Just Waiting To Happen

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Two Days

After Mindy had been speared, and bled upon the beast dick that Wendell swung like a flesh bat. He wielded that soft monster in front of the three of us two days later. Alisa had been busy on the phone, and a rather sore, and very tender Mindy appeared at our front door in the late afternoon. Both women interacted like I didn’t exist. Seriously, I was still having dizzy spells, and couldn’t exert myself. I was there for the show, and as Wendell entered, all heads turned, our collective eyes were looking between his legs, for the hoped to be epic, Viagra induced erection. I would have my ‘look’ alright, as might anyone crossing on the sidewalk in front of our house, as Wendell’s huge prick party was going to take place in our front living room facing the street.

He didn’t say shit, he kicked off his shoes, leaving only his baggy shorts, his eyes took in the room as he pulled down his shorts, as his huge flaccid dick was released into view. It appeared full soft, even so, it was both longer and thicker than my fully erect cock, as my cock began to stir at the sight of his massive dick.

“I took it around 15 minutes ago, so it should be kicking in soon.” Said Wendell, his first words since entering, as if on silent command both girls began to undress, while I watched, and waited for his huge cock to expand.

He stood front and center, almost bored by it all, as both girls knelt before him, to honor the still soft dangling monster.

“Fuck! He’s huge already.” Said Mindy, whom was the first to grasp the soft spongy dick, her fingers squeezed it, easily reaching around to touch. I forgot, that Mindy had never seen it soft before, her previous exposure revealed Wendell’s cock near full force, banging the shit out of Alisa.

I shook my head back and forth, for even a light pull from Mindy’s small hand, drew the huge softy out towards nine inches with ease. She released it, the fucking thing hung almost half way between his thighs, it’s size clearly greater, her little tug, had sent the huge dick into motion, as Alisa ducked down, and engulfed the head into her mouth, swallowing half the huge thing, then, after coming up for air, she to attacked it again. She swallowed all of his hardening dick on her second attempt, which left Mindy and I speechless. Alisa swallowed over eight inches of inflating dick, her little nose buried at Wendell’s crotch.

Wendell was breathing faster, as Alisa’s mouth left the surging organ, ballooning in both length, but especially thickness, as it began to choke her upon pulling free. The spit covered organ hung menacingly, as we all watched it fill out even more, the head creeping lower, the thickness was tested by Mindy’s small hand. Not this time. She couldn’t begin to reach around the stiffening organ. The intensity of Wendell’s eyes, the pride, the dominance, as his cock began to respond to the Viagra.

The ‘boy’, passed ten inches, he had too, as the fucking thing flexed and grew. Four hands grabbed the huge dick, as both women’s little hands manipulated his surging prick towards the size I had seen the day he showed up completely shaved. With nothing to obscure the view, the entire pussy splitting organ was exposed, every last fat inch drew the once loose skin tight along the titanic dick. Mindy pretty much summed it all up …

“You can’t be fucking serious?” She exclaimed, as her little hands were the only ones left, as Alisa let Mindy hold the gargantuan flesh hammer aloft. I couldn’t remember it being quite this thick before. Mindy’s fingers were inches apart, like she was holding a Pringles can.

“That’s the donkey baby. That’s the biggest dick you’ll ever see. No one comes close, now stroke that big fucker, it’s still got a little room.” Said Wendell, as Mindy’s little hands stroked the huge hot slab. It had the desired effect, for the fucking thing continued to expand. Her hands had so much room, as scruffy, normally commanding Wendell, loved the visual, of his fat dong reaching out further, and further from his skinny body. The head expanded towards that of an apple. As Alisa came in, and tried to engulf the fucking thing.

You gotta be fucking kidding? Alisa is having trouble with it! She was able to swallow his cock cannon before, she could take in roughly seven inches. Why not now? My mind reeled as I rose up, grasping my cane. I wasn’t invited, but I had to feel this for myself. No wonder she couldn’t take it, as the girls saw my surprised expression. My grasp upon it revealed the shock and horror of how thick he could get on a full dose of Viagra.

A dose intended for a 50 plus year old man with circulation problems wasn’t meant for a healthy twenty-year-old. This was wasn’t the same prick I held before. Looking down upon it, I could see the unholy length, and when I let go, the fucking thing bobbed, hanging higher than it ever had. Attempting to reach the horizontal. The skinny fucker must be at, or past, eleven inches, with a walloping birth girth over eight inches. There was no way, absolutely no way, Alisa could deepthroat him now, as Mindy came, her body trembling, as Alisa licked her lips, and dutifully went to work, as she licked, spit, and honored the flesh zeppelin that proudly strutted from Wendell’s skinny body. Using her hands, she lathered the huge prick in her spit, prepping it for the fuck that was about to come.

I was unsteady, I looked at my hand, wondering if it had shrunk, as Wendell’s huge dick appeared painfully hard. I simply had no idea he could attain such dimensions. I doubt he could either, as he forced Alisa’s mouth and hands off his gigantic member, and sat back onto the couch. Even as he moved, his monster swayed like a leviathan, his beast was exactly the image of nightmares … or dreams.

 

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His erection so solid, it pained him, he had to bring it aloft. Fuck me! It simply towers over him; he could push internal organs aside with his stiffy. My view partially blocked, as Mindy and Alisa moved in to honor his flesh cannon, even then, it towered over the kneeling pair. It looked painful, but what I wouldn’t give for even half of what he carried. His whole body, centered around the maintenance of such a glorious erection, the likes of which I had never witnessed, nor dare think possible. His size so great, it managed to do the impossible, and shut his fucking mocking mouth. As Alisa caved, her orgasm hit, as Mindy spoke …

“Fucking hell Wendell. I had no idea your cock got this freakishly big. It’s much bigger than the first time. Holy shit! It’s so much bigger.” Said the little tasty tart. I wondered if she’d dare mount him. He made her bleed just days ago, I can’t imagine the damage he could cause like this. Any outside observer would think he was over a foot long. I damned near thought he was. This … is ridiculous.

“That’s right, work that huge dick … Fuck! It feels so good … the pain?!?! It’s never been this big before … it’s so big it hurts … it hurts so good!” Said Wendell, as Alisa and Mindy worked over his straining masterpiece. I pulled out my cock and began to jerk off, wishing I had his huge prick. I got dizzy just watching that fucking thing flex, it was darker than I had ever seen it, I watched through a haze as Alisa stood on the couch, and straddled his horse dick, lining up for an impossible entry.

“Yeah baby, get it ready, get ready … I’m going to split you in half.” Said Wendell, as Alisa worked over her pussy, spitting into her hand and applying it to her pussy, and onto the already copious amount of precum that flowed from the head of his impossibly huge member. Mindy, kneeling on the floor, looked up as Alisa bent over grabbing the back of the couch, as Mindy’s little hands held Wendell’s giant stick aloft, pointing straight up, a river of precum flowed from the head in a slow near constant stream, as Alisa began to lower herself onto Wendell’s birth girth wonder weapon.

“Goddamn!!!” Said both girls in unison, as Wendell’s huge head opened Alisa wide, one in awe of what she witnessed, the other, feeling anew, the tremendous, overpowering size Wendell could attain when on 100mg. of Viagra. “Fuck me!” Said Alisa, as her body slowly worked down that stiff dick, taking in a third, then backing off, her knees shaking, as she left in the head, then lowered again, this time taking in nearly half, adjusting, her sweet ass in little shivers, her chest heaving in deep breaths, still adjusting, and beginning a slow rise and fall upon the mammoth prick, shortly, her thighs shaking in the first of her orgasms, her hands squeezed the back of the couch hard as her mouth let loose, she could no longer hold back …

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! … IT’S SO FUCKING HUGE, BABY?!!! IT’S SO THICK!!!!! I CAN’T STOP CUMMING!!! I CAN’T STOP CUMMING!!!!” Said Alisa, as her thighs vibrated hard upon him, as Wendell raised his hips, forcing his huge hammer deeper, until nearly two thirds lay inside her. I never saw her cum so hard, as Mindy shook under her own hand, watching from underneath, as Alisa was split open by the pressure of Wendell’s fat intruder. Alisa orgasms jetted from her pussy, some of it must be piss, his thick dick opened her so wide, her juices rolled down his huge prick, as the fluids drained down, forming a puddle underneath his big balls, staining the couch.

She appeared ready to fall over, as I came uncontrollably, my cock spurting almost two feet into the air, I never came so hard in my life. My eyes must be playing tricks, for as Wendell pushed Alisa off his titanic member, it suspended midair for a moment … I seriously couldn’t understand how he could be so cursed. I’m looking at the biggest natural human cock in the world, it simply had to be.

Alisa fell into the couch, kind of hunched over to one side, as Wendell stood. Mindy got out of the way, her mouth covered with one hand while she looked at me with the widest eyes I had ever seen. Mouthing the words … “No fucking way!” Wendell’s huge hammer was two, maybe three inches from his knees as it bobbed, it’s thickness was easily greater than a soda can, as he lined Alisa up on our large ottoman, preparing to do as he had said he could … split her in half.

Alisa wasn’t all there to begin with, she was coming off multiple orgasms, her arms hung off the sides, weak, plundered, about to be ‘raped’ by huge cock, as Wendell prodded his huge pecker over her pussy, preparing to mount this supple, utterly defenseless, completely docile woman, who didn’t have the strength to resist, as Wendell ordered Mindy to grab his huge dick with both hands, and rub it over Alisa’s pussy, guiding it into her, as Alisa’s head went back, moaning, as Wendell forced his Viagra induced flesh cannon into my wife, forever separating the men from the boys.

Just a third of his length dwarfed my entire cock, his face showed how intensely he loved huge dicking her. Up this close, his meaty dick spread her open unlike anything I could imagine. Alisa came again, this time, half of his hog was inside her, he continued to pound her with just half his hammer, as she settled in under a tremendous stretch and strain. I was already working on my second orgasm, getting off on his obscene, oversized dick. Alisa was being ripped apart by him, I lost track of her exhausting orgasms. She shook, trembled, and flailed about on his business end, and ‘business’ was good.

So much for half, as Alisa’s once tired eyes shot open … “OH MY GOD!!!!” She screamed, as Wendell added more meat to this party. He easily passed where my slim dick could go, as Alisa somehow took what must be 8 plus inches of seriously hard, over distended man meat. His cock had no give, he was solid, unforgiving, as Mindy shook in her naked skin, her nipples so firm, her boobs rising and falling in her own orgasm, watching Wendell’s full size, rip apart her friend. I watched as Mindy’s little feet curled and uncurled, as she weakly felt the pounding hammer’s furious size. Her hand so tiny against his massive dick. In disbelief, as was I, at Wendell’s full-blown size explosion.

“That’s right baby, that’s all of it … look at it … I know you can feel the difference, look at it … look at it now.” He demanded, as Alisa’s head weakly came up, seeing the full fury, as Wendell’s monster dick, filled her like never before. Her head fell back, shaking back and forth, as Wendell buried all she could take of his completely out of control dick.

A few inches simply couldn’t enter, the blunt head had hit bottom, her cervix pounded, her pussy stretched to it’s limit, as Wendell started to shorten his strokes, soon leaving it deep within her, as he seemed ready to cum … finally, letting loose that fucking hammer’s enormous load. Mindy shot me a look as Wendell’s already full blown erection began to surge ever so slightly as …

“FUCK YEAH!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! THAT’S THE MAN BABY!!! THAT’S THE MAN!!!! TAKE THAT FAT DICK!!! FEEL ME DEEP INSIDE YOU!!! THAT’S MY SEED BABY … THAT’S SIZE!!! NO ONE IS BIGGER THAN ME!!! THAT’S A HORSE DICK …. THAT’S A HORSE DICK!!!!” Yelled Wendell, so loudly, they could hear him from outside. He kept pumping his fucking monster into her, and each time he pulled back, a portion of his massive load followed. He fucking drenched her insides with his cream. I expected his cock to shrink, to be spent after such an extended period of complete enormity, but as he pulled free his distended organ hadn’t lost a fucking thing.

 

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Alisa’s pussy remained open, leaking his huge ass load, as Mindy and I gasped aloud at the truly, mouthwatering, beautiful enormity that Wendell had become. He was so proud, letting his huge dick hang, as it’s head, still leaking, still flared out, showed the grotesquely inhuman size he had attained.

“That’s it bitches. Take a good long look, commit it to memory. Damn near a foot long. That’s all I got, and it’s plenty big enough for any of you bitches.” Said Wendell, as his super fat dick, so huge, it twisted, so heavy, it simply couldn’t defy gravity any longer.

I hadn’t seen something so monstrous unless it was in comics. He crossed his arms, waiting for Mindy. As Mindy silently approached, studied, then began to stroke the ungodly thing with both hands, sucking only the exterior of the head, it was too large to even enter her mouth. I couldn’t come to terms with how completely huge he had become, as Wendell looked upon me, half in disgust, smirking, I didn’t have anything close to him, his full size was historic, as Mindy gratefully explored his gargantuan erection.

“You’re much bigger than last time. It’s too thick now. Look at it! It’s not supposed to be this big. It’s waaaayyyyy too big.” Said Mindy, as she worked that flaming hot beast dick with both hands. Kneeling before him, playing with her new toy, much too big for her recently plundered pussy.

Alisa? She wasn’t with us anymore. Completely wasted on the biggest of dicks. She came so many times, with such force, along with her body being penetrated by a dick so huge, I can barely find the words to adequately describe it. Wendell rolled Alisa’s unresponsive body onto the couch from the ottoman, and looked down on Mindy’s continuing worship of his gargantuan tool.

I loved seeing it in the open. Fuck, his eye candy dick is life threatening. I had dismissed even the most remote of possibilities, that Mindy would attempt to take him on. Not like he is anyway. He got off on her continued efforts, as she worked that fully hard, beyond enormous dick for ten, fifteen, going on to near half an hour. There was nothing monotonous about it. He was so fucking big. We were at the freak show. I was about to cum for the third time. I’ve been jerking off the entire time, becoming concerned when I noticed Mindy release her gargantuan toy, as she grabbed the ottoman, and bent over, offering herself to him.

Alisa lay destroyed, while I became concerned. Mindy had bled from him last time, only two short days ago, she’s not of sound mind.

“Mindy? You can’t be serious! Look at him! Look at it! It will split you in half!” I called out, so obvious, her little body can’t ingest that huge Viagra induced horse dick.

“It’s the lady’s choice Michael.” Said Wendell, as he grabbed his flesh hammer, rubbing it over her pussy. The head alone was much bigger than her vaginal opening. Her pussy wasn’t nearly as big as Alisa’s, this is suicide by huge dick. She was already wet as hell, but even so, how could she????

“FUCK YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Said ‘little’ Mindy as that fat dick forced it’s way inside. Their union wasn’t visibly possible. Horse to human, her hips shaking, her body responding as her hands came back. “Easy big boy … let me adjust … let me get a handle on it …” She came at that moment, as Wendell didn’t heed her request, he slowly moved forward, inching that huge dick into her. Inch after inch, until Mindy was nearly to the point where Alisa had gone. Impaled, filled in one slow motion entry, with enough dick from four or more normal sized men. As Wendell retreated, allowing her a short respite, before plunging ahead, roughly this time. As she took in what Alisa had handled, just like Alisa, she couldn’t hold out from the complete exposure of her nerves, and senses, of being dominated by Wendell’s oversized eighth wonder of the world.

“Ya see that Michael … that’s how I make them cum. Deep and hard, just like my huge dick. Look at her. She loves that huge dick. Isn’t that right baby.” Said Wendell, not allowing her time to recover, as his huge donkey dong continued to plunder her tender pussy.

He slapped her tight ass, reached around to roughly handle her pussy, grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and all the while … that fat dick rode hard and deep. My furrowed brow expressed my complete dismay that little Mindy had taken so much fat cock, and abuse, yet she did, again and again. Her orgasms rivaled Alisa’s, the number? Near constant, mind numbing, as Wendell’s hog cock kept up a torturously gruesome pounding. I was witness to a size queen. Just like Alisa, nothing but bigger or better will do, and Wendell had plenty of both, an unattainable length, and a stretching, searing thickness, that exposed every nerve, and hit the mind even harder, with the hidden thrill, of his size being so great, that he could kill.

“It can’t be that big … not that big … it’s too much … Wendell … IT’S TOO FUCKING MUCH!!!” Yelled Mindy, as Wendell’s giant dick brought forth a stuttering, incomprehensible nonsense that barely bordered on speech, but was clearly understood. I size queen, getting it in the fat inches she always wanted, by a dominate fucking machine. No matter that he was a skinny shit, worthless fuck, it was his dick, his huge fucking dick, that brought with it, unspeakable pain/pleasure. She was a limp rag, impaled upon something so grossly huge, it looked a like a third leg was plugging her overstretched box.

Alisa, Mindy … neither had a chance. Incredibly, Mindy’s smaller body began to accept more of his giant dick. My mind was trying to make sense of where it was all going. Wendell was completely hard, ripping through Mindy like a tornado. Poor thing came again and again. I saw the blood; it was covering more of his huge dick. He noticed; he didn’t give a shit. He kept up his assault, as I had to open my mouth, I had to save her. It was a moral imperative.

“Mindy? You’re bleeding … you’ve got to stop … Wendell? What the fuck man? Pull out … you’re hurting her. Surely you see …” I pleaded, only to be cut short.

“Shut up ‘Mary’! I’m loving every inch of this stud’s huge dick … don’t ruin it … shut the fuck up, and be the little bitch you are. You don’t pack the meat … not like Wendell, he’s so fucking huge … so fucking hot!” Said Mindy, so dismissive of my concerns, and there it was again. ‘Wendell? Hot? Are you fucking serious? Okay, if that’s the way you want it.’ I thought.

“Go ahead Wendell … give her that huge dick … feed that bitch with your mammoth dick. Rail her but good … don’t hold back. Ride that little bitch hard.” I stated, as Wendell smiled, the smile a big dicked asshole would give, as his hips began to move faster, inserting ever more of his huge dick into her, but he never needed my permission, nor hers, he was going to shove that fucker deep, and deeper …

 

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“How’s that for monster dick baby? Little Michael over there says you want it … do you want it?” Asked Wendell, as Mindy moaned and nodded along, her little body impaled by over eight inches of super thick dick. Wendell gave it good, as good as it was ever going to get, slow, fast, hard, soft, harder … until Mindy’s body surrendered under the weight of her multiple orgasms. A size queen’s dream as she rode upon more dick than even Alisa could take. I would guess nine insanely fat inches of drugged dick ripped through her.

Blood, urine, and cum, puddled beneath their union as Wendell turned Mindy inside out. The little girl, was pure ‘huge cock whore’ and was ripped from her senses, as Wendell’s gargantuan prick endlessly tore through her. Somewhere along the way, I became hard. I was spent, so tired from watching Wendell destroy both women with his gargantuan dick that it was a miracle I had another erection of my own.

“Got anything to say now baby? How’s that pussy feeling now? You’re about finished aren’t you? Fucked nearly to death?” Asked Wendell, as Mindy, barely with it, seemed to nod along, but it was the dick, the insanely huge Viagra enhanced dick, that was expanded to an ungodly size, she came violently, as Wendell suddenly pulled free, his hammer never bigger. My eyes? That can’t be? He can’t be that fucking huge????

He spun her onto the couch, her pussy gaping, as he picked up that gargantuan dick, and pulled it towards his second cumming, one that he shot over both spent women on my couch. Soiling everything in its path shooting pulse after pulse, of white-hot man spunk. I should’ve recorded it, blast after blast shot with force from his fully distended, painfully erect organ. Drenching the prone, near lifeless women. Only now, did I see Mindy’s overworked, bloody, and abused pussy begin to close.

“Yeah!!! YEAH!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!” Screamed Wendell as he came, both hands stroked that gargantuan zeppelin until the last of his load slowly leaked from the huge head. He looked towards me, and let loose his huge prick, as it slapped against one thigh, then the other, even now, it was still straining, he had been full hard over almost an hour and a half. He easily surpassed any prior size I had witnessed; he began walking closer to me … what the fuck is he up to?

As I sat in the chair, he pulled up that enormous fucking dick, and brandished it over me. Fucking lord, it is simply enormous, it’s still leaking his load, as a bead formed, then fell silently at my feet. I can’t look away, it’s simply too monstrous. My cock is completely spent, but it’s raging in honor of his vastly superior horse dick, as he lowers it towards me, pointing that huge thing directly into my face. Inch after fat inch of abused, swollen dick. Many times the size of my own. The head alone is easily the size of an apple or orange.

“Kiss it.” He tells me. My head going back. Revulsion, disgust fill me. I’m not gay.

“Kiss it bitch.” He tells me. He’s walking in closer, the head mere inches from me. The girls are completely exhausted, they aren’t even faintly aware of this. My eyes don’t blink. I don’t respond, as he comes in closer, until the massive head is hanging barely an inch from my lips. I gulp, looking up at him, helpless. It won’t leave, another drop of his cum is forming, and falling onto my shirt, just missing my chin. He strokes the hellish thing, opening his mouth to speak …

I didn’t have far to go … I kissed that monstrous thing as he told me to. I lingered, eyes wide, staring up the many fat inches of it. A double-digit red-hot horse dick, thicker than a soda can. He pulled it up, after my submission, and as I sat there, in complete disbelief, he walked in closer, and placed that giant sloppy heavy dick on top of my head, his huge balls just inches from my face. As I felt the tremendous weight and size of the fucking thing.

“You’ll remember this on your death bed bitch. How I torched your woman. How I blew up two women at once in front of you, and how you submitted to my huge dick. I own you, just like I own these two. You see those huge balls? You should give them a tongue bath. I’ve got more dick than you have a life. Feel that heavy dick on top of your head? Imagine if I fucked your ass with it. I’d force it in so far, it would come out your fucking mouth.” Said Wendell, as he pulled back, his gargantuan dick, slid over my head, and over my left eye and face, my hair entangled in its wetness. Leaving a trail of sticky fluids. Disgusting, hanging so huge and completely massive in front of me.

Before he left, he stood in front of me for a moment, watching me, watch his huge hanging dick, letting me get one last good look, as ‘all he could be’, eventually walking out through the back door, completely nude, I heard the pad of his feet, and more distinctly, the slap of that huge dick, bouncing from thigh to thigh, as I lay shattered in my chair. Absorbing the sight of Alisa, and Mindy’s cum covered bodies, intertwined on the couch. Blasted from Wendell’s Viagra induced super erection.

They breathed, otherwise appearing dead, helpless. So, what’s the harm? I thought. As I rose up on my cane and made my way over, and explored Mindy’s body as she lay face down, partially covering Alisa. Her ass red from having been spanked and slapped, her pussy leaking all sorts of fluids, covered in Wendell’s huge load, as I fingered her warm snatch. Damn, she’s got a nice body, as Alisa stirred, waking me from my misadventure. Disappointed I might be caught, I made my way into the kitchen, wondering how all this came to be, and how much longer can I live like this …

Wendell is such a fucking asshole, yet, I can’t stop seeing his huge dick at every turn. My mind is foggy with countless, unforgettable images of it. I wipe my face with a wetted paper towel, cleaning his stank from me. I still see it … I’m attracted to it, this can’t be happening to me.

 

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Wendell its a biggest bull for sure. Don't know how he can be more proud about him self.

 

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OMFG Checkin...this is the hottest chapter yet! To be fucked almost to death by the biggest thickest Horse cock on earth is the way a true size Queen wants it, needs it ...U and Wendell rule us all...

 

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Really hope this goes a step farther.

 

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Changes

The events of the past two days disturbed me. I found myself dreaming of Wendell’s huge dick. The sick part, they weren’t nightmares. What the hell is happening to me? How must it be for Alisa? For Mindy?

As it was, Alisa slept down the hall, and that’s only when she spends the night. We rarely speak. It was arranged she would leave within two weeks. Her most recent practice, is to spend the night with him, but after his double team of Alisa and Mindy. I doubt she was in any condition to be anywhere near him. She, along with Mindy had been hugely speared. Mindy barely made it to her car, walking with difficultly, her bleeding had stopped apparently, but his horrendous Viagra induced size had to have left lasting damage. I had never seen it so long nor thick.

It was early morning, just hours after Wendell’s huge dick ripped apart both women, that I awoke near 2AM, I felt a ‘presence’. Then I heard it, and it sounded like a firehose. In many ways, it was, as Wendell let loose a huge piss into the toilet of my master bathroom. It lasted a long time, and the volume was insane, it reminded me of an Austin Powers movie, especially, as he wrung out the final amounts. He flushed, and then entered the room like the bull he was, simply standing in my bedroom in the dark, illuminated in the moonlight. All he had on were sneakers, and his boxers.

His huge dick swollen, the head hanging completely out the bottom, I doubt he was even aware of it. He must’ve walked in through the backdoor, uninvited. Since I surely would’ve heard him dominate, and destroy Alisa whom was sleeping just down the hall. I wasn’t afraid, just bothered, that this disturbing, big dicked fucker appeared out of nowhere, and had no scruples of any kind, my house … was apparently ‘his’ house.

How long had he been in here? What the hell did he want. Some ‘gay’ time? That was the only thing that scared me, that he might try to force me to suck his monstrous dick. He looked down on me, unspeaking, noticing I was awake in my chair, as I began to motion towards him, about to say something, when he softly uttered the words …

“Be good to her.” I barely heard him, I heard, and understood him, but I didn’t grasp the import. ‘Be good to her?’ My cheating wife? You want me to be kind to a wife that fucked you, and took your huge dick right in front of me multiple times when I was helpless to fight back? What the fuck? I didn’t reply, as he spoke again …

“Just be good to her …” Said Wendell, passionately, despondent, as he turned away, and left as quietly as he came, a ghost in the night. I wondered what it meant. I had, and have been good to her. I’ve never struck her, I provided for her, loved her. Why? Why did Wendell tell me this? Was this a warning, to stop me from kicking her out? Either way, why did I always leave the backdoor unlocked? Note to self: Ask Alisa to lock the doors at night.

This has been my strange existence, as if that’s any way to live. But I needed care, and maybe out of guilt, Alisa still prepared my meals and tends to the house. Wendell’s early morning visit in the dead of night never came up when Alisa awoke that morning. I would wager, she probably didn’t even know.

In the morning, she left the house for a run, and yes, for once, it was a run. I felt in the mood, and decided to jerk off. I admit, I was thinking of Wendell’s huge dick, the hellish, abnormal size he could attain, how he pounded the shit out of Mindy, and Alisa. I couldn’t help reliving his dominance, how he manhandled both Alisa and Mindy, leaving them quivering, completely exhausted from their countless mind numbing orgasms.

Minutes later, I realized that I hadn’t asked Alisa to lock the back door, for I was sure I heard something downstairs, my ‘alone’ time interrupted, as I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. WTF? Is Wendell making himself at home again? WTF? Doesn’t this piece of shit know when to stop? As he came into view.

“What the fuck do you want? Alisa went for a run.” I informed him, as I covered up, his interruption of my masturbation had me mad as hell. as he pulled over his t-shirt. Not saying a word, he looked dismissively at me, as I wondered what the hell he was up to. His skinny upper body appeared so weak. This isn’t the stud that prowls throughout my house, this is a nerdy, tall freak geek. Not an overly endowed bull. He knew what I had been up to, it was so obvious …

“Keep going … and jerk off.” He instructed me, as I looked on, never more disturbed in my life. This is my house, he doesn’t tell me what to do.

“It’s only fair … you’ve seen mine, and while I’ve seen yours, I haven’t seen it full sized … or have I? So show me, show me all you got.” Continued Wendell, as I was fumbling for the proper words. He turned and went downstairs, leaving me relieved. I let out a breath, thankful he was leaving, but I heard him in the kitchen, I could hear him fumbling around, apparently, he found what he was looking for, I also heard the refrigerator open, wondering what the hell he was taking, food? Beer? My heart dropped, for I could hear his bare feet padding up the stairs, revealing what he had been looking for, of all things … a ruler, and a large cup.

“Come on, pull it out, and show me your ‘big’ dick.” Stated Wendell, not backing down, nor being overly aggressive. What’s wrong with me. I can’t continue to do this, and masturbate in front of him, the girls aren’t here, this is flat out gay. This is insane; besides, my cock is getting harder than I was before I started, harder still since I know full well what he carries between his skinny thighs.

“It’s okay, I get it, you’re not gay, neither am I, but I just want to see how you measure up. I’m not going to force you to suck my huge dick, I’m just curious how long and thick you are when full hard. Yours, is the only cock I’ve seen in real life before. I only had dudes in porn to compare to, and they don’t measure up. I’m actually sad for you, since you’re so tiny.” Said Wendell, but I had enough. Besides, I’m NOT tiny.

“You can go now. I don’t know what sick thing you’re planning on doing, but get out of my house, or I call the cops.” I replied, having to adjust my growing cock, for a part of me was curious. I did want to see how big I could get, and how I compared with him, even without Alisa, or Mindy around.

“Naaahhhh … you ain’t calling the cops. I just saw you adjust your dick. You’re getting hard. You want to show me, you want to show me your seven incher.” He replied, as my cock continued to fill out. He was right. Somehow, this idiot was always right when it came to the dick, and it was easy for him, he held all the big dick cards.

I never would’ve thought it possible, but here I was, dizzy, and just dumb enough to do as he asked, I stood, unsteady, revealing my big cock, underwear at my ankles, and without any further coaxing, I brought myself to a tremendous erection, to show him all I could be, the head of my cock flared out. I was showing him every last inch of me, and it happened so fast. I kept looking at the tremendous bulge in his shorts. It didn’t budge, as he came in, ruler in hand, and passed it to me.

As he did, he turned his attention to that cup he brought up, and produced two ice cubes from it, and as I placed the ruler alongside my cock, strutting straight out from my body, and proudly called out seven and one quarter inches, he looked down on me, and shook his head ‘no’. NO? I thought, what the hell do you mean ‘no’? I didn’t have to ask why he shook his head … he told me.

 

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“You’re doing it wrong. Not on the side … place it on top, put the ruler on top, and press in as hard as you want.” He replied, as he stuck his hand with ice cubes inside his shorts, apparently rubbing them against his flaccid dick.

“I’m seven inches plus.” I replied, so proudly, as he once again ‘corrected’ me.

“Place it on top, and press it in … then call it out.” He calmly answered, as I watched his shorts fall to the floor, his enormous cock, sloppy wet from the ice cubes he had rubbed along it, making it the smallest I had ever seen it.

I did as he asked, as he asked me again … “Now, how long is it now, properly measured on top?” As I looked down upon my ‘seven’ incher. “Six and a little over half inches long.” I replied, my ‘seven’ suddenly not as much a ‘seven’ as I thought, and I was hard, tremendously hard, for my gaze upon his thick flaccid dick made me that way.

He turned and placed the ice cubes into the cup, his cock never smaller, it dripped from the wetness the ice cubes provided, and as he reached for the ruler, my hand trembled as I handed it to him.

He didn’t bother to push it in, he merely placed it on top, struggling to hold that huge flaccid in a straight line with one hand, straight out from his body … ‘My fucking God! His dick was cold and wet from the ice cubes, and it easily passed seven inches, once he understood that I had seen his measurement, he released his huge cold dick, and ripped off a portion of a newspaper. I had no idea what he planned, but quickly understood, as he wrapped it around his hanging softie, pinching it, then holding it along the ruler. He was over six inches thick, completely soft, and as my mind tried to wrap itself around that fact …

I looked between his legs, as his huge pecker began to grow. He gathered the ruler and placed it atop that massive dick. It was still floppy, bendy, and in the short time he released it, allowing it to hang down so he could show me how thick he was, I gulped, as his fat dick was already past eight inches, flexing in his one hand, firming up, it approached nine fucking inches, I was stunned, I had seen him bigger, I knew he had more cock to show me, as it passed nine inches. Nine fucking fat inches! My cock was dwarfed, it was no wonder Alisa came so hard upon him. His hand could no longer reach around it, as it continued to expand. I wished it to stop, but it continued to fill out … that’s not possible?! It can’t? But it did.

With a ruler on top, his cock becoming solid, gargantuan, it easily passed ten solid inches. The whole time, he held it parallel to the floor, and soon brought it alongside mine, the difference in size appalling. He had to back up so the huge head wouldn’t hit my hip. I knew it had to stop, but it was still inching out, the once loose skin, growing shiny, hard, and harder still, until his mammoth dick approached ten- and one-half inches. I was unaware of how close I was to cumming, over another man’s monstrous dick, and it was ungodly huge.

I had to stop jacking my little dick, and I was never so small, as he placed the ruler alongside his fully erect dick, and showed me the reading … eleven- and one-half inches. “You see what happens when I ‘cheat’ Michael? It shows nearly a foot, but this? This is the true measure of a stud cock.” He replied, once again placing the ruler atop his gigantic dick. His hands didn’t shake, they were steady, as his right hand milked that fat stick, maintaining a size unfit for a human male. The skinny fucker was easily over ten inches long, and fuck me … I had seen him when he was on Viagra, and he was clearly bigger, much bigger.

“You see Michael, you’re not seven inches long, you’re barely over six. I don’t have to press it in when measuring on top, and I easily exceed ten inches. In fact, I’m at least four inches longer than you. You see that now don’t you?” He asked, stating this all so matter of factly, but I was numb. He placed the ruler down, letting his huge hard dick hang, and swing between his legs, as he brought back that piece of newspaper, and proceeded to wrap it around his super fat dick.

He pinched it again, then held it along the ruler. “Read it to me Michael.” He instructed, as placed the ‘pinched’ newspaper along the ruler, bringing it tight along it, as I wished I didn’t have to look so far up the ruler, for even here, there was simply no way to understate my complete, and utter surprise. He was well over seven- and one-half inches thick, and he hadn’t even measured the fucking thing at its thickest point.

I came uncontrollably in honor, and shame. I couldn’t believe how fucking monstrous he was. It was surreal, as my spurting cock littered the floor, shooting it’s pathetic load upon his left leg, as he held his mammoth dick alongside mine. My ‘big’ dick, wasn’t anything like his. His softie dwarfed me when I was full hard, his huge hard dick made me cum, as hard as I ever had, as he slowly stroked the massive fat thing alongside mine, many times the size of own, fat, delicious, overpowering inches.

Showcasing just how unfair this whole thing had been from the start. I felt cheated on so many levels, as he took his huge dick in both hands, and began to jerk off his much bigger dick towards a stunning, surreal, and simply unforgettable dimensions. Viagra or no, he was insanely huge, I heard something in the hallway, just as Alisa came in, all sweaty, stopping in her tracks, taking in this confusing scene, as she must wonder what the hell was going on. This is so humiliating …

“What are you boys up to?” She asked, as Wendell replied …

“Damn near eleven inches.” As he left me, approached Alisa, and proceeded to rip off Alisa’s workout wear. His monstrous prick swung far beneath his slim hips and ass, twisting towards the floor, leaking a long stream of precum at their feet. Horse hung, with attitude, he ordered her naked form to the bed, and began to take quite roughly, just a few feet from me, on the very bed I used to share with my wife.

I sat in awe of his vastly superior size, spent, my head dizzy, it’s happening again, I had to sit, as his fat dick began to enter Alisa’s glowing body, glistening from her run, a fine layer of sweat covered her from head to toe, as his fat dick separated him from every man, everywhere. Her pussy farting from the impossibly huge swollen prick, as he laid in over eight inches.

I watched, wondering how she could accommodate such a fat cock. His huge swinging balls slapped along the underside of that fat dick with each stroke, also tapping along Alisa’s sweet bottom. His grip on her ankles held her wide, she had to be, for his organ appeared fully distended, the veins bulged, as the lips of her pussy were folded. in and out. upon each thrust of his thick dick.

She came often, she came hard, as Wendell worked that fat stick with a vengeance. His size so great, that three plus inches remained outside her reach. He began to choke her, his grip on her neck so tight, her hands come up to his wrists, as he kept it up, she pounded the bed with one hand, I could see her eyes bulge. She appeared ready to pass out …

He released his grip from around her neck, her mind spinning from lack of oxygen, but as he pulled free, clearly close to cumming, he hurriedly pulled her off the bed, nearly spilling her onto the floor, so she could kneel before him, unsteady, gasping for air, as he slapped her hands away, and finished himself off, shooting a huge load that soaked her face, as she accepted each sloppy wet pulse.

Eyes closed, tongue out, her fingers gathered the growing mess and brought it to her mouth, until he came forward, as she opened wide, accepting the still spurting tool into her mouth. Her cheeks like that of a chipmunk, spread wide by the enormous belching head. Her lips stretched and extended to near breaking, as he milked that fucking thing with both hands.

 

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With an audible ‘pop’, he pulled free from the suction of Alisa’s mouth, as her eyes opened, as she took the straining pussy hammer into her little hands. Studying, admiring, absorbing everything she could from the moment, as she savored that fat long dick. Slow strokes, from just under the head to the super thick base. Covered in his load, she tongued around the head, and licked along the tremendous length, administering to the huge cut dick. Inch after solid fat inch, her fingers at least two inches apart, his dick so heavy, it must weigh at least two or three pounds.

I could imagine her surprise the first time she saw him jerking off to her image, calling out her name, as he admired his hulking mammoth dick. As she discovered, the true depths of her whorish, love affair with the biggest of dicks, and the improbable luck, that one was living next door. One that could exceed ten solid inches, with a birth girth stretch that made her whole.

I was the third wheel, I clearly didn’t belong, as Alisa continued to prod the biggest of cocks towards another gut-wrenching orgasm. She never licked my balls, but she did his. She never liked giving me head, but she attacked that fat dick, ingesting over half of the fucking thing, her throat bulging, eyes tearing, as he grabbed the back of her head, holding her there, as her hands came up, she couldn’t breathe, but he slapped away her hands, continuing to choke her with his mammoth hard dick, until he pulled free, as she gasped for air, her chest heaving, hands on her knees, as he held it out to her, as she gratefully took the fat dick down her throat again and again, her only wish … to please him.

He must be close, she can no longer accommodate him in her mouth, her reward was soon in coming, as he lathered her in another load. I could never cum like that. There was this skinny, no nothing shit, prodding his fat dick into her face again, lathering her, drenching her, until it dripped down from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, cascading onto the floor. There was no clearer end, nor any doubts, he simply owned her, he always would. I felt relieved in a way, since no man could please this size queen as he could. No one could come close.

“You see that don’t you? That’s respect. I tear that shit up! I got the fucking meat, the size, and the attitude. Bigger is better. It always was, always will be. Don’t be fooled by those saying average is okay … average is average … it’s everywhere, but this? This is a dick, a fucking meat cannon, it destroys ‘average’, it separates the men from the boys.” Said Wendell, with such arrogance and disdain.

His huge dick, had cum twice, yet remained full hard, as he showed me, and Alisa, just how powerful he was. He moved the show back to the bed. Fucked her senseless for another half hour, until she was a wasted rag doll. He fucking nuked her. I wasn’t able to cum anymore. I had been jerking off the entire time. I was dry.

Watching Wendell’s fatty rip through Alisa was natural, it was supposed to be this way. The bigger buck gets the doe’s, his dominance unquestioned. He sometimes enjoyed looking my way, as he pulled back his hammer, until only the head lay inside Alisa, watching my reaction as he slowly drove his fat dick into her until she could take no more. He loved it when I ‘winced’, as I witnessed his fat dick rip into my pliant, willing wife. The huge head hit bottom, she was ‘full’, filled, torn, I found it so confusing how she could accommodate the hellish thing. How she responded, as inch after inch of his fat dick spread her wide.

Her whole body trembled in some strange, heretofore, unknown manner to me. A blasted from her senses reaction, that I had never witnessed before nor since. An out of control spasming, in an orgasm so hard, she moaned endlessly from the intensity. Her body jerking like a man’s might when he cums, she was making a sound I couldn’t place, until it hit me … she was purring like a kitten, completely blasted from his completely massive fat prick, until she lay limp. Chest heaving, with occasional little jolts, and spasms, until she finally came to rest. He towered over us both, his huge dick flexing, ready to pounce. Alisa was fucked into submission. No wonder she was gaga over him. If she had shown any signs of ‘life’, he would’ve kept going. He was more than able, his fat stick primed and ready.

I never fully realized how small I really was, not until now, at this very moment, did I fully comprehend the historic scope, import, and true horror of his tremendous mouthwatering size. My soon to be ex wife is a size queen, she has found her undisputed king.

He held a sick smile, as he left the end of the bed, his huge hammer, drenched in Alisa’s fluids, was flush with ‘rage’. He looked my way; my eyes couldn’t leave his giant dick. He approached, and held it aloft, giving me an unforgettable look down it’s length, from the still straining head, his huge piss slit, still leaking the last of his load, dribbled long strands of cum. Past the head, down the twisted fat length, riddled with bulging veins, towards his shaved pubes. The journey, a long one, since his organ was so huge, so unforgiving.

He taunted me with it, using long slow strokes, the skin drawn tight from the sheer enormity of his fully engorged dick. He began to laugh, releasing the gargantuan organ. It slapped loudly against his skinny thigh. His laughing, turned to a sinister giggle, so completely domineering, as he walked away, down the hall, I heard the back door open, and the sprung screen door slap shut. I watched his tall, skinny, naked body, as he walked to the door in the fence, into his backyard, then into his home, the entire time, I had kept my eyes on the prize.

His huge swinging meat stick, over ten inches of fat succulent dick. I wanted it for my own, as I eventually turned my attention to the bed, and saw the devastated body of my Alisa. Ripped from the conscious world, her body adjusting back to normal, after having been plundered by a completely huge dick, she had fallen into the soundest of sleeps. A sleep I wish I could have, but I can’t sleep … not after witnessing what a monster dick could do.

I am haunted by it … his laughter, his unforgiving, soulless laughter, and the endless, gargantuan prick, that had ripped away my woman, and left me … frustrated, confused, and empty. One might think she would tire of it, but on the contrary, she wanted it all the more. I know this … I’ve seen it, this is not the worst of addictions, but for me, I have no recourse, nor cure. Alisa surely doesn’t want to be ‘cured’ … I’m left with her weakly calling out his name, my cock spent. I look down upon my own cock in disgust, I’m a mere fraction of Wendell’s giant dick, I doubt Alisa would even feel me … this is my life now.

 

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Outstanding work.

 

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Amazing story! Checkin is THE Man! Alisa is a true dedicated size Queen!

 

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Into the Night

That night, Alisa slept down the hall from me. I vividly remember the next day, Monday, for in the morning, as Alisa began to leave the house for her morning run/fuck, she stopped in the middle of our sidewalk, and took in the two police officers standing on the porch of Wendell’s home, where it turned out, they were performing a wellness check on Wendell’s parents.

Wendell explained it away as a misunderstanding. He laid pipe into Alisa frequently over Monday into Tuesday, a size queens dream of a near endless fuck appaloosa. She spent Tuesday evening in my home, it was no longer her home in my opinion, but she was so exhausted, and needed a break. Wendell hit the Viagra heavily, and her harder those two days. It was early on Wednesday, as Alisa made my breakfast when the police showed up a second time, and this time, they had a warrant.

We watched from inside our home, as we saw officers, many of them, converge upon Wendel’s home from all sides. Alisa watched from the front living room, pacing the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as they handcuffed Wendell on his front porch, and placed Wendell into a squad car. Not knowing the reason, clueless to why, or how, Alisa paced the floor, repeatedly asking me ‘Why are they doing this?’ I had no idea, nor did I care, I was happy to see the big dicked skinny shit taken into custody, for whatever the reason.

Both of us were stunned further, when police detectives rang our bell. I stood behind her, balancing myself with my cane, as they asked her to come downtown for some questioning. They didn’t want, nor expect me to travel, so a detective stayed with me, read me my rights, they knew of my condition, and wanted me to answer some questions. I refused legal consul; I didn’t have anything to worry about.

It’s hard enough having your wife cheat on you. It’s harder still, to explain why she was doing this, whilst including the vastly oversized penis my neighbor possessed, and how he had her on a steady diet of his huge dick for almost two weeks. The detective wrote down my statement, I had nothing to hide, though I wanted to. I understood why Wendell was in my bedroom in the middle of the night. Why he stated … “Just be good to her.” He knew the jig was up, that it was only a matter of time, and he intended to let it run its course. He had never known better, the minutes, hours and days with Alisa were all he lived for, the best moments of his life.

What happened? Well, Wendell did have different sides to him. One murderous, for when his affair with my wife started, there were a couple of things in the way. You might think, that I was one of the things that might come between the two lovers, but I was already cast aside; it was already proven; I wasn’t a worthy threat.

Sadly, I knew that as well, his size dwarfed mine, and my wife had found her true size queen yearnings. Whatever feelings she had for me, be it as a friend or lover, were long dead within Alisa. Was it the first time she saw him jerking off to her? Or the initial feeling of being stretched, and prodded beyond anything she had ever thought possible? But what could lead Wendell to murder his parents? We didn’t have to wait long to find the answer.

It was 8 days after Wendell’s arrest, when Alisa, still living with me, called the police. She wanted to discuss the case against Wendell, to know the truth of what happened, she couldn’t believe Wendell murdered his parents. Both were so nice and outgoing; Wendell wasn’t capable of something like this, it simply didn’t make sense to her. Like me, she distrusted the reports in the papers, and we were hounded by the local press for any info.

The lead investigator, Detective Reynolds, came to our home that afternoon, though he was under no obligation to do so, as Alisa asked for the details of what actually happened. The detective was sympathetic, though I don’t know why, as he eventually agreed. Beautiful women tend to get what they want, as I guessed that this must be holding true in this instance.

Detective Reynolds confided the police had learned from the autopsies, and from Wendell’s description of the events, what transpired late one evening, when his parents came home after their trip to visit Wendell’s uncle was cut short. It was near 11:30 PM when Wendell met them outside the house just off the back porch. He was livid, they promised him another seven days. Seven days. And now, his ‘play time’ was suddenly over.

It took six stairs, six steps, to reach their back porch, as Wendell neared panic. He saw his time with Alisa being cut short, or cut out altogether. It’s not like he could just pop over for a fuck. He knew I would probably call his parents, and put an end to this shit. As for his parents, they had called him before, informing him they were staying an extra week, to ten days, but changed their minds, and came back after only three, completely unexpected for Wendell, he was infuriated, and told them to leave, that he had ‘plans’ with a girl, and that they would be in the way.

I mention those six stairs, since that’s where it happened. The physical confrontation, that ended his mother’s life almost instantly. Angry, and put off at their sons’ attitude, questioning who this ‘girl’ was, tired from their drive, his father reached the top of the porch, and set down their luggage at the edge of the stairs. If he had left the luggage anywhere else, nothing probably would’ve happened, but according to Wendell, his father would not listen, they didn’t understand, this was so out of character for Wendell, he had never acted out before, but then again, he had never been in ‘love’ before, he always held in his feelings, and this was not a good combination.

Wendell’s frustration was boiling over, when his father, Ethan, placed his hand upon Wendell, shoving him towards the house, Wendell pushed his father back even harder, and straight into his mother, whom promptly fell straight backwards, tripping over their luggage, her head hitting squarely on the edge of the last step, denting her skull, and causing an immediate heart attack. It was an accident. The injury fatal, as Ethan went to the bottom of the staircase to tend to his wife.

Ethan immediately blamed Wendell, and Wendell, quickly realized his time with the love of his life was slipping away. Ethan was yelling for Wendell to return to the house and call for help, but both men knew she was gone, for her life’s blood was puddling from underneath her head. Wendell had to make a choice. As his father attempted to stop the bleeding, Wendell came down those steps to secure a life with Alisa, even if it was for only a short time, as he began to choke his stunned, grieving father. The autopsy’s revealed these facts quite clearly.

It showed the cause of death to his mother occurred when hitting the very step that Wendell pointed out, and the crushed larynx of his father came from being choked. It all added up, the police psychiatrists understanding of the crime, and the assailant, fit the pieces of the puzzle. It was pretty cut and dried, and as the detective finished his explanation, it hit Alisa pretty clearly. Though obsessed, and disturbed, Wendell killed his father, in order to save his relationship with Alisa. In short, he had chosen her, over his own father.

I’m unclear as to how both Alisa and I missed the late-night event. Most likely, she was sleeping in the front of the house, the farthest away from the Williams back porch. I was in our master bedroom, but quite possibly, I had the windows closed, and was sound asleep in the chair. It was around that time, that I sometimes ran a floor fan for white noise to help me sleep. That chair was only place where I could get solid shut eye.

Some days later, after she was out of the house, and I continued to read the papers about this event, I understood, quite clearly, that the pair would one day reunite. That she would find this a turn on.

The police were fairly certain, that neither Alisa, nor I, had a clue about the murders. I felt for Wendell’s parents, but not for my soon to be ex-wife. She was only useful to help keep the house, and feed me. She was barely a companion at this point. The best part, that the upcoming settlement for my injuries was all mine. She wouldn’t get a cent. Wendell’s arrest placed her into shambles, a complete emotional mess. I wish I had a tenth of the regard, and esteem she held him in, she was despondent, inconsolable.

The day of his arrest. She came home some six hours later after her interrogation, devastated, quickly running upstairs to shower away the filth of having been with a murderer. Crying at her loss, and the senseless killings of Wendell’s parents at his hands. Such nice people, such a disturbed son, such a cheating huge cock whore of a wife. All this, so needless, empty. His parents were in the basement of the house the whole time, rotting in plastic bags, boxed, awaiting the slow arm of justice.

It's been weeks, nine to be exact, since Wendell’s arrest. I’m a little better, I’m not allowed to drive, Alisa is gone, living with a girlfriend. My day in court to finalize my settlement just completed. I was driven home by Edward, the assistant to my lead attorney, I stopped on the sidewalk outside my home, to look at the boarded-up home where Wendell once lived, police tape still in place. I made my way into an empty house. No Alisa, no Wendell, no press, no police, all was quiet. I sat down in the kitchen, thinking back to the day of the accident. How it forever changed my life. How I would trade my 1.5 million settlement for the life I had with Alisa. Even after all she had done, I couldn’t stop loving her. I guess I’m a sap, but she was my first love, her body fell straight from heaven, I’m guessing her soul didn’t make that same leap.

I imagine that skinny Wendell will be someone’s bitch in prison. Getting fucked in the ass, his huge prick being tended to by men. It reminded me of one of the few things he said to me before my accident that stuck with me … how much he ‘hated fucking homo’s’. I hope he’s enjoying a steady diet of prison dick. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

Motherfucker.

 

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The Seeds You Lay

Well, if you’ve been reading along, the events I chronicled, occurred almost six years ago. You could say, I’m still a little bitter. It’s old news to the world, long forgotten, our infamous 15 minutes over, but I’m one of the few that’s been keeping up. I live those painful memories every fucking day. I haven’t seen my ex, Alisa, since the divorce was final. We’ve spoken once, when she called me to see how I was doing, that was around two years ago. I sold our home, split the money down the middle with Alisa, but my injury settlement is all mine.

I’ve dated since then, and live with a younger woman. She wants us to be married, but me, I’m still reeling from what occurred those years ago. My return to the written page, is the result of a hearing. Of the possible parole, of one … Wendell, Ronald, Williams.

It was almost six years ago that he was arrested for the murder of his parents, he never made it to court, or at least a jury trial. The DA, attorneys, and judge came to an agreement, and bingo, living in a state with lax laws, you bear the fruit, and Wendell is coming up for parole. One murder charge, one involuntary manslaughter charge, and Mr. Huge Dick, is already up for parole. What a farce.

I think of Alisa and Wendell most every day. I’m still haunted by his massive dong. I’ve never felt the same about myself. An awareness, a near constant tug of inadequacy. Unthinkable, until I witnessed the giant prick Wendell thrust into our life, forever changing the course of mine, and many other lives. I admit, I still jerk off to the spellbinding images of it. I had never done so before, never found a man attractive, but Wendell’s dick? I can’t help reliving those times when he fucked the hell out of Alisa and Mindy together with that fucking massive tool of his. If the thing were ugly, I probably wouldn’t, but the size and beauty were simply amazing. My cock swells even now in honor of his giant dick.

He’s been a model prisoner, a first-time offender, a crime of passion, from one considered … ‘disturbed’. A shut in. Emotionally disconnected from reality. As for me, I could care less, but it’s not myself, or Alisa I’m worried about. It’s Alisa’s new man, a rather independently wealthy man, whom apparently didn’t do his homework. Since I became aware that he doesn’t know of Alisa’s past.

I keep tabs on one, Wendell Ronald Williams. He went into prison just prior to his twenty first birthday, weighing in at 145 pounds, height, six foot two. I’m guessing he is probably legend within those walls. He lusted for my wife while her neighbor, and I’m sure he lusts for her now. He’s been waiting five years, and after what he did to me, and to Alisa, I’m sure he’ll be looking for her again. I have no doubt.

I found her new beau, and admired the digs. Three story turn of the century brownstone, right downtown. Estimated worth of the property, one point four million. He’s done well, so has Alisa. I parked just down the street. I saw her bounding down the steps to leave for one of her runs. Some things never change, she sure didn’t, she looked fabulous. Still turning heads, and probably causing her share of accidents from distracted drivers, as she bounces down to the city parks, and sidewalks on her daily runs.

It’s a Saturday, and next week, Wednesday, is Wendell’s parole board hearing. The odds are great he will be released upon the world. I leave my car behind, most of my ills from the accident of almost six years ago have slowly disappeared.

I approach a total stranger, with an even stranger story. I hope I am wrong, that he knows of Alisa’s past, that he has a prenup, and the overly endowed monster that could be, and will probably be, unleashed upon the world next week. I regret not acting sooner, but maybe, just maybe, he does know, and maybe I got it wrong. But I know how heartless she was with me, and I can still vividly remember her bouncing up and down upon Wendell’s gargantuan prick. My new ‘friend’, is in for a rude awakening.

My first love burned me, but good, and choose a skinny geek with a mammoth cock over love. Or maybe, I was just delusional enough to think she cared, and maybe, just maybe, our love died before Wendell’s entry into our lives, only I wasn’t aware of it, her beauty shielding, and blinding me from the truth.

I started the timer on my iPhone, I figured her runs were of at least 30 minutes, and I’m wasting time.

I approached the brownstone and knocked, as a middle-aged man wearing glasses quizzically looked out to me. I wondered if he recognized me from some pictures, but he appeared clueless, Alisa, probably never shared any pictures of us together with him. Our five years of marriage, long forgotten. They never happened.

“Yes? Can I help you?” He asked, looking over his glasses. The door barely open.

“Um, I’m Michael Jensen, you may have heard of me.” I replied. As he shook his head ‘no’.

“Sorry not ringing a bell.” He replied, a small puzzled smile upon his face, but I turned that smile upside down really fast.

“Oh … well … I’m Alisa’s first husband, we divorced, a little over five years ago. We should talk.” I replied, as his shoulders dropped.

“She was never married before.” he replied, so sure of himself, his grip on the door stronger, his foot at it’s base to stop me from forcing it open, as I reached for my wallet. Don’t ask me why, but a picture of us together from seven years ago was still inside. I held it up. He squinted, and opened the door. Time for truths, and yes, if I’m telling truths, I still love the crazy bitch that left me for a huge fat ten-inch salami, and I keep her picture with me always. Once a sucker, always a sucker.

“Can I see that again?” He asked in the entryway, studying the picture closely, probably wondering if it was photoshopped, his reappraisal assured him the picture was real, adding ... “I’m Robert, my friends call me Bob.” As he understood the significance, sure enough, her ring finger showed both rings, and that was her, little had changed about our little health nut. Still slim, busty, and hot as ever.

“Well Michael, this is a surprise, and an unwelcome one. I had no idea. Five years you say?” He replied offering me a seat in his well-appointed home.

“What happened, why the divorce?” He asked, as I explained in some detail, the horrific events of the past. He understood why she never spoke of me, or of Wendell, but what did it have to do with current events? Why now? Why come forward?

“I’m here since Wendell Williams is up for parole, and will more than likely be released after his parole board meeting this coming Wednesday.” I replied, as he asked if I wanted a drink. I checked my watch. To be safe, we probably had a window of 20 to 25 minutes before Alisa would return. At this point, I didn’t tell Bob everything, leaving out Wendell’s rather prodigious, completely threatening endowment. Since Bob, clearly had money, looks, and probably a big cock, but in the end, I guessed it wouldn’t be nearly enough.

“Is he a danger? Violent? I mean, why did you wait so long to come to us? Should we be worried.” Asked Bob, as I sat back, for he saw himself and Alisa as a ‘we’, while I knew better, for Wendell’s massive organ could rip her from Bob’s life quicker than a dropped coin hits the pavement. As I contemplated my next course of action.

 

[checkin]

“Bob … I mentioned Wendell’s obsession with Alisa, but I left something out. Wendell is hung, as in … his penis is enormous, actually beyond enormous. Alisa craved, no … a better word would be … loved, lived for … what it felt like to be taken by him. He rearranged her wiring. She was a different person under him. He fucked Alisa in front of me numerous times, to show his dominance, and I was helpless to stop him.”

“I was married to Alisa, and she cast me aside for Wendell’s huge dick as if our five years of marriage meant nothing. You may rich, handsome, and packing a big one. But I do know this, that Wendell is packing a much larger cock, bigger than you can believe, and probably vastly larger than the both of us put together, and neither your money, looks, nor advantages stand a chance. He killed his parents for her, well, technically, he killed his father, his mother was an accident, but that’s neither here nor there. She left me for his giant cock. She’s crazy when it comes to his dick. In a way, they were made for each other. All they did was fuck.” I replied, as Bob, once pacing the room, had to sit down. He was shaken. His eyes darted back and forth, to his watch, doing the math, wondering if she would suddenly come home.

“Surely, it can’t be that simple. There had to be other extemporizing circumstances. It couldn’t be that simple … his ‘penis’? There is the cerebral, the pulse of the heart, the soul, plus all the facets and factors that come with love.” Replied Bob, so sure of his bond with Alisa, trying to assure himself that this will be alright, that his money, looks, and the ‘cerebral’ would hold Alisa in check.

“Bob, I should add, that all of this accessible on the internet. A simple Google search will reveal much of what I’ve told you. I’m sure Alisa will be named ‘Jensen’ under the searches, not her maiden name, ‘Sezlenski’. That’s right, she’s a polish princess, her family roots are near the Czechoslovakian, Polish border. But be warned, I’ve had first person interaction with them when they were together. You have no idea. You’re a smart man, doubtless, you probably thought you did your homework. But Wendell, he was a stick figure, six foot two of nothing, skinny, nerdy shitfaced ass wipe, he weighed 145 pounds at his arrest at age 20. He’s been in prison for five years, and I have to tell you this. I know him, he had one hobby in prison that I’m sure of, dreaming of finding Alisa, and pounding her senseless.”

“Wendell is like crack to Alisa. One toke, and she’s addicted. His return into her life will start that addiction all over again. She knows what he’ll do to be with her. He killed to be with her before. He fucked her better than any man ever could, and that’s her weakness. She’s forgiven him. I know she has. Watch your back, if you haven’t already, set up some cameras, get some security, and watch for the release of Wendell Ronald Williams. You have no idea … you’ll thank me later. I should go, but know this. I’ve seen his cock, seen it measured, it’s over ten inches long, and it’s extremely thick. The fucking thing is epic. I don’t want her to see me. It’s time for me to leave.” I never had a more rapt, nor attentive audience in my life, his face dropped in shock at the dimensions I quoted. I planted a seed. It’s up to him now.

“Thanks Michael … I’m genuinely concerned. But I’m not sold on all this, still … I have to compose myself; she’ll be home within five or ten minutes. You’re right, I doubt she should see you. Please, accept my thanks. Can I have your number?” He replied, as we traded digits, and I quickly departed. I made it to my car in plenty of time. He had roughly 7 minutes to calm himself, as I saw her approach, cooldown, then enter into their brownstone, it was up to him now.

True to form, the state released one, Wendell, Ronald, Williams on Friday, after ‘extensive’ review of his prison record. What a joke. He would live in a half-way house, and was required to be in at 7PM each night, unable to leave until 7AM for the first six months. His parole required he stay away from anyone involved with the incident for an additional three years. I discovered where he would be staying, and I waited outside in my car, I wanted to see him, must see him.

One might expect the years to be hard behind bars. Not to Wendell. I had to look twice, and a third time, to confirm that it was him. This wasn’t the same ‘kid’. He was huge, cut, easily over 200 lbs., probably 220 to 230 pounds, his arms were massive, and the pants he was wearing were having trouble hiding the enormous hanging prick I so vividly remembered. Muscled up, he looked nothing like the skinny fuck from before. He looked much better, so healthy, strong, his face chiseled, he purposely stayed outside on the sidewalk, walking in at exactly 6:59PM just one minute before he was due inside. Cherishing every second of his new found freedom.

From Bob’s perspective, he greeted Alisa shortly after I left, she asked if he was okay, since he seemed ‘off’. He assured her he was fine, but went to his iPad the second she hit the shower after her run. He read the ‘old’ news, that was all new to him. He pondered what might have happened, the unthinkable, for he had paid for a private investigation firm to go over her past. This wasn’t missed, this was clearly a purposeful omission. But why? Did some hack investigator trade off this omission for sex? For money? He simmered, and stewed, and as Monday approached, he took Alisa on a hop to New York, so their place could have camera’s installed. Camera’s only he would know about. Bob was rich, handsome, and well equipped, but like me, not nearly as large as what I knew from personal experience what Wendell was packing.

Nothing … not anything suspect, nor untoward. For two months nothing happened, the following months went by, and nothing changed. Bob was used to the routine of finding nothing. He hired private investigators, and had current pictures of Wendell. Like me, he had to be concerned by Wendell’s new body, and the pictures that had shown just how freakishly huge his cock could become.

 

[checkin]

Alisa was followed, nothing, not one thing out of the ordinary. Bob was disturbed that Wendell was so close by. He knew exactly what to look for, the pictures also revealed the very thing I had cautioned him about. Even without the pictures, Bob felt threatened. Wendell was carrying a fire hose, and the picture of him wearing a muscle shirt, revealed the body of a cut lifter. He was turning heads wherever he went. To be sure, I had to reevaluate what Wendell had been doing in prison, job one, lust for Alisa, job two … become a workout freak. To Bob’s mild relief, his new private investigator told of Wendell’s job at a hardware chain, and that he never missed work, nor did he try to find, nor contact Alisa, at least, as far as they could determine.

In fact, the PI firm had three of their people interact with Wendell, and he was pleasant, helpful, and showing no ill effects from being in prison. The guy barely looked at attractive women, or men. He seemed focused, on work, and bettering himself. He even worked at the food pantry, handing out food and supplies to the less fortunate, spending roughly six to eight hours a week there, more importantly, it wasn’t a condition of his parole, he did so completely on his own. Maybe he did so for appearances, and by all standards, he appeared to be a gentle giant.

His ankle bracelet tracked every his every move. His travels were work, grocery store, home, food pantry. His life in his apartment, workouts, strenuous, one of the private eyes got an eyeful from his third-floor perch across the street, he took numerous pictures of the hideously endowed monster working out, and more importantly, jerking off his ungodly huge dick. I doubt the investigator could resist pulling one off, watching as Wendell beat his beast dick into a size best reserved for horses.

As it happened. The pictures made the rounds at the office, none of them had ever thought a man could be so well equipped. For Robert, his hands shook as he looked at the huge punishing horse cock that Wendell beat to an astounding size, even from 50 feet away, it was clearly gargantuan, bigger than any he had ever seen, nor could realistically expect a human body to maintain. As for Wendell? … He was a model citizen.

Having saved his money, Wendell sailed through the first six months of his parole. Never a minute late to work, never an ounce of trouble. As expected, he was released from his strict parole, and found a cheap place downtown, in a rather sketchy neighborhood, near where he worked. His ankle device removed.

He was free, all was well, with one exception, his search for Alisa began that very first day. He had no idea how close she was. Only a five-minute drive downtown, to an upscale neighborhood. I called it. Nailed it completely, now … is the time to worry. I cautioned Bob about this time, this critical time when Wendell was completely on his own.

One might consider that Alisa was a lady in waiting, but Bob had her followed, her phone was open to him, since he knew her access code, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing going on from her end. Nor did she have a second phone, nor appear to be using their PC to look for, nor inquire about Wendell’s status with the state penal authorities.

As for Wendell. It didn’t take long. A few simple searches, found the smiling bride. His name: Robert Lake Stevens. Address: Just a stone’s throw away. Wendell’s search took all of 3 minutes. He hadn’t searched for her before, he knew the consequences, and that if he found her, his ‘drug’, that he would surely go to her, just to catch a glimpse, but that ever-present ankle bracelet might give him away. Something he couldn’t abide. It pained him, but he waited until freed from the hellish device.

Wendell stared at the image of the love of his life, and stayed at the internet café transfixed on her image. Besides, he couldn’t get up. It was gross, he adjusted himself just as a young man across the way, spied the enormous nearly fully erect organ along Wendell’s leg. It went further than normal, much further, it couldn’t be real, no one is hung like that, nor so thick.

He probably wondered … ‘maybe it’s a kind of colostomy bag?’ he raised his head to look into the maw of the man whom carried such an imposing, earth shattering organ. Just like his mighty prick, he was huge, his chest massive, his arms thick with bulging veins. His worn jeans held an enormous ominous warning inside them. His eyes locked with the eyes of the ‘monster’, whom gave the little guy a wink, which instantly sent him scampering away.

Wendell sat at that screen, staring into the eyes of the beautiful bride. He looked at her husband, studying him, examining where his bulge should be. He knew immediately, that there was nothing there to threaten his dominance, as if anyone could begin to match, nor challenge his enormous organ. He barely heard the young waitress over his right shoulder ask a second time, if he wanted a refill. He replied “Please.” She didn’t move right away, and it caught Wendell’s attention, looking up towards her, he saw her wide eyes, for she saw the huge prick from between his legs, the thickness alone was astounding, the bulge of his big balls, and how the fat shaft snaked underneath the small table.

He could’ve had her, most any woman, but the woman he wanted was looking back at him on the screen. He had committed the address to memory. There was never any doubt, he would die trying to find her. To be with her, and her alone. He had waited over five years; he could wait another couple of weeks.

With the little ‘free’ money he had, he purchased a nice suit, and outer wear, he had a manicure and pedicure, refined his dew. He manscaped. So thankful, he had been fine-tuning his body, diving into a ‘cut’ diet three months ago, that would bring out all the added muscle and cuts he had procured through arduous workouts while imprisoned. He had gone from 145 lbs. to 235 lbs. All muscle, all added over 5 years behind bars. No baby fat, nothing like he was. He was a muscled cut beast, endowed with a massive prick, one so long, thick and heavy, that he never worried about anything, except one, not being with Alisa.

 

[B_er]

Interesting, the story change a lot, i'm curious about what will happen

 

[amazzzed2]

Very interesting change of events!
Still a great story.

 

[suckmachine]

ON the edge of my seat with excitement to find out what Wendell will do with his Monster dick... I know Alicia is waiting, hopelessly addicted...ha ...me too!

 

[fireman1294]

Wow I didn’t see that final twist, if Wendel grew in muscles I wonder if his cock has gotten bigger as well.