by Danielle Lux
I’d never bought into the whole “bigger is better” thing when it came to men. I’d had sex with four different men before I met James. One of them had been slightly larger than the others, one had been a little smaller, but I’d never noticed much of a difference. James was average sized, and that had always been fine for me.
The other thing that had always put me off about the notion of big penises being better was that well-hung men always seemed to be more arrogant, and obsessed with their size. The bigger-than-average man I’d slept with had never stopped going on about his “big dick”. You like that big dick? You want me to give you this big dick? To me, that kind of bravado was very unattractive. And from the arrogant smile on Paul’s face, I could tell he was eager to hear me fawn over his penis, as, I could only assume, countless women had done before.
Well, he wouldn’t be so lucky.
“Yes, those as well, chip-chop,” I said dismissively. Even though Paul was over twenty years older than me, I felt like a schoolteacher dealing with a naughty student.
Then Paul pulled down his boxers, and my heart caught in my throat.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
I’d seen pictures of large penises before, but Paul’s was something else. It was insane.
At first my brain couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. For a moment I thought he must be wearing some sort of attachment or have a sex toy stuffed down there, but no—it was all Paul.
As his boxers came off, his penis came up and slapped against his belly, reaching way past the belly button. I had no idea how long it was, but dear god it was long! And it was fat too, so very fat. It was like a cucumber.
But it wasn’t just the size of it that took my breath away. Paul’s cock was beautiful. I felt an absolute fool thinking of it like that, but there was no other word to describe it. I’d never thought of cocks as being attractive-looking things before, but this was something else. It was girthy and pink, without a blemish or an out-of-place hair in sight. James’s cock had a few random hairs growing on the shaft and his baggy scrotum skin hung down in a lopsided way, but Paul’s cock and balls looked like they’d been carved out of marble. Everything was in perfect proportion, and his huge balls hung down like two ripe plums, waiting to be picked.
But the pièce de résistance was the glans. The head of Paul’s penis was the size of an apple. It was beautiful, plump and bulbous, just a shade of pink darker than his thick shaft.
I felt a warm feeling between my legs, and realized my panties were soaked. How could a penis be so amazing?
Then a slither of fear ran down my spine. How the hell was this gargantuan slab of meat going to fit inside me? It was going to tear me apart!
“You like what you see?” Paul grinned.
I felt my cheeks glow bright red.
“It’s ok,” I said.
Paul laughed.
“Bigger than James’s?”
My cheeks glowed even redder.
“Thought so,” he smirked. “Now you take your clothes off.”
“I’ll give the orders here,” I snapped at him, “that was what we agreed.”
Paul just smiled.
Painfully aware that he was watching me, I started to get undressed.
I’m proud of my body. I work out a lot, I eat right, but still, with Paul looking at me I felt nervous. I have a high-powered job, I’m used to getting my own way and making tough decisions and care little about what others think about me, but with Paul it was different—I wanted him to find me attractive.
When I was finally nude, he looked me up and down, his expression unreadable.
What is he thinking? I wondered. Is he disappointed?
“Your body is amazing,” Paul said. I immediately started grinning—I couldn’t help myself. A compliment from this rough and no-nonsense alpha male, who never said anything nice to anyone, just meant so much to me.
“A smile!” said Paul. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those on your face before. I must be doing something right!”
“Look,” I said, “desperately trying to get back my composure, “let’s just, um, let’s just get on with this.”
Paul walked forward. He held my hands in his and looked down at me with his beautiful blue eyes.
“It’s ok,” he said. “You don’t have to be nervous. I know you find me attractive. That’s ok.”
“I… listen, it’s not…” I stammered.
Then Paul kissed me.
He lips were so soft, much softer than I would have imagined. I’d planned on doing this whole thing without kissing—you didn’t need to kiss someone to have sex with them—but suddenly I was lost in Paul’s lips, and then his mouth. Her tongue was soft too. James only used tongue occasionally when we kissed, but Paul’s tongue was exploring my mouth with wild abandon, and it felt amazing.
As we kissed I felt one of Paul’s big hands slide along my tights, then he shoved two fingers inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped. Paul wasted no time: he hooked the two fingers up, rubbing them against my g-spot. But this wasn’t a gentle fingering, he was rubbing my inside wall at a rapid pace.
Suddenly I staggered, my legs collapsing like jelly, but Paul caught me and guided me onto the bed. I lay on my back as he continued to bring me to heaven with his fat fingers.
“Oh Paul,” I gasped. “Oh Paul!”
Just as I felt myself on the verge of cumming, Paul moved his mouth down too, and started to lick my clitoris as he fingered. Paul had never struck me as the type to go down on a woman, but he was lapping at my pussy like a starving animal.
“Oh god!” I moaned. “Keep going! Keep— AIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!”
I screamed so loudly as I came I was scared the neighbors would hear. James would definitely have heard it down in the kitchen, though at this moment he was the last thing on my mind.
“Thank you…” I gasped. Then, trying to regain the upper hand and not let Paul know he’d got to me, I sat up. “That’s, um, good.” I said. “Orgasm can, um, help with conception. So I’m glad we did that.”
Paul just grinned.
“My turn now,” he said.
At first I didn’t know what he meant, but—never one for subtlety—he pointed at his erect penis.
“No,” I stammered. “No, I’m not doing that. We agreed just sex.”
“I went down on you.”
“I know you did, but I never asked you to. Look, I just want to get on with the sex now. This isn’t about pleasure.”
“You looked like you were experiencing a lot of pleasure just now. That seemed like a scream of pleasure to me.”
My cheeks were glowing red again. Why did Paul have to be such a brute? But as much of an asshole as he was, I couldn’t help but be turned on by him, as ashamed as it made me feel.
“I’m not giving you a blowjob,” I said. “End of story.”
“Fine,” Paul said. “No sex then.”
“But we agreed—”
“I know what we agreed. But what are you going to do, sue me? Either you suck me off, or there’s no sex.”
This man was infuriating! But as much as I hated his guts, as I looked at his beautiful penis—still as rock hard as when he’d first taken it out of his boxers—I felt an overwhelming desire to take it in my mouth and suck the life out of it.
“Ok fine,” I said. “But only for a bit. Don’t you go ejaculating yet—you still need to get me pregnant.”
“Don’t worry,” Paul said, squeezing his gigantic balls, “I’ve got plenty of ammo.”
I wasn’t used to sucking cock. I’d always seen it as a yucky thing to do, and only gave James blowjobs on special occasions, like his birthday or our anniversary. But as I grabbed Paul’s dick and started moving my head towards it, I was practically salivating. It just looked so delicious and juicy, like a prime steak. I wondered what it would feel like to let him blow in my mouth. I was sure his load would be huge.
Paul’s cock felt so heavy in my hand that I
started to get scared again. I still had no idea how this fucking thing was going to fit in my vagina, but that was a worry for later. For now I had to figure out how I was going to pleasure him with my mouth.
I started by trying to open my jaw wide enough to take his cock in my mouth, but his apple-sized glans was so intimidating that I began by licking it instead. I licked the cock head, running my tongue along the smooth surface, then I ran my tongue down his shaft.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Paul sighed, running his big fingers through my hair.
I continued to lick, moving on to Paul’s huge balls. I was pleased that he’d shaved off all his pubic hair, leaving his scrotum delicious and pink. James was always lazy with his personal grooming, and the few times I gave him a blowjob I often ended up with hair in my mouth.
I licked every inch of Paul’s girthy shaft—and that was a lot of inches.
“Now see how much you can take in your mouth,” Paul said.
I looked up at him.
“It’s too big, my jaw won’t open that wide.”
“Just give it a try,” Paul grinned, that’s all I asked.
So try I did. I opened my jaw wide, like a snake about to devour a pig.
You can do this, I told myself. Just make sure to breathe.
I moved my head forward and my lips squished against the head of Paul’s mammoth glans. Even with my mouth open as wide as it could go, it wasn't wide enough to accommodate his girth. I felt like a mouse trying to eat a coconut.
Never one to be deterred, I pushed my mouth further, sliding my lips down Paul’s pink dome.
Finally I got the whole apple-sized head in my mouth. On a roll, I slid down, taking an inch of shaft into my mouth, then a second.
“Fuck that looks hot,” said Paul, looking down at me. “But be careful — don't want you choking.” He grinned.
I looked down at the inches and inches of thick monster meat left. This wasn't going to be easy.
I took a deep breath through my nose, then sank another half inch into my gaping mouth.
Suddenly I felt the back of my throat tense as my gag reflex kicked in. It felt like I was going to be sick.
I grabbed Paul’s dick and tugged it out of my mouth, coughing and spluttering.
“You ok?” Paul joked, “I did tell you to be careful.”
I coughed some more — thankfully I didn't throw up — then wiped the spit from my mouth.
“You did well,” Paul said. “That’s more than most girls can take.”
The arrogant look on his face filled me with rage. I’ll show you, I thought angrily, I’ll show you what this “girl” can do.
“I’m going to deepthroat you,” I said.
Paul chuckled.
“I appreciate the thought,” he grinned, “but it’s ok.”
“No,” I said, “I’m going to take every fucking inch of that thing down my gullet or die trying.”
“Do you know how many girls have tried? I don't want to sound big headed,” he said, sounding big headed, “but I've come to terms with it—I'm never going to be deep throated.”
I sat up and crawled between his legs, grabbing his monster with both hands. Half of his dick was showing still. He was so long. So long and so fat. It was almost comical.
I started to take deep breaths through my nose, preparing myself. In… out… in… out…
“Come on Mary, you’ll never—”
I closed my eyes and sunk my mouth down his shaft.
Paul gasped, his body twitching.
My eyes still closed, I pushed my mouth further down. I thought that if I kept my eyes closed, I wouldn't be so intimidated. A bit like riding on a roller coaster: keep your eyes shut and it'll be less scary.
My jaw was stretching to its limits to accommodate his mammoth girth. I breathed through my nose: in… out… in… out… My mouth was stuffed full: that was the only air I was going to get.
I had no idea why I was doing this, but all through my life I’d been unable to back down from a challenge. That’s how I’d had such a successful career, and why I over-achieved in everything I did.
Slowly, slowly, I pushed more of Paul down my throat. Out of sheer morbid curiosity I put my hand to my windpipe and felt him bulging through.
I felt my gag reflex start to kick in, so I stopped a moment, breathing in… then out…
Once I'd calmed down, I pushed further. Maybe I was imaging things, but I swear his dick had passed my throat and entered my chest.
I must be almost there, I thought, he must be almost out of dick.
I reached a hand up to see how much shaft was remaining. There must be something wrong, I thought, there's… there's too much left.
I opened my eyes. I would have screamed—if my throat hadn't been packed full of cock meat.
There was still over a hand’s length of cock left!
The amount left was longer than James’s entire dick.
Paul grinned at me, as cocky as ever.
“Told you,” he said. “But hey, you've done a great job — most girls can't even get halfway.”
Fuck you, you cocky bastard, I thought, I'm not done yet.
I’m no good at guessing sizes, but I estimated there was about five or six inches of Paul left. My throat was already straining from his beer-can thickness and the head of his shaft felt dangerously deep. How much dick can the human throat take? I wondered. But fuck it, I was going to do this.
I took a deep nose-breath and slowly moved my head forward. I felt Paul’s shaft slid a little further down my throat and my eyes began to water. He groaned loudly in pleasure.
But then disaster struck: I could feel spit gathering in my throat and I started to gag. I couldn't swallow it—Paul’s cock was lodged too far down—and his girth meant that the spit had no way of escaping my lips: my mouth was already stretched to its limits.
I realized I had no choice—I had to open my mouth wider to let the spit out, or i was going to have to pull myself off Paul’s dick again, before I puked.
I steadied the dick with one hand—yes, I could still just about fit an entire hand around his remaining length—and with the other one I used my little finger to try and prise a gap between my lips and his shaft.
“What are you doing?” Paul asked, but he was enjoying himself too much to pay much attention, his head arched back, his muscular chest heaving slowly up and down.
Finally I managed to get my finger in. My lips were in agony and my mouth felt like it was going to tear open at the sides, but I'd made a gap. The spit ran down Paul’s shaft like a river, and I no longer felt like gagging.
I pulled my finger out and my lips snapped back onto Paul’s dick like elastic. I used a hand to spread the trail of spit around the whole circumference of his dick. I looked down — it wasn’t going to be easy, but my final descent was lubed up now, which would hopefully make things easier.
Bizarrely I thought of James then; of how effortlessly I could sink his few inches into my mouth. There was some sick little voice inside my head saying that I should call him upstairs so that he could see what a real man’s dick was like.
I edged my lips down Paul’s pole, taking it slow and remembering to breathe. It was slow going, but I was making good progress. Paul was certainly enjoying it, anyway.
“Oh god, Mary,” he groaned, “No one's ever taken it this deep before!”
I'm going to do this! I thought, feeling stupidly happy. I'm actually going to do this!
Then my eyes widened in horror as Paul put his huge hands on the back of my head.
No, please! I thought, I'm not ready! I'm not ready!
“Oh fuck yes!” Paul grunted as he pushed my head down. I tried to pull my head back, but he was too strong. Tears were flowing down my cheeks now, and streams of mucus washed from my nostrils.
My gag reflex was working overtime, but Paul’s cock was so far down my throat that I couldn’t even throw up.
“Nearly there,” he gasped, “you
're so close!”
He pushed me with all his strength. I was so near to the base of his cock now: less than an inch away. His pubic hair — drenched with my saliva — was brushing my nose.
I stopped trying to push my head back and let Paul push me forward. I felt his cock head widening the deepest recesses of my throat. The last of his cock was disappearing into my mouth…
