The Size Adademy 2 [fan fiction]

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Jason held his ground, refusing to move despite Chloe’s curses. Then he gave a mighty shove to his hips forcing his cock several inches back in, causing a huge gasp from Chloe, and reducing her to moans and gasps instead of curses for a bit.

However Jason was still around two inches short of this morning’s blue mark. And Chloe had reached that level on her own, forcing her cunt down on him while he lay there unconcernedly, with his eye half on the TV and his hand on his beer. As usual in this type of session he only got really interested and focused when I had drawn my mark with Chloe’s signature blue felt tip and it was time for him to cum. Once this stage was reached he came back to himself, concentrated fully on the sensations flooding in through all the nerve endings in his stupendous cock, and let it rip, though he there had to be a limit on his pleasure because he knew his partner was not yet ready to take him to full depth, and there was a real possibility of injury or damage to her cunt.

But tonight in Chloe’s final test there would be no limits, no careful holding back—and now Jason was fully in control.

He remained at that point a while longer. Chloe’s yells and imprecations resumed and reached new levels of desperation. ‘Put it in me you fucker!! Now!! I want all of it!! NOW!’ Jason made as if to thrust further in, but instead very slowly, he pulled out an inch. Chloe screamed in frustration. Jason looked round at Mark and winked. ‘Rule number two! You decide how much she gets and when. Not her. Making her wait for it can be all the more fun’. Mark nodded, to show he’d got the message, and turned his attention back to the point where Jason’s huge shaft was stuck all but five inches or so into the straining chasm which was Chloe’s poor abused pussy.

Jason pulled a little further out, and he asked me to apply some extra lube right down at the point where he was entering Chloe. I made a thorough job of it, lovingly caressing his mighty penis. Then he pulled back just an inch more, Chloe still swearing at him, paused a moment, and he slammed in.

The air was knocked from Chloe’s lungs; she stopped screaming and started to moan in pain. That mighty thrust had broken new ground, the last blue mark had disappeared into her tunnel and Jason grinned in delight. He turned back and high fived Mark once again. But there was still an inch to an inch and a half to go.

This sight of this mighty thrust had a dramatic effect on Mark. It was as if some valve deep in his groin had flipped open. Blood was now surging into his mighty cock. It was gaining ground steadily now, and as it continued to add more length and to grow still fatter in fits and starts it struggled against gravity finally to raise itself just above the vertical and stay there. I’d never known an erection take as long as this one.

Mark knew that everyone was watching him, and it seemed to quicken this process. Finally his now truly massive penis began to win its war against gravity, and although its weight continued pulling it down from the horizontal, an increasingly obvious up-curve brought the very tip of his orange-sized head almost level with his base, projecting far out in front of him.

Meanwhile Jason was preparing for his final showdown with Chloe.
 

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“Do you really want the rest?’ he asked Chloe. She was breathing heavily, trying to control the pain she must feel radiating out from her groin. I remembered my first session with Jason and the almost unbearable pressure of his intrusion as I got down to the last two or three inches. But I had persevered, and not looked back. ‘He’s asking you whether you want the rest of him’, I said, thinking that Chloe hadn’t heard him. ‘Of course I do!’ she hissed, ‘tell the fucker to shove it in whatever it takes!’


‘Okay, you asked for it’ grunted Jason, extra turned on because another guy was witnessing the encounter and because of the joy his cock was pouring into his body. ‘It’s going to take a lot of force, so Mark can help.’

He asked Mark to come round in front of Chloe, who was still kneeling across the bed. ‘Hey ladies, given the man some space, you can see he needs it!’ Jason was right: as Mark walked just that short distance past the clutch of girls observing the ‘exam’ his mighty cock swung about way in front of him. Mark always had to be careful in this state not to knock into anything—or anyone—and not to turn without being sure he had a lot of extra room. Now he was so careful not to let his cock swing into any of the girls that he didn’t notice the chair standing near the other end of the end as he turned the corner his cock swung out and pushed it over.

Mark stood near Chloe’s end of the bed, his cock thrusting out from his crotch in a great arc, but gradually coming to rest. Jason asked him to hold Chloe by the shoulders, and to maintain firm pressure against his penetration. Mark nodded and moved into position, taking care to make sure his penis was safely clear of her shoulders and back. Now Jason, crouched over Chloe, was forced to gaze straight at Mark’s enormous throbbing head, looking it right in its gaping ‘eye’.

‘Boy! Are you going to do some damage with that, or what?’ Jason’s admiration seemed to be just what Mark’s cock needed to come to its full potential. It surged up, jumping about in time with its owner’s heartbeat, looking as eager as a dog trying to catch a ball.

It was an amazing sight, and Mark knew he had won the admiration of all the women there, and that Karen shared in his pride … he could see her gazing at him … this special man was her fiancé! What meant almost more to him was the admiration of a man like Jason; and Jason was man enough to give it to him volubly: ‘Man, that is what I call a DICK!’ Mark loved to hear that, and his great penis swelled up a little more in pride.

His penis was hugely long; at least a couple of inches longer than Jason was my guess, and if the shaft behind his great flaring cockhead was still a little slimmer than Jason’s, by the time you got within five or six inches of the root the steady increase in bulk toward the base was almost painful to see; he was indeed a cunt-splitter down in his base section and if I ever got the chance of taking him in that far I knew I would suffer for it.

I now had a good chance to feast my eyes on Mark; from base to tip (where his wide slit was now gaping open and spewing a stream of precum), I memorised what every inch looked like, in case I never got the chance of seeing it again.

But Jason hadn’t forgotten that he was giving Chloe her final test, and that he was giving a vital demonstration to Mark as he did so. He resumed his work.

Jason told Mark to maintain pressure and to keep doing so, whatever he or Chloe yelled at him. Then he braced himself, and began to apply pressure behind his deeply embedded shaft. There was no movement for a bit, though Chloe resumed her screaming. Then Jason’s hips jerked a little bit forward, as Chloe’s cunt gave into the pressure and half an inch more of him entered. ‘This is the best way to do it with a new girl, once you get to this sort of depth’, said Jason. ‘Anything more vigorous might cause some damage. Let her stretch until she can take you.’

The three of them made a sort of tableau like this, I thought. I wished I had a camera handy to record the moment. Two superlatively hung guys working together to achieve their goal of total penetration. I hoped that I’d get to see a lot more of this, Mark and Jason working together.. As it happened, I wasn’t to be disappointed.

Jason began to increase the pressure again. Mark kept to his post, his tremendous cock bouncing up and down in excitement, mainly at the thought that he wanted to do what Jason was doing … preferably as soon as possible. Then there was a huge farting sound from deep within Chloe’s pussy, and all in a final sudden rush, Jason drove in to the hilt.

Chloe’s scream turned into a yell of triumph, but I knew she must be in tremendous pain. She moved straight into a victorious cum, which added to Jason’s pleasure as he was gripped and caressed and squeezed all the way down his shaft. He had so many pleasure receptors in his dick and his best moments came when none of them got left out.

‘Keep the pressure up, Mark; I want to try a little movement in a moment or two. It’s always good to do that when you’ve broken new ground, it makes it easier the next time.’ So after a little delay, Jason began to stir his great cock a little, then to flex it, causing groans from Chloe. Then he began tiny shallow strokes, just two or three inches out then forcefully and proprietorially back in; this cunt was being marked as his now. But soon Jason was ready to come, he drove home with a final punishing thrust, he and Chloe sagged down on the bed, and he emptied his cum far into her with yells of delight.

They lay there with Jason still rammed up to the hilt in Chloe's pussy, savouring its triumph. But Jason raised his head, looking straight at Mark's colossal head, which couldn't have been more than a few inches away from him, and must have filled his view.

Jason had something to say. ‘Well done Chloe! That was a truly great fuck. A clear pass, magna cum laude. Hot tight pussy! But now not so tight as before I think. But ladies, haven’t you forgotten one of the most important rules of this academy? ’ We looked at him. He seemed to be inventing a lot of rules today.

‘The rule that if the big guy has a hard on, it must never be left uncared for. It must be admired, pleasured, accommodated, never simply ignored. And here is the big man with an enormous hard on right here’, and he pointed to where Mark’s pillar looked ready to burst, ‘and all of you are doing fuck all about it. It’s not getting any attention! What is the poor guy supposed to do? So, put that right!’
 

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Thanks for adding to my favorite story. It's great.

And here is the big man with an enormous hard on right here’, and he pointed to where Mark’s pillar looked ready to burst, ‘and all of you are doing fuck all about it. It’s not getting any attention! What is the poor guy supposed to do? So, put that right!’

Plus, it cracks me up that Jason has turned British! :smile:
 

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Thanks for adding to my favorite story. It's great.



Plus, it cracks me up that Jason has turned British! :smile:

Sorry Succubeth, I was doing my best and that slipped through. Perhaps we'll just have to assume that Jason had an exchange semester in Bristol somewhere along the line, and picked a bit of slang up.

At least I didn't make him say:

'I beg your pardon ladies, but if you don't mind me saying so, it's a pretty poor show. Here's a poor chap with a stiffie the size of Big Ben and you seem to be ignoring it! it just isn't cricket. Would you mind awfully much getting on and doing something about it?'
 

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Jason issued his challenge to the girls. When Mark heard what he said, he began to shift his weight uneasily from one foot to the other, nervous about what might happen, and his great cock began to lurch about, out of control.

What happened next wasn’t the best episode in the academy’s record. Granted, it wasn’t complete chaos; there wasn’t any pushing and shoving as a whole crowd of women tried to get a piece of the action. But it just wasn’t done very well.

Dealing with Mark was—in more than one way!—a bit like dealing with a big, powerful, nervous stallion. He was clearly very excited. His cock was twitching, jumping in time with his powerful heartbeat, his massive cockhead looked ready to explode, and the cavernous slit was opening and closing a bit like a gasping fish out of water. But his emotional state was entirely in contrast with his physicality—it was out of synch with his powerful build and his enormous genitals. Mark was clearly full of anxiety; even while his great penis was making its amazing display he kept looking over to Karen for reassurance.

First two girls pried his hands away from Chloe’s shoulders; then they led him back two or three paces, so he was well clear of the bed and there was room for the girls to get access. There wasn’t any discussion, and some people seemed happy just to watch—especially Karen, who was hanging back. I couldn’t imagine what must be going through her mind, but I don’t think she moved her eyes from Mark’s great penis even once.

Within a minute or so, a team of girls had got into position. They seemed to be happy to share. One girl—Erica I think—got on the floor behind Mark's widely parted legs, and simply pushed her face up into his huge scrotum, so that she was completely smothered by it. His heavy balls bulged out on either side of her face, and she reached up with both hands and began to massage the underside of the mighty base of his cock where the bulge of his enormous cum tube added to its mind-numbing girth.

Two girls knelt down on either side of the far end of his cock, they grasped him together just below the base of his head to hold him steady. And they began to kiss and suck and lick his obscene cockhead from both sides: leering across at each other across the gleaming stretched skin of his glans.

There was plenty of room for two other girls on either side of his shaft, and they reached in to stroke and tickle and massage and squeeze him at various points along his length as best they could.

It was an amazing sight, and although I might have been disappointed not to be in on the action, the view from where I was standing was incredible. I was behind Mark, a little to the left of him. I could see his thick neck as he bent his head downwards to see what was being done to his cock. Then I admired his broad shoulders and wide back, tapering down to his waist. Then his powerful ass, muscular and prominent, with just enough flesh on it to fill it out beautifully, then his powerful legs, wide apart, and his big feet firmly planted on the floor. I could see the rear of his heavy ball sack, with Erica’s face almost smothered in it. Then because of the angle I was looking from, I could see at least half of the length of his penis, the glorious massive up-curved arc of it as it thrust between the girls who were trying to service it.

Then I looked right up to his head. It was still more swollen than before, and from this angle I could see just how far the corona of the head projected beyond the shaft that supported it. From my viewpoint it looked at least half an inch proud of the shaft above and all around the sides, probably quite a bit more. Once that cockhead managed to penetrate anyone, it would be no joke letting it go again. I could feel my pussy wince, even though it moistened at the sight. Two girls were licking and kissing the corona from opposite sides, and it was obviously driving him wild. The whole mighty cock was pulsing with power.

When Jason and I talked about this later, I realised what the problem was about this scenario. Jason’s cock had gradually become accustomed to receive lavish amounts of attention, and by now he was used to deep prolonged fucking several times a day. He was assertive; he knew what his penis liked, he made sure that it received it. He was finely tuned to the appetite and desires of his penis, and when it was being pleasured he had learnt to handle the flood of delight that it poured into him. He had become thoroughly accustomed to receiving huge amounts of pleasure from his penis, so much so that it would be very hard for him to go without it for very long.

But Mark hadn’t yet been trained in this way. He’d never yet achieved penetration at depth; or indeed much penetration at all. He’d had very little experience in general. Until he came here, he had come to see his cock as a massive problem, not as a huge source of delight for him and his partner. He hadn’t begun to connect with his cock properly, and as yet he had no idea of all the pleasure it could receive and transmit. He was a newbie in every respect. But we ought to be the people who could help him.

There was no plan or coherence in the pleasuring his cock was getting. At one and the same moment it was all happening. He could feel his heavy balls being jostled and fondled and licked. He could feel the fat base of his shaft being palpated. While right at the other end his swollen head could feel a pair of soft lips on one side, and the friction of someone’s tongue on the other. At different points in between his shaft was being fingered, palmed, stroked, squeezed, patted and massaged.

The vast network of pleasure receptors in his genitals was overloaded with the messages they were getting, his nervous system was about to go into overload, and he felt pretty near to passing out.

I yelled at them to slow down. Couldn’t they see it was too much for him? I righted the chair he had knocked down earlier so that he could use it for support. But they didn’t pay much attention to what I said. One of them called across to poor Karen, who was still standing and staring, not knowing what to think. ‘Hey, Karen! Come and give your fiancé a kiss! Don’t you think he deserves one?’

Which is exactly what she did. She came over to where Mark’s head was jutting out between the two girls servicing it, and planted a big wet kiss, right on the tip. There was nothing fancy, no tonguing of his gaping slit. Just one simple wet kiss, right on the tip, while she looked up at Mark’s face with a wide smile.

That did it. A strangled groan from Mark, and he began to warn them: ‘Ladies, please stand back … watch out …’

Jason had been following all this, while still deeply embedded in poor Chloe. He raised his head: ‘Out of the way girls, this I want to see.’
 
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Jason had been following all this, while still deeply embedded in poor Chloe. He raised his head: ‘Out of the way girls, this I want to see.’

The girls were used to obeying Jason’s instructions, so they let go and fell back, although Erica, whose head was forced up between Mark’s balls, didn’t respond because she could hardly hear.

Mark’s shaft fell back when their supporting hands and mouths were withdrawn, but then it leapt up again. He was clearly totally wired up, desperate to come, stimulated and driven crazy beyond his tolerance.

Then several things happened, one after another:

· Mark’s cockhead turned a deeper shade of red, looking as if it was about to explode;

· He thrust his hips powerfully forward;

· Some safety valve somewhere in his system must have opened, because there was a huge further inrush of blood, his cockhead swelled up even further, the veins along his shaft stood out in relief, ready to burst, and suddenly his cock lurched forward at least another inch, all in one mighty convulsion;

· The wide mouth at the end of his cock began to spasm;

· There was a gurgling sound of liquid churning somewhere deep in Mark’s groin.

I had never imagined that a human cock could be as immense or as powerful as this. It was beyond description. If any woman could manage to take him in at any depth, how could she survive that cruel extra blow, as his great cock swelled up even longer and weightier inside her? It could destroy her. Although I knew already that Mark was a gentle, sweet-natured man, what was between his legs was not gentle—it was powerful, brutish and cruel.

The gaping slit at the tip of his cockhead yawned open even wider. There was a hissing sound as the liquid was forced up the length of his shaft. A moment later a long jet of semen shot out right across the room. Then another spurt, which splatted against Chloe and Jason and generously doused the bed.

His mighty cock was lurching and leaping, its slit looking even more like the mouth of some prehistoric creature ready to grab and devour. But it seemed to be spasming on air. Gasping like some stranded whale. Was that the end of his display?

It wasn’t. Those first two jets of semen proved to be just the preliminary, a sort of clearing of the pipes. As I looked, Mark’s glans grew even bigger, if that were possible, its mouth gaped even wider, and after a short delay a series of huge jets of semen shot out. The whole room was filled with the heavy scent of it. Mark shouted in pain as the cum forced its way out of his enormous penis. It seemed to go on and on and on.

Could any woman withstand an assault like this? I thought that it was very doubtful, and Karen had my full sympathy. However, I was fool enough to make a private resolution as I stood there watching Mark’s cock give this mighty display. I vowed that I would attempt it, if I ever got the chance.

Jason was transfixed by what he saw. It had been enough to turn him on, and his cock, still rammed fully into the depth of Chloe’s pussy, sprang to life again. A furious fuck followed, in which Jason showed Chloe no mercy whatsoever. He used long powerful punishing strokes, and before long came again, copiously.

The air in the room stank of cum. As Jason pulled his spent anaconda out of Chloe with the usual belching of cum from her abused pussy, the girls surrounding Mark pulled a chair up for him and lowered him gently into it.
Would any of us be brave enough to offer ourselves to Mark? It seemed to me that only a fool would risk it. Poor Mark! And poor Karen! How could a sweet inexperienced girl like her begin to deal with a man like him?
 

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Mark slumped back in his chair, his enormous softening cock looping over his ball sack, along the seat, off the edge, and down towards the floor. Every now and then it gurgled out another gob of come, adding to the mess he had made over much of the room. He looked utterly spent.

Jason gave Chloe a hug, congratulated her on her ‘graduation’ and came over to Mark, his own cock dripping come almost as copiously as his was. ‘Boy! How long had you been storing that up for? It looked like at least a month’s worth.’ Mark said that he had jacked off just before he and Karen had left their apartment six or seven hours before, and it seemed that for Jason this was the final piece of the jigsaw. He simply must join Jason here. They would be joint kings of the academy. They had so much in common; surely they must work together. Jason said he was sure he could help Mark develop his huge potential to the absolute max. They could work together, have all the sex they wanted … it would be a blast!

I had the feeling that Mark was withdrawing into himself a little after his amazing display. I didn’t think Jason should press him too hard; it would be better to let him talk this over with Karen. They had so much to think about and talk over after these last few hours.

Chloe limped off to recover, some of the girls began to put right the mess Mark had made of the room, and the rest began to drift back to the kitchen. I led Mark off to show him the shower; but I decided to leave Karen alone with him. I desperately hoped that they’d come back to experience the full range of what the academy could offer them, but I thought that too much ‘sales talk’ could put off this very conventional couple, who seemed to be halfway back to the discomfort they’d felt when they first came. No way did I want to try to crowd them or bully them—we might never see them again, and I might never get close to that magnificent cock.

A few minutes later, Mark came out of the shower, his hair still damp, but squeaky clean, his cock hanging heavy but soft, the head back in its sheath as I had first seen it. I brought Karen and Mark their clothes. I was fascinated by the huge harness Mark used to contain his genitals, and I watched him as he put it on. I knew enough men to know that most of them simply pull their boxers or briefs up, and let their junk fall where it will, any old how.

Not so with Mark. With him it seemed to be a two or three stage process. First he stepped into the straps and pulled the whole thing up. Then he pulled the lower section of the pouch up round his scrotum. His sack was hanging much lower than it had when I first saw it; his testes were so enormous that they must put a lot of strain on the sac when it wasn’t supported … and unusually for Mark it hadn’t been supported for all this time. I could hear him sigh as he felt the fabric take the weight. It must be a huge relief for him.

Then he adjusted the waist band, and pulled the top straps over his shoulders, and made sure his cock was supported securely up against him by adjusting the tension. Finally he made a quick inspection with his fingers all the way round the base of the pouch and up the sides, to make sure none of his junk was escaping, and that the sides were flush against his body. He must have done that automatically thousands of times, and thought nothing of it. But to me his huge outlandish jockstrap, which despite its capacity was straining to contain him, was just one more sign of his enormous masculine power.

He and Karen finished their dressing, and Jason came to wish them farewell. He kissed Karen, and gave Mark a long bear hug. He told him again how much he hoped that they would get to work alongside each other. He slapped Mark on the back and said he’d never met another man like him. They had the two biggest cocks in the country … they simply had to team up. Mark was back to being nervous, hesitant and non-committal; I could see that he and Karen badly to be alone to talk.

When they’d gone I thought back over the events of the last few hours. Surely Karen couldn’t deal with that emperor sized cock on her own? Surely they’d come back?

Surely I would get a chance to fuck Mark. For the next 36 hours, that’s all I could think of.
 
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Mark and Karen drove home. Neither of them could say a word; they were both shocked at everything they had seen (and in Mark’s case everything he’d done); they were each too busy trying to work out what it all meant.

Mark looked over at Karen: he couldn’t read her thoughts at all. Was she angry with him for letting all those women see his dick? Did she hate him for displaying himself the way he’d done? He didn’t think so; he knew her angry face, and this wasn’t it.

And she had kissed his dick! Mark kept replaying that moment over and over in his mind. The sloppy kiss right on the tip of his cockhead. And he kept picturing that lovely smile right into his eyes. She hadn’t smiled like that at him for weeks. Not since his lousy dick had come between them. He thought—he knew—that she detested his dick. It had hurt her, badly, more than once. It had made her bleed; it might have come near to causing her a real injury for all he knew. No wonder she hated it; Mark was beginning to think she hated him because of it. That feeling had been enough to make it impossible for him to have a hard on if she was around. His dick had made him ashamed; he felt like a freak, he had an abnormality, just as one of the medics he’d seen about his penis had said once.

But today, he’d had one of the biggest erections he’d ever had, and she’d looked at it, smiled, and run over to kiss him, right on the tip. That had been enough to send him over the edge, he didn’t care about all those other girls grabbing at him from every angle; it was Karen, she’d looked at his dick and smiled! Perhaps they would be fine together after all. He sure hoped so.

Karen cut across these private thoughts of Mark by asking him to drive to the late night general store they sometimes used; she had one or two things she needed. Mark pulled up as she asked and returned to his thoughts.

Before he’d got much further in trying to figure it all out she was climbing back into the car. She grinned and opened the bag: ‘Like to see what I’ve got, mister?’ She’d only bought two items, and it took a while for Mark to get the message they were spelling out. First she pulled out a jumbo-sized jar of lube. Then she held up her other purchase—just a simple gold-coloured felt tip pen. What the fuck? Then he realised why she was laughing at him. ‘Hey, noble Lord of the bed-chamber, will you allow me the honour of being your golden girl? From what I could see today, I think none of the harem has 'gone for gold' yet.’ And she reached over and patted the bulge of his cockhead where she knew it was hiding under his shirt.

Mark knew she was hoping he’d get the joke. But he didn’t laugh. Her words and her touch had two effects on him, but laughter wasn’t one of them. First, he sprung a huge erection, it punched up so suddenly in front of him that he felt he was going to pass out. Second, he began to cry.

Usually an erection took a lot of time; his erectile capacity was so great that it took a long while for his system to deliver the quantity of blood that it required. Until his middle teens he’d sometimes had those shockingly fast ones that gave you no warning at all, but that was when his dick hadn’t yet got so large. Now it took a long time, which helped him deal with erections a bit more easily.

But not this one! His cock lurched up in front of him, like a thick arm punching its way up from his groin. There was a tearing sound. Mark realised it had been too much for his jock and one of the seams in it had been punched apart.

‘Fuck!’ groaned Mark between his tears, ‘that pathetic jockstrap was new last week! What a waste!’ Karen had never seen Mark cry before; she was all tender concern, she put one arm around him, while continuing to massage the uppermost section of Mark’s raging erection.

Out it all came, all that Mark had been fearful about, how he thought she hated his cock, and even worse was angry with him, how he thought she would leave him. Then he told her how worried he was that she’d hate him even more for showing his cock to all those women. ‘But it was you, not any of the rest of them; when you kissed ‘him’; that meant more to me than anything, it was your wonderful kiss that made him shoot like that. It was only you.’

Sitting there in the car, they had the best moments they had shared in months. Mark said that he couldn’t drive; his sudden hard on had made him feel faint and in any case he was still crying a bit. Karen took charge, and he shifted into the passenger seat.

As she drove she told Mark that she was taking charge in another way too. First thing tomorrow she would start work on him and his notorious penis. She didn’t care what it took. Or how long it took. She didn't need Jason or any of those women to help her: she'd do it on her own.


‘Did you hear that, your lordship?’ (patting him on his raging head) ‘we have a date, first thing tomorrow, you and your golden girl. Be ready.’
 

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Karen lay in bed, looking at Mark as he lay next to her, sprawled across two-thirds of the king-sized bed. Boy, she loved him so much. She’d almost driven him away, though … What a fool!

She gazed at his deep powerful chest, as it gently rose and fell. She couldn’t resist nuzzling into the broad shoulder that spread so far over to her side of the bed; just to run her fingers lightly over his skin as he lay there asleep was enough to fill her again with a sense of his sheer bulk and strength; the beauty and the wonder of him. He was her man: he’d shown her yesterday that his eyes were for her alone. But she’d come perilously near to driving him away—fool!

But last night that had all been put aside. She driven him home, led him indoors (he was still trembling with emotion), helped him first to strip off, then she’d freed his massive erection from the remains of its ruined jockstrap. She’d showered it with love, covering it with kisses from base to tip to make up for all the unkindness she’d shown it, and brought Mark to a shattering climax. After yet another shower, they’d hit the sack, Mark falling instantly asleep. He’s hardly said a word the whole time, but he hadn’t needed to.

Mark shifted in his sleep. He was lying on his back, filling most of the space, with his tree trunk thighs splayed widely apart as usual. Karen wriggled out of bed. It was warm, so she figured she could risk pulling some of the duvet away without waking him. She pulled it gently, and she gently wriggled up from the foot of the bed into the space between his legs.

She lightly massaged one of his heavy thighs. It was ringed with muscle, hard and firm, yet his skin was beautifully soft, covered in a soft down of blond hair. She could see the fat lazy arch of his cock as it looped away from her over the rise of his other thigh to end somewhere out of sight. Mark’s heavy balls were resting on the bed, shifting gently as they strained against the skin of their tight sack. Karen looked at one of them: it was so big, so heavy. She lightly ran her fingers over the gentle curve of the skin that covered it. She looked at the sheer length and breadth of this massive testis as it lay there; she knew that if her other boyfriends had been anything to go by that you could fit everything they had between their legs into this one ball alone, probably twice over. She jostled it a bit, feeling its weight against her fingers. Hell, his fat ball from one end to the other was longer than most men’s dicks.

And this man was all hers. She was not about to let him go. Somehow or another today, she would manage at last to prove to both of them that sex between them could work—and that not only could it work, it could be mind-blowing.

She sensed that he was about to wake up. Let’s make this THE day, she said to herself. She’d had her ears and eyes wide open yesterday, so just maybe she might have new ideas that could work.
 

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Karen was licking and kissing along the base section of Mark’s cock, and she began to feel it respond, fattening and stretching just a little; she thought she could hear the blood beginning to rush in to swell the rest of the monster as it began to wake up.

Mark opened his eyes and looked down at her. ‘Oh, I see you two are deep in conversation already. You don’t need me, then.’ ‘No we don’t’, said Karen, ‘you go back to sleep. We are just fine.’ And she carried on with her kissing and licking and stroking.

And Mark’s hosepipe carried on with its own agenda quite happily as well; clearly its only agenda right now was filling itself with just as much blood as it could pull in from his body. For the first time, Mark could look on at his growing erection, seeing all the different stages of it, without embarrassment, without any fear that Karen would be grossed out by it, or that it would frighten her.

Well, it did frighten her in fact, but Karen thought she could never grow tired of seeing this happen. First the blushing pink spreading down its length. Then the oh so gradual stirring, the slight swelling of the head (she leant over his chunky thigh to check), the imperceptible shifting and lengthening. Then the head pushing down in stages towards the very tip of his lengthy foreskin. Then its gradual emergence from its tight sheath, like a huge bud bursting into flower. She heard a slight popping sound, and Mark sighed; sure enough when she leaned over to see the far end of his cock which was still looped in a great arc over his beefy thigh onto the bed she saw his head forcing its way into freedom, finally free to begin its growth to full size.

She went back to caressing the base, as lightly as she could, feeling the continuing swelling there. She looked up into his eyes; he began to stroke her hair and tell her, over and over again, what a lucky man he was, how much, how very much, he loved her. How she was the only women he’d ever loved (which happened to be the exact truth).

They smiled, and they both looked down at his penis as it continued on its journey to full size. Now began a slight stiffening as it lengthened and thickened further. One or two of the larger veins on the section nearest her were starting to stand out a little. She decided to get next to Mark, on opposite side to the thigh over which his penis was pointing, and do her best to see his erection from the angle he saw it from.

From where she was lying now she could see the thick shaft draped across Mark’s bulky thigh; and head still resting on the bed the other side from her. As she watched she saw his enormous head push an inch further away, as the shaft continued to lengthen. Then at last the massive dick thought it could take on the force of gravity; lifting its head just a little, then down. Then just a little more.

‘I love watching him wake up’, Karen whispered. ‘I am so proud that he is yours, and that you are mine, therefore he belongs to me, every single inch of him. I want to be with him and see him wake up every day of his life.’ That seemed to touch every button for Mark, there was a long series of huge inrushes of blood in time with his heartbeat, his dick surged up. It lifted itself over his thigh, for a glorious moment it seemed to stand up in the air all in its own strength, waggling about wildly, before thudding down heavily onto Mark’s stomach and chest.

Once in its natural position it made relatively short work of swelling up to its full potential. It was every bit as impressive here in their bedroom as it had been parading in front of all those girls yesterday. Its head was swollen, the skin stretched glassy tight, the shaft was so long, so strong, so laced with veins—how could there ever be another penis like it?

Mark remembered one of the hints Jason had dropped him yesterday in one of the few quiet moments. He acted upon it now.

As his dick finally completed its growth, he looked down at it as if surprised to see it. ‘Hey Junior! Glad you could join us! How are you today?’ And he leant a little forward, puckered up his lips, and gave his dick a slobbery kiss right on the ’lips’. Jason had been right. The effect on Karen was immediate, she quickly pushed her lips forward too, and they had a glorious three way mouthing session, Mark noting that his dick got even more loving from her than he did. He began to understand that love given to his penis was really love given to him, so that was fine.

He would play along a little bit more. ‘So Junior, what’s your plan for today? Any projects on hand? Anything special in line for you today?’

Mark had passable skills as a ventriloquist, apparently. He used the best ‘little boy ‘ voice he could manage: ‘Hey Dad! Can I fuck Karen today? Please please please! I want to fuck her so badly! Dad! May I? Please!’

With each word Mark flexed his dick, which he knew would make the ‘mouth’ at the tip gape open, as if it were speaking, as well as making the whole great monster swell and surge. It wasn’t a perfect job, but it connected with its intended audience.

‘I don’t think you’ve quite hit on the right voice for him, but in answer to his question, Yes, he can fuck me all he wants, and please can he begin right now.’
 

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[probably the last episode for a few days. I hope to post more at the end of the week.]

Of course with Mark and Karen, it was never going to be easy or quick. Before they had pulled apart a few weeks ago, they had got into a pretty thorough routine. Mark would do his best to help relax Karen, they would take it very slow, he’d lavish attention on her pussy with his tongue, he’d gently bring her to orgasm, and he’d make sure she was moist and feeling as ready for him as she could be.

Added to this was all the private preparation she undertook on her own account. She had gone on line and bought several toys, carefully selected for size. She had used them on herself pretty well every time she was in the apartment alone; with a bit of patience she could with difficulty work her way up to the largest one if she was very gentle with herself. But she knew it was nowhere near enough, and about two months ago, just about the time things between them were starting to slide, she sourced the hugest one she could find, jet black, modelled on the penis of some porn star claimed to be over a foot long.

To her total mortification some girlfriends found this massive dildo by accident when she’d quickly had to hide it and had forgotten which drawer they mustn’t open looking for a tablecloth.

‘Hey girls, look at this! I don’t think poor Mark can measure up to Karen’s standards! She’s consoling herself with Mr Twelve Inches here!’ If they knew by just how much her fiancé outclassed that pathetic dildo they would give him the respect he so massively deserved. She owed it to him to make sure that in time they gave him that respect—she was already thinking like Jason, she realised. Her big guy needed proper acknowledgment for what he was.

As he tenderly did his best to loosen her and relax her, she thought of the options they had tried over the last few months. Fundamentally they divided into two categories, depending on whether Mark or Karen was in charge.

They’d begun with traditional missionary. Mark’s hips were so far away from Karen’s pussy that it was hard for the poor guy to control what was happening. But even with her guiding him in as best she could, he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—use enough force to do more than just part her lips with his tip. That log between his legs was so hard for him to control, and he was so scared of doing harm with it.

They tried doggy, they’d tried a sort of sideways spooning position. They too failed for the same reason in the end—he was reluctant to use his strength and power on her, the moment he began to see her wince in pain, the moment he felt he was forcing her too wide, this kind, gentle, beautiful man had to stop. He’d tried to overcome this protective instinct, and once or twice carried on pushing in after the point when he could see it was stretching her too wide, too painfully. But in then end he’d begun to lose his erection as soon as they had made any progress … that was the moment it really began to go wrong for them.

On the way they tried putting Karen in charge. He lay on the floor (a hard surface was best for stability), holding his dick upright. She brought herself over him and tried to descend. It was good in theory because Mark’s dick was so strong that it could support her entire weight if it had to; there was no danger of her injuring it. She could use her weight to force herself down on him. Taking control from him meant that his tender desire not to hurt her could be overridden. But the trouble was that she had to squat so high above the floor because of his length that it was a very difficult position to maintain.

And because his dick could support her weight—it did. She could have taken her legs off the floor completely, it seemed to her, and could have balanced on the end of his dick without it going another half inch into her. And he couldn’t grab her waist and pull her down onto him there, even if he’d agree to do such a thing, for the simple reason that he couldn’t reach.

They were in a double bind. He was too kind and gentle to force his cock into her. But she wasn’t strong enough to do it on her own.

As she began to lube up Mark’s cockhead she concentrated on it, the size, and shape, the feel of it, in her hands. That is what mattered—no point even thinking about the rest of the enormous creature let alone wasting lube on it until she’d finally reached her target—taking the head right in to her, as far as its massive base.

It was colossal in every dimension. The tip was broad, capped by a blunt mound which was split almost in half by the great gash of his slit. So at the tip Mark began far wider than a normal cock, then down the head inch by inch he widened further. It was a gradual thickening, which made her hope that with patience and force and a lot of pain, she could eventually inch her way down it. Then the base of the head widened out more to form a cruelly prominent rim, which marked the widest point you would reach until you went much much further down, towards his massive root. Well, if she ever got down there—which she doubted was possible, despite having seen Jason plunging into Chloe yesterday—she’d have to deal with it then. She shuddered.

But for today, this oversized cockhead that she was now tenderly anointing and kissing was the target. And it was a fully worthy target in its own right. She reckoned—rightly!—that it was just about equal in length to the whole penis of many lesser endowed men. And the cruel girth meant that to take just Mark’s cockhead on its own would be to take in a truly huge amount of flesh.

They’d decided on missionary, and Mark said that this time he was going to be more like Jason and less like Mark. In other words, he was going to drive his way in, come what may.

She gave his tip a last loving kiss, got comfortable, and waited for him.
 

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Karen expected Mark to do what he normally did in his own trademark version of the missionary position.

He would place himself face down over the end of the bed, then shuffle his body up between her legs until his cockhead was almost pressing up against her pussy. Then they would do their best between them; Karen spreading her lips wide open with her fingers, Mark thrusting forward as firmly as he dared, holding her as steady as he could by the waist or maybe by the shoulders to stop his thrust merely sliding her up the bed. Once Mark knew his tip was lodged reasonably well, he would steel himself to thrust further in.

Karen couldn’t see what was happening, she could only feel it, and what she felt was pain. Mark could see all too well, just by looking down, and the sight of his grossly oversized knob putting Karen under such pressure and strain was often enough to make him lose his nerve, and his erection, right then and there. Game over. They couldn’t kiss—Mark’s head would no higher up that her tight stomach—they couldn’t even easily see each other’s faces, and they had both begun to feel that if this was all they could do in the way of sex, it was never going to work.

That’s why they had tried other ways, other positions, and Karen had begun to think they she needed to take charge whatever the cost was in terms of her own pain. He loved her too much to force his size into her because of the pain he knew it would cause. So because she for her part loved him enough to take the pain, she had to take control and inflict the pain on herself. But she found that she simply wasn’t strong enough to do it.

Now Mark was back in control again, willing after what he had seen yesterday to try something new. And to be more like Jason and less like Mark in the way he did it.

This time, instead of lying on the bed, Mark held himself well above it, supporting his weight on hands and legs, his cock wildly swaying in every direction; then gradually manoeuvring himself into a position where his cock pointed diagonally forward and down from his hips to his target. Like this, although they couldn’t get at all close—the distance between them was dictated by the length of his cock—they had a good view of each other. As Mark couldn’t use his hands, the guiding and steadying of the enormous cock was down to Karen.

She felt the great mass of the blunt tip pressing hard against her, just as she had many times before. She looked along the great curve of his mighty penis all the way to where it thrust out from his powerful hips. And she felt herself begin to tighten up in fear, as she had so often before. If Mark really did start acting like Jason, she ought to be terrified. Granted, Chloe seemed to have loved the harsh treatment Jason meted out to her, but then she wasn’t Chloe, and in any case Jason’s cock wasn’t the size of this one now pressing hard and full against her.

But as she felt herself begin to clamp shut, she looked up to see Mark. Her big, beautiful, strong, kind, lovely man. The man she desired with all her heart. She felt herself relax, and moisten. Of course she would accept the pain. She looked up at him, smiling, ‘OK Junior, I ‘m as ready as I’ll ever be. Come on in.’

He held her lips apart as usual, Mark pressed in—more or less accurately, and the tip began to force her wide. He pressed in again, and she opened a little wider, trying to stifle her gasp of pain. He kept the pressure up, and she moved her hands to guide the sides of his cockhead to keep him in position.

Mark knew that he couldn’t thrust in hard; he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He also knew that using her strength wouldn’t work, she wasn’t strong enough. Even her weight when she was virtually trying to impale herself on him wouldn’t work. But what about his weight? He was just about double Karen’s weight, and quite a lot bulkier than Jason. And yesterday he’d seen Jason use his bodyweight to help him drive deep into Chloe; granted there had been a lot of vicious thrusting too, but Jason had also demonstrated quite a lot in the way of gradual penetration by simply using his weight. Mark was going to try this now.

He looked down, and saw that he was already in just about as deep as he had ever managed; in other words the very tip was inside Karen, keeping her lips wide apart, and maybe an inch and a half or two inches of the rest of his cockhead was going in behind it. The lower and wider half of his cockhead, including the obscenely broad rim, was still out in the cold, too fat to get in.

Very gradually, he adjusted his weight. His hands and feet were on the bed, the only contact between them was between his cockhead and her pussy entrance and her hands. He shifted his weight a little forward, bit by bit, from his feet, balancing more and more of his weight onto his cock. He had to hope that this would not injure her, but he was desperate to make something work for them.

Karen was showing signs of great tension, but she didn’t groan or cry out. Mark focused a little more weight onto his great penis; then a little more. And then a little more again.

All of a sudden there was a wet farting sound from Karen’s pussy, and with a great lurch Mark’s colossal cockhead forced its way deeper in, against a lot of pressure and against really vicious friction. Mark looked down. Only an inch or so of his cockhead remained visible. He’d never been deeper!

He was just about to renew his efforts to go further, to use more of his weight and to drive his head right in when he felt the huge pull on the skin of his glans and the tremendous pressure it was under begin to have their effect. He felt himself near to coming. Shit!

How Karen managed not to scream when the huge intruder forced its way in deeper than ever before she didn’t know. Perhaps the sudden shock was too great. But almost immediately she felt an enormous throb at the very tip and she knew that Mark was going to swell up to his pre-orgasmic size. Sure enough a moment later it felt as if her pussy was being forced apart as Mark ballooned up inside her. Then she did scream at the pain.
But she had the presence of mind to reach for her precious gold pen; so as Mark’s come jetted out into her she reached down and quickly drew a thick gold line on the stretched skin of his glans just where it met her stretched pussy lips.

Mark pulled out. To his horror, there was blood—quite a lot of it—mixed with the huge quantity of cum. Karen was breathing heavily. Would this be the end, after all? Mark began to apologise for injuring her, and promising never to try that again.

But Karen groaned and laughed at once, and pointed to where the blood was coming from. The huge friction generated by that last movement of his cock had abraded the delicate skin of his glans at two different points, and he was bleeding. ‘You’ve earned yourself some war wounds there, Junior. But at least you’ve won a badge of honour.’ She pointed to the great yellow stripe an inch and a half up from the base of his cockhead.

Mark said he’d wear it with pride, if Karen didn’t mind. Though unlike Jason’s numerous badges of honour his would only be on display when he was standing at attention.

Later that day, they had a heart to heart. Mark said he felt so near to hurting Karen so badly, that he felt he could not repeat what they’d just done. Karen said that it ought to be up to her—if she were willing to risk it, he should go along with it. Maybe deeper penetration would be easier once they’d finished the initial stage of dealing with his cockhead. But Mark said he doubted he’d be able to get an erection in those circumstances, his fear of damaging her would be so great.

Karen could see that she had to make a decision. She picked up the phone and made a call.
 

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‘This is how I see it. We love each other. There’s no doubt about that, so if you start thinking that Junior here is going to stop that, or drive me away, forget it!’

Mark had relapsed into his gloom. He felt guilty for imposing pain on Karen; he hated the thought of hurting her or injuring her. She ought to find a man who didn’t have this problem. A man with a normal penis for example. He didn’t think he could go through with another session like that; a bit more force and he could have hurt her really badly. What had he been thinking of—driving his oversized cock into his sweet fiancée with most of his 245 pounds behind it? He could have split her open. He was back to feeling a complete freak … why was his damn penis so fucking big?

And now Karen wanted to drag him back to Jason and all those girls. Didn’t she realise that it was embarrassing for him, and in any case it was sex with her he wanted, not with all those others? It was a hell of a mess. Mark didn’t want to think about sex any more, and he was certain that if Karen insisted on another attempt tonight he would be unable to get an erection.

But Karen was having none of it. ‘I love you; no matter what it takes I want to have sex with you. Hell, I want to have your babies, no one else’s. If it hurts, it damn well hurts, too bad. I’m up for it. Whatever it takes, I’m up for it. Maybe I am a bit too tight for you—well then, they said they had some guys there who could gently loosen me up. But it would only be so that I could take you. I don’t want anybody else. Just you.’

‘… Maybe you are too nervous, too afraid of hurting me. Maybe Jason is right; he and the girls can help you realise Junior is your biggest asset, not your biggest problem. He said every night should be party night for a dick like Junior. Well maybe you and Junior need to learn how to party, and just maybe Jason is the man to make that happen. So long as I get an invite.’

As she said that she lifted Mark’s heavy dangling penis to her lips and gave ‘Junior’ a lingering kiss on the end of his foreskin. There was no reaction from ‘Junior’—Mark was still too sunk in gloom for that to happen. He just flopped down heavily between Mark’s legs.

‘So Mister, because we can’t let Junior come between us, we need to pack at least a week’s worth of clothes and head over to the academy first thing tomorrow. Come to think of it, we might not need to take too many clothes unless they’ve changed their dress code. Jason said he is expecting us and is working out a custom designed syllabus for me … and one for Junior as well.’

‘Seems like you’re giving me no choice.’
 

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Jason told me that Mark and Karen were returning. I was secretly overjoyed, and began to wonder how long it would be before I got the chance of a close encounter with that cock of cocks. I hadn’t stopped picturing it since Mark left, trying to recapture my image of it. Would it be a disappointment? Had I perhaps exaggerated it in retrospect? Supposing I got the chance to fuck Mark? Could I cope? Would I manage it? Would I survive?

Karen had said quite a lot over the phone to Jason. Things were fine between them so far as their love for each other was concerned—there was no doubt about their relationship; they felt more strongly for each other than ever. Her problem was simply a physical one—she wasn’t capable of taking Mark—not even his cockhead, let alone the long, long length of the rest of him. Yes she could do with some help with widening herself out. She had no idea about dealing with Mark’s excessive length—she thought that nobody could deal with all of it, anyhow. But getting at least Mark’s head in was her first goal. If she managed that she’d be one happy woman.

But Mark’s issues were deeper rooted. He loved her too much to allow himself to hurt her. He didn’t think he could have sex with her without hurting her appallingly; he was convinced that he would injure her, even ruin her chances of children. So he was right back where he was before they came the first time. He couldn’t have an erection when she was near. Last night he had flinched every time she touched his cock. He kept apologising for being a ‘freak’. So what could be done?

Could Jason and the girls help him to get his head back together? Could they help him to know that his penis could be made to work for him and not against him? Could they help the two of them towards a ‘normal’ sexual relationship?

Jason told me he thought Mark could never have a’ normal’ sex life with that record-breaking hosepipe hanging between his legs. But he ought to be able to have a truly exceptional sex life, and Jason would do all he could to help that to happen, as an act of fellowship from one well-endowed man to another. First Mark needed to be de-stressed.

The first step, before any attempts at sex could even be thought of, needed to be a reminder to Mark of just how much pleasure his penis could give him. He needed to be put back right in touch with his cock, to have his eyes opened to just how much pleasure his cock could receive, simply because of its size. He needed to get closer to where Jason had been for years—fully aware of his capacity as an incredibly hung guy to be driven almost out of his mind by the thrills his cock could transmit to him. He needed to begin to think like a man with a colossal dick. He needed to get used to receiving the huge pleasure and exquisite joy that his cock was capable of. He needed to have his cock’s needs met on a regular and frequent basis. He needed to get accustomed to receiving the respect that he deserved; but especially his penis needed to get used to what it had every right to—loving care and attention and intense pleasure as often and as long as it wanted.

This was the rationale behind the briefing that Jason gave Chloe and me, as we were detailed to be Mark’s initial helpers. I was overjoyed at this news, of course. While a couple of other girls were asked to taken Karen down to see Jared for her first session, Mark was placed in our tender care. There was to be no attempt at sex—Jason said he needed to be there to advice and help with that, and in any case it needed a lot more preliminary work in Mark’s case. Nor was there to be any attempt at oral sex with him—not that it would be possible, if my memory of Mark was at all accurate.

‘Just be gentle with him. Make that giant cock of his feel wanted and loved. And make sure it gets a good time. Make him come—as many times as possible. Try to help him wipe away all those negative feelings about his size. I don’t care how you do it, but try to help him feel good about his cock. He feels bad about it, but a cock that big should never feel bad. He needs to learn how to feel good, really good.’

So a while later, when Mark and Karen had arrived, had a chance to settle in, and eaten, two of the girls took Karen off to Jared’s room at the other end of the house. I and Chloe took Mark, still fully clothed, into another bedroom.

I told him that he had nothing to worry about. We weren’t going to try to have sex with him, we just wanted to make him feel comfortable and to enjoy himself with us. But we’d first like to meet his cock. Was that OK?

Mark seemed to be tongue-tied, but he nodded, and began to strip off. ‘No, we’ll do that’, I said. Chloe had the idea of blindfolding Mark, to help him concentrate on the good feelings we were going to be giving his cock for the next few hours. He’d be that much more in touch with it if he couldn’t see what we were doing. So he stood there, like a lamb, while we blindfolded him then stripped him.

Shoes and socks, then his shirt. As I pulled his shirt over his head I couldn’t stop myself from brushing against the bulge which I knew to be the top part of his cock; it was soft and a bit squashy, but it was heavy and bulky and it came so high up! Then off with his pants, and the huge mound at his crotch sagged forward a little. Up close its size was all the more intimidating—just how much did he have piled up in there? Then the boxers and the undershirt, and then the great harness which supported him was revealed, straining to hold in the sheer bulk it was struggling to support.

I reached up to dislodge the shoulder straps which held it up, then slowly pulled the oversized garment down, sliding down the waist band. His cock fell out as I pulled, thumping heavily down against one of his legs, and I could hear Mark’s sharp intake of breath. It must have hurt. Finally his outsize balls were pulled free, sagging down between his legs, and he stepped out of the jockstrap, causing his whole massive set of genitalia to shake.

I tried to take in the sheer size of him, and despite my having seen it before, the sight made me hold my breath.
 

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Up close it was clear that I had underestimated the massive girth at the root of his cock, and of the whole of that base section which projected in a powerful arc forward over his huge sack. Even fully soft, in that section it was the thickest cock I have ever seen, and I felt my cunt spasm in fright at the sight of it. It was as wide as a big man’s forearm. There was a complex network of veins, and some especially large ones ran together along the top side of its curve. Only gradually did the girth diminish to something less extreme as I looked down the curve to the long straight section of shaft which hung towards the floor.

Talk about parallel lines meeting at infinity! I looked down and his colossal shaft just went on and on and on … and on. No cock should be that long. Veins appeared, disappeared, reappeared, doubled back, forked, re-joined, all the way down. And all the way down there were loose folds of skin gathered around him; how much blood would it take to fill all that space and stretch out all those folds of skin?

Below that, right down near his knees, was the sizeable swelling which indicated his cockhead; even in this state, this fat threatening bulge added another three inches at least to his length. Below that again, and I had to squat right down on the floor to see it, was the heavy, flabby oversized foreskin, a work of art in its own right, hanging a further three inches plus down below his knees.

I kept gasping and swallowing at the sight of this incredible work of nature. My heart was beating so loudly, he must have heard it. I wanted just to smother it in kisses and love and adoration. I wanted to seize it, cuddle it, shove my face into it, cling to it, feel every inch of it. I wanted to be fucked by this wonderful man with his superlative cock. I saw Chloe gazing up and down in wonder at it—she was in the same case as me.

But Chloe and I had a job to do. Without any forward planning, we began to work.

We put our lips and tongues to work, right at the massive base, on opposite sides of his penis. And in between kisses and licks and tonguings and nose-rubbings and nuzzlings we began to talk to Mark and to each other. Everything we said was simply expressing our admiration and love—and lust—for this cock of cocks.

As we spoke, centimetre by centimetre we moved our mouths in tandem down the opposite flanks of his cock. There were a hell of a lot of centimetres to kiss and lick and love, but we then had a hell of a lot to say to him.

‘I know you’ll be well used to hearing this, but this is the biggest fucking cock on the planet.’

‘You should be King.’

‘Look at his width. Look at his length. How many normal cocks could you make of this one?’

‘Look at the size of that vein there; it’s bigger than my finger!’

‘See where he begins to curve down, just here where I’m kissing him? That’s already farther from his crotch than the length of my first boyfriend’s whole hard on, and this cock is still totally soft.’

‘You know what they say about dicks as big as a baby’s arm? Have you ever seen a baby with arms like this?’

‘Has he got a name?’ ‘He deserves one!’ ‘By rights it should be a LONG one!’ Mark cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. ‘In the last few days he seems to have picked up a name, I don’t know how. It’s Junior.’

As we slowly moved our mouths lower down his endless shaft, we began to tell him what we wanted to do to him. That we’d like to get his cock as hard as it could get, ready to burst. That we’d like to smother it in cream and lick it all off. That we’d like to see him tongue his own head. That we’d like him to drive his penis up between our tits. All four tits at once. That we’d like to straddle Junior and have him carry us round the house, riding him. We were sure he was plenty strong enough. That we’d like to try to deep throat him. [I had to cross my fingers for that one; it would be an impossibility.]

But as we worked our way down, ever closer to the head, we began to talk not to Mark, but direct to Junior. ‘Will you fuck me?’ ‘Will you sink yourself right into me?’ ‘Every last inch?’ ‘Will you split me in two?’ ‘Will you flood me with all the come from your massive balls?’

It wasn’t very original, but the sight and feel and musky scent of this huge hosepipe hanging down so far from his sturdy hips were so overwhelming that subtlety and creativity were beyond us.

At last we arrived at the ominous bulge indicating his cockhead. We knew that it was the size of this that had been causing him so much difficulty, so we made a special effort to lick and kiss it all over to make it feel wanted.
‘Look at this!’ ‘It’s at least the size of a lemon!’ ‘Bigger, I’d say!’ ‘It must be gigantic when he’s hard!’ ‘‘I’d love to suck on that!’ ‘I’d love to see Mark suck on that too!’ ‘Let’s all three of us suck on Junior’s head together!’

We wanted him to know just how special he was. We wanted him to feel good. Mark was a quiet modest guy; he knew very well that he was superlatively endowed, but until he came here he’d never been treated like this. He was still tongue tied, nervously wondering what would happen next.

And just as at long last we began to kiss our way down his superabundant foreskin to where the tip hung slack and heavy, we felt Junior begin to respond.
 
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First I saw the trademark blush spread down his length. Next there was a series of powerful twitches, strong enough to make the foreskin we were tonguing between us begin to swing about a little. I was so powerfully affected by the feel and the sight of this incredible penis, which so far exceeded anything that I could have imagined, just in the very first phase of revealing its power, that I felt I had to make a least a tiny fraction of it mine. I wanted Mark to know how much I lusted for his magnificent cock, and I had to do it now.

So without saying anything to Chloe I crouched right down on the floor, looked up and centred myself right underneath the amazing hang of his cock, moved my face right up to it, opened my mouth as wide as I could and made a grab for that king-size foreskin. I sucked it in, as much as I could, I rolled my tongue all over it, and I lovingly massaged it as best I could. The hot salty taste of it was good, clean, but overpowering. I had just a tiny part of this wonderful penis inside me … but just that little bit, just the loosely folding tip of his foreskin filled my mouth with its bulk.

As I rolled my tongue over it and sucked it for all I was worth, I looked up and—just an inch or two away—there was the massive bulge of his head, almost filling my view , blocking my sight of all the inches of cock I knew were hanging there above it. As I looked I could see the glans swelling up bigger, and suddenly the mighty penis underwent another convulsion and that insanely enormous head jerked closer to me, and I realised that the very next inflow of blood would bring it right up against my open mouth. No way would I be equal to that. An attack from that monster in that way could be dangerous.

I knew it was dangerous to trifle with Jason, that for instance any disrespect of his cock—intentional or accidental—could lay you open to painful correction, and to a reminder of just what his penis could do in the way of swift penetration, long hard strokes, and brutal thrusting, and a simple uncompromising assertion of his size could leave a girl in shreds. But equally, he could be gentle, he could use his colossal penis to bring incredible pleasure, and if he wished to use them he knew ways in which he could minimise the pain of stretching to take him.

But I now realised it was totally different with this guy. Mark was the nicest, gentlest, sweetest man; but to have sex with him, or to have any dealings with this immense cock, would necessarily mean severe pain and danger to any woman foolish enough to risk it. How could anyone be crazy enough to open her mouth or her pussy to Mark’s brutal invasion? I could see how it must feel for Karen; and now I could see how that must make him feel.

As I felt Junior ready himself for his next surge, I felt real fear mixed with my lust for this feast for a size queen’s eyes; but now added to both fear and lust I felt a wave of tenderness for this kind loving man who had to deal with the impossible challenges of being so big.

I got out from under just in time; Junior shook with power and his oversized head forced its way almost to the tip of the foreskin, where my mouth had been a second or two ago.

I decided to lighten the mood with a bit of cock play. I risked taking Junior in my hands for the first time, just behind his head. I appraised him—boy he was heavy! ‘Mark, are you sending Junior to Weightwatchers classes? He’s sure carrying a few pounds of extra weight! What do you feed him on, for fuck’s sake? Raw steak four times a day? ’ Then I threw this section of Junior straight into Chloe’s face; he swung round powerfully and administered a cruelly heavy blow on Chloe’s face, with a loud slapping impact confirming just how overweight he was. I thought I had overstepped the mark, but Chloe copied me, hurling Junior at me with such force that my face stung with the blow.

As Junior swayed about furiously after this affront to his dignity his erection gathered pace. First his head broke free from its covering, then it swelled up hugely, then it was a matter of watching him continue with the demanding process of lengthening and thickening, stiffening and standing, pulsing and swelling. Until Chloe and I were gazing from opposite sides and at very close quarters at the most fantastic erection either of us would ever see. Its length, its calibre, its sheer masculine power, its ferocious stiffness—yes, and its compelling extravagant bulk—dominated our view, and played havoc with our minds.

It was a terrifying sight. As my eye wandered from his splendid sack to his herculean base, to his oversized crown and along all the many inches between it was clear to me that you could have halved him in any or all of his dimensions and still been faced with an oversized cock. No wonder it was a burden for him.

But we had promised to pleasure this wonderful dick of dicks. To do our best to make Mark glad for the superlative gift he had between his legs, to wash away all his frustration by making every part of Junior quiver with delight.

Mark fully deserved this, so Chloe and I needed to give every inch of Junior the best time he’d ever known so far. We got to work.
 
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