The Size Anthology

by KT Morrison

  “Oh, my God,” she said. “That thing is so huge.” Chloe pet the top of his big manhood, rubbing his glans through the heavy foreskin. “You couldn’t get that inside me,” she whispered.

  Moric brought his hips back until the tip of his penis slid through the crease of her mound, he gripped it in the middle then stroked it up and down her bright pink folds, Matt could see they were engorged, accepting.

  “Uh-oh, Matty, your little girlfriend is so wet.”

  “No, don’t put it in me,” she said.

  “Don’t, Moric. Please,” Matt said.

  “Just the tip,” he said, and he eased himself into her folds, the end of his cock squashing her, piercing her, and pushing her wide.

  “Oh, ow,” she said, “okay, just the tip. Okay, Matty?”

  “No, not okay. No way.” He came right up to the edge of the table, he could see his step-brother’s fat cock pushing into his little girl. “Moric, fucking don’t.”

  “She just wants the tip, bro, ungh,” he said sliding in a little deeper.

  “Chloe, he doesn’t even have a condom on.”

  “I know,” she said.

  Moric took Chloe’s leg, pushed it back and she drew the knee up to her chest. Moric pressed her leg into her, his big hand spreading across the back of her thigh. She was split wide for him now. The narrowest part of his cock already inside her.

  “Moric, you don’t have her permission...”

  “She didn’t say no, Matty.”

  Matt said, “Chloe?”

  But she didn’t say anything, she looked at Matt, her eyes pleading. She just wanted this to happen. She wanted to feel his huge cock. She wanted Matt to be okay with it. She wouldn’t take her eyes off him. She was waiting to hear that it was okay. She was waiting for permission. But she wasn’t stopping Moric. And Moric wasn’t stopping on his own. Moric was going to fuck her. Maybe even if she said no.

  “Stop, Moric, I’m serious.” His voice had got high again.

  Moric said, “Why don’t you go cry to your mother. Moric is fucking my girlfriend, Mom, come help me. She’d probably be on Chloe’s side, let her get a real sausage for once.”

  “Aren’t you going to stop him, baby? He’s going to hurt me with that thing.” She said it in a breathy, sexy sort of Chloe voice. Chloe when she was horny, Chloe when she would play with him, let her know she wanted him.

  He looked at this nightmare scene: his baby girl on her back without her pants, looking up at him, an exigent cock nesting in her bright pink folds, his muscular, two-hundred pound beast of a stepbrother ready to plunge it inside her regardless of what he said.

  He knew he couldn’t stop Moric, he knew he wasn’t able, and Chloe wasn’t trying to stop him. What if he tried and he couldn’t and she saw that? How would that look? Moric shoving him with his cock still buried in Chloe and him falling on his ass. Getting up and getting knocked down again. He couldn’t stop Moric. And he would look foolish trying. If Chloe wanted it—she wasn’t struggling at all—then just let it happen. You know? Just let her see what it feels like since she’s so fucking curious. Let her enjoy it. It’d be better than the emasculating humiliation of trying to be the big man and failing in front of her. Moric and Chloe fucking anyway and him sitting on the basement floor with a black eye. Have her see him so ineffectual. He could just pretend he wanted it for her. It would be better. At least she would have a little respect for him.

  “Just do it.”

  “Really, baby?” she said, sounding excited.

  “Fine. You want him to fuck you?”

  She screwed up her mouth and shrugged.

  “Fine,” he said again.

  “You wanna watch us, baby?”

  “Yeah.”

  Moric slid himself in deeper, getting to his thickest girth in the middle.

  “Oh, ew, oh stop,” Chloe said and she squinted, her face turning to a snarl. “Back up,” she told him.

  Moric slid out and Matt could see his shaft shining from her insides, then he plunged in deeper and she yelped out.

  “Moric, don’t, you’re hurting her.”

  “Shut up, Matt. It’ll get easier, I just have to get it coated,” he said. He worked it in and out of her, making his shaft wet from her. She started to get into it, the pained face moving somewhere more towards pleasure.

  “Oh, God, Matty, he’s so big.”

  “Was it worth it?”

  “Oh, ah, worth what?”

  “Breaking my heart, Chloe.”

  “Aw, come on, Matt. Fuck, you said I could.” She looked mad, her brow furrowed but her eyes closed, her mind elsewhere, thinking about this huge thing trying to force its way inside her.

  “Never mind,” he said. She was in the wrong. He knew she was, but he could hear himself being an asshole now. Leveraging her emotions when it was already too late.

  “He’s such a fucking turd in a punch bowl.”

  That made Chloe laugh.

  “Just watch or run get some lube, stop trying to wreck it. We’re just going to have a little fun.”

  He shook his head, leaned on the table and watched his Chloe.

  He still hadn’t got it going, still having trouble getting comfortable, she was still clenched up on him.

  “Matt, your girlfriend is so tight. God, eighteen-year-olds.”

  “I know.”

  “You know, but you’ve never stretched it like this.”

  “Matt feels good, Moric,” she said.

  “Who feels better?” he asked her.

  She laughed, said, “Right now, Matt feels better, yours is painful.”

  Matt liked that, felt good she’d said it. “Thanks, Chloe.”

  “Sure, baby.”

  Moric gently thrust into her but Matt could see he was just mashing her mound and pushing her body, he wasn’t getting any deeper inside her.

  Chloe started rocking her hips against him, she sucked her lips in, closing her eyes, concentrating on getting him inside her, tilting to meet him, rocking to swallow him. Then it happened, he got it coated with her wetness, maybe he’d leaked inside her too, but suddenly it was sinking in deeper with each thrust. Her mouth came apart, her lips forming a pouted circle.

  “Oh, God, Matt, Oh God, he’s so fucking thick.”

  “Who feels better now?” Moric growled at her.

  “You’re, ungh, ow, too thick,” she said, face twisting, her hands had gone over her chest and now they were crossed over her, long fingers playing over her own nipples under the fabric of her T-shirt.

  Moric pulled her up to sit by her shirt, and she watched him, wondering what he wanted. He pulled the T-shirt up over her head and she lifted her arms straight up so he could get it off. Moric whispered in her ear and she giggled. She looked between her legs, his wide manhood wedged inside her, and she nodded.

  Moric pulled himself out of her and his cock fell out and swung between his legs, he helped Chloe off the pool table.

  11

  Moric lifted his T-shirt off and threw it on to the floor. Matt watched Chloe’s bare legs under her big shirt flex as she got to her tip-toes and started kissing Moric’s chest. He could hear her smacking noises as she kissed and sucked him, getting lower.

  “Oh, no, Chloe.”

  She kissed his stomach, her hands scratched at the muscles there, ran down to his hips. She kissed lower and lower. It was so obvious what was going to happen. He couldn’t let it happen could he?

  “Chloe, baby, please—”

  Moric frowned at him, waved him away with the back of his hand while Chloe kissed his stomach, kneeling in front of him, her tongue working lower and lower.

  Chloe got her mouth under his manhood, she was sucking on his dangling balls. His cock had got draped over her shoulder, so dark brown against her milky skin, it looked as thick as her arm.

  She got on her knees and folded her feet up underneath her, one crossing over the sole of the other. Matt moved around so he could watch. She was stroking him, her hand
spread wide by his girth, forming a C. When she stroked Matt he knew she could touch her forefinger to the middle of her thumb.

  The pot light was right above them, showing off every dirty detail of his girlfriend about to try and go down on his stepbrother’s enormous cock. His mouth had gone completely dry and he scratched at his neck nervously. But there was something else and it puzzled him. It was arousing him. He was fraught with the anticipation of seeing his girlfriend’s plump little mouth try and get around that manhood. He wanted to watch her do it.

  Moric’s cock was hard, the end half a little shiny from being inside her, his foreskin completely covered the tip and Chloe stared at it, unsure of it. She kissed the tip like she would kiss her grandmother. Just a little peck.

  “Go on, Chloe,” Matt said. Surprised he said it.

  She looked over her shoulder at him, frowned, said, “I am.”

  Moric reached down and tangled his big hand in the back of her hair. Chloe turned and she put her lips around it, let Moric push it into her mouth, spreading her swollen lips wide. It was a third of the way in before she squinted, gagged. The skin on Moric’s cock bunched up around her mouth. He was too wide for her. Chloe put both her hands on it, gripped it tightly, and stroked it. She bobbed on him a little, sucking on him.

  “Oh, that's it,” Moric said.

  Her hands came up, got her grip wet from her spit on him and she took her mouth off, watched her hands work up and down his shaft getting him slippery from the tip to the base. She pulled his foreskin back, getting used to it now, exposing his bright pink, shiny glans. She flicked at it with the tip of her little tongue.

  “Suck on it,” Moric growled.

  Chloe pouted her lips then pressed onto his exposed glans, let it slowly sink past them, push them apart.

  “Shit, Matt, your girl is something else.”

  He had to agree. He felt himself painfully hard in his pants. He couldn’t believe this was turning him on so much.

  Chloe stroked him, her hands twisting on it, her head bobbed up and down, her lips forming a tight seal around the end of his cock as she sucked on it. She was getting into it now. Putting on a show for them. She would take it out and tap it on her tongue, plunge back on it, she would stroke him looking into his eyes, then take it and rub it across her cheeks. She was doing a good job for Moric. He didn’t have to make her do anything or tell her to try something. She knew what to do.

  “Look at this beautiful cock,” she said, stroking him again, watching his pink tip wink at her from under his dark foreskin while she did. She spit on him, launching a stream that landed along the top of it. She stroked it lightly, twisting on it, her bottom lip connected to his glans with a shining thread of spittle.

  Moric hoisted her up suddenly and she yelped, then laughed. He carried her past Matt, told him to look out. He took Chloe then and laid her on her stomach, draped over the back of the couch, her little rump turned up to them both. Moric slapped her hard across her round cheeks and it made her jiggle. She laughed.

  “Look at that ass, Matty.”

  She looked so small like that next to Moric. She was bent over, just her ass and legs visible to him, her knees bent slightly. He could see her shiny girl parts exposed to them. Her pink folds were dark and full, engorged, slick with excitement. Moric put his palms over her rump, his hands so huge on his baby girl that his little fingers rested on the couch. His thumbs dug into her and peeled her back, stretching her skin out, lifting her labia up to him and opening them. He hovered over her, dropped a string of spit into her crack and let it roll down and through her sex. He let her cheeks go, let them drop and bounce then spanked her again, hard now on the other cheek. She laughed out again, her little giggle hidden behind the couch.

  Moric rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her lips. She was shining from his spit and her own wetness, Moric’s cock glistened in the pot lights from Chloe’s coating. They were both wet and slippery as could be. He was going to sink that thing in his Chloe now. She was going to take every thick inch of it and Matt wanted to see it happen. Wanted to hear her cry out as he got deeper and deeper.

  12

  Moric got his tip at her tiny entrance and he pressed it down with his thumb, forced it to part her hot pink insides and he sunk it slowly into her. She made a noise, a gasp, on the other side of the couch. Matt watched it slowly disappear into her, push her apart, get hung up on her tightness, then the foreskin retract as his slippery glans probed into her. Then the shaft started to make its way, the spit-glistened skin squeaking past her stretched out membranes. He was getting deep inside her now, she was accepting him, both of them so slippery his massive girth couldn’t be stopped.

  “Oh, ow, oh, shit, oh, Moric,” she gasped.

  Chloe’s legs were together, one crossed over the other, a foot draped over the other ankle, her toes holding them up off the floor. Moric’s legs were spread on either side of her, his tool forcing her apart, his balls hanging down.

  “Fuck, Matt, God, his cock is so big.”

  Moric dove deeper and deeper inside her. His cock wasn’t terribly long just massively thick and soon he had it buried all the way inside her until his pubic hair was hiding her little rosebud anus. He could see Chloe’s hands grab up fistfuls of the leather seat of the couch. She groaned, a high gravelly sound that turned to her voice going up to a squeak as he penetrated as far as he could. Then he drew it out partway and sunk it back in.

  “Yes, yes,” she gasped.

  Moric’s cock was way too big to be going into her. He was thicker than her own forearm, his dark, shiny cock slipping in and out of his Chloe’s pink sex. She was spread so wide it looked like it must hurt her but the noises she was making were not pained. She was in ecstasy, her little-girl gasps alternating with high-pitched squeaks and yelps. She was loving it. She was loving being punished with Moric’s enormous tool. Every time he drew it out he dragged the thinnest little bright pink membrane out of her. Matt was worried he was going to tear his little baby.

  “Careful, Moric,” he said, but Moric just grunted and kept fucking her.

  He couldn’t watch any more, it looked too violent, too painful. He went around and sat next to her. Her elbows rested on the couch, her forehead pressed into the seat. Her hair had fallen forward, and he could see her long, pretty neck and one of her little ears but her face was hidden behind that thick honey hair.

  “You like it baby?” he asked her.

  “Mm, it feels so good.”

  “This what you wanted?”

  “Ah, Matt, he’s so big.”

  “You like his big cock?”

  “Fuck, I do, baby, I do.”

  “He’s not hurting you?”

  “It hurts so good, Matty,”

  She reached out, looking for his hand and he held it out for her. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hand hard while his stepbrother fucked her behind them.

  “Tell him to fuck me harder, baby.”

  Matt turned, saw Moric pounding his girl from behind, watched the jiggle of her rump as he did it, said, “She wants it harder.”

  Moric sunk his fingers into the flesh of her thigh where it met her hip and he pounded her with his cock. He had her grunting next to Matt, going, ungh, ungh, ungh, with his powerful thrusts. He was giving her every thick inch with each thrust, pounding himself in until his hipbones slapped her cheeks.

  Matt rubbed her bare slender back while Moric fucked her. Rubbing circles over the small of her back, going around her shoulders, scratching down the middle with his fingernails.

  “Take it, Chloe, take it, baby,” he whispered to her, squeezing her little hand in his.

  Moric bent over her, drove deep, growling into her back. His hand came around and grabbed her throat, pulled her up so she was standing, his knees bent, his cock still inside her. He leaned back and held her waist, tapped the back of a thigh with his other hand and she lifted it put her foot up on the back of the couch, then she lifted the other one.
Now she had both little feet on the back of the couch, her back leaning into Moric’s powerful chest, her hands wrapped around his wrists, his hands holding her tiny waist. Then he started thrusting into her and Matt saw it close up, her legs spread out wide right in front of his face. Chloe’s familiar little mound, reddened from the pounding and stretching, being forced apart by his step-brother’s obscene, dark brown girth. His balls were held up high and tight and jiggled with each thrust into his girlfriend.

  “You look so good, Chloe baby,” he told her.

  “Ah, fuck it, fuck it,” she hissed at Moric. He pounded her hard again making her voice warble.

  Moric scooped her thighs up, hooking a forearm underneath her legs and backed away from the couch, his little Chloe’s knees bent, her calves and feet hanging over his arm and his cock still inside her. He walked her around the couch to Matt’s side and sat in the corner opposite to him, Chloe in his lap. His cock popped out of her, left her pink hole gaping.

  “Aww,” she said and her hand went between her legs and her fingers went across her button, rubbing herself hard. Her feet were on either side of Moric’s legs, flat on the seat of the couch, Moric laying back over the low soft arm.

  “Put it back in me, Moric,” she said to him over her shoulder.

  Moric held his cock, stroked the tip along her mound then down underneath and he slid it in between her cheeks.

  “Whoa,” Chloe said and her eyes went wide. “I’ve never had one back there, baby, I think you’re too big.”

  But Moric persisted, gripping his shaft and sliding it up and down through the crack between her cheeks. Chloe wasn’t shying away, not sitting on her hole so he couldn’t get to it. Her toes came up as she dug her heels into the couch seat, tilted her hips so he had better access.

  Chloe looked at Matt, said, “Oh, baby, he’s going to be the first to take me there,” and she bit her lip, her brow a worried furrow.

  13

  Moric’s teasing stopped, and he’d snagged his tip on her little hole, found it, now he was pushing on it, exploring it.