Re-Education of Alysen: 3rd Installment

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    The days passed and the three of us developed a sort of routine. I would wake up early to see Nick off to work (sometimes letting him fuck me in the morning in anticipation of the coming night, and to wish me good luck for the day), and then I would go out to buy something Jason wanted, or stay back and do housework. He rarely woke up before ten or eleven, and the early morning hours were tense with excitement for me as I heard his loud breathing in the guest room whenever I passed. When I heard him stirring I would enter his room and see what he wanted for that morning. Sometimes he wanted a drink early (having the habit of consuming beer right after he woke up), sometimes he would watch TV in the room, sitting up against the headboard with his legs spread apart while I licked and sucked his lazy genitals, and sometimes he had me stay and shower with him. Nick and I used to shower together after sex when we were first together, but it was never as erotic or as captivating as showering with Jason. The unspoken rule was that I was his personal slave up until the lesson for that day was over, which was almost always marked by his cumming inside me after hours of sex. Once that was completed, I was free for the day, and he would take up some other pursuit, like talking on his cell phone, watching more TV, or sleeping. He would occasionally leave the house, but I didn’t know where he went, and he never volunteered to tell me. I usually left to go to the gym, do some writing at the coffee shop, or just wait until Nick got home.

    Somehow I still had the energy and libido to look forward to Nick’s return each night with relish. Our sex life was still explosive and getting hotter, and Jason had apparently promised Nick that we would have another threesome at the end of August, so he could see how far I had come in taking and servicing his huge cock. The two had developed an alpha-beta male relationship that Nick found highly erotic, and during sex he would demand that I tell him about Jason, and how it felt to be dominated by such an endowed individual. For him, the thought that his sexy wife was getting fucked mercilessly every day by the biggest cock she had ever seen was a huge turn-on, and he loved the fact that I was having such a mind-blowing experience as well, all to his benefit. As for Jason, he couldn’t have been happier, having his friend’s hot wife for a personal slave in their big house, all in exchange for teaching her to do what he did best- worship his big cock.

    Jason wasn’t intelligent by any means, but he had the wielding of sexual power down to an absolute science. His attitude toward Nick was one of friendly disregard: just challenging enough to define himself as the alpha male, but not so rude as to be insulting. He seemed to have picked up on Nick’s fantasy quite well, and was making the experience as thrilling and natural as possible. Toward me he took on an air of assumed ownership, the exact same feeling I got from him when I first saw him at my door two weeks ago. There was no doubt that he was established as my teacher and owner, and everything I could do to earn points with him would be to my benefit, and mistakes or naivety on my part would be pointedly corrected at a later time. He would commonly walk around the house with only a shirt on, letting his oversized equipment swing heavily from side to side. Other times he would wear only boxer briefs, which, while technically his size, would be so stuffed to the straining point with his soft package that it would have been less striking and erotic to see him wearing nothing. This blatant display of male superiority thrilled Nick, but not as much as watching my reaction to it, which was always one of awe and distraction. Our dinner conversation became filled with innuendo, almost to the point of being ridiculous, but it had been a sex-filled week, and we were all giddy from the effect that the experience was having on each of us, and only excited by the fact that each person in the house felt the same.
     
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    I learned more and more just how much of a sex god Jason really was. Not only were his genitals enormous, but he seemed to have utter control over them as well. He could remain soft until the very minute he chose to get aroused, even with all my best efforts to stimulate him. This allowed him to teach me how to service him orally better and better, as I could observe how his penis responded to different techniques- which ones did nothing for him, and which ones really got him going. Most guys, he told me, get hard just from the sight of the girl they are with, or at the thought that they will soon be fucking her. This allows the girl, especially attractive girls, to learn bad habits, because she will get him hard no matter what she does. While some guys might tell her what to do and what not to do, it is much more instructive to let her learn for herself, and even wear herself out on bad technique so she’ll remember not to try it again. Jason began to teach more vocally, and with every lesson he increased the standard, so that by the end of the week I felt like I had learned a year’s worth of knowledge. Here are some of the many lessons that Jason taught me:

    I learned to keep my oral rhythm steady and constant, and not give in to impatience, thinking that changing it every minute will get me there faster. “You’ve got to build up a sexual buzz for him,” Jason said. “Think of it like a wave…you build it up, build it up, and if you suddenly stop, it blows over and you have to start over again.” So every time I changed my rhythm, it was only if I wanted that buzz to subside, or if I was doing something that wasn’t working and needed to change it up.

    I learned to pace my breathing so that I wouldn’t have to stop and gasp for breath, interrupting my work and making him lose the buzz I had worked him to. “Breathe through your nose, but time it like a work-out set: breathe when it’s most natural- on the upstroke. Don’t chop up your breaths; you’ll wear yourself out that way.”

    I learned to use my tongue properly and time its use with the rhythm of my throat thrusts, using that valuable time on the out strokes to caress the head. “Your tongue is the best thing you’ve got,” Jason said. “Use it whenever it makes sense.” Every girl knows that a blow job isn’t just a matter of sucking, but of active stimulation. Why, then, do they usually throat a cock without using their tongue as well? “There are times to use it,” Jason said. “You just have to look for them.”

    I learned about the anatomy of the penis and what areas are more sensitive. “Focus here,” Jason said on the 2nd day, pulling back some of the skin back from around his huge, limp head. “See where the head meets the shaft, especially on the underside? That rim should always be covered, either by your throat, your mouth, or your hands.”

    I learned to use my mouth and hands together, as a whole unit, and not as competing tools. I learned to place one hand just outside my mouth and move it with my head as I worked up and down on the cock. “When you do that, it’s like you just made your throat twice as long,” Jason said. That makes the guy feel like he’s that much further inside your mouth, but you have to make sure your hand is well-lubed with saliva.

    I learned to respond better to the guy I am blowing, and pay more attention to what he wants and how he is feeling. “When a guy grabs the back of your head or your ears, it means he wants deeper, harder thrusts, more like penetration. If he takes your hands away, he wants only penetration, and no other movement. When he holds your chin or cheeks, he wants you to slow up, focus more on the head, and maybe look up at him.” A blowjob is all about penis worship, and he has to respond to how his cock is feeling; your job is to respond to how he is feeling. “Remember that sexual buzz,” said Jason. “That’s the main thing you are going for.”

    I learned how to deep throat, and learned certain factors that would help me do it better. “Always try to do it on an empty stomach,” Jason told me. “You’ll gag less, and your body will make more spit to lube your throat with. You already know the basics- make your throat one long tunnel, and don’t move your throat muscles. If you start to gag, try to swallow, and it will suppress the reflex.” “Your cock is way too big,” I told him. “I can’t fit more than about five inches down my throat before I can’t breathe.” “We’ll work on your angle and lung capacity,” he said, before breaking into a grin. “Once you can deep throat my cock, you’ll be able to deep throat any cock.”

    Finally, I learned how to let my attitude come through during sex to be more erotic. “You are learning to worship my cock,” Jason told me at the beginning of the 2nd day. “Now you need to show it. Once a guy sees how much you truly love his cock, you’ll have no trouble serving it. LOOK at it like you want it. LOOK at him like you are thankful for it. And always treat it with respect.” I began to see how the first day was the foundation for my re-education. I had felt that first desire to give in to and submit to his cock, and this desire was the basis for my whole sexual appeal, and the very language we were now speaking when we fucked.
     
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    I noticed a variation in Jason’s attitude and technique when he penetrated me, regardless of the position. He didn’t say it, but I imagined he intended to show me how to respond to the attitude of the guy fucking me, and to make me start thinking about how it feels differently depending on his mood. Our first lesson was a powerful, dominating fuck, in the missionary position, meant to establish his cock as the sole purpose and reason behind the experience, and to capture my submission to it. It was hard, final, and complete, marked by Jason’s disregard of anything besides the service of his huge, thrusting penis. Its purpose was to make me realize that it was in charge, and everything else came second after it. The second lesson was a slow, leisurely fuck. Jason put me on my side and entered me slowly from behind while lying down beside me, teaching me to respond back and forth with my body to his rhythm. I was in more control than usual, and when he was almost all the way in I drew away, thrilled that he would suddenly give me the option to resist. But he kept up his lazy yet persistent rhythm, allowing me to sink more and more of his massive member inside of myself, bringing my ecstasy to a rolling climax that seemed to last an hour. He even came slower, shooting deep inside of me with full, easy shots, and waited a while before slowly withdrawing, almost reluctantly. I rolled over and kissed him full on the lips, feeling more satisfied than I had in forever. Later that same week, when I had rushed his blowjob and decided not to respond quickly to an obvious signal he was giving me, the fuck was swift and punishing, doggie style. Jason braced me bent over against the bed, and fucked me standing up. I had forgotten how much a cock that large could terrify me when it was thrust in quickly and deliberately, and I remembered too late that I was here to learn from him, not to play around. I had forgotten my sole purpose was to please this huge dick, and it was now painfully reminding me of my error. Every inch of his long shaft suddenly felt like a mile, and his strokes were fast and choppy, like a jackhammer pounding into me. I yelled at first and tried to shift my body to accommodate him, but his strong legs braced against mine and he held my ass firmly in place while he resumed the lesson. I shut up and gripped the bed, stretching my body and arching my back like Jason had taught me to. Every thrust seemed to repeat what he had told me the day before: “A cock this big can bring pleasure, and it can also bring pain. That’s why people respect it. That’s why you worship it.” And I understood then, that it is two sides to the same whole, and this was the side I didn’t want to be on. His size could punish as well as please. And it did both, very well. The lesson after that was a tender, loving fuck, with me on top, lowering myself slowly down his thick, pleasing shaft. He responded to my rhythm, and moved his cock in gyrations, content not to speed up or slow down the process, but only to let me enjoy his enormous penis. When I had settled finally with its entire length in my pussy, we kissed, my mouth hotly on his. We barely moved, and he looked into my eyes and drank in my worship, flattering himself with the obvious fact that I couldn’t get enough of his enormous cock, and we both knew it.

    Starting a lesson off with a shower was a good way to get in the mood for learning, because it was one of the many early morning acts of servitude that I performed. When he entered the bathroom, I stripped naked and turned on the water, getting the temperature ready for him. Jason took off his shirt (the only thing he wore to bed) and relieved himself at the toilet. I remember the very first time this happened, as I was at first shocked that he would do it so blatantly in front of me (Nick never did), and also how surprisingly erotic it looked. He spread his legs slightly apart, stretched his torso, and placed his hands on his hips while looking up at the ceiling. From the back, I could see his impossibly long cock hanging limp below his massive ballsack. “It’s like watching a horse,” I thought.

    When he was finished, we entered the shower, and I got on my knees with the soap and sponge. He never asked me to wash the rest of him, but made me spend time exclusively on his red, swollen genitals, which stood out against his white skin as an accent to their ridiculous size. He never said specifically, but I think he wanted me to get in the habit of looking at his cock, and washing it was one of the best ways to know and understand it closely. I poured the liquid soap on the sponge, and began lathering his enormous, soft dick, starting from the base of the shaft and working my way down. It was probably a little under a foot long when soft, I figured, though its size always varied depending on the temperature and the mood Jason was in. I was always amazed at how much skin he had, though he was circumcised. It fell in folds, red and heavy, around his sleeping shaft, each one speaking of an inch of potential. Room to grow. Room to expand. The veins seemed to run anywhere they pleased, forming an insane mesh of tunnels that bulged out from under the skin, each one thick and wide. His head was always darker than the shaft, almost purple with blood that had to travel such a distance to collect here in this massive extremity. Skin folded up around the wide crown of it, so that it moved easily down over the rim and back again as I lathered up its girth.
     
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    After I spent sufficient time washing his huge penis, Jason would spread his legs slightly to give me access to his huge, swinging scrotum. I often had to push his cock out of the way to do it properly, and pay extra attention to the back and underside of his sack. Here my hands worked better than the sponge, and I could feel his oversized balls jostling gently as I tried to encircle the whole thing with my soapy hands. After that I would wash his ass and the back side of his crotch. I was unsure when he first turned around and presented that area to me, but I accepted it as part of my duty and didn’t ask questions. Jason would lean forward against the shower wall, spread his short, stocky legs wide apart, and enjoy my long, even strokes and smooth lathering. He insisted that I spend a long time washing his ass, and I wondered if that would be a new area of teaching that we would explore later.

    Jason always referred to his cock in the third person. It was “him” and “he,” not “it.” It seemed to have an identity of its own, like another person in bed with the two of us. It had already occurred to me that Jason had even more respect for his dick than I did, and every day I was adding to my ability to serve it just as much. It struck me sometimes as a join effort- the two of us as a team, doing our best to worship the mighty god that was Jason’s gigantic penis. It had the power to bestow the greatest pleasure on both of us, if we were to serve it properly, and we undertook this task with increasing reverence- him as the devout teacher, and I as his willing student.

    But the element that Jason had mastered that made him the ultimate sex god, in my observation, was his ability to experience and enjoy sexual pleasure. Once he was aroused, he entered an almost trance-like state of ecstasy, the details of which I could only imagine. It seemed to be an utter state of communion with his enormous, throbbing penis, where his own identity, and certainly my entire existence, seemed to disappear. His cock seemed to fill up the entire room, taking whatever it wanted, and commanding Jason’s every movement, expression, and decision. I had experienced this in our first lesson, after he had begun to penetrate my submissive body and saw that I was at last ready for him to unleash its full power. The second time was during my blowjob in the second lesson. As I leaned over his supine body sprawled out on the bed, his horsecock jutting ridiculously skyward, refusing to yield down my eager throat, he placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and heaved a heavy, reverent sigh. As my technique finally won out and I began to throat his impossible member properly, Jason began to groan and sigh, his breath catching in gasps and heaves. His hips bucked gently upward, forcing more of his awesome length down inside of me, and I saw his mouth drop stupidly open, as the pleasure of my oral service shot in waves down into him. It was like a drug, and it propelled him deeper into his mindless state of joy. There was only him and his huge penis, which was rewarding him for finding another servant to pay it their due respect. I was nowhere near proficient at giving head to such a massive dick, but even my pathetic attempts were acceptable enough to place him there. I gripped the huge column with both hands, and controlled my breathing while moving down an inch more, then back two inches while using my tongue to caress the throbbing head near the back of my throat. The head alone filled my entire mouth, and as my tongue slid over the soft underside of it, I heard Jason moan uncontrollably. It felt so good. I remembered what he told me about the point of a blowjob- build up that sexual buzz for the guy. That was my sole purpose- to take him to the heights of ecstasy. My heart pounded as I tried to concentrate, but the throbbing mass that was filling my throat was overwhelming and powerful. It seemed to expand in size as it shot more and more thrills into Jason’s paralyzed body, keeping him enthralled in loyalty to it. His moans were proud and stupid- short, clipped utterances of “Aw, yeah” and “Fuck!” He would open his eyes only to drink in the sight of his monster cock conquering yet another girl, who was struggling to cope with its irrefutable size and strength. I’m sure it was a comical sight, me forcing and choking it into my wide open mouth, and not even covering half of its awesome length. Once he was in this trance, there was no option for me but to finish what I had started. Jason would see to that. If I pulled off, he would grab my head and force me back. If he was fucking me, he would continue to fuck me until his cock was ready to stop. His capacity to experience pleasure was boundless, and it stemmed from his boundless devotion to the source of that pleasure- his enormous size. After we were done, he would open his eyes and look with love and gratitude…but not at me. I wasn’t the point. He would look gratefully and admiringly at his proud, swollen appendage. And I couldn’t help but look, too.
     
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    FANTASTIC work Alysen!

    We should chat more :smile:
     
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    Man what another amazing story. Now I need to go clean up again. I'm such a mess.
     
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    nice work!:smile:
     
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    Very well written!
     
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    Thanks a lot, guys. I love writing them, and I think the erotica forum needs more of a female perspective as a refreshing addition.

    I love talking to hung guys, too...if you are one, hit me up on YIM- alysen6.

    Peace,

    Aly
     
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    Well written alysen. keep them coming or keep me cumin lol jk
     
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    i just shot all over my face from it (at 42, that's saying something...grin)!

    nice work m'lady!
     
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    At the beginning of the second week, after a restful weekend spent mostly with Nick while Jason left for some unknown location to return Sunday night, I was ready to resume my re-education. Jason seemed ready, too, though I felt a strange energy emanating from him. He said nothing to me at all, and he was more aggressive than usual, insisting on a longer shower, a deeper blowjob, and a firmer fuck. He fucked me doggie style again, which in the past was always reserved for punishment, and at first I wondered if I had done something wrong. But it wasn’t a hard, angry fuck like last week’s was. It was detached and impersonal, as if Jason was making up to his cock for something, or taking something out on me that was reserved for someone else. I obediently offered up my pussy, arching my back and bracing my body, letting him take everything he wanted, enjoying his firm attention and proud of my progress that now allowed me to accommodate his immense size without much difficulty. I proudly felt his massive ball sack slap against my ass as he rammed his cock firmly to the hilt and back out again, working up a strong, hard rhythm. He had stretched me out quite a bit in a week, and it was feeling great. I could feel every thick inch of him inside me as he grabbed my shoulder and realigned his body to increase the power of his thrusts and shift the motion to an upward direction. He was proud of me too, I knew, but there was something else in the air that I couldn’t place. I figured I would learn it, in time, and put my head down, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of his amazing, tight penetration. For a long time there was silence in the room except the wet sounds of sex and the hard, pleasured breathing of Jason.

    He came hard and fast, shooting more than usual and rocking me forward onto my elbows. I clenched my teeth and braced against the bed as he thrust down into me, raising his short body upward to gain more dominance as his cock throbbed with delicious energy. It pulsed inside me with pleasure and I squealed in delight, though I understood that this gift was not for me, but for itself. But there was a tension to it, and I felt a dangerous build-up of power that seemed ready to burst in some way. After his awesome release, Jason pulled out quickly and dressed, skipping the usual oral worship I paid him after our climax. I could only roll over on the bed and smile up at him, thanking him with my eyes and wondering what was different about this day. Somehow I felt we were not done, though it seemed like the sex was finished.

    Jason left the room and I fell into a relaxed light sleep, enjoying the clarity of mind and rush of satisfaction that sex with him always gave me, whatever the circumstances. I could barely hear his voice, low and choppy, on the phone in the next room. He often used his cell phone after sex, though I never knew who was on the other end. After about fifteen minutes he returned and plopped down sullenly on the bed. “When the doorbell rings, you need to answer it,” he said, to my surprise. I looked at him, puzzled, but I knew I wasn’t going to get more information than that. I asked if I should do anything else. “Bring me a beer,” he said. “Then we need to take another shower.”

    I had plans for that afternoon, but I abruptly cancelled them. Jason was impatient about something, and this was no time for me to argue. He drank his beer with the cocky air of someone being apologized to and finally getting what he should have had an hour ago. His free hand drifted absent-mindedly to his crotch, where his soft, oversized package was waiting smugly beneath his boxer-briefs. He removed his shirt to let his paunchy belly droop in a fold over the rim of his underwear, and rested his beer bottle on his chest while I rearranged the pillows around him and began to prepare his shower.
     
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    He entered the spray deliberately and thrust his immense, dangling genitals in my face. I was already on my knees with the sponge ready and eagerly lathered them up from top to bottom. His huge cock was pulsing with a fascinating urgency, not quite fully soft, but powerful and almost angry. I had learned to notice how Jason’s mood seemed to transfer to his penis, and how its movement and disposition seemed to take on a personality of sorts. Playful and eager at some times, lazy and proud at others, and towering and threatening at other times. Today it seemed ready to pounce, its veins shimmering and its head flaring, like some kind of exotic deadly snake. Jason didn’t bother with the rest of his body, but only stared down at me sternly, making sure I washed his equipment properly. I had become fairly proficient at it, and easily read his body language to shift my position, concentrate on certain parts, or make my strokes firmer or softer. I moved both hands repeatedly over his huge gleaming head, moving the skin back and forth to wash in between the thick folds, and cupped my hands around its large girth to make for strong, adequate strokes. After a few minutes I expected the usual shifting of his legs, signaling me to move on to his scrotum. But Jason didn’t move. I kept washing his cock. I glanced up at him and saw his eyes still intently fixed down onto his package, the water flowing in hot streams over his arms and shoulders. At that moment he was a figure of unreal power to me, towering proudly over me with his legs firmly planted on either side of me, his amazing gigantic penis resting heavily in my soapy hands, the same penis that just minutes ago had been reaming out my helpless pussy, stretching me to the max, and filling me with ecstasy, now simply hanging before me and entrusting its care to my novice, unworthy devotion. I stopped washing and held his gaze for a small moment, and his eyes seemed to pierce into my whirring, confused mind. It was the look of a god to me. And it was me that he was asking to wash this superhuman cock for him. Me! I had the awe-struck feeling that I was preparing it for something big, something huge, and Jason saw that I realized. His eye seemed to gleam with power and approval. I returned to my work.

    A while later he was posed on the bed, naked and glorious in display of his awesome size, which was lopped prominently over his thick right thigh and pointing down toward the bed, its enormous head flushed red from the thorough washing it had received. His massive balls were pushed forward from between his legs, arranged in such a way as to make his sack look impossibly bigger than it was in the first place. It was a beautiful picture, and I desperately wanted to suck and lick him and pay him the attention he deserved, but he made me stay away, fully clothed, while he laid his head back onto his folded hands and closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for what would come next. The doorbell rang.
     
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    I opened it to the sight of a girl, who obviously didn’t expect me to answer. She immediately blushed and looked down, stuttering, “Oh, sorry, I…” God, she’s beautiful, I thought, and she was. Smaller than me, perhaps about 5’4”, and thinner, almost petite. Reddish-brown hair ran down about shoulder length, and piercing green eyes looked out from a delicate face. She was impressively busty for her slight build, and her body looked sleek and healthy. The events of the past weekend suddenly came together in my mind. She was here to see Jason. She’s here to apologize. She’s done something wrong and she’s here to make it up. She’s embarrassed and afraid. She should be. “You’re here to see Jason,” was all I said, and I couldn’t help but smile knowingly. She looked relieved, obviously saved from having to explain herself, and realizing that I knew exactly what her purpose was. We stood there for a mere second, smiling stupidly, two guilty parties sharing a common indulgence, and giving each other permission to admit it. It was a brief, beautiful chemistry. It was replaced by a bashful eagerness to dispense with formalities and get downstairs. She was horny. She wanted him. “Come in,” I said. “He’s ready for you.”

    Tanya (I later learned her name was) walked nervously into the guest room, nearly shaking from anticipation. I followed right behind her, my heart beating as well, after feeling the power and energy in Jason’s body all morning, wound like a coil and bound to spring out unpredictably and destructively. I would later learn that she had invited Jason to her house the day before, fascinated by his size and curious to try his incredible cock. After less than an hour she turned him away, terrified and overwhelmed at the immense task of taking such a monstrosity into her body, as much as she wanted it. Excitement had given way to fear and panic, and she had been unwilling to endure his powerful invasion. Jason had felt it early, and though he respected a woman’s right to refuse him, he had been insulted and rejected, which a woman was only allowed to do once. If she wanted another chance to experience his awesome endowment, she was going to have to pay for it. He was too desired and too worshipped to waste his time on cowardly girls, and denying his cock was nearly unforgivable. If she really wanted the gift of his superior dick, he was going to have to teach her how to accept it, and that was the only way. Now she entered his domain to atone for his humiliation and accept the punishment. I could sense her fear, and it was strangely satisfying.

    Jason was still lying naked on the bed, like a god in his sexual power. “Take your clothes off and start sucking me, you fucking cock whore,” he said loudly, not opening his eyes. I was startled at hearing this from him, not just because I had never heard him talk this way, but because I sensed with a start that I was about to realize just how relatively gentle he always was with me. I heard Tanya gasp suddenly and stop, frightened and confused. She looked at me briefly, unsure what my role was going to be, and then back at him. He opened his eyes angrily and looked at her. His gigantic penis seemed to throb and expand in place, as if preparing itself for a violent conquest. The air was tense. She slowly and awkwardly obeyed, removing first her shirt and pants, then her panties and bra, allowing her ample breasts to fall magnificently downward and shaking her beautiful hair backwards. She really was a pretty creature, and her fear seemed to only intensify her beauty, as she cowered naked and helpless in front of Jason’s awesome size. I could tell that she was as thrilled as she was terrified, and noticed that she was already aroused and flushed with excitement. She had made a grave error in letting him go yesterday, and she was not going to let it happen again.
     
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    Within seconds she was on her knees, on the bed, crouched clumsily over that long, massive member that seemed to bulge ever larger in defiance of her efforts to tame it. Jason lay stubbornly still, refusing to acknowledge her oral service, which, I noticed with embarrassment, was delivered sloppily and pathetically. Her mouth strained to fit his enormous head inside it, and her hands gripped too far down the shaft to stabilize his length against her bobbing head. She completely ignored the flaring rim of his head, choosing instead to concentrate on just the tip and the shaft, and her breathing was choppy and tortured, forcing her to gasp for air every few seconds, bringing her mouth off the head completely. It was a horrible blowjob, and Tanya knew it. Jason was becoming angrier. Sitting up suddenly, he seized her head with one hand and the middle of his cock with the other. He forced her mouth onto his big dick in strong, even bobs, sliding his pole upward to the back of her throat with forceful thrusts. It was only about half hard as it was, and she shouldn’t have had trouble taking the hint and responding by adjusting her rhythm and breathing, not to mention her grip. The rim of his thick head needed to be stimulated, and she should not have stopped her motion to leave that part outside her mouth, though it was a very girthy three inches down on his penis. After a minute she began to gag, and he graciously let go to allow her to take over the motion. Instead of learning this simple lesson and mimicking his rhythm and depth, she chose instead to change her position and start licking weakly on the side of his cock, like an ice cream cone. Jason’s body tensed with indignation, and his huge cock hardened quickly into an angry, throbbing weapon. He had given her a chance to redeem herself, and that was it. It was time now for punishment.

    It all happened very quickly, and I could only stand by, awe-struck and staring, as Jason threw Tanya onto her back and climbed on top of her, his enormous genitals swollen and quivering, his face firm and terrible. She instinctively drew her knees up toward her large, shaking breasts in a kind of defensive posture, helpless and horrified, like a small pinned animal. Looking from slightly behind him, I could see Jason’s large, hairy ass draw his cock awesomely upward, aligning it swiftly with her exposed, dripping cunt, like a drill or jackhammer ready to destroy its target. “He’s going to kill her,” I thought quickly with alarm, but my mind reeled with excitement at the immense sense of justice I was witnessing, as the same hung instrument of pleasure I had come to worship and serve was preparing to defend its divine right to please, pain, and destroy. I heard a low exhale of breath from Jason before he drove it deep into his victim.

    “AHH! NO! WAIT!” Tanya screeched, looking up in terror at Jason, who had just crammed a full six inches of meat into her pussy. He grinned with delight back down at her, as his massive cock pressed tightly against the walls of her petite tunnel, humorously small for his enormous size. God, she was tight. It felt great, and he started a quick, aggressive rhythm pounding into her, taking advantage of the ground he had just gained in that first thrust. There were a hell of a lot of inches to fit in her small snatch, and it wasn’t going to be easy cramming them all in. He was going to have to pace himself and keep a firm posture to do it. He took both of her arms, which were flailing on either side, and pinned them above her head, and moved his body forward to rock her backwards and expose more of her crotch underneath his domineering body. I saw his ass cheeks tense powerfully as he maneuvered more of his awesome pole downward, then drawing it out only in small, measured inches. There was so much of it outside Tanya’s struggling body, and I was fascinated with the sheer visual spectacle of his penetration. There was no question that she was going to take all of it, but how it would fit, God only knew.

    Her screams rose louder and more pathetically with pain and apology, and it was clear that she was in for an excruciating hour. She had refused this amazing cock once, insulted it again, and failed to amend her errors before asking for its pleasure. This was the result, and I could only gape with awe and respect as Jason deftly dealt out the due punishment for humiliating his flawless penis. But instead of his usual attitude of oblivion and ignorance to the girl he was blessing, now Jason was fully engaged with deliberate motions and obvious enjoyment. He looked her squarely in the face and grinned with satisfaction at her pain and his pleasure. His cock was lodged uncompromisingly in her stretching pussy, and he wasn’t taking it out until he was finished with her. For my own education, the message was clear: any insult to Jason’s cock was an insult to Jason, and he was taking a personal interest in correcting her attitude toward it. It was the dark back side of cock worship, and it was terrifying to behold. I couldn’t help but pity this poor creature pinned underneath the cruel justice of a large cock, but I knew at the same time I was also watching a transformation similar to my own, after which she would never recover. It was at once frightening and beautiful.

    I moved behind the two of them, locked in their tantric struggle of power, and observed the mind boggling sight of Jason’s massive cock slowly entering Tanya’s small, straining cunt. There was more than half of it dry and still untouched, and its whole amazing length was bulging with strength and anger, making it seem even larger. The lips of her battered pussy were stretched wide open, as if about to separate from her body, blown away by Jason’s god-like effort that drilled downward, now half an inch, now back out, now a full inch, now back out. The rhythm rose and fell with Tanya’s tortured cries, and heat came off it in waves, which I could feel hitting my flushed face that gazed awe-struck at the punishing fuck on display before me. They were both oblivious to my presence, and I had the sobering thought that this was the same penis I had held in my hands just minutes before, tame and trusting, now being used as a fierce weapon, now causing an ignorant girl to rethink her whole concept of sex and size. Jason was revealed now in his full, destructive power, using his cock as an instrument of justice. It was breath-taking.

    Tanya was overwhelmed, incredulous, and deeply in pain. Her entire body seemed to center around the impending force of this gigantic pole invading her, and it was excruciating. She was feeling the waves of judgment flowing swiftly in the forms of punishing thrusts into her body, for her foolishness and unwillingness to submit properly, the first time. She knew she was in way over her head with a guy with such an impossible endowment, and he was no fool after all. He demanded respect on account of his size, and she was now willing to give it to him, too late.

    Jason was having the time of his life. His cock had never felt bigger, and a pussy had never felt tighter. Her thrashing motions were squeezing his bulging cock in short, pleasurable rhythms, and his penis felt about ready to split her open from sheer joy. He could feel that he was just less than halfway inside her, and already she looked about ready to pass out. It had happened before to other girls, and it would probably be good for her. That would allow him to finish fucking her in peace. Her eyes were looking up at him in sheer panic, and it was marvelous to watch. That’s right, bitch, now you’re taking my big cock like you wanted to all along. Shame you had to force me to do it this way. You could have taken it the nice way the first time. You could have been smart like Alysen, and learned to respect it the right way. He closed his eyes, grinned, and sighed. God, he loved pussy. It seemed like God himself had made it just for his cock, to take it like this, while girls could only stare up at him in pain and amazement, the owner of the largest dick they had ever seen. They would talk about it for the rest of their lives. They would never see another one like it. They would return again and again to offer themselves up to him, all because it was his. He was going to take his sweet time on this fuck, and make sure this little slut saw every bit of pleasure on his face, so she could know just how great her tight little pussy was making him feel. It was his gift back to her. Her body was a sacrifice to his incredible cock, and his only job was to make sure she saw that it was accepted with approval. He gave out a deep groan and shoved another inch in. His whole cock throbbed with pleasure. Fuck yeah. Plenty more inches to go, baby. You’re going to feel every one. He listened to her pleas for mercy and cries of pain, and smiled deeper. They were music to his ears. His dick was just too big. God, it felt big now, moving deeper and deeper into her little snatch, her tortured juices lubing it up nicely all around the tight space between her and his huge meat. And Alysen is watching it all, learning from this, the easy way…
     
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    I was now standing beside the bed, looking at both of them, struck by the sheer erotic contrast of it all. It was one gigantic penis, creating two completely different experiences for two people sharing the same fuck. It was striking pure fear into her heart, filling her body with pain and torture as she struggled to absorb the size and strength of the massive member. Her eyes were blurry and filling with tears, and her mouth was open with wimpers and screams. For her the huge dick was an instrument of horror and justice, and it was sinking deep into her guilty body with relish. As for Jason, it was an experience of pure ecstasy, filling his body with wave upon wave of delight. His face was locked in a joyful grin, his eyes looking mockingly down into hers, as his monstrous penis was buried halfway into her surrendering cunt, quivering with satisfaction, looking for new ways to pay its owner thrills with each new inch. I felt that I was seeing two opposite extremes right next to each other, the immense pleasure and the immense pain, all from one extraordinary organ released to wield its full power. It had never occurred to me how much Jason had been holding back, out of mercy and respect for me, and it filled me with just that much more admiration. He was an amazing creature.

    Tanya felt yet another inch of that impossible column slip into her, and she wondered with agony how many more were left. It seemed that the head of his penis was in her throat- that same head she had neglected to throat properly just minutes ago. It was a mistake to think she could please it without a process of learning. It was a mistake to think she knew everything. She should have taken his hints to perform better, and now her performance wasn’t even a factor. He had taken that privilege away from her. This big cock will always get what it wants, whether her cooperation was present or not. She now knew that this wasn’t the better way. She knew what to do next time.

    Jason was getting more and more into this fuck as he put more of his cock inside her. In a way, punishing girls was so much fun. It was the only time he gave his cock no rules at all, and let it take every last drop of the pleasure that it craved. He could feel the tip of his ball sack touching her ass now with every in-stroke, and estimated that he must have about nine or ten inches buried in her. His scrotum hung down far and heavy, and he was immensely proud of it. Big balls were always a source of pride for the male gender, and his were magnificent. He stopped on an in-stroke, stabbing extra hard into her tightened body, forcing a satisfying yelp out of Tanya, and felt his balls resting hotly on her waiting ass, heavy and powerful. They needed to be sucked. He looked over at me and gave the order, then turned back to admire her expression, as she continued to deal with the strain of coping with his big dick. That’s right, baby. You’re liking it now. You’ll never go back. A rush of delight struck his brain as the warm feel of my mouth on his ball sack pushed him further into a stupor. Fuck, it felt good. He had been teaching me well. He froze for a minute and relaxed his muscles, taking some time out to enjoy the dual throbbing sources of pleasure down in his crotch. He closed his eyes and concentrated, savoring the feeling, damming it up inside his body into a concentrated knot of pulsing delight. He could feel my mouth struggling to fit around his right nut, finally slipping it in and rolling it gently. Fuck, that’s right. He had to breathe deeply to absorb the mind-blowing feeling of power building up in him, radiating up from his genitals. He was god in this room, with his enormous cock sunk three-quarters into the pussy of one beautiful girl, and his oversized balls being sucked carefully, one at a time, by another one, all at his command. This is what it means to be hung, he thought, opening his eyes and grinning down at Tanya once more.

    But Tanya couldn’t see much anymore, her vision going blurry and her mind starting to blank out after the past twenty minutes of shock waves had left her nearly incapacitated. All she could make out was Jason’s dominant, happy face above her, and the present, tangible feeling of being FUCKED.
     
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    I thought it was kind of awkward how you switched perspectives three times in the same paragraph.
     
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    Just awesome babe. Never stop writing.
     
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    Incredible......
    Keep writing.....

    May I offer a personal observation ?
    Altho' while a bit overly arrogant at times....Jason does not seem unintelligent.

    You had said he was far from intelligent.

    I just know that No one could be a male dom to me if he was not also very intelligent as well as hung........and the more intelligent the better.....he'd already know me well enough to stay a step ahead of me....
    Knowing I would have no private sexual thoughts because he already knew me so well......Soo erotic.

    Anyway......just an observation from what I know about myself.

    As I said, Do keep writing !
    Write what works for you.....
    This is great !!
     
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    I generally agree with you, however some people develop highly particularized intelligences due to various incentives or circumstances that inspire them. I spent a few years working in a casino and met a number of very good card counters while I was there. I was amazed by their abilities and tried to engage them in conversations only to discover that they generally seemed to be of middling intelligence. The monetary incentive was the cause of their incredible abilities, they were able to transcend their intellectual limitations in certain small areas because of their greed. Almost any human mind can do incredible things, in one or two areas, with constant and i mean constant practice. It's just a matter of incentive and the willingness to dedicate one's self to a single intellectual goal. No one will be able to develop a significantly increased general intelligence, but in particular areas its simply a matter of total focus.

    Highly simplified, the premise of this story is that a massive cock is a powerful thing. It seems like the sort of thing that could require ior cause its owner, though somewhat mediocre intellectually, to develop a particularized intelligence regarding the its usage.
     
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