by Danielle Lux
“Oh Richard!” I gasped. The nipple in his mouth grew rock hard as he sucked it, caressing it with his tongue.
He rubbed the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it to hardness as well.
Then he used his enormous hand to squeeze a breast, while sucking on the other one, forcing as much of it into his mouth as he could.
I was in heaven as he fed on my gigantic milk bags, devouring one before moving to the next.
He reached a hand down the front of my trousers. I was already soaking wet as he slid a finger into me, and gasped as he found the sensitive underside of my vagina.
Still sucking on a nipple, he slid another finger into my wet cunt, using the pair of them to massage my clit.
After almost bringing me to orgasm with his amazing fingers, he lay me down on the table. I bristled with excitement as he unzipped the fly of my trousers, then roughly yanked them off me.
All I was wearing now were my little black panties. Richard made short work of them, grabbing either side and sliding them off. I lay there naked before him.
“Colin does not deserve you,” Richard said, looking down at me hungrily.
“Well, be that as it may, he's marrying me tomorrow,” I said, with a cheeky smile, “so you'd better make the most of me tonight.”
Richard didn't need telling twice. He dived between my legs, peeled back the soft hood above the entrance to my vagina, and lapped at my exposed clitorus.
I gripped his head, my fingers threading through his thick black hair, holding him down as he fed upon my juicy cunt. My clit was fully engorged now, and Richard sucked eagerly on the blood-filled nub, sending shivers of pleasure across my body.
I wrapped my legs around his head. My toes felt numb and i could feel an orgasm building.
“Keep doing that! Keep doing that!” I gasped, as Richard lapped at my clit. I took my fingers out of Richard’s hair and gripped the sides of the table as he brought me to a shuddering climax with his tongue.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled, then collapsed panting on the table. Richard rose from between my legs and came round and kissed me. As our tongues caressed I could taste the sweet juices of my vagina.
I stroked Richard’s chiseled chin, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble. Behind him the orange lights of the city stretched out into the distance. I pushed Richard gently away and walked over to the bay doors, opening them and walking out onto the balcony.
“It's beautiful,” I said, as Richard joined me, “You're so lucky.”
“I am,” Richard grinned, taking one of my soft nipples in his fingers, bringing it instantly back to hardness. “You know, you don't have to stop coming here when you're married. Pencil dick’s never going to know.”
He kissed my neck.
“I know,” I said, “but this isn't about him, it's about me. I want to give marriage a proper go.”
“Even if that means never having this again?” RIchard moved my hand down to the bulge in his silk pyjama trousers. He grinned evilly. He knew I’d never been able to resist his big cock.
I reached down the front of his waistband and gave it a squeeze. Richard wasn't at full size yet but even slightly-soft it was huge.
“As I said,” I smiled, giving him another cheeky squeeze, “this is the last time, so make the most of it.”
I got down on my knees.
I pulled his trousers down and his dick sprang up to greet me, hitting me in the nose. Richard chuckled. I gave him a disapproving look.
I put both hands around his shaft, one on top of the other. There was still almost half a dick left.
I moved my hands up and down, massaging his shaft. He grunted and I felt him grow between my fingers. He was fully erect now, and Richard fully erect was a sight to behold.
His dick was both the fattest and longest I’d ever seen. Not just in person — he was bigger than anything I'd seen in porn.
Richard was a charmer and a ladies man, but it was this incredible cock that made wives risk their marriages and keep coming back for more. Once, while very drunk at one of Colin’s work parties, I'd asked some of the other wives and girlfriends about Richard, and a lot of faces went very red. Colin had told me there were rumours he’d had most of the female staff too — including two of the board of directors.
The cool summer air blew my hair back as I jacked Richard’s dick on the balcony. I leant his enormous cock head towards my mouth, sticking my tongue out to greet it.
This is the night, I thought to myself. As well as promising that this would be my last time with Richard, I'd made another promise to myself: that I would take his entire cock in my throat before the night was through.
Richard was so big that I'd never been able to deepthroat him. He told me that no girl had. It could have been bullshit of course, a typically-Richard bit of bravado, but I was inclined to believe him. If his penis had just been long or just been thick, it wouldn't be so bad. But his was both. It was a struggle enough to open my mouth wide enough to get it in at all — let alone to take his python length down my gullet.
But since this was our last time together, I wanted to do something special for Richard: something that would make him remember me, no matter how many cheating wives and little sluts he went on to fuck. I’d decided I was going to be the first girl to deepthroat his beast of a dong.
I ran my tongue across the huge surface of Richard’s cock head, making him shudder.
“God I'm going to miss you,” he smiled.
Next I ran my tongue down the length of his colossal throat meat, from massive tip to pube-covered hilt. Richard didn't trim his pubic hair, which I liked — it made me feel I was sucking the cock of a man, not a little boy.
Richard’s thatch of hair was so wild it would have half covered a normal-sized cock, but he was so long that the pubes were barely a footnote at the end of his mighty pole.
I slobbered his cock greedily, licking and nibbling at his shaft, making sure that every precious inch was coated in my spit.
Finally, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I brought myself up to face that monster cock head. It was time to take him in my throat.
The past three weeks, between making last minute wedding arrangements with Colin, I’d snuck off to the kitchen to practice with various vegetables.
Colin was a little confused as to why we were eating so many courgette and cucumber-based dishes, all of a sudden.
I felt the cool breeze blow across my face. It was getting a bit chilly out on the balcony, but — and I'm still not sure if I imagined this — Colin’s blood-gorged beast dick seemed to be radiating heat.
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, like you practised.
I moved my head forward and my lips squished against the head of Richard’s mammoth glans. Even with my mouth open as wide as it could go, it wasn't wide enough to accommodate his girth. Fuck a snake devouring a pig, I was more like a mouse trying to eat a coconut.
Never one to be deterred, I pushed my mouth further, sliding my lips down Richard’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 Richard, looking down at me. “But be careful — don't want you choking.” He grinned.
I’ll show you, I thought. This was as deep as I'd taken Richard’s dick before. 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 — nature’s way of making sure we don't choke on large objects, such as absurdly-fat donkey dicks — kicked in. It felt like I was going to be sick.
I grabbed Richard’s dick and tugged it out of my mouth, coughing and spluttering.
“You ok?” Ric
hard 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. I was horrified to realise I was crying.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Richard asked, sitting down next to me on the balcony, his fat cock still standing to attention. He put an arm round me — uncharacteristicly nice. Richard was an arrogant prick a lot of the time, but he was a decent man. Although it probably wouldn't seem that way if you were one of the poor souls whose wife or girlfriend he was fucking.
“I… I just wanted to do something to make you remember me,” I sobbed. I felt humiliated and pathetic, but couldn’t stop the tears. “I wanted to be the one who deepthroated your dick.”
Richard ran his fingers through my hair. “It's ok. I don't think it's even possible, to be honest. I don't want to sound like I'm blowing my own trumpet — sorry, poor choice of words — but I think I'm just too big.”
“I thought I could do it,” I said, wiping the tears out of my eyes, “but I didn't even get close.”
“It's ok”, he said, cradling me in his big arms. “It's ok.”
It was so nice to see a different side to him for once. Caring and kind, rather than arrogant and cocky. I'd always thought there was no way Richard could ever settle down with one woman, but in that moment I saw something in him that made me think it might be possible. I doubted it would be anytime soon — Richard was only in his late thirties and with his insane sex drive he was probably going to keep fucking around for a while yet — but one day. That thought made me smile. I wanted Richard to be happy.
“Richard,” I said, looking up at him with shiny tear-filled eyes. “I want you to fuck me now.”
“I’ll get a condom.”
“No. I want you to fuck me bareback.”
Richard carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on his king-size bed. The Egyptian cotton sheets felt smooth and warm against my naked skin.
Richard removed his dressing gown and silk pyjama trousers. He looked like a Greek god come to life: perfect abs, huge muscular arms and a the most beautiful penis in the world. I was immediately wet again.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling on top of me and kissing my neck. I felt his cock rub against the entrance to my cunt, he rubbed the fat head against my clit, smearing it in my juices. Then he plunged into me. I screamed as he sunk his dick to the hilt, digging my fingernails into his back.
Richard fucked me softly at first, then built up the pace, his enormous tool pounding in and out of me in long, thick strokes.
When he’d finished fucking me from the front, he flipped me over with his muscular arms and pounded me from behind, my giant breasts flopping forwards with each thrust. Richard reached round and grabbed one of my heavy udders with each of his huge hands, squeezing them roughly.
From the hallway came the sound of a mobile ringing. It was mine, I realised. But who would be ringing me at this hour?
Even with Richard’s cock slamming into me, I couldn't help but worry — was it an emergency?
Then I realised who it must be. “Bloody Colin,” I muttered to myself.
Richard smiled on hearing Colin’s name, and pounded me harder.
The phone rang again, but Richard continued to pump. Then a third time.
“Right,” said Richard, sliding out of me.
“Wait!” I called after him as he disappeared naked into the hall.
He returned holding my ringing phone.
“It's your fiancé”, he said, smiling. What are you doing? I was about to say, then Richard climbed on top of me and thrust himself into me, hard and deep, slamming the head of his cock against the head of my cervix. Arrogant bastard Richard was back — and back with a vengeance.
I gasped, winded, as Richard, grinning evilly, pressed the green button to answer the call.
I held my breath as Richard held the phone out to me, trying to keep quiet. The on-screen timer was ticking away, counting the seconds of the call.
“Hello?” I heard Colin say, his voice small and tinny from the speakers. “Alice, are you there?”
Richard gave me a cheeky You not going to get that? look. I scowled at him.
“Hi baby,” I said, snatching the phone from Richard and putting it to my ear, “You're up late”.
I felt a pleasant stirring below as Richard began to move his penis — which was still rock hard — gently back and forth inside me.
“Yeah I couldn't sleep” said Colin, “what about you?”
Unbelievably, I felt Richard growing inside me. He was getting turned on by this and was now bigger than I'd ever felt him. I felt a tear run down my cheek — his ludicrously engorged cock was making my eyes water.
This must be what giving birth feels like, I thought for one ridiculous moment. I knew that any woman who'd actually had a child would laugh at that, but in that moment, with the walls of my cunt straining to contain the girth of Richard’s fat cock, I felt like he was going to split me in two. Insane images of my vagina being left a bloody, ruined mess ran through my head.
But fuck me it felt good. As Richard pumped I could feel every inch of him rub against the slippery walls of my vagina.
“I… I can't sleep either…” I gasped to Colin, trying in vain to sound like I wasn’t getting fucked by a monster cock.
“Are you ok?” Colin asked, “Your voice sounds funny?”
Without warning Richard pulled his entire cock out of me. It left my cunt with a loud SLURP. I gasped — after being stretched to accommodate his hugeness, it felt like I'd had one of my organs removed. My cunt felt like a sock that's lost its elastic — Richard was no longer inside me, but my hole was gaping open.
“No… I'm fine,” I whimpered down the phone, “just a bit -”
Richard plunged back into me.
“OH FUCK!!!”
“Alice? Alice, what's wrong?”
Richard, the bastard, had sunk every inch inside me with one swift thrust. Then, as if he hadn't done enough already, he pulled slowly back out again, until just the tip of his head rested on my vagina’s lips, then plunged back in again.
“Alice? Alice I'm coming over!”
“No…” I quickly gasped, “Sorry… I… I stubbed my toe.” It was a pretty lame excuse but I could barely think straight. Richard was slowly pulling out again. “I’m tired baby,” I said, “I'll see you tomorrow. I can't wait.”
“You sure you're ok?”
Richard grabbed his shaft and started to rub the fat head of his monster dick against my clit. It felt so amazing and I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm stIrring between my legs.
“I'm sure, I'm sure. I have to get some sleep now baby. Goodbye!”
I hung up the phone.
“You bastard,” I said to Richard, “you fucking bastard.”
He just smiled and thrust back inside me. My head arched back and I clutched a fistful of bedsheet in each hand. It felt like my organs were being shifted. Richard had gone deep and he wasn't moving. He just kept his dick there, as deep as it could go, without moving.
“It's too much, it's too much…” I whimpered. But Richard kept his dick in place, looking down at me and smiling.
“You want me to pull out?” He asked.
It felt unnatural, it felt painful, it felt… so fucking amazing.
“No… just… just…”
I could barely get the words out.
Richard pushed slowly forward. His glans was already pushing against my cervix, but he kept pushing.
I'm out of pussy, you fuck! I thought, unable to speak, There's no more room!
I felt my cervix being pushed backwards, as far as it could go. His urethra was kissing the entrance to my womb. I'd never felt so full in all my life. Every inch of my vaginal canal was stuffed with his colossal meat.
He wasn't even moving forward now. Even he had to accept that there was nowhere left to go. My pussy was at full capacity.
“That feel good?” He asked. I couldn't
speak — I couldn’t even remember how. All I could do was open and close my mouth stupidly, like a fish.
I looked down at my stomach, and was amazed to see a bulge. At first, in my confused state, I wondered what it was — but then I realised. It was Richard’s cock — I could actually see the bulge of his cock in my stomach!
For the third time that night I came. This was one short and sharp. My pussy muscles clenched around Richard’s penis, squeezing it like a vice. Pleasure washed across his face, his eyes closed in ecstasy. He looked more handsome than I'd ever seen him.
At last I managed to speak.
“Cum in me…” I said, “I want you… to cum inside me”.
And then, for the first time since we’d starting seeing each other behind Colin’s back three years ago, Richard ejaculated inside me without a condom.
I felt a powerful blast of warmth hit my cervix. It felt incredible, so warm and thick. Richard groaned loudly as he emptied his sizeable balls.
It took three spurts for him to finish, each one accompanied by a mighty groan.
“That was… amazing…” he gasped
Richard grabbed me with his powerful hands and rolled me over, his manhood never leaving my vagina, so I was now on top. I lay on top of him, my hand nestling in his hairy chest, my head against his neck. Both of us were panting and covered with sweat.
After a few minutes, just laying in each others’ arms, I felt his cock finally start to soften inside me. I lay there for another minute or so, then rolled off his chest to lie next to him.
I looked down and saw Richard’s cum seeping slowly out of my pussy onto his bedsheets. There was so much of it. I was used to taking Richard’s huge loads in my mouth or on my chest, or seeing it fill up a condom, but I'd never felt it inside me before. It was starting to go cold now, but if this was the last time I was going to see Richard, I had to taste it one last time.
I scooped some of the cold gloop up with my finger and raised it to my mouth. I lapped it up with my tongue, savouring the taste. I normally hated the taste of semen — the few times I gave Colin a blowjob I always spat his tiny loads out — but with Richard I was, I'd just discovered, even willing to swallow his cum cold.
