by Danielle Lux
I could definitely see where Kate got her deepthroating genes from.
Mrs Miller continued to slide her mouth further down my dick. I felt my shaft bend slightly as my glans moved past the back of her throat and into her esophagus. Being a pro like her daughter, she didn't even gag.
A third of my dick was left still, but there was no stopping Mrs Miller. Her lips—comically stretched around my beer-can girth—continued to creep forward along my shaft. Her eyes were watering now, but she kept eye contact with me. It was fucking hot.
Finally the last of my meat disappeared into her mouth as she took me to the hilt, her lips touching my pelvis. She looked up at me with eyes begging for approval.
“Good girl,” I told her, running a hand through her hair. She smiled—or at least it looked like a smile. It was hard to tell, with her mouth stretched to its limits around my dong.
She started bobbing her head up and down. It was all too much for me and I started to cum. I was so deep that my seed spurted directly into her stomach. That's one of the perks of having a ridiculously long dick—your cum is automatically swallowed!
When my dick finished convulsing, Mrs Miller took it out of her mouth. There was a bead of saliva running from her lips to my glans, and she gave me a reproachful look.
“I thought you were going to have sex with me,” she said, sounding hurt. “I knew this was a bad idea, I knew I shouldn't—”
I kissed her.
“If you think I'm done yet,” I told her, “you don't know me very well.”
I lifted her to her feet, then grabbed the hem of her nightdress and lifted it over her head, leaving her in just her bra and panties. They were expensive-looking and lace—obviously something she’d bought to try and get her limp-dick husband excited. She lifted an arm up to cover her chest, suddenly shy.
“You have an awesome body,” I told her. And it was true—she did. She had a bit of a belly, but her legs—as I mentioned before —were surprisingly slender, and her gigantic boobs were practically bursting out of her lace bra. Her ass was fucking huge too. There was a bit of cellulite here and there, but fuck it —she was in her fifties.
I reached round and unhooked her bra, the cups fell to the floor to reveal her gargantuan mammaries. They were sagging slightly from years of hanging down, but they still looked incredible. Each of her areolas was a huge, pink saucer, and her nipples—already hard—were as big as thimbles.
I leant down and started sucking on one of those monster titties. At the same time I snuck a hand into her panties. Her vagina was completely hairless—she’d obviously been waxing to try and get her husband excited—and my fingers easily slid into her already wet cunt.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Mrs Miller groaned as I fingered her and sucked her tits.
“Fuck me,” she said, “please fuck me!”
I didn't need telling twice. I pushed her to the marble kitchen worktop and bent her over it. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, then she stepped out of them.
Grabbing her enormous ass cheeks, I lined my dick up with her pussy. Her wet lips parted for the head of my cock like it was a miniature Moses, and I began to slide in.
“Fuuuuuuck…” she gasped, as inch after inch of me disappeared into her gaping cunt.
I know how this is going to make me sound, but I'm going to be honest with you here. I have a fetish for girls telling me I've got a big dick. I already know I have a big one—I've been told enough times—but I want to hear it from every girl I sleep with. A bit pathetic, I know, but hey—I never said I was perfect.
Normally I hear it as soon as they see it in the flesh for the first time: “you're so huge!”, “it's so big!”, “you put my boyfriend to shame”. Sometimes it takes a bit longer—maybe when it first slides in or after I've pounded their pussy for a bit—but, in the end, they always say something.
Mrs Miller’s eyes had practically popped out of their sockets when she saw what I was working with—and judging by her husband’s height and personality I guessed he was hung like a field mouse—but she hadn't said the words yet. She hadn't called me “big boy” or told me I was “hung”. So I was going to have to fuck her silly until she did.
I slammed my remaining inches into her, right to the hilt.
“Oh sweet fucking fuck!” she said. It was good—but still not what I wanted to hear.
I began pounding her from behind. Fuck being gentle, I was gonna leave my girlfriend’s mom’s pussy in ruins.
“Ooooooo,” Mrs Miller moaned as I slammed into her over and over again, my pelvis slapping against her humongous butt cheeks. “Slow down… got to keep quiet…”
I knew she was right—that it was risky to be making this much noise—but the animal urges had kicked in, and I couldn't help myself.
I pounded her with my full length: pulling almost all of the way out then slamming back in to the hilt, over and over again. BAM BAM BAM BAM! She was trying to keep quiet, but couldn't help moaning as I gave her pussy the slamming of its life. I was going at it like a porn star: BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM! Her huge tits were swinging back and forth like basketballs in sacks.
“Oh Jack…” she groaned, “not so rough… not so rough!”
I leant down to whisper in her ear.
“You like that big dick, don’t you?” I asked. Normally I don't like to prompt—I like the compliments to come naturally—but desperate times call for desperate measures. “You like my big dick in your milf cunt?”
“Milf?” she asked, confused.
“Never mind.”
I looked down at her ass, and knew what I had to do, to truly make her appreciate how big I was. Her anus was staring up at me, practically willing me on.
There was a bottle of olive oil on the side, just within reach. I grabbed it, then poured a generous helping between Mrs Miller’s gigantic butt cheeks.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
I slipped my dick out of her pussy and —in one ninja-like motion—plunged my dick into her asshole.
“ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!” she yelled, loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood. If Kate and her limp-dick dad were awake they definitely would have heard it, but at this point I didn't give a shit.
I'd managed to get a third of my cock into Mrs Miller’s ass on that first thrust. Normally it takes forever to work my girth into a girl’s butt, but the olive oil seemed to have done wonders. Although maybe older women have looser anuses anyway, who knows?
I pushed forward with all my might, forcing my meat into her tight hole.
“WRONG HOLE!!!” Mrs Miller yelled, “WRONG HOLEEE!!!”
I squeezed the last of my inches inside of her butt. I felt so nice and tight. I started to pound—not bothering to be gentle.
“OOOOOOO FUUUUUCK!!!” she yelled as I slammed my dick into her over and over again.
“You like it?” I asked her, “you like that big dick?”
“I DOOOOO!!!”
“Say it! Tell me you like my big dick!”
At this point we’d both been overtaken with lust, and didn't give a shit who heard us. I guessed Mrs Miller’s brain had been overloaded by getting the first good fucking she’d had in years, and I was getting bored with going out with Kate anyway.
“YOUR DICK IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING DICK I’VE EVER HAD!!! IT’S FUCKING HUUUGE!!!”
At that point, right on cue, Mr Miller ran down the stairs in his dressing gown—obviously wondering what the fuck all the noise was.
His face dropped when he saw me balls deep inside his wife’s ass. Mrs Miller couldn't see him, as she was bent over the worktop with her head in her hands.
“Am I bigger than your husband?” I asked her, as I gave Mr Miller a smile, still pounding away at her ass.
“YOU’RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN LAWRENCE!!! YOU’RE HUGE!!!”
At that moment Kate came down the stairs. The poor girl didn't know where to look—looking from me to her mom to her dad, trying to take it all in.
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“Jack! Mom!”
Mrs Miller turned her head—for the first time realising that her husband and daughter were watching her get rammed up the ass. I kept pounding —just natural instinct, I suppose—and could feel the familiar twitch in my balls telling me that I was about to blow.
“I’m… I’m cumming!” I yelled to no-one in particular, as I unloaded my cream into the depths of Mrs Miller’s rectum.
With my balls now empty, I saw the situation with a new clarity. Mr Miller was a broken man, tears flowing down his cheeks, his jaw quivering, but Kate, now she’d had a chance to process what was happening, was fuming. She went over to a drawer and—oh fuck!—pulled out a pair of scissors.
It was definitely time for me to go.
“I'm gonna cut it off!” Kate yelled, “I’m gonna cut it off!”
Butt naked I darted for the back door—thankfully managing to grab my pants on the way. I had a quick glance back at the sorry scene—Mrs Miller naked and bent over the kitchen workstation, Mr Miller in tears and Kate coming at me with the scissors ready to cut my dick off—then ran out into the night.
I somehow made it back across town wearing just my pants. Thankfully my dorm key was in my pocket, so I could get into my room.
“Help! Let me out! Help!”
Oh shit.
I took the hockey stick out of the wardrobe and Anastasia fell out, her eyes wide with panic. All my neighbours had gone home for the summer already, so no-one had heard her.
“You bastard!” she said, “you fucking bastard!”
“Sorry,” I said.
Then she burst into tears.
“I thought I was gonna be trapped there forever!”
I rubbed her hair.
“It's ok,” I told her, “it's ok.”
She looked up at me with teary eyes, then kissed me.
The next thing I knew I was lying on the bed getting my fourth blowjob of the day.
“Your dick tastes weird,” Anastasia said.
I decided to be honest this time.
“Well, it's covered in Kate’s pussy juices, Kate’s mom’s pussy juices, the inside of Kate’s mom’s ass and olive oil.
Anastasia gave me a look, trying to work out if I was serious. Finally she laughed.
“Very funny,” she said, and went back to sucking.
Well, at least I tried.
THE END
