Norman (straight)

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I kept cumming, I had exceeded heights reserved only for Jackie and I … and I regretted that I easily surpassed those moments … for I knew without doubt, that right now … I shocked even myself … for Lara brought from me … something I didn’t know I was capable. I had to stand … I pushed her to the side, as she rolled over, as I held aloft, my most insanely huge erection of my life, my heart was about to burst, as I stood on the bed over Lara.

Mesmerized by it, spellbound, as Lara looked up towards my heaving, still leaking colossus …

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD GET THAT BIG … FUCK … THAT’S MAKING ME CUM … SO HARD.” Said Lara, as she trembled, and succumbed to the visual mastery of my soaring flesh zeppelin.

“Lara … I’ve never been this big before … DO YOU UNDERSTAND???? I’VE NEVER BEEN THIS BIG … I DIDN’T THINK I COULD GET THIS FUCKING HUGE …”

I easily went past anything I had ever been, short of what my son could attain, but for me? Never like this. I couldn’t calm down, my head hurt, I felt ‘off’, for some reason, my lips were really dry, I kept it at that size, searching for more, while Lara pushed me along. Without losing any of the erection of my lifetime, I began to explore Lara’s pussy, and as I lay my massive prick atop her body, she kept up the pressure, her little hands continued her undying worship, her only slips, when she succumbed to the orgasms that ripped through her body.

My hands were spread so wide, I had become so thick, and light headed, for I had never thought this possible, and it drove me, pushed me towards wanting more, which was insane, but I felt a change, for Lara, was moving under me … she couldn’t be serious … not when I’m like this … but she did want it … at this crippling … pussy crushing, ripping and horrific size … I could barely make out what she was saying, there was a buzzing in my ears.



I awoke in a dim light to strangers, my swollen tool could feel the cool air from the floor, as I was on my back at the foot of the bed, they were talking, gawking, covered in the bedspread in the background was Lara, looking down at me, as something flashed in front of my face … there was a question, I barely made it out … my answer “Two … two fingers.”

The ride in the ambulance was a wild one. My first, and I was groggy, like I had been in a prize fight. I was covered, but my huge prick was soaring, hard, easily the most grotesquely huge one they had even seen, my full size on display, it could not be ignored, doubtless, when we arrived at the hospital, none of the ER people had ever seen anything like it, unless of course, they had been to Mysteries some years ago or seen it on the internet.

They asked questions, and I answered, I was fine, a headache … sure. I guessed correctly, that I had gone into uncharted territory, having the best erection of my life, but also having suffered a loss of blood to the brain, significantly enough to make me pass out. Poor Lara, had to call 911, the hospital … called my wife, my first little ‘fun’ since Thanksgiving, was epic. Lara was riding along, not embarrassed in the least, proud of the moment, of the man she had been with.

As expected, they stared, and gawked at my swollen member, and while laying in the recovery room, in came Jackie, as Lara’s head went down, Jackie did a double take, trying to remember … where have I seen her before? With all the attendant staff present in the room … “Lara? Is that you?” Asked Jackie, for she did indeed remember our little neighbor from the old house.

“Oh my God … can you people please leave, and give me a moment alone with my husband?” The attending nurse told Jackie I was stable, and that a doctor would be coming in within a few minutes. As Lara tried to leave, Jackie grabbed her arm … “Stay …” Said Jackie, fuming, but not at Lara, solely at me.

“What the hell happened? Norman, what did you do … and with Lara? Are you fucking kidding me?” Wow, I was in Dutch with the better half, she was incensed.

“Yeah … it was mutual, we ran into each other … it just happened, I didn’t know who it was at first. She told me who she was, what she wanted, she had grown up.” I replied, but Jackie … she wasn’t in the mood, this is not good.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jones … but it’s my fault … I approached him, I’ve always wanted … wanted to be with him … and I know it’s wrong, but I was so overcome when I saw him, I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.” Said Lara, as Jackie kept her attention focused solely on me.

“It’s not you darling … it’s this big prick that’s laying in a hospital bed, since he can’t keep it in his pants, he does this shit all the time.” Said Jackie, just as the doctor came in.

“I could give you a few minutes.” Said the doctor, ready to retreat from my wife.

“No, that’s fine, no secrets here … this is my husband … Norman Jones, he has a big problem, it’s that fucking thing between his legs, the one that’s gotta be at least a foot long as were standing here, and you have my permission to cut the fucking thing off … Lara! You come with me, excuse us … I’m sorry, but out of sorts right now.” Said the true boss, Jackie, as I lay back, the doctor checking my vitals, easily noticing the massive bulge.

“Hi doc, I’m sorry, but I haven’t been this erect before, it’s epic.” I replied, resigned to my fate.

“Wow … are you? Oh my God … I know who you are.” Said the doctor, as he raised up the linen covering me, inspecting in silence, my swollen tool and massive balls.

“Yes indeed you are, the one and only. No wonder you passed out. Did you have enough fluids today?” Asked the attending physician, Dr. Creek.

“Yeah, I’m sure of that … I just had a moment, that’s all, I’m in great shape, it just … happened.” I replied.

“Well, with the way you’re equipped, you need to maintain your fluids, it’s critical. This ever happen before?” Asked Dr. Creek, as he checked my eyes.

“No.” I replied.

“Anything different happen this time, were you in an awkward position, where your blood flow may have been interrupted?” He asked.

“No.” I replied.

“Nothing different, or odd, didn’t take anything like Viagra, or other ED drugs?” He asked.

“No, not on any medications, but I am having the most horrifically sized erection of my life … it was epic, I’m still hard, and that little thing out in the hall … she did it … she brought from me to a size I never thought possible. It was something else, I was about to rip her open with it, when things started to get goofy. Before I know it, I’ve got people kneeling over me, and I’m being asked ‘How many fingers am I holding up?’, and all I wanted to do, was finish what I started. I’m fine, I want out, so finish up your papers, and get me out of here. As far as I’m concerned … we’re done here.”

 

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It didn’t take but another 45 minutes when I was released. Jackie didn’t say much on the drive home. I was still very swollen, well, actually, well beyond that, I was damn near full hard, I couldn’t will it away completely. When we arrived home, I showered, but what the hell is going on, my cock still wouldn’t back down. Jackie came in to check on me, as my hands explored a hardness and size that was awe inspiring …

“Norman? How are you?” Asked Jackie, as she came into the master bath, stopping dead in her tracks, as my hands explored my titanic cock … I was never bigger, it wasn’t just me, she saw it too.

“What the fuck?” Said Jackie in shock …

“I know … right? I don’t get it either … I doubt I’ve been harder, nor bigger … I can’t believe it.” I replied, as Jackie slowly approached, to explore what I had become.

“This is isn’t right Norman …” Said Jackie, but we didn’t do much talking after that, I fucked her but good, with a thickness I had never thought possible, I tore her up, and lasted until she had to plead me to stop. Even after I slayed my wife, and she lay pummeled in our bed, I went into the bathroom, to see in my reflection, the horrific size I had attained, and maintained. At the end of it all, it was fortunate that I had laid out the events of the afternoon, into the evening, explaining to Jackie all I could remember, that night, as I slept ... I was still swollen …

NEXT MORNING …

“Hey sleepy head … get up, it’s not like you to sleep in, not like this.” Said Jackie, as I was jostled awake by her pushing and pulling on my shoulder as she knelt on the bed.

“Thanks for last night, you really … My God … that was something else … like you were possessed, and I … I forgive you.” Said Jackie, as I looked on, rather confused, as she leaned in and kissed me.

“Yeah … yeah, my head is killing me, what? Forgive me? Forgive me for what? What the hell happened last night?” I asked, for my mind was searching for answers, since last night … wasn’t a blur … it wasn’t anything. I couldn’t remember a thing, and that never happens to me, and before she could ask, I noticed a bandage …

“What the hell is this?” I asked, removing a bandage from my inner arm, at my elbow, my cock was already distracting me, as it hung heavy, and at the ready to explode into a full blown hardon.

“Are you serious?” She asked. And as it turned out, I was serious, I didn’t have any recollections of anything that took place last night, when she mentioned Lara Dorn, I was searching my mind, trying to make sense of the name, since it rang a bell, but what did a little girl from our old neighborhood have to do with last night?

Jackie told me everything that she could remember when I explained myself, but nothing added up, I was still swollen, my cock was near a foot, abused, like nothing before, not until the hospital called with the final, and full blood work results from last night did things finally make sense. Jackie took the call, while I sat through a frustration that I had never experienced before, for I genuinely didn’t remember the events of last afternoon, night, or our love making after returning home from the hospital.

“Jesus Christ Norman … Rohypnol … ‘roofies’, that … and a large dose of Sildenafil better known as Viagra were in your blood. Somehow, somewhere … you were drugged, and I’ll bet that little bitch Lara did it to you.” Said Jackie, for she knows me, I don’t do drugs, I don’t take any medications, and I’ve never knowingly taken Viagra … never had to, nor wanted to, as for my wife, she was furious that she had apologized to Lara for my behavior, for I had clearly been taken advantage of.

“Let’s back track … well, you can’t, but from you said last night, you met Lara at that bookstore across from the hotel you frequent … and before that … you had a coffee over at Millie’s Mixers, that specialty coffee house, and that’s kiddy corner to the bookstore … you don’t think?” Said Jackie, as I sat back, useless, for I couldn’t confirm, nor deny anything … I simply didn’t remember.

After breakfast, Jackie and I went to Millie’s Mixers, and not long after entering, we got our answer, for little Lara did indeed work there, and must have spiked my coffee from behind the counter, doubtless, she had seen me in there before, and had planned this. I might’ve recognized her if she had ever served me, but none the less, she somehow managed to drug me, and followed me across the street, to dangle her fine body in front of me, and to lure me, a hopeless fuck acholic, into an amorous afternoon. And all the while, I was drugged up with a very healthy dose of Viagra, one that sent me into an uncharted territory of length and girth that I had never experienced before. I couldn’t believe it, as Jackie lit into her, while I, the supposedly sharp and smart stud, had been suckered into relations with 3 young women, all of whom … used me! I’ve lost a step or two, WTF.

The manager came out, and within a minute, little Lara was out of a job, on the hope, that we didn’t sue Millie’s Mixers. I let Jackie do all the talking, I was still loopy, and told her we should go to the hotel across the street, since I wanted to fuck … and I mean … right now. We paid for a room … and she got it good. So much for Lara, from what Jackie told me, little Lara must have been pretty good …

As for the family, they were kept out of it. Busy amongst themselves, none of them arrived home until late into the night on Friday, or early Saturday morning. I apparently railed by beautiful wife for over two hours, and fell asleep alongside her after a good shower, sadly, I don’t remember any of it, but it got me to thinking ...

 

[B_er]

Damn, must be possible that the viagra make Normal cock grow bigger permanently?

 

[ace91]

sadly, I don’t remember any of it, but it got me to thinking ...

Seems like Norman might have newfound interest now? Wonder what will he do next ..

.. and good to see you writing again checkin.

 

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Chapter 55

F E A R S

My wife is crazy. All women are, the sooner men realize that, the easier it is to understand. We’ve been in this house for 11 years, and never had a problem with our cleaning lady. She’s Polish, from the Upper Silesia region near the border of Czechoslovakia. Misha is not like most in her profession, she’s a rather sexy, slim, busty, 35 year old, but you never heard me say that, and no … I do not, nor have I ever, engaged in sexual relations with her. She comes in on Wednesday, and cleans the entire house, never a problem, nothing missing … ever … nothing broken, you couldn’t ask or dream of better.

Jackie got it in her head that some ‘things’ went missing in October and November, and after Thanksgiving, she was convinced of it. So, we had the entire house set up with cameras. Motion activated, concealed, I was working from home when it was installed, and we kept it to ourselves. We could watch any activity from our phones, which put it on me to have any private ‘encounters’ off the premises on the slim chance I might be recorded in error, but I rarely brought home my conquests. That first week, Misha did her usual, nothing wrong, nothing missing, she only took one small break, and poured herself a cup of orange juice, but she’s permitted to help herself to food and drinks at any time.

The second week, with both of us at work, Jackie came walking in … “Look at that …” She said, showing me her phone, for she had frozen a short video of Misha working in one of our living rooms. From that, we learned the terrible truth. Misha knew where things went, and sometimes, she would put them away in their proper place, wherever that might be, one of the closets, in the basement, and if say, Halloween were over, and she would see a decoration out of season. She would put them away. She knew where everything went, and sure enough, when we got home, Jackie found, to her amazement, every ‘missing’ thing, since they had been placed in their proper place or into storage. We promptly gave Misha a $50 a week raise. Once again. Idiot wife … check … gone off the rails … check … totally relieved … check.

It was a couple of days later, a Friday, once again, both of us at work, when my phone alerted me to someone in the house. I saw Wade in the entry, none of our children were made aware of the system we had installed, and I didn’t give it much thought, so I turned on the audio, as Wade called out for me, wondering if I was home.

I silently scolded him from my chair, since he was supposed to be at school, finals are next week for Christs sake, besides, he left the front door open, but it had purpose, for Ashley appeared, the very girl Jackie had witnessed with Wade poolside during the summer, Wade had brought home a friend. Just like the old man … a woman in every port. Since the system records constantly when activated, only to stop on our prompt, or erase after every two weeks, I didn’t know if I should tell Jackie, or call Wade to let him know he’s on Candid Camera. Since he had no idea we had security cameras installed.

But Jackie, like me, had been alerted, and watched from her desk, using the company land line to call me.

“Do you know what’s going on at home?” She asked.

“Yeah … was about to text you.” I replied.

“Wellllll???? What should we do?” She asked, waiting for my reply.

“Do you really have to ask?” As I heard dead air on the other end …

“No … let it roll.” Said my wife, as I knew she would. We secretly wanted something like this, our new camera system had an unintended benefit. He was our son, it was wrong, but the both of us had been drawn in, and since each of us had seen him in action without the other, this way, we could share in our son’s outlandish, horrifically sized equipment together. We would erase it later. We simply had to see him in action, there was no other answer.

“Honey … don’t watch it now, just let it go.” I replied, she responded to the affirmative, as we both sat at our desks, in wonder, at the events taking place at our home. Later, that night, Wade was nowhere to be found, his mother called, and he said that he was out with friends. We took the train to the station, we hardly spoke, we were clouded, anxious, for our son, had surely consumed that pretty little thing.

What’s wrong with us?

“Okay, it’s a one time thing … then we delete it … right?” Asked my wife, as I nodded along. We went to my PC to watch it on the ‘big screen’. I paused, as Jackie sat beside me … we’ve crossed this bridge before, one completely by accident, the other called over to a neighbor’s without knowledge of his neighbor’s ‘surprise’, but this was different, this was knowingly watching our overendowed son engage in ‘relations’ with a friend, this was a different moral, and ethical leap. While my hand hesitated over the mouse, Jackie covered my hand with hers, and did the deed … we were about to watch our son, obliterate a slim pretty little thing from a few yards over … or maybe? … they’ll just play “Halo”.

The cameras were all working as designed, as they followed the pair into the kitchen, they were playful, they had some wine, idiots … you’re under age. She cornered Wade, and began to kiss him, both of us were disappointed, wondering if Heather was out of our son’s life, and as Ashley pulled away, the bulge in Wade’s sweats was simply stunning, and horrifying. Maybe it was the cameras, adding a few pounds, but his huge prick was at least a foot. Jackie, said nothing, like me, in a trance, that Wade could be that fucking huge.

They kept pecking and playing with each other from the kitchen to Wade’s room, as they entered, Ashley was pulling at Wade’s massive organ through his sweats, as Jackie, sitting on my right … “Honey … we shouldn’t be doing this.” She said, as I pushed the mouse towards her … “Stop it yourself. I’m fine either way.” I replied, but I already knew her answer … “You prick … leaving it all on me.” She replied, just as Ashley began to reveal our son’s growing member, both of us thankful, that we had a good view, one … that was probably too good.

“Jesus … Norman … he looks to be your size … and he’s not even full hard.” Said my wife in a whisper, as we watched our son’s massive tool flex, twist and grow as Ashley kissed Wade, while his organ added an inch and another. For indeed, it was already at his knees, it simply dwarfed me, it’s thickness was greater than Ashley’s little arms, and as Jackie and I watched, Ashley knelt before him, and literally pulled it out further, making it add a crippling thickness to it’s already sick length. It was not possible for him to couple with her … “Don’t worry, he’s too big for her, she didn’t attempt anything with him poolside.” Said Jackie, but I knew it already, for her hands welcomed a much deserved reward, as Wade sat back, his stallion masterpiece was filling out, and he was so big, that I had to release my straining cock, as Jackie stood to undress, for we were going to enjoy this, just as much as Ashley and Wade were about to do.

 

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I’ve been there, the unbridled adoration, and lust, the power you feel, the appreciation, but this … this was different, for Wade’s gargantuan tool, lifted us all to a new level, as Ashley’s little hands brought forth a size, that neither I nor Jackie could understand, his cock went out much further than my own, it’s thickness was astounding, their four hands had so much room, too much room, as he displayed a flesh weapon that shouldn’t exist.

As Jackie and I engaged each other, we noticed the front door camera activate and split the screen, it was Heather, we both wondered what argument would ensue, and as we watched, she wasn’t unexpected, she quickly disrobed, and joined Ashley in paying their respects to our son’s magnificent prick.

Satisfaction spilled from Wade’s face as the two slim girls laid into his giant meat, trading off, and making the entire sick thing glisten in their spit, as he played with their tight bodies, his appreciation showed greatly, as his horse cock grew towards a crippling size, as both girls labored over it, Heather and Ashley both took a turn administering a lathering to his sloppy balls, as his cock soared, Heather rubbed her breasts along it, as Wade continued to play with their pussies, they eventually laid him flat, , as they squatted over him, and rubbed their pussy’s over his fat hog, cumming over him, for he had plenty of room, more than enough beef for them both.

Ashley, watched, joined in, and admired Heather as she took on Wade at his most torturous size, just as before, he split her wide, as he pummeled her with eight or nine inches of his hideously thick prick, they both took turns as Wade ran his heavy fat prick over their pussy’s, each came violently, multiple times, as they ended up on the end of his mouth and hands, with a finishing fuck of Heather, that left her ravaged. Wade released his load into Ashley’s cute face, her slim arms worked the gigantic prick, directing his load over her face, and body, as Heather lay slayed, demolished by Wade’s massive tool.

Meanwhile, I had entered Jackie in doggie, as she strained her neck upwards, watching the trio, marveling at Wade’s gigantic horse prick. I matched his thrusts into Heather with my own, as our private sex show revealed how enormous Wade’s prick became just prior to cumming. It lashed out further, for as he switched positions, Jackie came with me in her, marveling as the head of his hanging elephant cock, went below his knees, his thickness, and dimensions dwarfed me, it was just the fuel I needed as I came deep within Jackie, blasting my load just seconds before Wade’s gargantuan tool let loose while he stood, it’s load let loose towards the floor, as the girls quickly laid down, as Wade brought his fire hose prick to fire the last of his load onto each girl, as they lapped up the hellishly sized organs leavings.

Wade straddled Ashley as the grotesque organ leaked into her open mouth, his size so great, that he didn’t have to lean in even an inch, as Jackie and I took in the savagely huge masterpiece, it’s load so great, that there was plenty still falling, as his muscled body, leaned in to pick up Heather, to lay her down, and ruin her for any other, Jackie twisted under me as we both came multiple times. As Wade man handled these two girls with such ease, it was then the screen split, and a voice was heard, a male voice, both Jackie and I didn’t know who this young man was, but he didn’t waste time, as Wade’s seemingly spent prick rose up to meet it’s newest victim, as the young man took it in his hands, and began to insert the huge head into his mouth. ‘Holy fuck’ was said in unison, by both Jackie and myself, as the young man’s mouth opened like that of a snake, a circus performer he must surely be, as Wade’s massive thick tool went into this man’s mouth and down his throat so deeply, that his throat expanded, we both could make out the hellish fat pole literally in his throat, both girls came in close as roughly seven fat inches disappeared, impossible, since Wade’s huge prick, was much fatter than a soda can.

But he wasn’t finished, he went after it again after catching his breath, as ever more of Wade’s fat prick disappeared, the girls were astonished, as Wade’s face told the whole story, as his prick got thicker, the veins straining, as his young charge managed the impossible feat of taking in nearly 8 or 9 inches. Doubtless, Wade loved getting head, but how? For as the young man took in the hellish organ, it began to noticeably get fatter, longer, until the young man had to release the fucking heavy thing. As it pulled free, a massive amount of stringy saliva came with it, long strands that left a lasting sticky, wet impression. “Sorry man, I gotta back off, you’re getting too big.” Said the young man, as Wade’s cock took that as a challenge, for it grew even larger, as Wade’s excitement grew so great that he let loose another drenching load, as all three of his charges dove in to covet the leavings of their super stud.

“You’re the only one who’s taken so much, I fucking love it.” Said Wade, as his powerful hand directed the young man’s head towards his spent massive prick, forcing him to again suck the hellish thing. He did so willingly, until Wade’s cock once again exceeded his abilities. He was gifted, as he went after it again and again, until Wade’s pole was so abused, that it had achieved a size that was beyond hope, both Jackie and I looked on, awestruck, as did all his partners. Just like me, he had reached his maximum, gargantuan … didn’t do it justice. When released, the head easily passed below his kneecaps, as the heavy fucking thing bobbed, trying to rise, it was a violent orgasm, as his cum spat forth with great force from his beyond massive piece. Jackie gulped, and looked at me speechless, neither of us had ever seen him like that, even the girls sat back, and masturbated over it’s glorious dimensions. I could never approach anything like that, an epic disgusting, gross oversized prick, that was unusable except for viewing. The pride he showed, as his guests gathered at his feet, and used all their hands to completely finish him off.

We deleted the recording, vowing to never watch him again, but could we really hold out? Only time will tell.



In closing … It’s me … Jackie, I have to add a couple things …

First, that my husband exaggerates a bit regarding Wade’s endowment, for my husband isn’t that far removed from Wade’s massive tool. It’s just that he’s not used to seeing something so huge on another man.

Second, I’m not crazy … just look at what I live with. My husband ... is a dork …

 

[suckmachine]

BRAVO CHECKIN! LOVED these last chapters! Amazing story! THIS dream of a story has to be real...somewhere on earth. I must find my Norman or Wade to totally satisfy or die trying...

 

[B_er]

Loved! Well write like always, the Jackie coment was very fun!
I wonder when Norman will face his son about sizes

 

[BigBen]

I was surprised … my first impressions were all positive, there’s more to him than I thought. That my preference for a man taller than myself suddenly meant … nothing.[/QUOTE]

Long ago in college a very tall woman was a friend of mine...decades later she still is...she is 6'0". She had started dating a guy who was all of 5'5". He was also very endowed...but the height thing was bothering her when she knew he was getting ready to marry her...so she discussed it with her mother and how it bothered her that she was so much taller than him, and even more so in heels...she towered over him. She told me what her mother said to her...(while we were having a "friends with benefits" Saturday afternoon and she was playing with my endowment and had months before had told me how he was endowed compared to mine).....she told me that her mother told her words to the effect of "when you are alone in bed, just the two of you, and you two are kissing and having sex...and he is inside you and you orgasm from him and he is orgasming inside you, you won't care at all that your toes don't touch..."

Which I thought, and told my friend, that was good advice and that her mother (who I had met) was a very smart woman....

She was also worried I had stretched out her too much for even her boyfriend...future husbands...very wide extreme girth cock...but he had told her that he loved that she had fucked a guy even larger...and they were in love...so following her mothers great advice...they got married...she towered over him at their wedding.

 

[BigBen]

Chapter 16 Norman

Jackie’s Time

Eyes are always on me. From women, men, young and old. I’ve been eye candy since before puberty, and after I filled out it became much worse. I’ve worked hard for my position at my work, but there are doubters, who either think I fucked or sucked my way to top, or that it was a “favor” that might be expected after I was promoted, but I’ve worked my ass off, I have to, since my looks work against me, just as much as they work for me. Sure, let the pretty girl whine and cry, doors aren’t just opened for her, they are busted down. In many cases you would be right. I do live in a different world than most, but I’ve always understood that. People are superficial, they like attractive things. Unlike many handsome people, I get it, I got lucky in the gene pool. I’m thankful for it. I am humbled.

I’ve been hit on my entire life, from older men, sometimes much older, just as often by much younger men or boys. Or should I include all men as “boys” since I tend to bring out the “boy” in most every man, they think my body is going to be their “playground” or jungle gym. Just because it is expected … doesn’t make it welcome. The same can be said of women, and couples. Even gay couples, not just lesbians. I’ve been asked into threesomes with gay men, orgy’s, mutual masturbation, plus a host of other twisted things, some of which I had to look up. It never ceases to amaze me … the lengths people will go to, seemingly, without any moral compass … in attempting to get me into their beds.

The one thing I denied myself was the thought of a well-endowed men. I can say now, that I repressed that urge … that it was always there … lingering … festering … longing … but I suppressed the want … it was something I could live without. I have always had a boyfriend, or husband. I’ve always been with someone.

I can tell you, if Norman had asked me out a second time … I would’ve said NO. There is no denying that the only reason I considered giving him a second chance, was due to what I overheard in that bathroom with Katie and Brooke. Yes, I was being superficial, it’s cold and hard, but men treat me like eye candy all the time, payback can be a bitch. It scares me, that … that I went off the rails over his … well … his size, or that something like that would matter. Since I wasn’t that person, but clearly … I was that person … a woman who craved a large cock … I mean “REALLY CRAVED HUGE COCK”. Ever since that moment, there hasn’t been a day when I don’t lust after it. Maybe, I think I’m worth it, that my good looks demand something exceptional in return.

But it’s neither here nor there. I am a size queen … I’ve always been a size queen. I love the stretch, the visual … OMG the visual … is astounding … the bigger the better certainly fits my desires in bed, and out. Since I’ve been with Norman … being out with him in public … it’s like … I have this secret … that the man next to me … is bigger than yours … longer than yours … thicker than yours … that no other man will ever measure up. Go ahead … ask me out … undress me with your eyes … but you will never top the gargantuan, over the top endowment of the man next to me … he may look bookish with his wire rim glasses, and receding, thinning hair … but between his legs is a monster beyond all others, that the body underneath is cut and hard, and what made me fall in love with him … rests between his ears.

Norman is caring, smart, funny, calculating, giving, considerate and the biggest thing … he’s all about me and our family. Don’t be quick to judge the “calculating” part of my description. Norman is on top of everything, always a step ahead of me, and that’s not easy to do. He’s taken out life insurance, set up accounts for the kid’s college funds, and much more, his life planning for our family is simply put … incredible. To Dan, my first husband, thanks for being a complete dick, since without you … I wouldn’t have found Norman. At least you were good for something. Oh, and keep working dipshit, we’re liking the money.

There’s a certain freedom or liberation from knowing, who, and what you are. First, I love Norman and my children, but my second love, is my overriding lust for big cock. There is nothing wrong with knowing what you want, with being a size queen. It allows me to physically and mentally feel. There is nothing like the sensation of being filled. Even now, after all of our many love making sessions. His size makes it feel like the first time, every time. I will never be able to take all of him. He hits bottom, he stretches me, and incredibly … he continues to grow. He’s both longer and thicker than when I first met him. We think it’s because of his enormous starting point, and that continued use has added even more meat to that incredible horse cock. There is no doubt … my course in life is set … and I couldn’t be happier … I wish everyone could feel this way … it’s simply … beyond description.

Okay … you’re wondering … were there questions? At work, from friends … of course. When I told Ashley, we were at lunch, having a girl’s day out, she was stunned, that I must be exaggerating … I noticed … I’m sure everyone who looked over noticed. That Ashley has some really responsive nipples, they were huge … betraying her … and exciting me … since mine were on the rise as well.

She wanted details … so I gave them. From one size queen to another, it got pretty heated. We got quiet as the waiter came over, and we both watched his eyes dart from her breasts to mine … we were both keyed up. I licked my lips so he could see, and flashed him a killer smile, asking for more wine. He damn near fell down, running off to take care of us. We both teased the hell out of him, and there was palpable jealousy from Ashley as we parted. She took my hand in hers, and told me …

“You’re going home to get pounded aren’t you? You lucky girl.” Said Ashely on the exhale.

“Yes … yes I am.” I said with a smile.

When I got home, I left the car running. Walked past Norman without a word, loaded the car with the kids, and took them to my parents house. Norman, didn’t say anything, he stood at the door with a puzzled look watching me drive off. When I got back, and ran up the steps, Norman was waiting …

As Norman started to say … “Is everything …?” I took my left hand and covered his mouth, shoving back onto the couch, and proceeded to undress him as awkwardly, and as quickly as I could.

“Ummm … Hello? Who are you?” Said Norman as I began to literally rape him. “Wow … welcome home!” Said Norman as his giant cock became exposed as my hands brought him up to the desired length and thickness so he could bring it. I still had my shirt and skirt, but my panties came off in a hurry as I mounted the giant thick beast. I hadn’t said a word.

“You know, you should come home like this more often.” Said an appreciative Norman. I moaned as his beast grew thicker inside me. I fell down onto the all familiar beast dick, and knew he still had some room to grow … to get harder. I felt him bottoming out, and let my bodies weight try to force in even more.

Through labored breathing I told Norman of my lunch time fun … “I told Ashley … told her how big you are … made her jealous … told her … I was going home … to get drilled by my stud … God Norman … I love your giant cock.” I came, knees shaking, as Norman grabbed my waist to help steady me. My body was quivering like a leaf on a tree.

Judging from what some women have shared and confided in me how they think and feel and lust....this may be the best, well written...true to a real life super size queens heart and mind...that you have yet written.

 

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Chapter 56

A shock to the system.

After what happened with Lara, and her drugging of my husband. Norman had an idea, he enjoyed the effects of the Viagra, and while not difficult to obtain, Viagra is a prescription drug. All it would take is a phone call, since he and his doctor have a ‘special’ relationship, it wouldn’t be a problem, but I defer to the first time Norman met his ‘new’ doctor, it took place 12 or 13 years ago, this short flashback, will give good context for what’s to follow.

Norman’s physical was coming due, always the first week of December, and his appointment had been set up a year ago, so it would be no big deal, except for the fact his doctor had passed away a month ago, and only now, on arrival, did Norman realize … he would be seeing someone new.

“Good morning … I’m Norman Jones … I’ve got an eight o’clock appointment with doctor Shields.” Said Norman, unaware of his doctors passing.

“Good morning Mr. Jones … I’m sorry … haven’t you heard? … I’m sorry, it’s apparent you weren’t notified, but Doctor Shields passed away last month. You’ve been moved over to doctor Preston. I hope that’s okay?” Said Marie, the receptionist.

“That’s terrible, I’m so sorry.” Said Norman.

“It was sudden, a brain aneurysm took him at his home.” She replied.

“Well, this is a shock, I’m so sorry. I wonder … is doctor Ward available? If memory serves, I believe doctor Preston is a woman … I would prefer a man.” Said Norman, feeling it would be inappropriate to have a woman physician due to his rather prodigious endowment. Besides, as far as Norman knew, Doctor Shields had successfully kept Norman’s prodigious endowment hidden from the staff. Something which he had greatly appreciated. For Norman never received any ‘knowing’ looks during any of his once yearly visits.

“Again, I’m sorry, doctor Ward isn’t taking new patients, he’s tapped out. Doctor Preston is more than qualified. If it’s really an issue … uummmm Doctor Shields replacement is starting in two weeks … did you want to wait till then?” Said Marie giving Norman the pensive look all receptionists give after a question.

“No … that’s fine for now.” Said Norman, taking a seat in the waiting room. After 5 minutes …

“Norman Jones … Norman Jones …?” Asked a nurse as Norman followed her into the back.

“Beautiful weather we’re having, did you have a nice holiday?” She asked, in reference to Thanksgiving, and after Norman’s reply to the affirmative … “Okay let’s turn right and you’re the third door down on the right … terrible thing about doctor Shields.” Said the nurse, as she pointed to the scale.

“Please stand here Mr. Jones … I’ll get your blood pressure, weight, check your heart rate etc.” Said the nurse … who added … “Well … you don’t look the part of 165 pounds … must be all muscle.” Looking him up and down, she clearly approved of a man whom took care of himself. She had no idea, my husband was, and still is … a rock.

The nurse entered his results into the computer … “Okaayyyy … well … everything looks good … please remove your shoes, pants and shirt, you can leave your underpants and sox on … the doctor will be in shortly.” Handing Norman a paper like cover to cover himself with. Away she went. Norman removed his clothes, and covered himself taking a seat on the bench, and covered his lap in the paper, his massive uncircumcised penis sticking out from under his underpants. His eyes wandered the room, checking his watch … he mumbled “Yeah right … ‘shortly’,” it was almost 10 minutes … until he finally heard someone outside.

As the door began to open … it paused … as he heard the doctor … “Yeah … no … have her come in next week … Thursday … it’s my only open day …” Said Doctor Preston. Norman had heard of her, but didn’t remember seeing her before, she made quite an impression … she was barely 30, beautiful, slim … just Norman’s type … if he were in the market.

She turned into the room … and stopped dead in her tracks … Norman’s cut upper body, and bulging arms immediately hit all her sexual buttons … her first thoughts had to be … stay professional … you’ve seen everything before … besides … he’s married … but her body was reacting … her nipples began to gather momentum.

“Good morning Mr. Jones … I’m Doctor Preston … so sorry about Doctor Shields … it was a shock to all of us.” Said the good doctor, shaking his hand, then sitting at the computer to check Norman’s blood test results from the prior week.

“He seemed fine, he’s my age.” Said Norman.

“Well, a brain aneurysm gives little to no warning … he dropped in his kitchen right in front of his wife, dead on the spot, it was terrible. Soooo … let’s get the focus on to you. Okaaayyyyy … well, your numbers are great, and by looking at you … your body weight is off for someone your height, but clearly, it’s all muscle. You must work out a bit … hopefully you’re not using any supplements that could cause you harm?” She asked, turning towards him to confirm that his gains were natural.

“No … none of that stuff, I take the usual things from GNC, whey etc. I eat right. Nothing like steroids or anything in that vein.” Said Norman as she moved into position to listen to his breathing … as she got in close … Norman could faintly smell her perfume, it smelled terrific.

“Okay … breath in … again …” Said Doctor Preston, moving the stethoscope into different positions along his chest, then back … “aannnddd again. Okay, you sound good.” She admired his cut back and V shape, feeling a little weak in the knees … she continued to check him over … getting to the point where Norman wondered if he should warn her …

 

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“Okay, from your blood work, we don’t need to use the ‘finger’, your PSA levels are great … so … I’ll need you to stand … and drop your underpants.” Of course, she had seen ‘everything’ … but this … this was something that required some warning, Norman was sure of it.

Her focus was on the computer screen, while typing in some notes, when Norman politely said …

“Ummm … I should warn you … I’m rather well endowed, and it might be a shock of sorts … just sayin’.” Said Norman, as he stood off the bench, removed the paper sheet, and began to lower his underpants, the huge soft shaft now released into the air as he finished his sentence, lowering his underpants to his ankles …

“I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t seen be………..” She never finished the word, her eyes, mind, soul … could not begin to comprehend the many fat inches of meat once tucked along Norman’s left leg. The monumental uncircumcised slab dwarfed anything in her wildest sexual dreams … as it plopped free it swayed and bounced against his leg. Norman could hear her gulp … her nipples were instantly responding, she had big ones, her mouth salivating at the uncircumcised behemoth before her, for it hung within two feet of her face, which from her seated position, was level with her head, it left little to the imagination … if she didn’t know it then, it hit like a sledgehammer, for she was like me, a ‘hidden’ size queen, her denial of that fact, melted away in one glance, for what she saw … she wanted … in the worst way.

The length and thickness were already massive for a man if erect … Norman’s beautiful piece was insanely huge, completely soft, begging to be touched, admired, and it left Norman a little uncomfortable since she should’ve said something by now … anything. He waited, trying to avoid looking at her, since her silence, and wide-eyed stare, was having an effect on him. He had to distract himself, he knew himself too well, he could feel it twitch, he only hoped he could control it.

“AAAhhh … you okay?” Asked Norman … his words slapping her out of it.

“Yes … yes … I’m sorry … I didn’t expect … expect … that … that’s amazing … I’m sorry … so sorry. I didn’t intend to be inappropriate.” Said the cute doctor as she stood. Each word followed by a breath as she reacted uncontrollably to the enormous shaft, and all the while … she looked upon it … couldn’t take her eyes off it … they got wider, and wider still as it twitched and began it’s trek to the floor … her mouth hung open … staring upon the giant as it began to gradually inflate.

“Doctor? DOCTOR? Isn’t this heading somewhere?” Said Norman, embarrassed that his monster was responding … frustrated that she was so attractive … and that her response to his massive tool was exciting him. His final sentence stung, for it implied something, purely unintended, but really? As he thought to himself … ‘Did I just say? “Isn’t this heading somewhere?” I’m an idiot.’

“I’m so sorry … how unprofessional of me … and here … I thought I had seen everything … I’m sorry … I’ve been corrected, please don’t be offended.” Said the good doctor as she released a long exhale, trying to compose herself … Norman, with all his might was trying to stop the erecting tool … and only now, was he regaining control …

“Okay … I’ll need to check you for a hernia … I’m going to cup your scrotal sac, and ask you to cough.” Said the good doctor, putting on rubber gloves, struggling to avert her eyes from the overly endowed, slim, musclebound, suddenly extremely sexy man.

What she said next … wasn’t intended for him to hear … it was a simple natural response, to the massive balls that she was about to place near her hands … like his massive tool … a single one would fill her hand … she was beyond stunned … her medical training hadn’t prepared her for this … ever so softly … under her breath, she muttered … “My God.”

Norman could see her trebling … her hands were in, feeling the heat … disbelieving at the enormous equipment on display … Norman’s hard cut body … how well this total package must be for a lover to experience … she began to realize she would do anything to see him fully erect, what a glorious sight it must be …

One ball could easily fill her hand … the hanging enormous shaft dangled invitingly, tempting her, as she struggled to find the words …

“Pla … pla … please turn your head to the right … and cough … again … again …” She couldn’t believe the heat, and enormity … it was so freakishly large and heavy …

“Turn to your left … cough … again … again …” She released the oversized package and took a few steps back … Norman had lost some control … he could feel the head peeling free … it nearly brushed against her thighs.

Norman couldn’t hide it … her wonderful, slim attractive body was in so close, he lost what little control he had over his beyond huge organ, she had to notice, inconceivable that she couldn’t see it’s ever increasing mass … in the time it took her to check for a hernia … it had added a few inches … and the thickness made it unusable. As she pulled away, her gaze upon it drew a quiet gasp of disbelief …

Norman let the doctor get a good look … and realizing she wasn’t resisting … he let it grow … he didn’t touch it … didn’t have to … it went beyond fantasy … and continued to surge well past any plausible size … all the while … flexing and twitching as more and more volume were added … the head had peeled free, revealing the massive pink head, the shaft started to bounce … trying to rise up … as the veins became defined … and it’s color darker … more menacing … the good doctor stood in awe of it … unprepared for the enormity … her mind taking mental pictures of his unforgettable appendage … her body and mind, frozen in place.

“I’m sorry … I can’t understand this … no one is this big … or should be this big … did you have something done? I don’t understand … how can this be?” Said an overwhelmed, and overcome physician, awestruck at the tempting masterpiece that was endlessly growing before her. She had broken her silence since the moment demanded it. Norman saw her gulp, her eyes squinted, trying to come to grips with what was surely impossible, for surely, no man, can be that big.

“I’m the one who should be saying ‘I’m sorry’, but I did try to warn you. I’m quite large, the biggest I’ve seen, and I know it’s a lot to take in … you’ll never see a bigger one … ever … I should know … I used to work men’s clubs … and had thousands of men and women appreciate my cock … had plenty come in trying to best me for size … no one ever came close … of all the people in the world … you’re witness to possibly the largest cock on the planet.” Said Norman confidently, as he pulled up the massive tool, and displayed his outlandish long fat meat for her to appreciate … this moment could never be forgotten … nor surpassed … that this prodigious beast dick had no peer … nor competition.

Bolder … she moved in closer … “Do you mind? May I …?” She asked, surprised how forward she had become … stepping outside her normal health care boundaries … but she knew … instinctively … that Norman was okay with it … he released the mighty slab into her small hands … the doctors shaking hands gave way slightly due to the enormous weight, she pulled it aloft … the hot, heavy, ungodly huge organ was far too large … a freak of nature … she studied the grotesque thing … admiring the over the top dimensions, the sheer beauty … the magnificence, how heavy it was, easily longer and much thicker than her forearm, … so tempted to pull, tug … and honor it’s improbable horrific size … she held it far longer than she should, each passing second was making it worse … adding to her guilty pleasure … who was she kidding … there was zero guilt … it must be appreciated … respected … she studied it … as anyone of science might do.

 

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“Here … if you don’t mind … I can show you … just how big I can get.“ Said Norman, as his hands replaced hers, his eyes looking towards her, as she silently nodded, and took a step back, watching in astonishment as Norman began to stroke his insanely huge cock to ever greater dimensions … the good doctor didn’t protest, she wanted exactly this, she watched in awe … captivated by the still erecting tool … as he added length and ever more girth to his already crippling monstrous size … she placed a single hand upon it, for it didn’t simply exceed any previous lover, it demolished them, it made them all seem so unworthy. She licked her lips, and tried to encircle it’s horrendous girth, but couldn’t come close to encircling it with her little hand, she could feel her heartbeat, she could feel the heat of his beast, what she wouldn’t do …

Norman caught himself … wondering what the hell was he doing … but he quickly realized, the normal rules don’t apply, for if she wanted him to stop, all she had to say was a single word, but she didn’t.

Transfixed on the gargantuan tool, completely captivated, she licked her lips, and began to reach for her already sloppy pussy, for she clearly appreciated every inch, and every delicious moment that it was on display. Doubtless, she had never thought it possible, doubtless, no medical training could ever prepare her for something like this.

Brandishing the now completely hard and engorged shaft he let her get a really good look. Well past a foot long, and insanely thick, it’s dimensions were that of a stud horse. It was all she needed to send herself over the edge … she came violently … she fell hard … her hand working it’s magic over her mound … through her clothes … ever more turned on by the totally inappropriate actions of herself … and this incredible stud … his incomparable cock would live in her sexual fantasies for many years forward … she was quaking, her spine tingled, weak from her rapture, enjoying it fully, as Norman proudly brandished the huge thing, letting her appreciate each thick inch, the huge head began leaking precum, as she ever so slowly, coming down from her orgasm, began to collect herself.

Like the stud he was, he released the huge prick as it slapped against his muscled thighs, allowing her the honor of seeing it in this state. He charged, and plenty, for someone to see him like this, his hourly rate at the club exceeded hers by a wide margin, as his fat organ hung down heavy, leaking a trail of precum onto the floor, so menacing, intimidating, taunting her, for she couldn’t look away. Her mind swirled in disbelief, wondering what it would be like to even attempt a coupling with his beast dick. Norman allowed her the time to recover, for she had never done anything inappropriate in all her time as a doctor, she had crossed the line … they both knew … that at the heart of it … she didn’t care one damn bit. That she was this ‘easy’, made it even harder for Norman to control his massive prick, as it ‘danced’ between his thighs.

“Thank you Mr. Jones … you should sell tickets. I must … take my leave of you now … I can’t believe … that, shouldn’t be possible … I doubt I should be your doctor … I’m sure you understand … I’m too … involved. Please dress … I’ll make sure you’re placed … with either doctor Ward … or our new incoming physician. I’m sorry … I’m just so overcome … I doubt you’re surprised … but that’s the most beautiful, most enormous cock … anywhere … I’ll never forget you … thank you … thank you again for sharing with me … your giant gift.” Her reply was heartfelt, she surprised herself, for there could be consequences for her actions, but she couldn’t get over what she had witnessed, for indeed, it had to be seen to be believed.

Doctor Preston, made it to the hallway, finding it difficult to compose herself, steadying herself against the wall, making sure no one saw her, assuring herself that this would remain between them. In shock at her reaction, how turned on she had become … how much she wanted that oversized toy inside her, how completely inappropriate she had been … how delicious, and insidious the event had been, delaying her next appointment … retiring to her office, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm with her hands, the sights and heat of his devilish massive tool, and chiseled body, forever locked, deep within her mind.

She found herself out of control, something that had never happened to her before. This isn’t who she is, she’s a professional, she’s not like this. She looked at herself in the mirror, arranging her hair, her breathing heavy, cursing herself for having fallen outside her oath … cursing the luck of having witnessed something she so desperately wanted, but could seemingly never have … just a few moments before … she knew the world … her place in it … she had it all … but was now tormented by the man who would seemingly walk out of her life forever … welcome to the world of disappointment … welcome to the world of Norman Jones. A hellish, walking, lust inducing, horse hung beast of a man …

And while she contemplated her actions, Norman got dressed, and waited for his massive tool to subside … it would be me … who would be the beneficiary of this encounter … as a warmed up Norman returned home, and later that day, proceeded to take me apart … while recounting the whole dirty episode.

That same day, unknown to us both … Doctor Preston had promptly visited the nurse’s station …

“Yes doctor?” Asked nurse Ames, anticipating the doctor’s request, noticing the doctor seemed a little out of sorts.

“Yes … Yes … I want Mr. Jones … Mr. Norman Jones … to be my patient from now on … make a note of it.” Said Doctor Preston with newfound determination … clearly … she wasn’t finished … nor satisfied.

It didn’t take long. She knew what she wanted. She went through Norman’s file, and after two agonizing days, placed a discrete, and highly inappropriate call to my Norman. She wanted two things, to love and cherish his beast prick, and for him to impregnate her. They succeeded on both counts. Norman confessed his coupling with his doctor those many years ago, and today … she a single mother of five … all of them Norman’s children. His first encounter resulted in a girl, the second, a son, the third, triplets. Norman’s doctor remains single, has no intentions of marrying.

So, when he called her after his recent Black Friday ‘event’ at the hands of Lara Dorn, asking for a prescription for Viagra, there was no hesitation, no questions asked, but one … the good doctor wanted a ‘ride’ on the end of my husbands oversized tool when on Viagra. She would soon get one, the ride of her life.

The good doctor got her thrill ride, as Norman’s tool expanded to it’s maximum, both longer and thicker than she had remembered, but all the more gut wrenching in her bodies, and minds response to it’s already surreal dimensions. She quaked on the end of him, never before, had she felt him at this size … this was entirely something new. Her ‘forbidden’ relationship with Norman destroyed her for any other man, as she has paid dearly to engage in relations with him throughout these many years.

Too busy for dating due to her profession, and the responsibilities of five children. She had long ago given up her search for a man that could match even a small portion of what Norman could provide. It’s a unique, and satisfying relationship for them both. It’s only a small part of what I must put up with.

Neither Norman, nor I, thought much of it at the time, but ‘something’ was happening. That call to his doctor for a Viagra prescription would indeed have a profound effect on our life …

 

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I'm not surprised why the Doctor want him to be his patient, Dont think she ever saw a man like him.

I wonder if he have beated any porn actor, like Rocco Sigred os Danny D. LOL

 

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Chapter 57

My Confession

It’s me again, my husband has this writing day off, and for good reason, this is my story, my confession.

I was alone, out Christmas shopping, it was a nice North Carolina day, we don’t get winters like much of the country, but it was a chilly day for NC, and I had bundled up. I couldn’t help but notice a very attractive man who was clearly interested in me. Like me, he was shopping all right, he saw something he liked, and I was just what he wanted. I was much older, I put his age a roughly 20 or more years younger, but I’m still a dish, I get catty looks from women half my age, jealous of me, for I, like my husband, don’t seem to be affected by the aging process as are ‘regular’, let’s say ‘undesigned people’. What do you know? I just created a new term.

I quickly adapted to being one of Werner Schmidt’s creations, like my husband, we reveled in this knowledge, sinful I know, we were ‘special’, with special advantages, and one of mine, is my undying allure, I’ve never once failed to be attractive to both sexes, annoyingly so, but I thought I might have some fun with this one, his one ‘fatal attraction’, for I had never cheated on, nor dallied about with any man my entire life. I didn’t need to, in my adult life, I was always attached, except for the time immediately after my divorce, and my strong family bond, another of my designed features, seemingly at odds with the level of attraction I secured from Werner’s design.

He was too easy, so easy in fact, it frightened me, for I had never explored this ‘power of my allure’ before, unsure of the consequences. It was an impulse, something I rarely engage in. He was very attractive, he paid for a room, and as it all began, it was all so strange, I felt outside of my body. I had to laugh a couple of times, which undoubtedly must have turned him off a tad, but I had a tortuously endowed, muscled, and masterful lover as a husband, and while very attractive and attentive, for what I was used to, he fumbled along like a virgin compared to my husband, he didn’t have anything close to the skill set of my Norman, seriously, who could.

I won’t go into the details of what we did, it’s pointless, sophomoric, it was maybe a three on a scale of 10, with my Norman being a 15, but maybe I’m being to hard on him, since what he followed, simply has no equal, and after he finished, and I say ‘he finished’, since I did not, I faked my orgasm as he came to make him feel good about it all, but I lay back, and realized, just how lucky, and blessed I was, thankful, that this onetime event was over, ample confirmation of Norman’s greatness, as regret reared it’s ugly head, as my new ‘friend’, talked of doing this over and over again. A window opened, with a whisper of warning, that a clinging, possibly dangerous situation had been born.

“Randy … this was fun, but I’m happily married, and … I just wanted to try something ‘different’.” As I explained my reasoning to my one and only one timer. Pulling up the covers, to hide myself from him, guilty, as I thought of our family, in disbelief that I had crossed this unthinkable line.

“Ohhhh come on. This was good. You were great, you’re so beautiful. You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever been with, come on … no one I’ve ever been with has ever been close to you. I felt a connection here.” Said my younger lover, not knowing ‘me’ in the slightest, we had just met, I was simply ‘Trying something on.’

“A connection? Really? We just met, you know nothing about me, ab-so-lute-ly nothing.” I replied, as my young charge wasn’t finished, not nearly. Surely, he had seen my wedding and engagement rings. Did he really think I was throwing my life away in less than two hours?

“I don’t want to end it here, let’s do this again, soon.” He replied. As I pulled the covers in tighter.

“You know what? I should go.” I replied, as his soul died, he was taking this hard, really hard.

“What did I do wrong?” He asked, his shoulders dropped, his manhood threatened.

“Okay … here it is. I’m a married woman, and you told me you’re what 30 years old? I’m 52 … yes … that’s right 52, I’m a mother of 4, all in college or recently graduated. I’m a career business woman, out shopping, curious about what it would feel like to be with someone else, but wanting nothing more. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, and we’re a generation apart, to make it even more confusing for you … I love my husband, with every part of me, but since he cheats so often, I thought I might try it, to see what it was like … you’re a good ‘kid’, but you’re no ‘match’ for me, or the life I’ve created. It’s not going to happen. Consider yourself lucky, for you’re only the fourth man I’ve ever been with, and I live with the one I will end this life with.” I stated, clearly, he should get the message, that there is no ‘hope’ here, that there is no ‘us’.

“You can’t be 52, that’s not possible, a mother of four? Well … where are your stretch marks, come on, you’re fit, trim, your breasts firm, maybe, maybe mid thirties, your skin isn’t like anyone at 50 that I know. Are you afraid of being hurt? I won’t, I couldn’t … you’re fantastic in bed, you’re face … I could look at it the rest of my life … you’re going to haunt me … forever.” Said my young lover, clueless of where I had been, what I had seen, lived through.

“Your husband?! Is an idiot! How could he cheat on you? You’re perfection! He has no right. I would never do that.” He added, with determination, but clueless that he had no chance.

“You’re right on that part, my husband … is an idiot, but he’s also the love of my life, the best lover I will ever know, a great provider, smart, gifted with great passion, great father to all his children … the reason he cheats, is that … he can’t help himself, he’s a hopeless stud, always searching, always wanting more, he can’t help what he is … nor can I.” I said, as I dressed, he still lay in the bed, and I could see it in his eyes, pleading, lusting, wanting what he could never have.

“That’s bullshit, he’s cheats because he’s weak, I would never do that to you.” Said Randy, thinking I was nuts.

“First … Randy, don’t confuse lust with love, lust never lasts. Secondly, Google … ‘Andre the Giant’, not the wrestler, but under ‘stud’. There, you will find my husband, Norman Randal Jones, and you will see why, you, nor anyone else, can match what my husband does to me, either between my thighs, or that sometimes seemingly sometimes vacant area between my ears, and you’ll get all the visual aids you require.” I added, as he reached for his smartphone. While I finished dressing, preparing to leave.

I sat and placed on my shoes, and stood to gather my things, arranging my hair, and checking my face in the mirror. I saw him search for ‘Andre’, and I told him to go to images, his expression, priceless, as he saw my husband’s gigantic tool, as I wondered how he must feel, for during our little session, he asked how I liked his ‘big one’, I think I said ‘fine’, while trying not to laugh. His attention was riveted on his phone, as I added …

“The images on the phone don’t do ‘Andre’ justice, and if you doubt who I am, then go ahead, contact him, Norman Randal Jones, he’ll tell you. We have no secrets, tell whomever you want. You see it don’t you? Just how enormous he is, that neither you, nor any other man can match the gut-wrenching thrill of being torn apart by him, by his gigantic cock. Which makes all other men, so … ordinary … mundane. I tell you this, to break the ‘mysterious bond’ you’re fooling yourself into believing that ‘we’ have. There is no ‘us’, there was never going to be … for the images you see, tell you all you have to know, all the many fat torturous inches of it, for ‘Andre’ is my husband, and neither you … nor any man, will ever measure up … on any level. Count yourself lucky to have had me, and to further dispel any illusion that you satisfied me … I ‘faked it’ … pretty good huh?” I replied with my Elaine from Seinfeld quote.

I left at that moment, and closed the door behind me, my breasts heaving, as my whole body shook as I laughed at my stupid, totally out of character actions. What the hell was I thinking? I had to call Norman, and as I walked to the elevator, I began to tell him the tale in the elevator, he was dying, laughing out loud, calling me an idiot. When I got home, he railed me but good, he taught me a lesson that I already knew. It was out of my system. My one and done. Norman tortured me that weekend, giving me a reminder of who was boss, and I lived and loved every inch of him.

Did it deter my husband from further dalliances? Absolutely … not. He still fucks around, he doesn’t sleep with them, he fucks them, buries them, turns them inside out. Then he comes home to me, to rail me, and sleep in the only bed he calls home.

It was slightly interesting, this ‘other’ man, but it never felt like anything. I wondered if it felt the same for my husband, this … emptiness, was he wired so differently? For I questioned the ‘need’ for him to continue his repeated bad behavior. I’m not a woman who should be cheated on, I know this, yet, for some inexplicable reason, I allow this to happen, I excuse him of doing things that other women would never allow. Was I fool? What’s wrong with me? In reality, I’m out of his league, at least from an appearance standpoint, but much of it came down to the bedroom, what he does to me, how I couldn’t allow myself to have a lesser man. I am a sizequeen, I have the most well-endowed man on the planet at my side, the price I have to pay is his freedom to do what he was designed to do. This is how I comfort myself, how I rationalize my existence, they say you can’t help who you love … you just do.

I will survive, and not alone, for he tells me he loves me everyday, as I do to him. Whatever it takes to make it work, even in our upside down, sometimes confused world, that’s what couples do.

 

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Chapter 58

The Neighbors Can See

I live next door to the Spencer’s. I babysat Heather as she grew into a woman, and now, all too frequently, I see Mr. Jones allowed inside Heather’s home. I am Victoria Higgins. I have known of Mr. Jones for some time, but have never met him. I had no interest in seeing him demolish the girl I treated as I would my own child. Lately, he’s been invited into Heather’s more times than I can count. I find it disgusting. He’s in his 50’s, Heather, barely out of high school. I know why he’s there, for Heather is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She is built for sin.

I had reached a boiling point, not one of anger, but of curiosity, and while I had keys to the Spencer’s home, and had been asked by her mother to keep an eye on Heather during her absence on a trip abroad. I did more than that, for I sinned, I knew of the clutter on Heather’s bedroom wall, shelves covered the entire wall opposite her bed, and it was completely filled with books, trinkets, small stuffed animals and other items. I added one item of my own … a nanny cam, my curiosity had taken the better of me, for I had to see, what I so desperately wanted to see … what had been our neighborhoods worst kept secret. I wanted, no … lusted, to see what Mr. Jones was packing, and if it lived up to it’s horrific reputation.

There had been a recently developing pattern. For every Friday, for the past few weeks, Mr. Jones walked his dog right up to the Spencer home, and waiting at the door was Heather. After his arrival, be it an hour, or three or four, he left her home without any conscience, nor regard, it was all out in the open. Once, I saw her labor out to the mailbox, she didn’t walk normally, it was as if she had been involved in a heavy workout of sorts, and soon, I was about to find out why.

Heather worked nights at a high-end club in Charlotte, it paid well, her tips were usually three to five hundred dollars per night, sometimes much more. That’s what a sexy body, perfect teeth, and beautiful face can get you if you also work hard. ‘Use it while you got it’, that’s what her coworkers said, and use it she did. She had gotten a fake ID, since she wasn’t yet 21, and they hired her on the spot. If you judge women on looks alone, judging them from one to ten, Heather is an eleven.

As she left for work Thursday night, not to return until three, sometimes four the next morning. I waited until the neighborhood settled down, and headed into the Spencer’s home to place my wi-fi nanny cam in a spot where she shouldn’t notice. I stood looking at it, telling myself this is wrong, but I turned it on, and checked on my smart watch to ensure that it was working … it was aimed perfectly, and the sound check was perfect as well. I had to hold my right hand in my left, I was shaking so hard. Now is the time to back out of this, to do the right thing … I didn’t … I walked away, heart pounding. Convinced, this is my only course of action, even if it is criminal.

My watch triggered at 3:20 AM, for Heather had entered her room. I watched her undress, her body is unreal, I watched as she bent over, her pendulous, swaying breasts were so attractive, that I began to touch myself, her firm bottom … what’s wrong with me? I’m not a lesbian, but my God, she’s so beautiful, it’s unbelievable what she’s grown into. She went to bed without a stitch on. I hardly slept, for this is Friday … I hoped I would finally see what all the fuss was about.

The timing of this all couldn’t be better. My husband was due in late next week, Heather’s mother not due back for at least 10 days. I was a wreck. In the late morning of Friday, I had placed a chair into position near our picture window facing the street, waiting for him. Where the hell is he? It’s near 1PM, and he’s usually been there by noon, or slightly before. A dog!!! I saw a dog, his dog, leading the way.

I ran to my Mac, and fired it up. My front row seat, for the show was about to start. I was fearful, not of being discovered, but that they may make love somewhere other than Heather’s bedroom. Luckily, I was not disappointed. I could hear and see everything. She was taller than him as he came in and put her hair up for her, placing it into a bun, with a few stray strands hanging down, she looked adorable, so sultry and sensual, her breasts sporting nipples that burst forth through her t-shirt in his presence. As they kissed, I could already see something along his left leg. It couldn’t be what I thought it was, for no man could be that big.

I gasped aloud as she dropped down to her knees, while he simultaneously pulled off her t-shirt, letting her ample, firm breasts fall free and bounce, while she pulled down his loose fitting sweatpants and underwear … as the gigantic thing sprung free, I got up from my chair, yelling … “THAT CAN’T BE REAL!!!!” For his massive swinging prick was already nearing his knees. The ‘talk’ of the neighborhood didn’t do it justice, he clearly exceeded any gossip, for no one, could adequately describe what hung so long, fat and heavy from his body.

Heather’s slim hands couldn’t reach around it, nor I believe it, as it got both longer and thicker with each pull. I was fully clothed; I kicked off my shoes, as my hands began to rip off my pants and underwear so I could begin to pleasure myself properly over his ungodly huge organ. I got it now … run Heather … for he’s too big … I came quickly, my eyes blurring, as she prodded the massive thing into a deformed, twisted tree limb, far too large for head, far too large to enter Heather’s supple young body. Surely, she would satisfy herself by jerking him off, for the first time in my life … I was truly, and utterly stunned.

I removed my top and bra, and now nude, I began to thoroughly enjoy the beginnings of what I instantly knew would be the most special moment of my sexual life. The thickness, the overall size? I found myself leaning in closer towards the screen, wondering how it could be that thick, the length of it … MY GOD!!! Now, it’s hanging past his knees … how can that be? No sane person could take on his tree trunk, the thing was useless, disgusting, but my eyes couldn’t leave it.

I pinched my nipples, and worked myself into a frenzy, as he went down on her. He had pulled her to the edge of the bed, I couldn’t believe how she responded, I came almost as often as she did. From my angle, I could see it … dangling incredibly far, all the way to the floor, the huge head out of view, for it was under her bed, and his balls!!! My God … they are gigantic, the fat shaft was too large, there was no way she could begin to couple with him. I tried to convince myself of it, releasing the angst of being scared for her physical safety, for it was so grossly huge that he would surely rip her slim body apart.

 

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She lay wasted, her hands prodded his head, as he finished his dirty deed, I knew he was good, much more than that, for Heather’s expression was one of pure joy, unbridled satisfaction. His hands still worked her, he continued fingering her as he stood, his hand a blur, as he brought her to yet another bone crushing orgasm. All the while … I kept staring at his hanging masterpiece. It went beyond humongous, it wasn’t natural, surely, something had ‘happened’ to him. For he was endowed to a ridiculous level, one that isn’t possible in nature.

I still can’t believe what I saw next, but with Heather’s head on her pillow, he walked onto the bed and stood over her, straddling her body, placing the giant organ to her mouth. To this day, I think it must have been an optical illusion, for he didn’t even bend, not one bit, the give of the mattress allowed the enormous shaft to hang right at her open mouth, the huge head swung over her mouth, as both her hands moved in, to work, tug and prod the monstrous thing towards what would surely be a monumental eruption.

He finally pulled over his top, as I admired what all men should be. He was cut, well-muscled, his firm ass was perfection, I came again, as he egged her on, prodding the huge tool over her little mouth. She made the head slick with her spit, as his weapon appeared to add to it’s already impossible dimensions. What I saw next wasn’t anything I expected, for as he left the bed, it hung below his kneecaps, and I winced at what I wanted, for I finally got to see his cut abs, chest chiseled, and the power of his arms, I never knew what I wanted until now, and I immediately understood why Heather was so smitten with him. He is a god.

I was shaking, telling him to stop, for Heather had moved to the edge of the bed, and placed a pillow under her head to better witness what was coming. I stood, my pussy soaked, my mind coming to grips with the impossible … NOOOO!!! You will kill her!!!!!!! I yelled at the screen, wondering if I should call for help.

Ohhhhh my Gaawwadddddd!!!!! It didn’t seem remotely possible, as he prodded the massive head up, and down over her pussy, as she handed him a tube of lube that he began to add to last half of his gigantic member. It was all right there, my view couldn’t be better, as he applied the lube to the huge head, and lathered the massive sick thing. She held her legs wide, she would need to, for the magic trick I witnessed shouldn’t be possible, as his massive organ began to enter her slim tight body, her breasts jiggling, nipples hard, her firm tummy shaking and flexing as his mighty prick began an improbable journey inside her, her slim arms flailing about as his mighty fat horse cock began what had to be a frightful journey, forcing her open for ever more of his outlandishly oversized prick. I gaped upon them, amazed at what a human body could accommodate, for this shouldn’t be happening, no one could accept what he had in such ample supply.

I could watch this forever, and I would, for I was recording every delicious moment. He added a quarter of his massive tool, as he teased and taunted her. She was already in rapture, giving it back to him with her sharp tongue, challenging him to ‘bring it’. “No Heather dear … don’t challenge him … he could split you in two …” I muttered under my breath, for even though I knew with certainty that this was something they had done before, possibly many times, but how could she possibly challenge him, he was fucking enormous, it defied logic, common sense. I grimaced, as my eyes squinted, fists tightened, cringing at his further penetration … deeper it went within her convulsing twisting body, she reacted as expected, senses exploding as an orgasm tore through her, the likes of which … I had never seen before, nor enjoyed.

I couldn’t understand how she handled it, eventually, nearly half of his enormous tool had entered her, it spread her apart, and he had yet to ‘bring it’ as she had challenged him earlier, but he soon began to slowly pump and prod his massive tool within her. Even from here, I could see her pussy fold in, and out, with each delicious thrust. I felt sorry for her, for no man, other than this one, could bring from her what I knew within my heart of hearts, were mind numbing orgasms, she twisted, and squirmed on the end of him, as my apprehension grew, for it couldn’t be possible, that his horrific organ was growing, filling out ever more … that’s not possible, but I already had witnessed enough ‘impossible’ events in this past half hour to last a lifetime, as his hellish prick had indeed grown.

With endless stamina, he delivered a hellish pounding, one in which she should tap out, but she didn’t, she loved every fat inch of his enormous prick that she could accommodate. I came as he pulled it out, marveling at the grotesque size of it, as he moved her pliant, willing body into position after position, plugging, and delivering an unholy amount of his gargantuan prick. In most instances, he left a portion of the gargantuan organ within her as he moved them about. He was so deft, so confident, so hugely hung, I was in disbelief that she had taken as much as she had, it had to hurt, the stretch seemed impossible, unbearable, and I now saw it in what must be it’s most enraged, as he pulled it free, and effortlessly brought her body into position to unleash his load over her face.

She opened her mouth as it began to pulse in vast amounts from the huge head, my husband couldn’t cum like that, no man could … well … except this one. I winced, as she savored the drenching tools leavings, it cascaded forth with a volume matching, then exceeding, it’s already oversized dimensions.

The improbable enormity, it lashed out so far from his slim muscled body, it took both his hands to hold it aloft, as he milked the mighty thing over her. As for me … I was delirious, I had to stop watching, I had to collect myself, I had never cum so much, nor so often, or so quickly. I was overrun by emotion, exhausted beyond belief. My voyeurism came to a sudden halt as I shut down my Mac, I had to settle down, it was the most erotic moment of my life, my heart hammering, covered in sweat, it was like I was in the room with them, I showered, and came yet again as the water poured over me. Never so overcome in my life. My mind completely engrossed in what I had witnessed, still coming to grips with Mr. Jones impossibly huge member.

As I dried myself in the mirror, I studied my body, critical that it measure up to a standard I deemed worthy of him, I decided that without question, I would transform my body into the best it could be, so that I may one day be worthy of sampling his oversized cock. I promised to begin my journey on this very day, but before the day could finish. I went to my ‘perch’ to see if he had left the Spencer home. My wait continued for another long hour, finally, there he was, heading home, his dog leading the way, he had been with her for well over 2 hours.

 

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I once again turned on my Mac, our regularly scheduled show still in progress. There lay Heather, an exhausted, twisted, spent heap, on her back, with one arm resting over her face. He left her there, smashed, pummeled, from his in-comprehensively massive organ. I continued watching until she came out of it. Her right hand moving in, to massage her crushed, and stretched pussy. Her left hand began to work over her breasts, as she masturbated over her lovers destruction. She was moaning, calling out his name as she somehow came again. It was a highly erotic moment, one I dared enjoy as I fingered myself, over him … and her.

She eventually sat up, slowly collecting herself. I could only imagine what she felt like, for having something so large enter ones body had to be extremely taxing. I shuddered contemplating the stretch and deep penetration, of being ‘filled’, by a man so overly equipped, that only a portion could ever enter ones body.

But I quickly broke into a panic, sure that my nanny cam was discovered, for Heather rose from the bed, and unsteadily made her way right towards my nanny cam. I bit down on my bent finger, repeating ‘no’ over and over again … but she passed by, she was reaching for something on another shelf. After all I had been through, a huge wave of relief surged over me. She walked by with a stuffed animal, and sat at her PC. She turned on her PC, and proceeded to open the back of a stuffed bear, for inside … was a zip drive.

I watched in stunned silence as she plugged the drive into her PC, and started to play it’s contents. For she had been recording herself with him, reliving the moments with him. Once she confirmed that it had taken, she promptly went into her drawer, and produced a new zip drive from a box containing many of the things, and installed it into the bear, and replaced it on the shelf. She passed by, as I heard her start her shower, the cam shut off, but returned to operation when she reentered her room, as I watched her dry herself off, her figure was to die for, and I was suddenly very attracted to her, something I never considered possible.

I watched as she did her hair, applied what little makeup she required, and fondled, and massaged my pussy as she applied her lipstick, and adjusted her large firm breasts into her bra, and prepared herself for work at the club. Her tight top highlighted her big firm boobs, and tiny waist … God damn … she is so sexy, I wondered how many hearts she would break tonight. She must know it, how could she not.

After Heather went off to work, I waited until well past dark, and made my way inside the Spencer home to retrieve my nanny cam. Thankful I had done it, and now, as I began to leave her room … I hesitated, and went to her drawer, the one where she had placed her zip drive. My jaw dropped, my heart beat harder than ever, for scattered within that drawer were 30 to 40 loose zip drives, what did they contain? Could it be?

I gathered up 10 or so zip drives, and quickly made my way home. I downloaded the first, and shook in appreciation, for she had recorded previous encounters with him, I returned, gathering them all, they were dutifully downloaded, every last one, and then returned, scattered about, just as I had found them, to treasure and enjoy each encounter. I couldn’t believe my luck.

Having recovered enough of my senses, I began a familiar workout routine, and then I laid into the real task at hand, to watch what I had recorded from earlier in the day. I came until I could cum no more. In awe of him, of Heather, and what my now preconceived thoughts were regarding good sex. I witnessed greatness, not of just size, but of technique, he was some sort of Zen master. I had never been so overwhelmed. Even after he came a second time, it was clear he could go on. The rumors of him couldn’t hold a candle to the truth of his abilities, nor his oversized penis. For me, it was money and time well spent. I had downloaded countless hours of Heather’s encounters to enjoy, and what lay in store for me from those downloads was astounding. Group sex, lesbian, and if my giant neighbor wasn’t enough, his overly equipped son was a work of art.

I have only two regrets, one I hope to rectify … I want to ride one of those horses …

The other … I had gotten away clean, or so I thought …

For in my haste, my mind unclear, clouded by what I had seen, it turned out … a little bear had caught me.

The above, was a confession recorded by myself (Jackie Jones) of Vicky Higgin’s on this day of 1/7/2020.

 

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Norman's wife just smash the guy masculinity, he was so proud form him self , he took the hottest women just to realize he will never be enough for her.

 

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Chapter 59

H I S & H E R S

Something’s happening, Norman’s view

At eighteen, when I discovered The Penis Size Survey in Penthouse Magazine, my suspicions of being quite endowed were confirmed. How much bigger, astounded me, as I discovered the size of my penis was quite larger than normal. Since that time, my life revolved around it. I’ve discovered both sexes are curious, regardless of their orientation, or whether they could accept even a portion of it within their bodies, countless souls wanted to witness, touch, or in many cases be with me in whatever manner that may entail. My ‘power’ over people hit me suddenly during my first week at the Mantrap.

I’ve tried to remain humble, within myself, but it is difficult, for even now, I can’t contain the urge, nor temptation to do something unnecessary, to most any sane person, what I’m engaged in is completely pointless, since the only ‘competition’ I have ever known is from my own son. Yet here I am, making a potentially huge mistake.

It was around a month after Lara drugged, and came on to me, when I found myself at the hospital, with what had been the most engrossing, hardest, and biggest erection of my life. After finding out I had been drugged, and that Viagra was the cause for my most monumental of erections, I made a call to doctor Preston the following Monday, she and I are rather ‘close’, and I made the rather dubious claim of erection difficulties, but that was a ruse, a reason we provided, since she needed an excuse of any kind to pass the prescription on to me. Bingo, prescription given, but then again, I’ve never asked for, nor had any prescriptions written for me … ever. While I had no problems in that area, the ‘boost’ I received was amazing as I continued to enjoy full hard erections that ripped my cock to it’s most massive.

I held this secret between me and my doctor. Jackie seemed clueless, she saw it as my ‘second wind’, and it was leaving her delirious, and in the mood more often, so it was a pick-me-up for us both. I didn’t notice it right away, in fact, I thought it just a residual effect from the drug, but I actually seemed to be larger when flaccid and erect.

A few weeks into my daily use of Viagra, I stood in front of the mirror, completely soft, and it was unmistakable. So, with the house empty, I decided to measure myself, I even threw some cold water on my cock and balls to ensure that it was completely soft, and sure enough, it was hanging almost a full inch longer. I was intrigued, but dismissive that I had actually gained in flaccid size, but while I was at it, I also measured my soft girth, since I had seemed thicker as well, I could feel it. It too was larger, a full half inch thicker. I readily admit to measuring myself, but I had stopped some years ago, since I hadn’t moved the needle in over 10 years. I didn’t give it much thought, but even Jackie noticed, asking if I was going through one of my ‘swollen’ periods. I told her ‘no’, since I usually felt the difference, a tingling sensation that was a kind of ‘give away’.

While intrigued, I didn’t bother to bring myself to an erection since I had a video conference set up within the next hour. It crossed my mind, more than once, that the Viagra was enlarging my penis, but I had checked that possibility online, and it was dubious at best, so I initially doubted that the drug had resulted in permanent gains.

Then it happened, just before Christmas, as I was giving it to Jackie, really delivering the goods, she mentioned I felt bigger, much bigger. Frustrated that she wanted to stop, I released my massive firm pole from her body, and paced around the bed, waiting for her to get back in the mood, I noticed as I walked by the mirror, that I was clearly hanging lower. As I stopped, Jackie looked over and commented … “See that? How far you’re hanging down … past your kneecaps … you couldn’t do that before … are you growing?” She asked from the bed, as my heart raced … what if? I thought it was my imagination, but it did feel heavier, and it appeared bigger on all counts, I figured the Viagra was the cause, but I was curious, and decided to measure myself with her help.

I stopped in the hallway, and held it in my hands, for indeed, while in my grip, I could feel, and see the difference, I was clearly thicker, the advance in my dimensions must have been so gradual, that I hadn’t noticed until now, or was it the thrill of this moment, that had me seeing things. I didn’t go for the yardstick that we kept in the kitchen pantry, I went into Wade’s room for his, for that was the last time I had measured myself. That was the challenge I wanted to take on. I noted before, that I was just under two inches shorter than him. I also gathered his tape measure and returned to Jackie.

“I see you brought Wade’s yardstick and tape measure … time for us to see how you measure up against our stud son.” Said Jackie, as I handed her the yardstick and tape measure.

It was illusion no more, as Jackie measured my length against Wade’s ‘mark’ on the yardstick. Our eyes darted back to the others in astonishment, for I had gained in length, and not by a little bit.

“Holy shit!” I replied, as Jackie held it along the top of my giant prick, as her wide eyes sought mine, for I was over a full inch longer. I had her hold my zeppelin aloft, as my hands shook, for indeed, I was much longer. She had commented on my thickness for the past couple of weeks, and as she wrapped around the tape measure, we both looked on in shock, almost a full inch thicker.

“Let it go Norman.” She said, as I let it fall, as she knelt before me, she put her hand to her mouth … “Baby? The head is nearly hanging underneath your knee caps, you are getting bigger … how the hell did that happen?” She asked in awe, as I pulled it aloft, I was straining, so proud of my heavy, clearly larger monster prick …

“Well, I have a pretty good idea … I haven’t told you this, but … I started using Viagra right after Thanksgiving. I thought it was just helping maintain my stamina, and letting it remain at it’s biggest, but I’m wondering if my gigantic starting point, along with the drug, has made me grow somehow.” Our eyes were wide, as we contemplated, wondering ‘what if’ I kept using the drug, if I could in fact become even bigger, and if this were true … would it be wise for me to continue.

We had to check it again, for I had never been this large, for I was closing in on Wade, something that seemed impossible, suddenly, seemed plausible … attainable. I returned to taking Jackie hard, as she commented on how she could feel the difference, how my ‘new’ thickness felt so good. We promised not to check until a month later, to hell with the consequences, and that I would continue to take Viagra daily.