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Anne left Micky’s and headed home, she should be done for the day, but she had one more stop. It seems Kent and Micky weren’t enough. She was lusting for bigger, for better. Craig’s improper, and illegal set up at Winslow’s home still worked perfectly. It was Anne’s third man of the day, each one bigger than the last, and for the first time, we would finally see Winslow’s soft cock.

I was aghast at the heft of it, astonished they didn’t have him separately shower, away from the other students. While Micky’s softy is extremely large, Winslow’s soft hog is completely emasculating.

There would no pool playing, nor drawn out seduction. Anne was there to fuck, as I let out a sigh of relief that they chose the back of Winslow’s home to do their dirty business. I would not be disappointed. Lucky are we, that we will witness Winslow’s cock from flaccid to surreal full erection. He is both longer and thicker than Micky, and we are about to see by just how much.

The ‘give’, the totality of what you first see of Winslow’s soft cock is completely riveting. He must approach seven inches, and is easily six or more inches thick. His soft dick is already far above average for a normal man’s erect cock. I am no match, clearly not up to task, even when he is soft. No wonder he was ‘feared’ in school. Winslow is packing from the word ‘go’.

Anne and Winslow consummated this evening in the very room we had seen them previously, only this time, I was blessed to see Winslow’s hammer grow from scratch, and the growth, was other worldly.

After being with Kent, then Micky’s ‘perfect’ penis, it appeared that Winslow was simply packing too much meat, but we underestimated Anne’s desire, and deep, unending, and unnerving need for even longer, and fatter meat, and Winslow, was well equipped to be just that man.

It hung invitingly over his big solid balls, swaying with each step. Uncircumcised, the head peeked out from the folds of skin that covered his monstrous organ. In this state, it already appeared surreal. I doubt Craig nor I could understand how he must feel, packing such a beautiful, and massive flaccid cock, that dwarfs all whom cross his path. Anne’s nipples were already straining, as she put her hair in a bun, a task so simple, yet so enticing in its own right, for it would give us a perfect view of Winslow’s soon to be bursting solid prick.

He sat back upon the couch as Anne knelt at his feet, her left hand came in and grasped his astonishingly large softy, it bent in every direction, falling over the back of her hand on the downstrokes, then pulling incredibly far from his body upon each pull upwards, but the girth … while she was able to encircle it, ‘crush it’, to get her hand around it, belied the fact, that his pure potential, was astounding. He didn’t offer any assistance, simply watching his mammoth pole expand in all areas under Anne’s expert tug job, as his huge soft cock grew harder and harder, as both her hands worked the surging tool towards the ceiling. Until Anne’s hands could no longer encircle the constantly climbing monstrous shaft.

From the start, his quickly growing organ required both of Anne’s hands, but now, as it rose higher, and added incredible thickness, both her hands were challenged, as it climbed, effortlessly expanding, easily passing Micky’s cock in length, pressing on with an added inch, and seemingly another, as his fat cock separated Anne’s hands by more than two inches. He appeared to be packing a fucking Pringles can.

While Micky appeared to nearly match Anne’s forearm, Winslow easily bested it, and sickening was the added amounts of girth and length as his mammoth member swelled to full size. I envied Anne’s hands … I suddenly wanted to see and feel the growth of Winslow’s hammer for myself, as her hands pulled, prodded and urged the growing monster prick, in slow motion, up and down, up and down, her eyes glazing over, capitulating, falling under the spell of Winslow’s daunting, now straining erection, easily the size of a mule, as it settled into a disturbing, hellish size.

He arose, so she could sit upon the couch, silently, he turned, his cock hanging much further than Micky’s could ever hope to do, his size incredibly scary and erotic. It swung like a tree limb, as his hands grasped it, and placed its huge head directly into Anne’s face. She’s not talkative, she hypnotized by his gargantuan member, her silence is eerily arousing. Respect, awestruck at the enormity before her. He doesn’t boast, nor push. She is there for this, this ‘thing’, as it strains, terrifyingly oversized.

He moves in closer, holding it against his upper body, against his ripped abs, and much higher, the huge head of his member soars past his navel, and is at his sternum, he appears a foot long from this angle, as Anne begins to worship her king.

Silently honoring his mammoth weapon, his size so great, she appears incapable of handling such a monstrous, silly huge cock as his, but her adoration is measured by the roaming hands, the tireless attention of her mouth and tongue upon his mammoth organ, her actions appear to spur him on, pushing the already huge head further up his hard body. Filling out completely, fully engorged, every moment frozen, as his hammer exceeds Micky’s in a devilish, disturbing, unnatural, hellish fashion.

Gargantuan is his cock, as she loves this monstrous organ, undeniably, she adores Winslow’s grotesque size. While she vocalized, and greatly enjoyed Micky’s huge member, it is Winslow, whom commands her silent, and unflinching sexual attentions. He strokes her face, admires her body, as she heaps love and affection upon his continually leaking mammoth organ.

Precum is flowing from the swollen head in an almost constant stream, as her attentions have had the desired effect of elevating his organ past what must be ten plus inches, so thick, his own arm is dwarfed by the enormity that juts forth, jutting forth, seemingly farther and farther from his hard muscled body.

Anne knows what she has done, and pauses her attentions, to better see what she’s accomplished, her gasp is audible, from the heart, for what she has enraged is frightfully huge, as Winslow’s hands lower the fully engorged member for her to see its totality, as Craig and I see the incredible hang of the now raging monster prick, masquerading as a man’s penis.

He is a mule, it dances too close to his knees, it twists from being so hard and long, and it is fatter than any soda or beer can. She cannot deepthroat a cock this size. It is made for fucking, and even then, it is only for the bravest of the brave.

Her mouth hangs sickly open as she drools, she is imagining what it will feel like when it enters. For as large, and as ‘perfect’ as Micky’s cock appears. For Anne, this is the cock of her dreams, a nightmare to normal women, but to her, it is sick perfection.
 

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Winslow’s hands explore his fantastic size, he’s had days like this before, still, it must amaze her muscled, young teenage stud whom wields it. How astonished he must have felt, growing up, as his huge cock grew bigger and bigger for months on end. Surely, no man could reasonably expect to be this size. But Winslow is a fucking mule, his pride is palpable, and justified, as he admires his monstrous erection. One of his best.

A perfectly honed monster, ready to take, ready to fit where it should not fit. Their silence continues, as Craig and I both witness the endless fat cock possessed by a teenager, a true ‘mule’ dick. Mutant, monstrous, teasing its entry into my girl. He is going to kill her, for the visual is simply impossible.

Her eyes darted back and forth from his, and back to his monstrous swollen prick. It was the quiet before the storm, as he teased the heavy prick over her pussy, and I thought Micky was huge. While Micky will always be huge, this isn’t a normal teenager, a man much older shouldn’t be able to possess a cock as large as this. I praise Craig’s ability to secure this scene to video, as Winston’s mammoth cock begins to enter Anne’s body, her tight tummy quivers under severe anticipation, her pretty head falls to the right, as Winston’s fat cock begins its journey.

Anne is shaved clean, it allows us to witness the crippling girth of Winston’s wide cock fold her body inwards, as he delivers an insurmountable amount of hard cock. His hands take hold of her ankles, as he levers her legs about, as he nears the midway point. The five or so inches that have entered are clearly enough, as Anne begins to buck, she cums quickly, faster than I have ever seen her do. She will require this extra lubrication, for Winslow’s huge prick is inserted still further inside her body, as he twists his hips, and adjusts her legs, pushing them wide. For what will follow, will easily surpass Micky’s large member.

Anne’s reaction is expected, but not the quantity, for Winslow seems determined to attempt to place in ever more of his massive prick. Sickly, I can see the veins bulging along the remaining shaft, for he’s clearly grown. His first withdrawal brings with it, the folds of her pussy, as they slowly release the hellish thing. His first real thrust inside her results in a deep penetration, easily the length of Micky has been inserted, as Anne’s hands come out to stop him. He has hit bottom, clearly, he has more to give, for he is displaying an astounding thickness, with what appears to be two or three inches of solid fat cock, that Anne will never accommodate.

It hit me like a load of bricks. Both Craig and I have seen Micky’s full erect organ, and I have seen him measured. Anne can take all of Micky’s eight plus inches, but here, she falls short by at least two, as Winslow’s gargantuan tool sears through Anne’s body in destructive fashion.

Gone is any caution, her period of adjustment, over, as Winslow’s tool rips into Anne, delivering deep orgasms, brought on by the biggest of cocks. This is the very definition of ‘bigger is better’, as Winslow eclipses Micky’s abilities, well, at least in straight fucking, for Winslow is so big, that entry anywhere else within Anne’s body appears completely impossible. There is a growing stain underneath her, as her body releases generous amounts of fluids to cushion, and lubricate the blow from such a tremendously long, and fat intruder.

I grimace, as his bigger cock worms, and works Anne over. I can’t stand watching her reactions, I am jealous, forlorn, that I couldn’t bring this from her. The whole thing made me feel inadequate. I had to stop the recording, and do something else. But no matter what I tried to do, any attempt to divert my attention was fruitless, I couldn’t help myself. I simply had to return to the video Craig has provided me. I simply must watch the better man, drive home his freakishly huge dick.

While I hovered over the icon, I paused, staring at the screen; my latest Anne video too disturbing to watch. I suddenly remembered Craig telling me that Winslow was on social media. I ended up finding ‘The Cut Mule’ on Reddit, and noticed the number of followers, over one half million. I saw Anne’s body in some of the free pictures that were provided, her face always hidden, then my jaw dropped, not from the heaping praise showered upon Winslow’s huge member, and his cut, muscled body. Nor the sheer number of women whom he had taken. It was something totally unexpected, and unnoticed …

I noticed the number of subscribers, those whom paid him monthly. This fucking hung teenager, is raking in tall cash, for his rate is $8 per month. Doesn’t seem like much, until you do the math. His number of subscriber’s is in excess of 121,000. He’s making nearly one million dollars per fucking month.

The ‘tastes’, teases, and free images he provides as inducement to subscribe are intoxicating. I can only imagine what content he provides for his ‘subscriber only’ pages. Daily shower cams are listed, multiple escapades with both women and men, all of them, servicing his monstrous organ. Craig told me about Winslow’s social networking, but I hadn’t bothered to check until now. He’s not only hung; he’s making fucking bank.

He fucking lives at home. He’s just a fucking 18-year-old kid. This nightmare, gets darker. I can’t compete with his huge dick, and now his fucking wallet bulges from his monstrous fucking organ. I Google ‘The Cut Mule’ with the tag ‘porn star’, and am immediately confronted by hundreds of pictures of his mammoth prick. I find one that shows a ruler atop his fully engorged prick, and I shudder, for it easily passes ten inches. No one, not one single cock can be found to match his masterpiece. I sink into my chair, fully deflated, all hope lost, as I realize that its over. I’ll never get Anne back.

I lost her months ago. Only now, is my delusion ending, only now, does it hit me full force. ‘My girl’ … no longer exists.

I return to the video, it is astonishing, as he pounds and pounds away at her. Incredible is her innate ability to handle his mammoth fat prick as it saws back and forth, how he stays inside her as he pushes and prods her body into position after position. Micky can’t fuck like this, he hasn’t the strength, nor experience. Winslow fucks the life out of Anne, what he is doing would kill an average woman, he’s bottoming out inside her, worming that fat prick around and around. I am exhausted watching Anne’s endless orgasms, but soon find myself numb. I am no longer distraught, I am ambivalent, merely a soulless witness to the superior male, as his fully inflated hammer drives Anne off a sexual cliff.

I find a freedom of sorts. A sadness that is expected, almost welcome. As Anne’s body trembles, her toes scrunch as Winslow delivers a murderous finish. Anne trashes about, cumming so hard, she is mumbling, screaming, and yelping sounds, not words. She can feel him, the images so unforgettable, that I ‘feel’ him as well, as I see him, and see ‘it’ in all its hellish glory.

Winslow’s mammoth cock has been driven towards such an enormity; that I quickly came upon his withdrawal of his mouthwatering monster. Endless, fat, sickly huge beef. Sickly covered in Anne’s many orgasms, his cock never appeared like this before, as it began to jet a huge load, which he lathered upon Anne’s body.

I shudder, my spine tingles to even think of that moment, as his mule dick reached out further, and thicker than I had ever imagined he could. His own hands looked small upon it, as he finished off his mule. Micky, wasn’t in this league, no one is, it’s unfathomable that it had been inside my girl, but who am I kidding … he took her from me long ago, as did Micky.

There was more, but I couldn’t watch it, not on this day. I turned off my PC, and cleaned myself up. I sulked, knowing I never stood a chance. I turned to my window, and looked out at the rising moon. Somewhere, out there, is my girl, but she’s not mine anymore. Only now, am I starting to get it.
 

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Add another to the list. Anne had a number, and an address. Some kid, a couple years out of high school. Nerdy, jobless, his parents had enough of his pot smoking, porn addictions, and endless gaming obsession. Rather than throw him out into the street, they placed their 20-year-old useless wonder into a real shit hole. A tired, run down former roadside motel, that now housed permanent residents, all but him, on the government dole. His parents hoped he would wake up, and grow up, but he was listless, friendless, but never lonely, his ‘friends’ existed in his games, they didn’t bitch nor complain, they appeared at the touch of a button, and if he could, he would live like this forever.

You might wonder how Anne was directed here. Well, that’s simple, her SC buddies. SC standing for Stud Club. One of the girls had tried him out after hearing he was hung, there were never any doubts ascribed to any of the SC members. They were all huge, never fat, nor totally unattractive, they were hung, many of them monstrously. So, when Anne arrived guided by her phone, she had to call her ‘sister’ to confirm that this was the place.

She said ‘Yes, go to room 7’. Anne sat in her car for a while, wondering if she could get a look at this SC member, since he should be awaiting her arrival, at least parting the drapes of his one room run down pad. It reminded her of the Bates Motel, the only thing missing was the towering Victorian home behind this ramshackle dive.

Anne appeared like a hooker might, not in looks, but as someone far too hot to be here, or maybe, she’s simply lost. She’s so out of place, as her eyes travel up and down the front of this run-down place, clearly not what she’s used to. She had doubts, they were well founded, but being a size queen, and out for ‘fresh’ meat, she barely paused.

She was apprehensive, but left her car, and approached room 7, she hesitated, but knocked anyway … “Hello? This is Anne … you’re expecting me.” She called out, instantly regretting she had knocked. She could hear the roar of an Xbox game being played, something she knew from my gaming days, as she faintly heard some kind of reply.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you … could you come to the door?” She asked, as the game suddenly stopped, and she could hear the mumbles and grumbles of a young man, as he approached, unlocking the door, clearly annoyed, that his gaming was being interrupted. Even if it was for the hottest of the hot of the stud club.

“Yeah?” Said Jason, opening the door, the eyes behind his glasses opened wide, his gaze going from top to bottom and back up again in an endless loop. Unlike the other SC women, this one is incredible, many levels above the others. Simple the best piece of ass he’s ever seen. Super fit, super tight. He was told she was hot, the very best, as he was suddenly struck by the dump he lived in, embarrassed by his place, for this girl topped them all. Tanned, slim, cut, with breasts the perfect size. She is the ‘ten’ he’s dreamed of, this … ‘is the girl.’

“Uh yeah, sorry, come on in.” Said Jason, his build slim, unmuscled, devoid of any attractive feature, as Anne wondered if this was the right place.

“You’re Jason right? You know Julie?” Asked Anne, whom had yet to enter his unkept, and rather scary abode.

“Of course … please … please … come in.” Said Jason, as Anne came in, purposely leaving the door open. His one room was exactly someone might expect of a cheap roadside motel, TV, bed, small kitchen all in one, the only other ‘room’ was the bathroom. Sex mags beside the bed, the smell of weed, stale cum, and old pizza made her wince. She thought ‘he better be worth it’ but her first impressions were to run … fast … and far. Only one thing prevented her from bolting.

He hurriedly passed her and shut the door, his eyes seem bothered by the bright light from outside, as Anne stood by, knowing this is a mistake. As he passed, she could tell he had recently bathed, a good sign, if indeed there was one to be found. She felt out of place, and she was, she is used to so much better, even average would be a huge improvement.

“So … how do you want to start?” Asked Jason, anxious, his foreplay was limited to the heavy breathing he had taken on. Eyeing Anne so wickedly, as she thought it better to leave, but there was this nagging thing, the one thing that brought her here. Jason is supposed to be hung, and maybe, just maybe, there is more to the eye, and something wonderous underneath. He sure as hell didn’t have anything else going for him.

“Ummm … could we start by you giving me head?” Asked Jason impatiently, as Anne’s stomach began to turn, as he rubbed his groin, but she thought it best to get it over with, and get the fuck out, besides, what else was there to do with this freak?

“Okay.” Was her retort, as she cleared a spot at his feet. Pushing aside the ‘waste’ that littered the floor. If he was packing, there wasn’t any sign of it, at least not yet. He started to work on his button and zipper, as Anne slapped his hands away …

“No … I’ll get it.” Said Anne, as she undid the button and zipper, and still no sign of anything special. His pants were pulled down, and yet, his underwear showed nothing, his bulge, almost nonexistent. More a little bump, than the impressive bulges she was used to seeing.

“Come on. You’re fucking kidding me. Fuck this.” Said Anne as finished pulling down his shorts, for his cock was barely there at all, compared to the others, a nub, barely three inches, if that. Her hands went to the floor to push herself aloft, to get the fuck out, but there was one problem, he was in the way, as he started to blurt out …

“I get it. I know, I know. But I grow, and I grow a lot. I’m just nervous, and you’re so pretty, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Please … give me a chance, I grow … I grow a lot.” Said Jason, his plaintive cry was met with nothing, his little dinklet was just that, there was no potential, no indication he could begin to reach a size worthy of her, or any woman.

“Let me by.” Said Anne, easily stronger than him, as she reached for her phone. Already pressing Julie’s number, as she prepared to force her way out from this complete mistake.

“Please give me a chance. I know its not much now, but please …” Said Jason, as Julie picked up Anne’s call … her chance to leave only six feet away.

“What the fuck Jewel’s? He’s not hung, I must have the wrong room, or you’re fucking with me. This is not fucking funny!” Said Anne, her blood boiling, for as she spoke, she looked back upon Jason’s little nub, pathetic, completely unworthy, as Julie’s reply remained firm and steady, repeating over and over …
 

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“He’s a grower. A special one. Really special.”

“Anne. He’s a grower. A special one. Really special.”

“Anne, be gentile, he’s still very raw. Trust me. He’s a grower. A special one. Really special.”

Anne stood before him, looking down her nose at him, for she is so wonderous, so beautiful, she actually stunted his growth, as Julie’s calming voice kept saying it over and over, until Anne had to stop her …

“All right. I got it. Fucking shut up!” Said Anne, comforted that Julie was on the line, but tired of the message she kept repeating, as she distrustfully eyed the skinny shit in front of her. She reached in, as a silent Jason felt her slim fingers touch upon his little cock.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m just nervous, I’ve never thought I could ever be in a room with someone like you, nor ever have a chance …” Uttered Jason, as Anne covered his sniveling mouth with her other hand.

“You still there?” Asked Anne, as Julie replied she was, and that she would stay on the line as long as Anne wanted, as Anne put her phone to ‘speaker’.

“Okay. I get it. You’re nervous. So, show me ‘big man’, show me your big cock.” Said Anne, taking a few steps back, as Jason reached in for his pathetic little nub. Maybe three inches long, and that was a big maybe, and yet, nothing happened, his own hand couldn’t prod, nor arouse his little cock, as Julie waited, then broke her silence.

“Anne, if you gave him head, I’m sure he’ll respond, just be ready for a huge surprise. He really loves head, and I know you’re really good, all the guys say you’re the best. Once you get past the obvious distractions, he’ll really surprise you. He’s just nervous, he was a virgin up until a few weeks ago. Just trust me.” Said Jewels, as Anne put her iPhone to speaker …

“Okay. I’m going to give you head, but don’t touch me. Keep your hands to yourself. Got it?” Said Anne, knowing full well, if Jewels was fucking with her, she’d kick Jewels fucking ass.

She took a deep breath, asking to confirm … “You did clean up first right?” Asked Anne, wanting to ensure that he had at least showered, as Jason told her a strong ‘yes’, just 20 minutes before she arrived. Going into endless detail how he cleaned between his toes, his ears, until she had to admonish him to stop. He was giving her a fucking headache.

She took another deep breath, and knelt at his feet, eventually pushed his pubes aside, placing his soft mini into her wet mouth. His pubes irritated her nose, almost bringing a sneeze. Nothing at first, nothing after 15 to 20 seconds, then, there was a stillness in the room, an awareness, as this mini began to inflate, not all at once to be sure, but it soon doubled in size, both in length and girth, most noticeable, was the way it appeared to be growing without a single pause, nor hiccup. Steadily, it began to inflate, puzzling, that it still had significant give, for it should firm up at some point, yet, it kept growing, surprise came to Anne’s eyes, then a questioning, as she began pondering the obvious fact, that it kept growing and growing, her eyes were wide, and wider still, as she had many inches to travel, as it eased deeper and deeper into her throat, and how thick it was becoming.

Jason passed my size with ease, and was still growing, reaching out towards the unthinkable, and incredible, as he approached the delicious dimensions of Micky, her eyes crossed as she continued to throat the constantly inflating member from just under the head to the base, her surprise continued, as the once ‘mini’ became a mighty long, and very thick beast dick, a fucking tree trunk, one that met Julie’s description, as Jason’s blood club deserved to be seen in the open, for Anne’s jaw was hurting, her skills, as amazing as they are, clearly challenged, as she released a sick, nearly nine inches of dripping huge cock spilled free from her mouth. Daggling far between his slim legs. Sure enough, Jason had relaxed, and Julie?

She listened, still there, knowing full well the awe and surprise Anne’s eyes held before her, Julie could hear Anne’s deep breathing, as Jason relaxed, his cock continued to fill out, besting Micky, besting Evan, and settling into a huge mass of mammoth cock, as Anne silently wondered if Jason could best the biggest of them all.

The next words Julie heard made her laugh out loud … “I’ll fucking call you back.” Said Anne, the tone of her voice betrayed the ultimate surprise of meeting the ultimate grower, as Jason carried a new smugness that was unthinkable only a few scant minutes ago. Never. Never, could a man grow so monstrous from such crushingly humble beginnings, but Jason could, and could he ever.

He had to back up, and grasp his sloppy dick with both hands. He pulled it out further, and showed Anne he had more to offer. Winslow had some competition, stiff competition, as Jason let go his mammoth cock, letting Anne take in the entirety of all he possessed, and he possessed plenty.

The skin along it was getting tighter, veins began to show themselves, as his huge prick bent slowly to his right along its entire length. He was thick, ghastly thick, and his length appeared to rival Winslow, if not exceed him. Gone is the ability to throat his swollen member, and gone is her ability to deny the obviously freakish dimensions of Jason’s still inflating masterpiece.

He didn’t simply grow a lot; his growth eclipsed any rational thinking person’s ability to comprehend. He grew towards an unthinkable enormity. Anne was suddenly off balance, as Jason came in, his huge hammer even with Anne’s face, as he brushed it against her stunned expression. For as his groin was at her face, the huge head of his mammoth pecker was bumping against her breasts.

“Again … suck it again pretty one. Suck it again.” He dared utter, as her hands came up trembling, as she aimed Jason’s huge dick at her mouth, as the huge head appeared to flair. She held a monstrous organ, heavy, it’s length and girth, astounding. As she opened wide, the head nearly filling her mouth, as Jason’s huge dick, flexed, and grew. She nearly choked on barely the head alone, having to retreat, coughing, as Jason’s hands reached for the back of her head.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had … now suck … suck my huge dick.” Said Jason, as his hands prodded Anne’s head into place, to once again attempt to throat his inflamed mammoth organ. Once again, she could only take the head before pulling free, gasping for air, only to see that he was even bigger. No wonder she had trouble with him, he surpassed Winslow’s girth, and as her hands weakly grasped his huge cock, she gasped, for he continued to fill out, adding another inch, her hands spreading further apart.

“Holy shit!” Said Anne, as Jason’s gargantuan pole was easily longer than Winslow, and passing Winslow’s girth in incredible fashion, and still, it continued to soar far from his average, and not so attractive body. She held a mythic beast prick, impossibly huge, as Jason’s hammer was further excited by Anne’s heartfelt admission, barely audible admission …

“You’re so fucking huge.” Said Anne, as her hands worked the wonderous slab towards a hardness that equaled any of his well endowed ‘brothers’. Jason was indeed hung, both longer and thicker than Winslow’s huge prick. Well past ten inches, well past anything Anne could imagine. It seemed Winslow had no peer, yet here it hung, menacingly, both longer, and fatter, it took nearly five minutes, until this towering mass of super inflating cock had finally reached its full size. A balloon like extension that defeated the odds, and dwarfed any of her previously known lovers.
 

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She stood as he ordered her to, as he quickly and roughly disrobed her, his huge prick, purposefully bounced against Anne’s tanned thighs. As she gazed down, towards the horrifically sized freak dick. Winslow was her limit, this freak couldn’t begin to enter her fully, surely, he had to know that, as she began to mumble into his ear …

“I can’t. I can’t take it all. You’re too big. You’re too long and fat. I’ve been with huge men before, but none like you. You’re bigger than all of them. Oh my God.” Said Anne in near monotone, her surprise justified, and incredulous that Jason possessed the longest, fattest, and clearly largest cock of any man she had been with since Craig and I had begun on this journey with her, and all from a scant three inches of flaccid dick, barely larger than his thumb.

More disturbing was the hardness. Winslow’s huge dick was unforgiving enough, but Jason? She should scold Julie for not warning her, for Jason’s huge dick deserved warning. Even a size queen has a limit. Anne was about to find hers.

She stood in awe of him, his awkward nature ebbing, but not gone. He’s clearly inexperienced, and the damage he could cause significant. His abysmal surroundings, and inferior body blurred away, as she continued to nervously eye the imposing monstrosity. Winslow was her limit, at least, that’s what Craig and I assumed, as Jason’s enraged member left her fearful, he might have even more in the tank.

He had already grown to an astounding size, both longer and thicker than Winslow, impossible, yet there it hung, insidiously scary, a monument all men and women, could, and should fear, as her role was one of submission. The control had shifted, it was all his, as her imposing ‘nerd’, suddenly reversed roles, as Anne, and all concerned, wondered how he had grown to such an unfathomable, historic size.

“I’m a lot more than you expected, and I’m going to fuck you with it. I know all about Winslow, and how big he is, but I’m bigger, much bigger. Julie, Cindy, Sarah, all of them, told me about him, so you know I’m the biggest, you can see it, and now … you’re going to feel it.” Said the hyper aroused skinny fuck, and he was right. He was proud of it, proud, when they cried out, proud, when their little hands came out to stop him, prouder still, as they came, moaning, and cumming all over his mountainous erection, and prouder still of their surprise, their genuine awe and respect for a cock so large, he could, and did, cause real damage, both physical, and mental.

They once laughed at him, poked fun of his puny soft cock. He endured, since he knew better, it took a chance meeting with one of the Stud Club, that brought him a near endless supply of size queens, and this, was his pièce de résistance. His masterpiece, the final piece of the size queen puzzle, the best for last, since he had taken them all, one by one, until the one he heard was the most beautiful, sexy, and so completely ungodly out of his reach in real life, that she was unattainable, but here she is, in the flesh, and just like the others, completely in awe, and fear of his gargantuan organ.

Anne has been with rough men, tender, thoughtful men, young, and old men whom possessed mouthwatering monstrous tools. She had been a little afraid, she had been weary, she was in the prime of her life, and had taken on all comers, but Jason … Jason’s inflated tool surly beat them all. She thought she must be dreaming, for her dreamlike state continued as she lay back upon his double bed, as she sank back, head up, looking at the endless fat cock that twisted so far, that its head was out of view, hanging menacingly underneath the imposing fat inches of a cock so large, she clenched her pussy, drawing tight her thighs, drawing them inward. Protection … from the beast.

Jason had seen this before. He had them tapping out after only 5 or 6 inches, and a few of the Stud Club, were forced to back out, limited to simply jerking off his mammoth pole, slobbering over his impossibly huge member, until it dripped from huge head to the small balls underneath. For as incredibly large his unit had become, he carried a very average set of balls, which were dwarfed by the completely emasculating monstrosity, that made them all tremble. Anne was no exception. She shook from real fear, a dread anticipation, and the very real possibility, that Jason was packing too much meat.

His approach was slow, he didn’t eat pussy, he hadn’t learned how, he was inexperienced, but he wasn’t concerned with warming her up, nor pleasing her, he simply wanted to show off his mammoth cock, to fuck, to fuck them up, and make them regret any dismissive attitude, or tone they once inferred upon him. He would show ‘them’. He wanted to fuck, and fuck them he did, that was of course, if they allowed him to, and even within the Stud Club, a majority told him ‘No fucking way.’ But not Anne, she rubbed her sloppy pussy, her eyes gaging the silent danger in front of her, for no one should be as long, nor thick, as this skinny shit.

He knew it, for he had been told by them all, he had seen all the proof he required on the internet. It filled him with pride, this, explained his lazy, unmotivated life style. He jerked his gargantuan tool at least four or five times a day, he had seen all the penis surveys, he knew where he stood. He was easily the biggest, and most feared, his huge secret was out, he is the largest equipped man of the Stud Club, and as Anne had begun to realize, the horrific size Jason could achieve was easily going to be the greatest challenge of her sexual life.

The touch alone of the huge head atop her pussy, set her body in motion. Electric, heavy as lead, as he rested the huge slab over her trembling thigh, then pushing it slowly over her body, the huge head leaking a trail of slick precum underneath the ponderous heavy prick the entire way, up until it pointed at her chin, his huge ass punishing dick lay up her shaking body, past where Winslow had gone, until his balls lay at her pussy, as his crushing, huge heavy hammer, lay hotly over her panting form. Never, had one felt this heavy atop her body, nor travelled so far, her arms shook, as she came in to grasp the hellish thing.

“Yeah baby, that’s what a huge one looks like. The biggest one. Feel the heat? Just wait until its inside you.” Said Jason, admiring his jutting prick, as it soared far over Anne’s fit, and shaking body. He was young, inexperienced, and grossly huge, as he began pulling back his solid meat cannon, as Anne began to quake, releasing the gargantuan slab, as a fear laden apprehension filled her to her core. Winslow is easily her biggest, it’s not possible to be bigger, yet Jason is bigger, so much bigger. How could it grow that much? It can’t be real, this must be an illusion, it can’t possibly be real …

Anne’s eyes rolled back into her head as her head pressed back hard into the bed. The rough insertion revealed the insanely thick nature of the invader, and as it forced its way inside, wave after wave seared through her, an orgasm of unspeakable force and depth was building, then suddenly released, as the astounding thickness forced her to accept the strange intruder with newfound stretch.

Anne came as hard as she had with anyone, more from fear than anything else, for Jason was packing more dick than she had ever imagined possible, more disturbing, was the place she was in, the complete surprise, and disbelief that this skinny fuck was bigger than all of them, so much bigger, and he was only getting started.

Like the others, her hands came out. It was too much too soon, as she looked at their union, how incredibly far he had stretched her, easily surpassing her biggest, yet he had barely placed in a third. How smug he appeared, as his huge cock seared into her, and how he kept pushing forward, only stopping to punish her with short strokes, trying to open her up, to force, and nudge in a little bit more, and little bit more, to accept his punishing monster, his cock was so hard it refused to bend, twisting deeply inside her.

His crooked branch left a mark, he stained her, tainted her, as he surely knew that she enjoyed him, really enjoyed him, as his pumping of his mammoth prick continued, speed increasing, the depth greater, the totality of beef inserted would surpass Winslow’s penetrations, and that’s when Anne gradually felt a difference, something is suddenly ‘wrong’, he can’t be? Not now, not while he’s inside me … How???
 

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Anne had taken more of him than any of her predecessors, and found it impossible, that maybe the constant and unusual stretch made it merely seem that way, but as she looked down, she thought it looked bigger, fatter, that what she was feeling was ‘alien’ and unnatural, for just as she feared, Jason’s huge prodding prick was growing, filling out further, becoming more monstrous than just moments before.

It must be an illusion. Her mind told her he must stop, but she couldn’t stop cumming, as a surreal feeling surrounded her, as Jason’s thrusting continued unabated, as his smile grew. Jason was approaching his full size. A crushing monstrosity, Anne was bearing the brunt, of a truly gargantuan organ. One that had suddenly become too large.

It was all her fault, she’s too pretty, too appealing, her beauty so heart stopping, that she had awakened the monster within him, as his cock expanded in both length and girth. It was a size only the bravest of souls knew, nor imagined, but it was Anne, whom was feeling, and experiencing the full force of Jason’s unseemly, and truly gargantuan nature.

Everything blurred, as he prodded the massive dick into her body, her pussy tight, and tighter still, as the mammoth organ drew blood. He had ripped her open, but he hadn’t noticed, not that he would care, nor stop. Anne felt a new sensation, new pain, as the blunt instrument was inserted, she looked through her tears, at their union, how dark, and foreboding he was, his arousal full, as his twisted dick hit bottom …

Anne hurt, yet she came, she couldn’t stop, nor help herself, as the young stud inserted his monstrous cock at a dizzying, and now frenzied pace. Oblivious to the damage he was causing, he was fucking the perfect physical specimen, and she took more than anyone before her, as his own orgasm built to a crescendo, one that filled his horrifically huge cock into a painful monstrosity, as Anne’s wounds opened further, as he came inside her, his cock too large, yet she came with him, as Jason’s loud voice would garner a complaint from his neighbors, their fists pounding his walls, as Anne withered the storm of his fully aroused, and incredibly overly inflated organ’s release shot deeply inside her quivering body.

She wanted to tap out, but she was helpless, she came, and came again, as Jason inserted more hot fat cock sausage into her than any man. Her twilight zone continued for an eternity, until she felt the huge organ withdraw, as Jason released his painful hold over her. Relief, finally he’s stopped, her pussy raw, stretched further than at any time before, as Jason’s huge heavy pole fell free, well past a full foot.

His hands once held her legs wide, as his cock, the biggest she had ever encountered, was pulled aloft with both hands, and placed atop her a second time. She saw her blood upon it, and the impossibly huge head, as it continued to slowly leach his load. It’s full size on sickening display. Painfully large, it laid heavy, long, and fat atop her body. She welcomed his withdrawal, her body relieved the titanic cock had left, but it had left her pussy gaping and sore, and literally torn open, as he began to stand upon the bed, displaying the total enormity he had become.

He eclipsed Winslow’s cock by over two or three inches, his girth was over eight inches just under the head, and the journey from his solid, unforgiving prick as it twisted from right to left, then back to center, and he knew, he was the biggest she would ever see. His girth at the base was over 9 inches, the skin of his shaft had zero give as he straddled her taunt tummy, his mammoth organ easily reached to her quivering chin.

“That’s right. Get a good look … I’m your biggest ever.” Said Jason, proudly brandishing the sickly huge dick that had yet to retreat from its horrifying fully erect state. Anne was bleary, as her hands weakly came in to hold the impossibly long, and incredibly thick shaft. No one of the Stud Club had taken more, yet the final 4 or 5 inches remained dry, her juices, and his, had no chance to cover the vast expanse of his mighty, and completely gargantuan tool.

Jason simply had too much cock to ever be fully inserted. A bullying, punishing length and thickness. Astounding, his size was so much greater than Winslow’s huge member, that Anne was having trouble comprehending what hung before her. Maybe he slipped something into her drink, but she hadn’t eaten, nor taken a drink of anything since she arrived. If it was dream, it was a painful one, her pussy raw from the sickly fat and long gargantuan cock.

Anne would require a long recovery, surely, he was finished, for she clearly was, but Anne would get no such reprieve. Jason would torch her a second time, for this, was his new ‘favorite’, the one they all talked about, the best body, best face, the most capable of handling men of extreme size, the best of them all. So hot and tempting, they all craved to be her, to live in her face and body for just a single day, jealous of her fantastic looks and sensuality.

I’d like to say that Anne resisted him, took her powerful body and looks, and cast him aside for the sake of her sanity and health, but I would be lying, for after today, Anne would never be the same. Jason ripped her into a frenzy, never more exhausted, never more tested, never more scared, thrilled, nor ultimately thankful to leave, for Jason’s size was even more than Anne could take. She had met her biggest, and was thankful he didn’t permanently harm her, but he did leave her a wasted mess, unable to think, nor see clearly. He fucked up a real beauty, and fucked her up bad.

He imagined she would be the best piece of ass he would lay, and he already regretted that she would never be back. And rather she be taken once, and let her go, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take her a second time, the consequences be damned. She was just like the others, he was too much man, too much huge dick. So, he fucked her up but good. His arousal brought his massive tool to an unforgiving hardness. He surprised himself, for he had never been so fully aroused with any of the others, but it was all Anne’s fault, she’s too pretty, from her shiny hair down to her sexy, painted, little feet.

Anne had been with hugely hung men, but it was this unseemly character, that possessed a beast. From the acorn, grew the most might of Oaks, as Jason’s fat intruder run asunder through Anne’s perfectly fit form. Her beauty brought forth the beast, for Jason’s impossibly huge member was never more inspired. He reached a level of erection, that matched, or surpassed, anything he had only been able to achieve when alone.
 

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Jason, should be an urban legend. A man too big to be handled by one woman on a regular basis, too big to be believed from word of mouth, too big to be taken seriously, nor believed, and sadly, he knew it. He had his fun with Anne, and retreated to his gaming, as he always had, as Anne lay beaten on his bed. She fell asleep from exhaustion, beaten down, taken, abused by a bruising girth and length that couldn’t have been real, and later awoke to the bleary image of Jason beating his gargantuan dick over her body.

She told him ‘no’, but he knew better than to try a third time, for that would be rape. Her blood, already stained his bed, as she watched from outside her body, as Jason’s mammoth cock jutted incredibly far, disturbing, that he could maintain such a horrifically huge organ at such a state of erection, and for so long. But she didn’t stop him from working that monstrous thing until he came again. Marveling at the length, and improbable girth of her largest ever. For Jason and had not a single repeat customer from the Stud Club. Not even Anne could adequately handle his sexual comic book sized appendage. No one could.

Jason finished his business, as Anne lay safely upon the bed, huddled, and rolled into a ball, her eyes locked upon the straining organ, as Jason displayed the dangerously massive tool, allowing her to witness how gigantic, and horrifically endowed he actually was, his show nearly over, as it flexed, and eventually jetted its load many feet from his body. Anne shuddered to think that it had been inside her, and grimaced as he released his spent tool. Jason was an off the hook ‘grower’, adding nearly ten inches from his average, if meager beginnings, and now, it hung at his knees …

Julie had measured him at full erection, and she required a yardstick to do it. Over thirteen inches, measured properly. All this, from a little nub. All this from the least suspected source, and in an instant … it was over, as Anne sat in her car, with a deep soreness, her mind, still wrapping itself around the enormity that had devastated her body. She sat in shock, deep breaths, recounting what had happened, still disbelieving, that Jason was actually that big.

She would pee blood, she would take a few days off, she would awake at night, her pussy damp, heart pounding, her right hand unconsciously working her pussy, as the images of Jason’s monstrous organ drifted through her sleepy mind. She felt the ‘ghostly’ enormous prick again and again, as it haunted her, unlike any nightmare she had ever experienced. Her dainty fingers traced over her body, to the areas where it had once been, so engrossing, and completely surreal. Her deep breaths, and aroused nature were a warning.

Her fear real, that she might be foolish enough to take him on a second time, and what a fool she would be. Fooling herself that it would be different, that she was ‘broken in’, that a second time would be more natural, that her bodies warnings to her were only in her mind. Craig was right, she was hurting, and anything to relieve that pain brought relief, but ‘relief’ through Jason? From a cock so large, she could barely handle a portion of it? At what point does she need real help? When is it enough?

Inside a seedy roadside motel sat a loner, a gamer, seemingly harmless, unattractive, a complete loser in the eyes of most, but he had a big secret, the biggest of them all, and when he wasn’t consumed by gaming, he beat the biggest cock anyone would ever dare imagine, or ever see. He stood in front of his mirror in his one room motel hell, and willed it to grow, adding length and girth at an astonishing rate, until it lay even with his knees, having added over ten inches of massive, unheard-of, unspeakable mass, dwarfing all whom might challenge him.

He was alone, he would remain that way.

As for my girl … she contemplates, she recovers, she takes a few days off, recovering from Jason’s hugely inflated tool, and the damage it caused. Soon, she finds herself at Micky’s, his size perfect, she is reborn, refreshed, repaired, famished, hungry …

My girl.
 

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Craig showed up at my door this afternoon. He handed me a zip drive, cautioning me, of what lay within. He asked if I knew ‘Walter?’

“No.” Was my simple reply. Who the hell is Walter? But Craig’s mood, his whole vibe was edgy, bordering on pain, remorseful. I was soon to discover, what all the locals knew, and I would not like it.

“Sorry … I sometimes forget that you’re not ‘local’. Everybody around here knows Walter. Soon enough, you will too. I recorded this yesterday, out at his place. I was remiss in not mentioning him earlier. You know … with Anne’s … preferences, predilections … I probably should’ve told you about Walter from the very start. My first interaction with him was during my second year on the beat, and I knew about him, found out about him long before I entered law enforcement, that I learned of Walter when I lived here as a kid. But my official visit to a residence in town … that was the first time I ever saw him … well, once you see the recording, you’ll know what I’m talking about.” Said Craig, as he left me holding Anne’s latest pulse pounding misadventure.

Yesterday, it turned out, had Anne on the move, and as Craig followed Anne out of town, into the country, he had a foreboding of what was to come. He hoped he was wrong, but her course was taking her to ‘him’, directly to Walter. Anne approached a small farm house, surrounded by trees, and slowed on the road, then drove down the gravel driveway. Craig wasn’t far behind, seeing Anne leave her car, as a grey-haired man approached from a small barn set back behind the house.

Craig continued up the road, he didn’t bother to check the name on the mailbox. He knew this man, this address, the entire town did. This older man, is one Walter Leeds, single, divorced, no secret to this community. Craig’s stomach churned in disgust. Craig knew all there was to know about Walter. It was inevitable, forgone … this is where Anne should be, where she was destined to be. Even though Walter was 62 years old. Nearly 40 years older than Anne, it made perfect sense to Craig.

Craig quickly discovered a place to park on a nearby side road, which offered complete cover for his parked car. Crouching down, using the ditch as cover, and with gear in hand, he carefully made his way through the ditch, and along a fence line bordering the property. Hoping against hope, that the pair would stay outside. He worried about being discovered, for it is daylight, he’s in the open, unlike our small town, where he is more prone to do most of his detective work.

He was fortunate that Walter’s fence line was out of repair, and had many bushes, and trees growing alongside. I guess you could say Craig and I, were lucky, very lucky, that Walter had taken Anne out back, behind the house, and to a picnic table, where Anne proceeded to open a picnic basket, as the two began to eat, and converse, it appeared to indicate, that he may actually be a relative.

Craig continued to watch and document. His position as perfect as could be. Other than the annoyance of flies, and various annoying insects, he was in prime position, but nothing untoward happened. It appeared a complete waste of time, as the pair cleaned up, as then Anne followed Walter to the barn.

But Craig knew of Walter, he had known of Walter his entire life. Walter wasn’t simply a local legend, he “IS THE LOCAL LEGEND.” During the course of Craig’s time as a cop here, Craig had an opportunity to view the ‘legend’, and knew exactly why Anne would come here, unless, by chance, she was a relative of Walter’s. Craig’s heart dropped, for the pair retired to the house, I could hear him cursing under his breath. They were there for a few minutes before they would return outside, and it appeared as if Anne was preparing to leave. Clearing the picnic table, and packing away the leftovers in her picnic basket.

Walter was dressed as he always was, in work boots, jeans, and a simple white t-shirt. Anne was dressed in jean shorts, and a purple t-shirt with some writing on it. Her body was on full display, and to Craig, it felt inappropriate for an old man, or possible relative, to see her in such revealing clothing. Still, nothing to indicate that she was there for anything else but lunch, and conversation.

Walter was laughing at something she said, when Craig noticed Walters hands reach in for his t-shirt, and in one motion, he pulled it over his body, and flung it aside. Sixty-two? Sure didn’t look that way. Walter was ripped, full deep tan, a tremendous V shaped upper body, and layered in muscle. Just as Craig remembered him from those years before. Hulking, masculine, and worst of all, Walter was legendary in his endowment. Walter was always Craig’s first choice for a cheating spouse, be it woman or man. Walter is the town stud. Always has been. Continually in and out of all sorts of trouble.

Clearly, their foreplay was over, Walter was no fucking relative. Their lunch together was foreplay, as he took Anne in his powerful arms and began kissing her, his hands roving roughly up and down her body. He could be in the senior Olympics, his body ripped, as his rough hands continued to roam over Anne’s body, ending at her ass, which he squeezed, and effortlessly picked her up. His attentions were returned. She was all over him. In some ways, it was disgusting, he could be her grandfather, yet, as Craig watched, he knew that ‘grandpa’ was hung, he had seen it before, during a call to the police, not once, buy three times did a young officer Craig respond to a domestic disturbance call.

One of those calls, his first, allowed him to see the legend’s massive penis, but now that Walter is older, could Walter deliver as he did in the ‘old days’? Did those tattered old jeans hide a tired old cock, or one that was reborn, and virile as it was over twenty years ago?

Walter was old school, he lavished, and honored Anne’s body, he disrobed her slowly, taking his time as an older man might, bringing her to a slow boil. He carried her to the picnic table, and went down on her. She clearly loved it, there was a lot of thrashing about, and clearly two or three orgasms, as she laid back, basking in the glow of the sun, and from Walter’s expert fingering, and oral attentions upon her dripping pussy.

The old man stood proudly, admiring what he had done, as Anne’s most recent orgasm filtered through her young firm body, his hands never left Anne’s body, that held true, until it was time for his reveal. Craig’s first words under his breath were ‘Come on’, since Walter failed to wear underwear, and his cock came into view all at once, and it was grossly huge.

It was as hanging straight down, already as big as Winslow’s if not bigger, for the distance between Craig, and the pair, was roughly 100 feet, but there was no mistaking the giant prick that Walter enjoyed. It appeared both longer and thicker than Craig remembered from those years ago. His rough hands went in and pulled it aloft, as he proceeded to pump and work the fucking thing to even greater heights.

When he released it, Craig gasped from his hiding spot, for it hung over three quarters of the way down Walter’s legs. As the horse hung old man, sat calmly at his picnic table, slowly removing his worn jeans, after first removing his work boots and sox, as Anne’s right hand played with Walter’s hair, as his fat huge prick hung over the wooden seat, as Anne laid back, her left hand playing with her pussy, waiting for Walter’s huge fatty to plow her fields.
 

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Walter’s completely naked, and as he stood, Craig couldn’t believe how virile, and completely masculine Walter appeared. He looked like he never lost a fight, and as far as Craig knew, he never had. He appeared almost cartoonish, his waist so tiny, but building quickly to a large cut chest. He was a muscled beast. His physical conditioning went beyond impressive, as the grey-haired animal was scary strong, he arranged Anne upon his picnic table, for he was about to serve a heaping meal of his own.

We both know what Anne prefers, but come on. Seriously? How fucking big is Walter? Eleven? Twelve fucking inches? For shit sakes, Craig slid his head to the side, off his viewer, and even from here, he could see the incredible heft, and length of Walter’s massive pole. The fucking horses he owns must be jealous. Jason’s huge prick came only from only from incredulous descriptions, but this one? It was out in the open, easily the longest and fattest Craig had ever seen and photographed, and it was fully gargantuan.

Anne’s hands are at her sides, grasping the end of the picnic table. She should run, she shouldn’t allow this wild country farm animal inside her, was she really prepared for the inevitable insertion of a such a murderously huge cock? Walter leaned in and worked Anne’s pussy with his hands and mouth, readying her for his unseemly, and completely monstrous offering. His cock had a delicious downward turn about half way down its tremendous length, and swelled to a sickening increase in girth in towards the middle, then tapering back ever so slightly towards the base.

He may be older, but he is hung huge, his ample cock is dripping, as long strands of precum slowly fall from the massive fat head. This is easily the largest cock I have ever seen, for Craig’s video shows a six-foot two man, whom carries a beyond forearm sized prick, that is easily bigger than Winslow’s massive tool. It’s no wonder Walter is legend. No adequate description of him could prepare anyone for what has distended so ungodly far from his hard body, nor the sheer thickness of his donkey dong.

Anne’s head is up, as she eyes Walter, as his worn right hand brings aloft his hideously massive hard tool. Maybe he’s on Viagra, for his tool appears near bursting. His pride is showing, as he slowly beats the huge tool for her to see it in all its distended glory. This is no ordinary grandpa, he is hung, carries a strong, unvarnished, masculine attitude, muscled, and about to lay in a prodigious amount of truly gargantuan horse cock.

Over the prairie fields, carried by the wind, directly to Craig’s ears, are Anne’s moans, as Walter’s huge prick begins its journey. Clearly, she’s been with him before, the number unknown, but she knows what’s in store, as her body bucks like a horse might do, as Winslow’s huge ass meat cannon is slowly inserted. Was this in fact her first huge cock? Did the many stories of Walter drift into her ears, and if so, how long had she been seeing him, seeing ‘it’. I winced, as his meaty tool entered her, as it bended slightly, easily thicker than Anne’s arm. His taking, and mounting of her … disgusting, yet highly arousing.

He is well versed, well-travelled, and even a size queen requires some time, some adjustment, to Walter’s massive offering. He pauses, his hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples, while his rough fingers toy with her clit, as his initial penetration is taken in, savored, and adjusted to.

A man of this size can’t rush, as Anne’s body comes to terms with his huge prick, as he slowly forces in another inch and another, as Anne’s back arches, her first orgasm from penetration is making its way through her system, as she awaits the punishing organs continued entry into her body. The entire time, Walter’s face carries a sly grin of deep satisfaction. Nothing like young women, especially the ones that ‘live’ on the end of big ones.

Nothing like it indeed, as Walter’s huge prick makes her pussy home to his gargantuan flesh cannon. Anne’s surreal beauty, and youth, have enraged Walter’s punishing tool to an astounding size. She fucking loves it, truly enjoying his monstrous cock, as he swivels his hips, so she can better feel the intensely huge orgasm that floods, and filters through her. Knowing full well, that his monstrous organ has yet to enter her fully. Well, not fully, he carries far too much for that to happen, but Anne will accept another two or three inches before she settles in, and things intensify, and become seriously interesting.

Here is more visual proof, that neither Craig, nor I, carry enough beef, yet, like me, Craig is enamored with Anne’s total package. Like me, he wants her, a deep, painful yearning, he would do anything to be with her, yet, as her moans, squeals, and groans waft over the prairie to his hiding spot, even with all he has seen, he can’t break her spell, as Walter’s massive prick finally hits bottom. Bumping her cervix. Incredibly, he has so much more to offer, but even a size queen as experienced as Anne has a limit.

Anne’s body was penetrated by a truly enormous, fat, and insanely long prick, that proceeded to separate himself from the rest. Walter brought it, slowly, quickly, then slowly, until he upped the pace so his hips would blur, his big balls slapping underneath his huge dick, and his ass. The entire time, Anne called out, either his name, or swearing up a storm, mumbling, groaning, and eventually cumming so hard, she appeared to go limp. Sweat, soon drenched Walter’s muscled tanned body, no matter his age, he had plenty left in the tank, as Anne slowly came out it, only to be pummeled into submission a second earth shattering time.

Walter would occasionally give her a break, and pull free his fat tool, and it was at those times, we witnessed how fully enraged, and aroused Walter’s cock would become. For Walter’s huge member had added both length and thickness since his initial penetration. It was appalling, and gave both Craig and myself an insight to how insanely huge Jason must be. Walter’s, is easily the biggest we have ever witnessed, he is larger than Craig remembered, and not by a little bit. Yet it was Anne, whom confessed, that young Jason, was her biggest. How is this possible? For Walter’s gargantuan fat cock, is easily over a full fucking foot.

He reinserted that fat fucking thing, and pounded away without a care, and Anne loved it. ‘Grandpa’, was swinging, and delivering a mammoth slick dick. It was enraged, and much thicker than Anne’s arm, and was ripping into her, pulling her inside and out with each mighty penetration. It glistened from her many orgasms, and when pulled free a second time, neither Craig or I could believe any man larger, or be so grossly endowed as Walter. For his legendary meat cannon distended within a couple scant inches of his knee caps, and his thighs are long, thick, layered with muscle, as his mammoth pole swings underneath him. A true … third leg.

Mind boggling, as Walter’s big hand cradled, and brought up the sickly huge prick, and prodded its fat head over Anne’s gaping pussy. He wasn’t finished. He pounded her into hamburger. Winslow’s huge cock was no match for Walter. Impossible, that Jason, nor anyone, could be this long, nor fat. Craig paused to look at his watch, for Walter had been fucking the hell out of Anne off and on, for over a half hour, and just as Craig wondered when Walter would stop, he unknowingly obliged him, and slowly removed his fully erect, and wonderous member.

‘Fuck me.’ uttered Craig, as did I, when I first saw the video, I instantly had to hit ‘pause’ at this point. Walter’s huge prick was fully aroused, and hung incredibly far between his thick thighs. The fat head, swollen, bigger than any apple, was nearly at his knee cap, impossible, that Anne had taken that fucking thing inside her. Not only that, it was straining, fully erect, much longer and thicker than when he first started laying that sickly massive flesh pipe into my girl.
 

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Craig began to curse under his breath, as did I, for Walter turned and walked in to the side of Anne’s body. His huge prick swaying like a tree limb, as he turned his back to Craig, cutting off our view of his huge hammer, his hands reached down, and pulled up his heavy huge prick, as he held it up to Anne’s pretty face, and with both his hands worked that giant cock jerky of his to its ultimate finish. Our view was limited, but showcased Walter’s massive hanging balls, as they hung underneath him. His ass firm, and entire body littered in layers of sheer muscle.

The head of his gargantuan prick spewed a generous load over Anne’s face, mostly her mouth as she weakly took in the huge load, and it was monstrous. It had caked her cheeks, and continued, seemingly endlessly, as Walter’s massive member deposited a Micky worthy load over her face and neck. His constantly flexing buttocks slowed, as his hands milked his solid hammer to a succulent finish, as Anne basked in the glory of Walter’s attentions.

He pulled it aloft, and shook off the last of his load, his big hands slowly milking the grossly huge prick, as Anne looked on at the enticing offering. I shook my head in wonder, as he returned to the end of the picnic table. His spent cock was still hanging heavy, captivating, riveting, as the hugely hung man gathered his massive tool, and offered the enormous prick for her to take into her own small hands.

He had to help Anne to a sitting position, his load fell from her face and neck, and dribbled down her body. The old shit came like a twenty-year-old. His huge hammer reached incredibly far from his body as his thighs edged against the picnic table, as Anne’s legs straddled his, thicker than ever, still raging hard, her grip displayed the enormous girth of the heavy prick, her thumb and fingers, easily separated by three, to four full inches, and this was after he came. Only moments before, I imagined he was even bigger than this, which still amazes me, that anyone could be larger than Walter. It’s simply impossible.

Walter’s mammoth cock reached out to Anne’s face with ease. Her lips kissed the huge head, which would easily fill her entire mouth. Her arms stroked the fucking thing, displaying the disturbing length and incredible mass that grew from between his legs in all it’s hellish glory. I doubt I will ever see one bigger. Both long, and incredibly thick, it appeared like a flesh baseball bat, as Anne’s hands milked the grossly huge prick. Tugging, kissing, licking, savoring, admiring what surely must be her biggest. How could Jason be bigger? It’s not possible, for what Walter carries leaves me incredulous. Walter, must be her biggest, the biggest of the biggest.

She released the heavy prick, which was slowly losing its luster. As Walter pulled free, and faced us for a moment, I could hear Craig comment on the disturbing vision before him with a single word. “Fucking Impossible.” We were both incredulous, as it swung beneath his strong body, continuously being slapped, bouncing from side to side, thigh to thigh. He was fucking enormous, so big, I almost felt sorry for him, but what I wouldn’t give to live in his shoes. He’s a fucking cock god. I shudder when thinking of it, chills race up and down my spine, imagining his gargantuan prick inside my Anne. How could she? It’s impossible that he had that fucking thing inside my girl.

It appeared to be a ‘one and done’ for Walter. He strode into his farmhouse, and soon returned outside to clean Anne, he did so completely nude. It appeared so natural, a man and woman in nature. But there was nothing natural about his huge flaccid cock. Monstrous, hanging maybe nine or ten inches, possibly more. Slowly, it began to flex and grow, and the sight was awe inspiring, as it filled out, as he admired Anne’s flush, and spent body, clearly, he could go another round, but Anne? She was done in by him. Completely spent. He knew it, so did she, for I would discover later, that her visits with him are infrequent, and are limited to when the mood strikes her, when she wants a stretch beyond the capacity of her other well-equipped boy toy studs.

Walter, is much like Jason, an outlier to the stud club. While older, his age makes no difference. I wouldn’t want to be seen in a locker with him. Both from his massive flaccid prick, but that my own reaction might be an instant painful erection. Even now, his huge flaccid prick is at least three to four times the volume of mine when full ass hard, and his body makes mine look that of a little boy. Walter is all man, all the time.

I had seen him in town before, he had a likeable face, strong rough hands, his skin, riddled with the effects of being out in the sun, he seemed approachable, and while inside the hardware store two weeks later, quite by chance, fate intervened, and I happened to bump into him. I froze, immediately my eyes ventured down his body, along and down to his worn baggy jeans, and the outline of his monstrous prick was instantly clear, unmistakable, a true ‘holy shit’ moment, my eyes widened, taking in his impossibly huge prick, and as I slowly raised my head, for the idiot that I am, he had caught me eyeing his massive flesh cannon. My jaw had even dropped, my expression had instantly given me away …

“Yeah, it’s not cracked up like it’s supposed to be. Sometimes, you can have too much.” Said Walter with a friendly grin, responding to my gawking at his huge member. Neither offended, nor caring that I had seen his monstrous organ. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I panicked, and turned, and like a scared little boy, I quickly left the store. Awestruck, for I under estimated the size of his massive flaccid prick from the video. It was as if he had strapped a large cucumber along his leg.

I went home, went straight to the video Craig supplied of Anne and Walter, and jerked off to Walter taking my girl, only this time, I came in honor of Walter’s massive tool, the biggest, by far, that I have ever seen. I didn’t simply beat off; I came three fucking times. Wishing, hoping against hope, that I could trade cocks with him. For if I could, it would surely bring Anne back to me …

But then again, I am a complete fool, a dreamer …
 

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Must Walter be bigger than Jason? Anne will tell to Jason is?
Jason look very proud about him self he even said: “That’s right. Get a good look … I’m your biggest ever.”
Must be hot see both take car of Anne
 
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OMG CHECKIN, I THOUGHT JASON WAS THE ULTIMATE? But now WALTER IS BIGGER ! The ULTIMATE size Queen experience...You keep us size Queens on a Big Cock leash tethered to every amazing word you write and story you tell! Anne is moi!
 
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My Girl

I sit in near complete darkness, I write in my journal by the dim light that sneaks in from the street, as the lights of infrequent cars pass in the night, illuminating the ceiling of my empty ‘home’. I see cobwebs move in the air from the gaps in the windows, as I crouch in my loneliness. Sick of myself, of my self-pity, from what I’ve seen these past few weeks, I should slit my wrists.

Instead, I wallow, yearn, and lust for what will not have me. Anne left me long ago, but I can’t break her invisible hold over me. I am weak, a fucking pussy. I hear Craig in the hallway, and glance at the clock. It is 2:43 AM, Saturday morning. I don’t want to know where he’s been, or what he’s seen on this night, as my only companion, dread … seeps deeply into my lonely heart. I am wasted, not from weed, but the nearly endless thoughts of the sights and sounds of Walter’s gargantuan weapon tearing into Anne. I have forced myself to leave it be, lest it destroy me.

I am exhausted from all this, yet I yearn to know. I dread working alongside a little shit, whom was once my Xbox friend, whose solid fat cock is frequently taking my girl on many nights, and days. He rarely speaks to me, and when he does, it cuts like knives. I steal looks at his huge bulge, and know that he’s been inside her, deeper, with incredible stretch, and that by her admission, that he is somehow ‘growing’, incredibly getting bigger and bigger. The cause, a mystery, but just the same, I see it myself, for his bulge appears to be working further down his worn pants, with ever greater thickness. Maybe I’m seeing things, or maybe, it’s just as horrific as it appears.

I can’t help myself, and retreat to the images of Walter’s massive hammer sliding into Anne’s convulsing body again and again. No matter how many times I see it, I am in awe of his gargantuan weapon. I am appalled at Evan’s huge dick, and his rough manner, choking, striking, and fucking Anne with punishing results. Winslow’s huge tool, and cut body further wither away at me. Jason is but a rumor, still unseen, and with so much unknown, it seems impossible that Jason could best Walter. There simply can’t be a bigger man than Walter. He is the whole package. Worst of all, the ability of Anne to accommodate Mickey’s massive tool. I work with that little shit most everyday.

All of them different, but with one common, unmistakable trait … all are hung, far beyond normal. Micky appears to best Evan, for Anne can no longer take Micky completely without some struggles, and he is too kind to push, and prod his huge member without conscience. Yet her pussy and ass are home to all he carries, as his huge loads are deposited deeply, with punishing finality.

I am tempted to spy on him. To watch his small bodies huge growing member as he jerks off, or delves deeply into my girl. There is a ‘crash’ outside. A drunk driver probably. I don’t bother to look. I drift in and out of sleep, jolted awake, confronted by the nightmarish sight of impossible huge dripping cocks, each one bigger than the next. All of them, plunging deeply into my girl, but there is a twist, as I sometimes see all of my tormentors surrounding me, hovering over me, each of their huge dicks fully erect, intimidating, emasculating, dripping pre cum, dripping from Anne’s orgasms, each one many times larger than my puny cock, as they smirk and hold aloft their vastly bigger pricks, taunting me, humiliating me.

I am cum covered, and soaked with spit, they damage me. The worst of them, the most punishing, is Micky’s huge fat cock. I work with that worthless wonder, I must confront him, ‘it’ everyday, and I find myself somehow drawn towards his huge member. How did I miss it before? It must be how Anne ‘noticed’ him when she would visit me at work, for his bulge from his flaccid member is ever more noticeable, and intimidating.

I am in the back of where Micky and I work, it’s near closing, he is in the employee washroom, and I hear what sounds like a horse pissing. Even as he is finishing, I can hear each drop of piss hitting the water as he shakes his huge flaccid dick. I am still bewildered by it all. Micky is so much shorter, and smaller than me. Why did the big dick fairy have to give him one so fucking huge? Later, I find myself wasted at home, stoned, a listless drone, for even my weed cannot heal what ails me.

Each day is like the one before. A waste of time and space. At least Anne no longer comes into my day job. I’m not sure if anyone there is aware that Micky has taken Anne from me, and is fucking her with his truly enormous cock. It’s not my nature to want to fight someone, but I am filled with thoughts of kicking the shit out of Micky. I would lose against all the other grossly hung men in Anne’s life, and would surely lose my lowlife job. So, I go about my day without hope, without ambition, and worst of all, without Anne.

It is late, I must work with Micky till close. We have few customers at this hour, for what we sell keeps people awake. Micky is the only other one there, as I watch the clock. Only ten minutes to go.

It’s Micky’s turn to close up and clean, so I leave promptly at eight, and am already home, key in the door, when I curse to myself, for my fucking phone is at work, right where I left it. What a dumbass. I walk the three long blocks back to work, and enter through the back. I hear an unusual noise in the storage area, it covers my entrance, and without any customers, I decide to check on it, calling out to Micky as I entered the back kitchen …

“Hey Micky? What was that sound? I forgot my iPhone.” I stated, then stopping dead in my tracks, for Anne’s face is nearly buried into Micky’s crotch, as she slowly pulls back, revealing his grossly huge glistening prick, inch after fat inch, it simply won’t stop, endless fat cock, her mouth stretched wide by Micky’s huge fucking prick. She kneels as his feet, as he looks towards me, an inspired evil grin, so satisfied, that ‘my girl’ kneels at his feet, as his soaking wet dong slips free of her mouth, and slaps against his bare legs, displaying his grossly huge hammer. Something I wager he has wanted to do for many weeks.

My mouth hangs open. This is my first time seeing it in the flesh. It is the first erect cock I have ever seen outside my own in person. My heart pounds, my mouth hangs open, my eyes are wide, as shivers course through me. For in person, he appears bigger, both longer and thicker than I can comprehend, as Anne wipes her chin, removing the accumulated wetness, as his organ dances underneath his little body. He dwarfs me completely. I remain frozen, as I understand that they are only beginning, as Anne lowers her head, and opens wide, to gather the monstrous organ using only her lips, to engulf, and slowly swallow Micky’s tasty huge prick, to further lash it towards full size.

Hands free, she engulfs the huge head, then works it down her throat, as her neck bulges revealing the horrible length and girth he enjoys. It’s no wonder she could deep throat me so easily, for she has consumed nearly every inch of his huge prick, as it bends deeply into her body. Her mouth is stretched so wide, her lips should split and bleed, as she pulls back to just under the head, then proceeds to throat his huge member nearly to the base and back, repeating this endeavor, until I notice the strain upon her mouth and throat is becoming too much …
 

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She looks over to me, to ensure I am watching, then slowly pulls back her head, revealing Micky’s daunting huge prick, for she has made him so large, she can no longer take all of what he has become, as his mammoth member falls free of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air, as it dangles impossibly far towards the floor. Anne is a magician, as Micky’s member displays a sickening array of veins that litter the fat shaft from base to head, encircling his fully aroused member, that bounces in a futile attempt to rise.

Upon his small body it appears ridiculous, but to me, he appears much more than three times my volume. A staggering, mind-blowing monstrosity. Both long and thick, the combination, horse like. His actual length must be closer to a full nine inches than eight, and so thick, that Anne’s hands cannot close around the fucking thing.

He’s enjoying this, showing me up, as both of Anne’s hands come in, holding the huge organ, she looks upon it, then towards me, as she begins to slowly stroke it, enticing it, to induce the fucking thing to an even harder stance, showcasing Micky’s enormity in all its furious glory. Worse still, she eyes me, gauging my reactions to Micky’s imposing stud cock. I must adjust myself, for I have become hard, painfully so, all without a touch, as Anne’s hands pull and prod Micky’s monstrous cock to a searing, heart pounding size, that leaves me drooling. I am the fool, as I watch Anne lick her lips, then go it, to service his beautiful, huge member.

She licks along the sides, engulfs the head to suck and further enrage the fucking thing, releasing it, to spit atop the fat shaft, hands working in her spit, to ensure it will travel deep down her throat. It glistens, and is soon soaked in her juices. My breaths are heavy and deep. I have never seen another man erect in the same room, a mere four to five feet away from me, and Micky’s cock is every bit the man I wished I could be.

Anne has worked him to what must be his full fucking size. I am not worthy. Never, could I believe a cock could be so long, nor thick. He appears too big, as Anne’s mouth opens wide, and wider still to accommodate the fat prick. She doesn’t waver, she doesn’t stop, her eyes going from his to mine, as she takes in inch after inch of Micky’s fat hog.

It is a magic trick, as her lips fail to reach the base of the monstrous cock, her tongue sneaks out, and licks upon his balls, as Micky’s moaning fills the room. It is eerily still, the only sounds are the slurping of Anne’s mouth upon Micky’s torturously enflamed organ, and our combined breathing, as I notice the increase in girth. Micky couldn’t have planned this any better, he probably longed for me to see him up-close, and all to personal, to show me how long and thick he could get, how much bigger he is, and how much Anne enjoys administering to his now mammoth horse cock.

Anne’s throat bulges down her neck, as Micky’s fat cock suffocates her. Anne’s abilities are awe inspiring, as I feel the tug, as my hand covers my puny cock, for I am cumming within my pants. An oyster is forming, my face beet red, as they both notice my orgasm. I should leave, this humiliation, the most painful of my life, but I am drawn to it. I cannot take my eyes off his monstrous organ, as Anne lets it fall from her lips. Long strands of spit lead from the huge head to her mouth, breaking and falling to the floor, as a voice calls out … “Holy fuck!” It is my voice, as Micky’s monstrous tool falls free.

My estimation of his size, has grown in proportion to the sickly fat prick that must hang near nine inches long. It easily hangs three quarters the way down his leg, and is clearly thicker, as Anne’s hands once again gather in the fucking thing, as she strokes the huge prick into her face. I had never seen anything like it, not even close, for they couldn’t have planned this any better. The mistake, of leaving my phone at work, was showing me everything Micky possessed, as his huge straining prick is easily four times my size. There is no mistaking the startling difference.

I have no idea how long I stood there, it was heaven and hell all in one. I couldn’t take my eyes off his massive prick. To see it in person was devasting, to see it grow larger after my catching them in the act, is unfathomable. His little body is made smaller by the sheer size of his now straining organ. Anne’s hands are beating the fucking thing towards what will surely be a massive explosion of cum. He is so much bigger in person. I shudder to think how Winslow would appear in such circumstances, for Micky’s huge prick is painful enough for an entire lifetime.

Micky’s gargantuan prick began to cum, the first shot was bigger than any l had ever seen, it was followed by a gooey, stringy mess, that began to lather Anne’s face, and fall down her body, as the torrent of baby batter continued to surge forth in an impossible volume.

I expected it to stop, but he kept cumming, and cumming. Pulse after hot pulse, as my puny cock came inside my pants a second time, as Anne aimed the huge flared head into her mouth, as it continued to spurt and shudder. She milked that fucking thing for an eternity, as Micky’s moaning, and continuing orgasm should surely stop. As huge as his dick had become, his load kept spurting and shooting over Anne’s face and body, surpassing any reasonable expectation, and yet, after all he had shot, he kept cumming.

I hadn’t counted the number, but I wish I had. He came for at least a half minute, and even as it slowed, it still leaked from his huge dick head, sickly puddling under Anne, as she lay covered in his baby batter. The filthy stink of it, sweet, salty, a manly musk, a smell of pure man, in his element. The true alpha, has staked his unshakeable claim.

“That’s my big boy, with his big boy dick, and big boy load. Look at the size of it Nate … bet you didn’t think Micky was that big did you? Watching from the window, is nothing compared to seeing it up close, and look at that load … it’s fucking everywhere. He’s approaching nine inches long, and is so fucking thick, it makes your cock look so puny. This is a stud cock, a perfect cock. Just look at it. He’s so fucking huge. I’ve been enjoying this huge cock for over two months. He fucking dwarfs you.” Said Anne, as Micky turned to face me, removing Anne’s hands from is massive prick, showcasing every last inch of his grossly huge, slimy, slick dick. He even swung it by shaking his slim hips, to display how grossly huge he was hung. The fucking little shit.
 

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I saw it alright, just as Anne had said, and I surmised, easily four times my volume, dripping his sweet nectar, just a few scant feet away. Heavy, long and fat, the huge head still leaked a trail of cum, that slowly dripped at his feet. A messy, unholy huge cock, which was every bit of four times my size or more. I was frozen in place, as Anne gathered up his hanging huge dick, and continued to work the fucking thing. He didn’t require rest, he was ready to go, for as horrific it was to watch my girl suck and work the huge dick until he came, they were about to show me where it fit best, and the damage it could do.

You’re probably wondering why I didn’t leave, why I didn’t resist, but I was spellbound by his mammoth cock, helpless to save myself, as Anne removed what remained of her soaked clothes, as she rubbed her sloppy pussy, bending over, and balancing herself on the counter, as Mick’s right hand grasped his vastly superior, and infinitely bigger prick, and rubbed the huge head over Anne’s pussy from behind.

That she was taller made little difference, his cock so long that it easily reached up to her smoldering hot pussy. She was wet as hell, in a highly elevated state of arousal, shaking with anticipation, at the approach of his monstrous organ. He watched my response, as he rubbed the fat head of his huge pecker at Anne’s pussy. I watched with envy, wishing I had even half his huge hammer.

He entered her unlike any entry I could ever hope to duplicate. His girth spread her wide, the lips of her pussy disappearing, folding inward upon the entry of his grossly fat prick, with inch after inch entering her deeply, easily surpassing where I could go, the huge head plowing deeper, with a stretch that showed me what true size could accomplish, as Anne’s thighs began to jiggle, as the lightening bolts of her first orgasm began to take hold, as she shook upon the huge pricks’ entry.

I never made her cum like that. My heart sinking further as Micky’s huge cock withdrew, then slowly entered, until his entire fucking monstrous cock was accepted inside Anne’s body. His stroking, his style was based on size, and size alone. It was all he would need. With every nerve exposed, Anne’s head flopped about, as another orgasm began to build, and sear through her perfect form. As it should be … huge dick, incredibly hot chick, as Micky’s enraged organ began a slow, but steady build, to full stallion.

Veins soon bulged along the damn thing, showcasing how fully engaged and aroused he had become. When I got hard, that was it, but not Micky, and surely not Winslow. They could reach different levels, as their arousal increased, so did the flow of blood and fluids into their huge dicks, and Micky’s was performing as I expected it could, and surpassing my worst nightmare.

Lashed to a tremendous hardness, and commiserate increase in both length and girth. He couldn’t help himself, he slowed his deep penetrations, stopping, and slowly pulling back his mammoth hammer, realizing the temptation, that he simply had to show me how fucking monstrous he had become, and how Anne appreciated a truly huge dick, just like the kind Micky was cramming into her sweet pussy.

I couldn’t help but notice his change of attention, as he looked up at me, purposely pulling free his huge dick in slow motion. I couldn’t look away, nor hide my appreciation of his fully enraged horse cock. My jaw dropping as the head finally came into view, the thickness, the length beyond incredible, as Micky’s now fully enraged mammoth cock fell free. A visual, I will always remember.

“Holy fucking shit!” Said I, in near monotone, genuine respect and awe, with jaw dropping finality, fully emasculated, as Micky’s hands pulled it aloft and pointed it directly into my face, as Anne began pleading for Micky to place his baseball bat dick back inside her … where it belonged.

So, this is what it looks like? ‘Holy fucking shit’ I said to myself again, quaking, as I came inside my pants yet again. Far too embarrassed to pull out my puny cock, as Micky proudly stroked his ungodly huge dick directly into my face. Up to this point, he hadn’t said anything, he didn’t need to. It was exactly what he wanted me to see. Not only had he taken my girl in front of me, he had ‘this’, a truly huge fucking dick, one so large, I was helpless, weak, unworthy, and yet, incredibly turned on.

“You think it’s been bad so far? Just watch what I do to her …” Said Micky, turning, and forcing his straining monstrosity into an all too willing Anne, as he fucked her hard, harder, and harder still, with a dick that belonged on a fucking bat rack, and not attached to some little shit coworker. Far from little, he fucking dwarfed me, belittling me, laying in his huge dick, until Anne came again and again, one orgasm atop of another and another. The both of them, getting off at my expense, on my submission, awe, and helpless nature, as Micky’s huge ass prick sawed through Anne for a seeming eternity.

This time, he jutted and nutted inside her, his massive weapon buried. Even with his short strokes, it began to leak from their union, a load, seemingly matching the first, was dripping out, and cascading down his balls to fall at their feet. It seeped from Anne’s abused pussy, and down her tanned hard thighs. I had seen the worst of it. I had seen it all.

Up until the point Micky pulled free his gargantuan weapon, leaving Anne a trembling mess. She was so weak, she fell forward onto the counter, her breathing deep and heavy, as Micky turned towards me, his right hand reaching up, as he walked in closer. My eyes wide as his right hand laid on my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees. I was terrified, as I eyed the sickly huge prick that hung so menacingly from his small body.

Covered in the filth from both Micky and Anne, it dripped at his feet, easily approaching nine inches, if not more. I wasn’t in my body anymore, as he ordered this kneeling form to do something so untoward for a straight male.

I would never acquiesce, nor give in to something so sinister … ‘Fuck you’ … I thought, as this kneeling simpleton, leaned in, and kissed the largest, most succulent cock he had ever seen. Whomever this weakling is, he is performing as ordered. In fact, both his hands come to the huge prick, to feel, and squeeze the monstrous organ. What a fucking wimp. What a pussy. I, would never do that. Yet, it’s my eyes that take it in, it’s my hands that hold the horrendously hot huge prick, it’s my lips that kiss the huge sloppy dick. I taste her upon it, familiar, worse still is the taste of him, of it, as he takes it from my grasp, and slaps the huge fucking thing across my face.

The sting of his cum as it enters my eyes, as the heavy fat prick is laid across my cheek, leaving its stain forever upon me. I rub the wetness where it crossed, and collided with my face, my eyes linger upon the hanging monster. Still awestruck, almost honored. My humiliation complete, as he orders me, his boss, to clean myself up, and to clean up after them. As he leaves me weak kneed, kneeling at his feet, his ultimate bitch.

He gathers ‘my girl’ and leaves me to close the store, to clean up the huge smelly mess from his gigantic loads from his mammoth cock. I taste it in the corner of my mouth, as my tongue collects a sweet remnant of his mighty cocks’ leavings from my cheek. Micky and Anne leave out the back, leaving me to close up, and come to terms with what I had seen.

Alone. In shock. Heart beating so heavily I feel weak in my knees. It stings the nostrils, the stench from his loads fills the entire place. I gather the mop, and look upon the huge puddle his mammoth cock leaves behind, and pull from my pocket, my iPhone, to picture the remnants of a stud cock.

I leave later than usual, but not before I beat off my puny cock over what I had seen. I realize as I cum, that it’s not Anne I am picturing, but the gloriously huge prick that Micky carries. It is my puny load that spurts out, a mere fraction of what Micky can do, and what I hold is but a small pittance of Micky’s mammoth cock. It hurts, it still hurts, and it does every time I jerk off to them, but mostly … to it.

A succulent, masculine, mammoth hard prick. Carried by a little shit, whom actually bitch slapped me with his massive weapon. I sometimes rub my cheek, reliving the moment that I realized I wasn’t the man I thought I was. I’m not this person, this didn’t happen to me, shouldn’t happen to me, yet … here I am.

Where is my spine?