and from his, it was so fucking huge, it moved like a tree limb, I was still dumbfounded by this whole situation, and how truly massively endowed he was. I could kick that baseball dick of his, maybe slow him down, but he reached down and gathered the huge fucking thing, and said … “Here Michael, feel this, touch and hold the bigger cock, and know without question, who owns your wife … and you.” Wendell said it with such clarity, purposely evil, inching forward, his legs pushing mine open, as he held out the fat prick, and with a mind of their own, my hands weakly reached out, and felt the heft, heat, and tremendously solid organ he possessed. He wasn’t big, he was enormous, my hands could not reach around the fucking thing, he smirked, flexing the giant prick while in my grip, it’s head was three times the size of mine, and it was ungodly heavy, so swollen, and how proud he was, as he took my wife, and manhood from me in one fell swoop.

 

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He nodded Alisa to walk over as he pulled away, his huge sausage slipping free of my grasp, my spine tingled at the sheer mass of the fucking thing, Alisa obeyed, I understood what an alpha was, and he was its total embodiment, and where did this come from? This wasn’t the Wendell I knew, nor the woman I had married. I was confused, wondering if this is part of my injuries, my imagination, that this nightmare isn’t real, as Alisa was ordered to kneel upon a pillow, and ‘service’ Wendell’s magnificent prick at my feet. My front row seat all too real, all too close, as I painfully watched the best part of my life disappear in a lust induced love affair with another man’s horrendously sized penis. Minutes, felt like hours, as she tended to the long fat shaft.

Dangling his huge prick in front of her, he ordered her … “That’s it baby, lather my huge dick … no hands … just your tongue and mouth, get it all nice and wet … that ‘a girl, get around the head, lick it good, spit on it! That’s right, just like that, just like that.” Said Wendell, as she did exactly as he instructed, the entire time, he was either glaring at me, or watching Alisa tend, and worship his fucking mammoth tool, getting off on it all, as his monstrous organ was adored, and serviced so lovingly by my soon to be divorced wife.

“Look at her Michael, such a good girl, so beautiful, such a great lover, watch the attention to detail, how she’s wetting the entire thing, getting it ready to suck, and then fuck, but first … we don’t want to forget those big balls do we baby? That’s it, you can hold it now, hold it aloft while you lick those big heavy balls.” Said Wendell, looking down on me, as I witnessed Alisa suck, lick and grease up his big balls, her little hands held the massive prick over her head, how incredibly huge it was, it dwarfed her head, as her mouth and tongue covered his huge nuts, until they hung all swollen, soaking wet with her spit. Clearly, she had done this many times before, her hands made the huge prick appear so hideously oversized, it was a disgusting torture to witness his huge prick being serviced by the woman I once loved.

I have never seen the appeal of being a cuckold, it’s not in my DNA, and I can tell you from my experience, that this is some sick twisted shit. To make it worse, the skinny fucker is doing his best, to make it the most painful, emasculating experience of life. Kudo’s to the fucking ass wipe. What really drove it home? Was the fact that I was about to witness, so up close and intimately personal, was the sheer size and heft of his mammoth prick as he violated my wife, he wasn’t hung … he was disturbingly endowed, in no way could my sweet wife handle his massive twisted beef, it’s inconceivable.

Alisa’s hair was already in a bun, as he nodded to her, for he intended for her to attempt to give him head, but there was no way, it’s not remotely possible, but I saw firsthand as the huge head forced it’s way inside, as Alisa made room, as her throat expanded as the huge prick was inserted nearly six or seven inches inside her mouth and down her throat. That, took practice, a lot of it, to do something remotely like that, it’s not natural, he’s far too thick. She coughed as he pulled it free, smiling at me …”Yeeaaaahhh … she’s gotten better, much better, it used to be just the head, and now, she’s got almost seven inches inside her sweet mouth don’t you baby?” Said Wendell, looking down upon her, as she gazed up into his eyes, nodding along with him, licking her lips as he brought the huge prick to her willing mouth, as her new talent emerged before me.

Fuck, she could swallow me whole at this point, and she could never do that before. I was a twig compared to the gross fat prick that Wendell now roughly inserted into Alisa’s mouth, her eyes crying, tears down her cheeks as he forced that beast dick into her, as far as it would go. I never throat fucked her, but I watched as the sick fuck fed her hard, rough, handfuls of fat beast dick.

“You see that Michael? She can take it, she can handle it, she likes it rough don’t you baby?” Said Wendell, once again, his eyes locked with mine, but I saw my Alisa’s head nod up and down in agreement after she released the huge soggy prick. She did like it rough, and she loved it huge, as I was about to find out, my front row seat held me as prisoner, as Wendell showed me how it’s done. Man style.

I couldn’t fully understand all this. How had simpleton Wendell flipped such an evil switch, and how did he convince my wife to bow before him, to honor him, and his huge prick? How the fuck could this have come to be? He’s a harmless, worthless piece of shit. I suddenly knew otherwise. He laid her on the end of the bed, closest to me, so I could better see the damage he was about to do. As if he hadn’t done enough already. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, her right ankle now rested on my knee, as he laid his huge prick atop her torso, my eyes couldn’t believe how far it went up her body, the huge head cleared her navel, against her tight stomach, it was so gross, so oversized, I couldn’t see how she could handle him, but I was about to see just how much she could take, and it was sickening.

My torment was fully underway, it was Wendell’s huge prick, nasty mouth, and my compliant wife that were the knives that had been inserted and constantly twisted. He began to rub the huge head over her pussy, warming her up, and she was already so wet. My head ached, I was dizzy for another reason, the stress, and mere thought of watching that fat cocked bastard drill my wife, was hurting every part of me.

“See how big it is along her body, how long and fat it is. Now that’s a dick, a fucking huge dick. What do you say Michael? How about you and I compare our dicks? You know, Alisa tells me you were her biggest. I wonder how you’d compare with me? Why don’t you show me, show us, your ‘big’ dick … so I can show you how fucking small you really are.” Said Wendell, his sloppy huge prick poised to rip Alisa apart, and for the first time since the accident, I had wood, as hard as I had ever been. I couldn’t deny my attraction to Wendell’s massive tool, nor the powerful lust that simmered within my wife as her body trembled in anticipation from it’s entry. I was already ripped to shreds; I would not pull out my cock for him. I wasn’t packing a fraction of what he possessed.

“NO? … I didn’t think so. I’m so much bigger than you. So much bigger, you’d be embarrassed, and I intend to embarrass you … I want you to see what bested you … took your woman from you …” Said Wendell as Alisa protested, asking him, pleading …

“Please Wendell don’t do this, just fuck me, please stick your giant dick inside me, can’t you see? You’ve hurt him enough …” Begged Alisa, her hand working over her pussy, as Wendell brandished his huge prick in front of me. She said those words, but didn’t mean them in the slightest. I had never seen her so excited. My ex to be, is a complete size queen whore. She had to be, there was no other explanation than his monstrous prick, but his main attraction was indeed beautiful, and insanely huge. I could scarcely believe the extreme size of the damned thing.

“You can ask baby, but I give the orders. Let’s see, what haven’t we done yet? Oh yeah … FUCK, but that’s coming up pretty soon. Oh yeah! I remember, I want you … to tell your husband how much you love my huge prick, how much more you love doing it with me. Come now, we don’t fuck until you come clean … tell him the truth baby, tell him like it is, and how it’s going to be.” Said Wendell, as I saw Alisa’s pained face from on her back. But that pain she wore, wasn’t from having to tell me what she really thought, it was dire need to have that gargantuan dick enter her, and enter her now. She didn’t ‘feel’ for me. We were dead, who was she trying to fool?

“Please Wendell, not that, not that, it’s so cruel …” She begged, pleaded, but it wasn’t them talking … it was me. I was angry, rightfully so over what she had clearly enjoyed and done.

“Yeah, why don’t you tell me? I’m sitting right here, tell my how much bigger and better he is … let’s clear the air.” I stated, as Wendell smiled wide, for he knew full well, she would tell me, and tell me she did.

 

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“Okay … if that’s the way you want it … here it is … I’ve never cum harder, nor longer, Wendell’s fat one is the best I’ve ever had, no man, especially you, can hold a candle to what he does to me. It’s earth moving, crushing, how much deep pleasure he gives me. How far he can enter, the stretch is like heaven, each thrust is pulling and tugging on my clit, I completely exhausted after each time with him, and I’ve been enjoying his huge dick for over three weeks, every single day, huge fat cock, served up by a man. His size … his size makes such a huge difference, a huge … huge difference, and his attitude, his complete control over me, I love surrendering to him, giving in to his will. I forget everything, nothing else matters. The bruises I have on my body come from him, he’s rough, and I like it rough, it took him to show me all this, he’s a masterful, controlling cocksman … you never had chance.” She replied, getting upon her elbows, and telling Wendell … “Come on big boy … let’s show him how it’s done. Fuck me, and fuck Michael up … give me that huge fucking dick, show him how a stud fucks.” Just like that, I knew all I needed to know, my head, dizzy from my injuries, made worse by the skinny fuck, whose huge prick was about to enter my very willing wife, as I was about to see her completely separated her from her senses.

Wendell bit his lower lip, little laughs leaving his mouth, as his hands held his enormous prick to my wife’s pussy … “Watch how she folds in … it’s so thick, that her skin folds in Michael … watch closely now …” Said Wendell, as the huge head began to enter to Alisa’s moans, as the fat prick did exactly as he predicted, her vagina folding in upon the insertion of such a grossly huge stud cock, as Alisa’s hands squeezed the sheets tight, as Wendell showed us all, what size could do. As her right leg, danced up and down atop my leg, I could hear, smell, feel and taste a woman succumb to a hellishly huge prick. The fucking kid was right, so was she, there is no acting here, none whatsoever.

It didn’t take long, Alisa surrendered to her first orgasm, as Wendell narrated … “That’s a good girl, enjoy it, enjoy the stretch of my huge dick. See that Michael? That’s just a sample.” Said Wendell, as he showed me just how mightily and powerfully, he could fuck. He turned Alisa inside out with each stroke, his prick so huge, that she couldn’t take it all, but she took more than I could believe possible. I couldn’t imagine a man anywhere whom could match what Alisa so clearly loved. She came for the second time, her body quaking, I could feel the floor move from their coupling, as Wendell’s huge prick did it’s dirty task. I realized I would’ve cum long ago, but not Wendell, he kept up his assault, changing speeds, the depth, raising her right leg aloft, and riding his huge balls along her left leg, whilst holding her towards me, to better showcase his huge member as it ripped Alisa seemingly in half.

He later spread her legs wide, holding them up her to her shoulders, my wife’s flexibility is like that of a gymnast, I couldn’t understand where it went, his fat one plundered her pussy, it looked taxing, painful, yet she came and came upon the fucking thing. She was weak, delirious, as he brought her into doggy, with her facing me, so I could better see her reacting to his much larger cock. It was eerie, as Alisa locked her eyes with mine, as that huge prick rearranged her insides, unblinking, so painful to see, as her head went back in yet another orgasm, her entire body trembling, the skinny fuck behind her was tireless, his cock never so enormous as he pulled it free, it’s head touching the covers of the bed. I saw his huge, slick prick, dangling so far down, that it rested on the bed. It was freakish, unnerving, my head was already spinning, this only made it worse. Who is this stranger? I’m married to this?

He placed her at the end of the bed, as I saw the huge prick in all it’s distended swollen glory. Laying the sloppy prick against Alisa’s thigh. Her calling out for him to place it back in, that she was so close. Whereupon, he did exactly that burying his huge prick as she came harder than I had ever seen her cum. Was is just me? Or did that huge prick appear even bigger, his attention was upon her as his head went back, as he yelled a primal scream, jetting his huge load into her, short deep thrusts, finishing the job of humiliating me, but he wasn’t finished. He pulled it free, as I saw the true monster, completely hard, riddled with thick veins, his load was leaking from her gaping pussy, as he came in and laid the insanely huge pulsing prick upon my leg, his nuts at my knee. HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! HE’S A FUCKING HORSE! My mind screamed.

I came at that moment, a stain forming in my pants, my first orgasm since the accident, and all due to what nerdy Wendell laid atop my leg. He wasn’t huge, he was gargantuan. The heat, weight and beauty of the thing were inescapable, he took my woman in front of me, and he showed me what had done the damage, and I came uncontrollably, feeling it it’s hefty weight upon my leg.

“Will you look at that? I think Michael came, or he pissed himself? Which is it. Piss or cum? Did my huge dick cause all that mess?” He asked laughing, pointing at the growing stain in my shorts, as my eyes went down in embarrassment, the stain getting larger and larger. He laughed, pulling his sloppy cum covered monster off my leg, the stain it left behind, the outline huge and wet.

“You wish you could bring this from her. Look at her … the rapture, the completeness, she’s not in your league, nor you in mine. I’m the man now.” Declared Wendell, as he proceeded to dick me down even further.

I couldn’t help but notice, that his prick was still raging hard, as I sat dejected, lost, too weak to leave, tortured again and again, as his monstrous organ ripped through Alisa for over a half hour. She loved it all, every moment, every second, I never made her cum this much in a month, she was exhausted. Just like she was after one her more recent ‘runs’. My load began to feel cold in my shorts, as Wendell’s attention had left me, he had made his point. Now, he simply ran us both over, and crushed my Alisa, but she wasn’t mine anymore, that ended weeks ago, I only found out within the last hour.

The first time he came, what led up to it, was the most humiliating experience of my life, round two only added to my distress. He held her aloft at one point, Alisa’s firm body quivered in yet another orgasm, no real surprise there, but the ease with which he held her aloft. He was much stronger than I had imagined. In reverse cowgirl, as she held his ankles to support herself, her eyes looked into mine as she said … “Michael, you have no idea how good this feels.” As she rode upon the gargantuan thing again and again. I estimated she had taken in roughly eight inches of his ponderous prick. Later, he lay her back on the bed, then came around behind me, and placed my chair to face the edge of the bed. He didn’t want me to miss the best part. I admit freely, my eyes couldn’t leave the monstrous dick, as he walked around me, and then back to the bed, it was spellbinding, my body quaked, I couldn’t believe that fucking thing had been in Alisa.

He sat on the bed facing me, and I thought of kicking the huge prick, as my Alisa came in from behind him, as she kissed his neck, as he whispered something into her ear. Hanging between his legs was a completely monstrous cock, I couldn’t understand how it was still so hard and huge. With both hands he pulled it aloft. His eyes locked with mine, as Alisa’s little hands came from around him, and took the gargantuan dick into her hands, and her hands alone. From behind him, she stroked that fucking thing, while he watched me. Fuck, the thing was even with his nipples, so solid, and thick.

 

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“That’a girl, that’s juuusssst right. Stroke that huge dick. Show him, just how big I can get baby. Work it, work it real good.” Said Wendell, eyeing me the whole fucking time, for I had no where to go, no where to run, no one to call, as my wife’s little hands worked that giant dick towards complete, utterly shocking dimensions. I used to think I had a big one. I got dicked down hugely, as he cupped his big balls, as Alisa looked around him, both their faces looking into mine, but I was captivated by the size, I couldn’t look away from the dominant males sizzling huge prick.

If you’ve never seen a nine inch plus dick in your life in person, you simply have no idea, just how enormous, and beautiful it truly is. I say this, because the kid’s dick is every inch delicious. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but that fucking thing is everything a dick should be, and much more. Up close, within three feet of me, it was the most intimidating thing I had ever witnessed.

“Look at it Michael. Look how fat it is, how long … that’s it baby, work that motherfucker …” His voice trailing off, as I thought ‘Yeah Mr. Obvious, it’s kind of hard to ignore that monstrous thing’. He began to stand, as the fully hard prick fell between his legs, and slapped against the bed, as Alisa knelt behind him. She didn’t protest this time, as my hands tried to fight him off, but I was in no condition to stop him, as he held my head back against the chair with one hand, as his other reached in and undid my pants, as I begged, and cursed him to stop, as Alisa sat back, a wicked look, so sinister and cruel … “That’s it stud, show us his little dick, whip that pathetic thing out.” The most hurtful words, from the woman I married, as my arms went limp, my resistance completely shut down, as his hand released my swollen cock for him to see, as his gargantuan prick was placed near my semi, my mind destroyed, as his huge cock made mine look so puny, compared to his, I was nothing. I was empty, and wondered what kind of fuck up, would find this exciting, to be dicked down like this.

I looked down in disbelief at the difference between us. “Shit baby? This was your biggest before me?” He asked, looking back at her, his swollen cock head at the base of my puny dick, but I know I’m big, I know it, yet, here I was, not a fraction of what he lay alongside mine. “Well, in his defense, he’s not full hard, but even so … Yeah, he looks pretty pathetic compared to yours.” Said Alisa. ‘Thanks baby’ I thought, as my cock shrank, while his was near bursting. The huge head of his enormous weapon was leaking precum at the base of my cock. His thick prick made mine look a pencil, his superiority confirmed a hundred-fold, he kept it there, admiring the difference between us. It seemed to excite him further, as I felt the fucking thing pressing down upon my groin. He told her to kneel in front of me again, closer, and closer still, so I could better see the full size of his gargantuan prick as he came.

His second orgasm was directed at Alisa’s face, and what a sloppy huge load it was, she took most of it, what she missed she readily gathered and brought to her mouth. His hands stroked the fucking thing, directing his baby batter to her face, breasts and upper body. His size? I could scarcely believe how enormous his already huge penis became when he was about to cum. It increased over the final half minute or so, to a length and hardness that seemed not only surreal, but painful to all parties. Some initial blasts were so strong, that part of his hot load sprinkled and splashed onto me. Doubly in distress, since I couldn’t cum like that, with so much, nor for so long. I was thankful of one thing, he got quiet, and this whole sorted affair seemed to be over, but the pain continued, I could never forget, nor live down this ultimate humiliation.

I watched, as if shackled, as she carefully tended to his spent tool. I sat in disgust as Alisa took her time. Completely oblivious to me, as she slowly finished servicing the huge hanging prick. What a heartless, soulless bitch. Holy shit, was he packing. After all that had happened, I was still in awe of the asshole’s huge pecker. Filled with a disgusting, loathsome respect of his beyond enormous horse dick.

I didn’t understand what happened next, but then again, please forgive me, this whole fucking thing was an unexpected, twisted surprise to me. He stood before me, displaying his softening, yet still huge wet prick, his mouth, thankfully, his fucking potty mouth was quiet. He looked dismissively at me, turned, walked over, and put on his clothes, packing away his sloppy huge organ, giving it a final adjustment along his leg, saying not a word, and just like that, he left in silence. My wife’s chest heaved in a deep breath, her ‘run’ completed. She rose from her knees in silence, steadying herself on the bed, rubbing her pussy, apparently trying to relieve, what must have been a painful, endeavor. What she hadn’t gathered and swallowed from his load, slowly dripped down her fine trim athletic body. She went to the window, pulled back the curtain, watched, and waited, then waved to him, as he walked home. She retreated to the master bath, cleaning herself of the sexual filth that littered her spent body. Never acknowledging, nor saying a word to me.

No wonder she appeared in the best shape of her life; she was taking on a completely monstrous prick every fucking day. I thought the constant pressure, and stretch of such a huge dick would wear thin. I can’t call it respect, but I envied him, his size, I was brooding, despondent, his tool went far beyond intimidating. I wished that cock of his was mine to wield. I yearn, feeling cheated. I used to brag about my size, it inspired pride within me. He ripped that illusion from me, I wasn’t a ‘big’ man anymore. I understood now, that my boasts could not back up the truth.

My life was flipped on its head that day. Alisa was all I had, my parents are both gone, I have no brothers or sisters. I had never been so alone in my life, and all from this skinny, nerdy shit, who somehow goes from sniveling nerd, into super stud at the drop of his pants. There is a stranger in the master bath finishing a shower. I once called her my wife.

Now, every time I hear one, I fall back to the memories of this day, the worst day of my life, it makes me want to kick the shit out of someone. You can’t imagine how deeply I fucking hate the sound of a lawnmower.

 

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Simmering.

The huge cock relationship between Wendell and Alisa was out in the open. I couldn’t speak to a soul about it. I found it far too embarrassing. I didn’t even want friends over, so worried they might discover the truth of Wendell’s huge meat, and how my Alisa was so attracted to it. And that’s part of the problem, I still refer to her as ‘my’ Alisa, as if that part of us still existed.

She still tended to me, though we hardly spoke, she was neither wife, confidant, nor friend. We existed in this house in some unnatural limbo. They didn’t do it in front of me, not that I could stop them. My slow recovery prevented me from beating the shit out of him. I awoke most mornings and slowly swung my legs out of bed, resting my feet on the wood floor, slightly bent over, head in my hands, slowly getting my bearings. I couldn’t simply jump out of bed, there was this minor thing regarding the room spinning, and nausea. I don’t recommend violent car accidents to anyone.

What troubled me most, was the ‘why’? Why this skinny, overly equipped loser? I couldn’t see past his exterior, nor discover the mystifying reason, or reasons, for her attraction to him. This confusion wasn’t based on my injuries, I knew I was missing something. Something, about this skinny weak fuck, that I couldn’t pick up on. It couldn’t center on his massive dick, not even my Alisa is that shallow, though her recent behavior might lend one to think otherwise.

I slowly made my way downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee and mixing bowls on the counter. It was pancake day. Alisa smiled, and asked if I took my meds. It felt almost normal.

Lately, she would leave out of the back of the house, and go through the fence. On this morning, after cleaning up, she finished rinsing the dishes, as I looked at her through those puppy love eyes of mine. I still loved her, as misguided as that might be. But she could see through me, seemingly knowing what I was thinking, as she dried her hands on the kitchen towel, and said … “Wellll it’s time to go. See you later.” Said the most beautiful woman I had ever dated, nor dare marry, as she turned and went out the back door.

I guessed it must have been her marching orders, for when she hit that last step, and hit the ground, I saw her pull over t-shirt, to reveal her teal colored bikini top. How I love the way she looks in it. I rose on unsteady feet, to see her peel off her yoga pants, her teal bikini bottom showing so much inviting cheek. The dimples above her ass were so enticing, her whole look, as she lowered her hair, and shook it out. It left me empty and wanting. Jealous, infuriated, if I could … I’d kill that skinny motherfucker.

I made way to the kitchen table, and sat down. My little walk didn’t do my head much good, the drugs I was constantly taking, were doing a number on me. Just minutes later, I heard familiar sounds from outside, and realized that Wendell was ‘taking’ Alisa in his back yard. Outside, in the morning light, her moaning and crying out, as Wendell laid his huge cock into her intrigued me. I stood up, and saw the top of his fucking head over the fence, as he pounded away. I had to see what they were doing. It took me almost two minutes to get upstairs, pull up a chair, and watch from our second-floor spare bedroom, as Wendell’s huge dick assaulted Alisa.

It was deflating, humbling and crushing, to watch that skinny fucker’s monstrous organ tear into her. Even from here, the size was agonizingly incredible. At times, he took her from behind, she held onto their picnic table with a death grip, her feet planted on the ground, as his prodigious organ split her apart. In an instant, he would grab a handful of her hair, and pull back hard, forcing his fat cock deep, really deep, impaling her on it, trying to insert the whole fucking thing. I couldn’t imagine how she took it.

The hurt that fucking thing must cause, she was stretched out, her pussy clutching that fat prick, and there was plenty to hold on to. He was a machine. I would think she would tire of its constant pressure and deep penetrations. The only thing she did plenty of, was cum, and cum hard, he scratched her itch, she was addicted, she craved that fat dick. My soul tired of watching them, but it was the only game in town, besides, I couldn’t look away. Even now, I can instantly recall, with crystal clarity, the images of her body being jolted by his fat dick, her tight form, wracked by orgasms.

There was a blanket on the picnic table, as she laid back, his monstrous dangling prick try to rise up, as he kissed along her legs, and feet, sucking on her toes. How It bobbed and swayed, as he grabbed the fat stick, and teased it over her pussy. Fuck me, but come on, the head was enormous, the whole damn apparatus was insanely huge. His teasing did the trick, she was getting louder and louder, pleading for him to finish her off. He did so, roughly, animal style, with a sense, or touch of disdain, that she was so willingly weak, to display her undying need, of his vastly superior huge cock.

I could never hope to do what he did with such ease. As painful as all this was, it was easily understood. I watched him as if in the gallery, a fan, for no matter how much I hated that shit stick. There was no denying the enormity of his huge dick, nor how Alisa loved being dominated by him. It was sickening, and then again, such a turn on as he pulled that massive prick from her body, as she quickly went to his feet, as he pulled up the fully engorged organ, and slapped the giant thing across the side of her face, roughly taking her hair in one hand, and forcing that monstrous organ half way down her bulging throat.

I heard him that time, he was getting louder too, and I knew why, as he said it again … “That’s what that hole is for.” Said Wendell, making her choke on that fat dick. I wanted to rescue her, to call 911, but I could see her trembling, she was fucking cumming, as he rammed that huge dick into her mouth and throat. Her hand was a blur over her pussy, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Wendell pulled out that enormous dick, and began to cum upon her face. She was weak from a hard-hitting orgasm, barely able to stay upright, as the huge prick shot it’s snot all over her pretty face. It was everywhere, as he jacked that huge thing to a tremendous finish.

His load dripping down upon her cheeks, lips, chin, breasts and falling onto her legs, she wouldn’t even say, nor do anything without him telling her. Her nipples strained, the lustful look she gave him, I was stunned, watching incredulously, for even his hand looked small upon the gargantuan heavy prick. She sat there pliantly, as he came in, and began to gather the load on his fingers, she would take his fingers into her mouth, and would slowly suck them clean in turn, his massive dick taunting her, hanging huge and sloppy in front of her, as he took the rest, and applied it to the enormous fat prick. She sat there, looking up at him as he did this. The heat and tension building, until he had gathered up all he could, folding his arms, waiting, looking down his nose at her. I leaned in closer to the window screen, wanting to hear it, waiting in anticipation, just as she was doing. She eyed the gargantuan prick, his load spread upon it like butter on a corncob. He moved his hands on his hips, looking down, waiting, his timing, impeccable … in complete control … his huge load slowly leaking from the fat head in long strands to his feet … “Go get it.”

 

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And ‘get it’ she did. Licking, sucking, using just her mouth, to gather up all the ‘butter’ he had spread. “That’s it baby … get the butter, get the butter.” Her mouth worked along that huge dick like a pro, as I saw the huge prick expand, getting ready for another ‘ride’. His huge sloppy prick did as expected, filling out to a tremendous second erection, he studied his huge dick, eyeing it, making sure she had done a good job … “Yeah, good girl, now SUCK.” Said Wendell, as Alisa went in with her mouth, and mouth only, inhaling the fat prick, working it, making it fill out, until it slipped free, as she gathered her breath, and again dove in, mouth first, and serviced the dangling hot organ.

I watched this freak show with a full hard on of my own. I couldn’t get it up on my own. I had tried, but as sick as it sounds, I could only get hard watching my fit, beautiful wife, obey her huge dicked master. I slowly jerked off, watching him, as he laid that huge prick into her. Yes … him. I couldn’t tear my eyes off his monstrous dick. Alisa’s throat bulged, as the fat prick drove deep. My jaw hurt just watching her deepthroat that huge dick. Don’t kid yourself, this took a lot of practice, you don’t simply swallow an over seven-inch-thick dick. How I envied him, as she muscled that mouth of hers over that glorious glistening prick, covering the huge head, and ingesting roughly seven inches of thick dick.

The coupling looked impossible, as he began to throat fuck her. Driving his dip stick deep, her lips stretched to the breaking point. I had to imagine her teeth scraping along the length of it. His palpable excitement, throat fucking such a pretty woman, whom would do anything he demands. I felt weak witnessing this huge dick show, I could understand her attraction, her lustful devotion, for I could see Alisa was a size queen, unrepentant, wanting nothing more, than to be separated from her sexual senses. That a big dick mattered, really mattered, at least to her, and it disturbed me to the depths of my soul, for even I was beginning to understand her huge cock fascination.

I came twice, watching them fuck outside. I looked at the clock, it was over an hour ago that she left the house. He had her put her bikini top back on, then fucked her like the bitch she was. He laid pipe. His skinny body blurring as he laid into her with that massive fucking horse cock. Her constant moaning, and “Oh, Oh, Oh, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! … and further expletives reverberated throughout the back yards.

Flat on her back on that picnic table, fully exposed to the full potential of his giant organ, he laid that fat prick deep, and deeper still, her hands held tight on the edge of the table, as his thick swollen prick, soaked with her many orgasms, plugged her for all he was worth, her body shuddered and shook. My perch so perfect, that I was right there with her, as the many inches drove deeply, with unrelenting force. She screamed his name at one point, drawing it out as she came. His hands held her ankles wide, as the blunt head of his dick lay buried. The motherfucker had more to give, at least two inches were unable to enter. She was filled, completely filled with fat dick, her whole body trembled, as if in a seizure.

A few minutes later, his body covered in sweat, I watched his finish as he buried that fat prick deep within her trembling, abused body, his short little stabs, driven hard, her body reacting to each powerful thrust as his huge dick emptied. I gasped from my perch when he pulled it free. Terrifying, his pole never bigger, so swollen and heavy it sagged, the huge head, and part of the shaft hung onto the edge of the picnic table, until the heavy thing fell free, bobbing and dangling far towards the ground. She lay wasted, drilled, as his monster still flexed, leaking its load at his feet. Her pussy open to view, still gaping from the fat invader, his huge load leaking from her. Good … I hoped it hurt, hurt her good. While I, had a longing, the strongest of my life. I wanted that huge fat prick to be mine. I would trade places with him in a heartbeat.

He joined her on the table, getting on top of her, as I saw the huge fat prick between his thighs, just inches from his knees, and he’s a solid six foot two. Fuck me, I wished I was even half that size. He kissed her face, neck and body, tenderly, lovingly, as his hands caressed her wasted body. Squinting, I noticed the marks on his back. Her finger nails had dug in, the long scrapes, blood drawn.

This skinny motherfucker ‘took’ her. Owned her. Molded her like some sexual clay, and left her a hot, exhausted, sexed out mess. No wonder she was with him only once a day. He totally fucked her up. I had to give the fucker a tip of the hat. That’s how it’s done.

I didn’t think he had the strength, but he carefully gathered her up, and carried her inside. From under her clearly exhausted body, I couldn’t help but stare at the huge swollen prick, as it slapped from thigh to thigh. Somehow, this lucky fuck won the big dick lottery. Unlike most days, she didn’t return home right away. I could understand why. When she staggered in an hour later, she came up and showered. Careful, not to show me her nude body. I was no longer allowed this ‘honor’ of seeing her in any state of undress. Some marriage, and more disturbing, it showed how, in some perverted way, that this was the natural, and best thing for her. He was equipped with exactly the size she required. I was sure this would be the last time I would see them together. But I was wrong, very, very, wrong, and frankly, I didn’t mind. It was ‘natural’. The superior male is winning, the alpha staking his claim. Fuck me, how did I end up like this, actually, enjoying, liking this? So this is what it’s like to be serviced and worshiped by a size queen. Not a bad life if you have the dick to match.

Was it all about the dick after all?

 

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