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Big Dick

By: BiancaOldman



Once upon a time there was a giant of a man who lived in the far country. One is tempted to call him Big John, because his name was John, but he was in fact called Big Dick, because his was huge. 

Big Dick was descended from a line of miners, gold prospectors actually, who had struck it rich in the last generation. Big Dick had been the only child of a cantankerous old man who had written a most unusual will. The old man had, of course, seen Big Dick's claim to fame and had proclaimed it nothing short of prodigious and worthy of the family genetic heritage. The old man had been extra proud of Big Dick, he had awarded the unusual sobriquet to his son John and he had boasted openly (given that they lived in an isolated area) of his son's mammoth equipment.

All of this caused Big Dick to become painfully shy and embarrassed by his organ (as an example, his father used to say that if Big Dick were on a raft naked and his foreskin caught the breeze, he'd be able to sail the seven seas). Big Dick at an early age avoided trips to town with his old man and looked for more gold.

The old man, recognizing that his days were numbered, realized the shortcomings of his son (none of them of course being physical) and decided that in order to get Big Dick to interact with the world, he would be required to use drastic means. He accordingly drafted a will in which he specified that Big Dick needed to get married and have a son before the family fortune would be passed along.

Now Big Dick was no money grubbing young man, but he recognized that a life of leisure was preferable to working in the blazing sun looking for more gold, so he began, prior to his father's death, developing tactics for acquiring a wife. His tactics were modest, as befitted his nature, but his father, once apprised of his son's planned search, advertised the prospects more aggressively.

The father, ever hopeful of success, decided to advertise both the size of the fortune (immense) and the size of the organ (also immense).

Whereas most girls of the area were eager for the former (and their fathers even more so), very few of the girls were eager for the latter.

One night, at a sleepover at Callie Sue McAllister's, several of the girls got to talking and the subject of Big Dick was advanced. The girls, several of whom were experienced in such matters, discussed the physical problems of the alleged size of Big Dick and offered a few suggestions, to the accompaniment of giggles, on how to successfully deploy the said object. The discussion finally devolved into the realization that none of the girls had actually seen Big Dick's organ and maybe there was some exaggeration involved and if there was, by Jove, they were all game to try for his fortuer, his hand. 

Callie Sue herself was chosen to lead the expedition for evidence and the very next day she rode to the far country and sought out Big Dick's place and surveyed, inconspicuously, mind you, the surroundings. Callie Sue realized real early that this would be a cinch, since only Big Dick and his father lived there and she discovered as she watched that the two men relieved themselves in a special area behind the house. Callie Sue accordingly sneaked to a tree near the pissing point and waited.

Within a few hours, Callie Sue saw Big Dick leave the house and begin his stroll to the pissing point. She adjusted herself in the bushes and, admittedly excited, awaited the unveiling. Big Dick wandered up, pulled aside his britches and pulled out an absolute monster..thick as a coffee mug and incredibly long. He pulled back the foreskin, revealing a cock head the size of a large orange, and began to piss into the bushes. His yellow stream arced for at least 10 feet and Callie Sue's knees began to weaken as she realized how much she wanted that cock. 

Big Dick finished, shook it dry, and replaced it. Callie Sue, breathing shallowly, sank to her knees and tried to regain her composure. She knew what she had seen and couldn't believe it. She now had 2 things to do, decide how she was going to win over Big Dick and decide what to tell the other girls. She rode home slowly and thoughtfully.

Callie Sue caused the other girls to lose interest by telling them about big, pus seeping sores, which she saw on Big Dick's organ. She thus became, as a result of her lie, the only girl with an interest, but she still did not have the equipment to accommodate him. 

Callie Sue made a trip to a distant town and visited a blacksmith of some ill repute who willingly constructed an apparatus for her. The apparatus consisted of an expanding cylinder of about 3 inches in length. The cylinder was expanded by a key. The cylinder was coated with a soft stretchable substance for comfort. Callie Sue took it home and that night before bed, stroked herself and inserted the cylinder. She turned the key until the cylinder just began to hurt her, then fell asleep. She continued to do this for six months or more, every night expanding the cylinder just a little bit more. 

She tested herself constantly and after the six months, she could easily insert a large orange into her vagina with no discomfort. The orange felt so good, in fact, that she often went through the day with it in, enjoying the full feeling. She now knew that she was ready for Big Dick, and accordingly she accosted his father one day at the store and engaged him in conversation. "Your son doesn't come to town much. He must be terribly shy." She said with a sly look and a bat of the eyelashes.

The old man, being no fool, knew what she was up to, but recognized an opportunity when he saw one, and invited her to dinner that Sunday. She accepted the invitation.

She went to dinner often after that. She was lively, fun, intelligent and all that a young man would want, but Big Dick was so shy he never made a move and they became only friends. That is until one spring day.

One spring day, near the creek, Callie Sue decided to do her best. She had worn a very sheer dress with no petticoats and as they walked, she feigned tripping and fell into the water. The wet dress clung to her, her nipples poked out tantalizingly and the cloth hung to the crack of her ass and the swell of her mound. She saw the look on Big Dick's face and went for it all, declaring she was shivering due to the water and pulling the dress over her head.

Standing naked and aroused in front of Big Dick, Callie Sue was too much of a temptation. He went to her and hugged her and she, after months of training and frustration, eagerly pulled down his pants. 

Now Callie Sue, regardless of her stretching exercises, had never been with a man before. With a few exceptions, she had not discussed the details of sex with her girlfriends. She did not, therefore, anticipate what happened when she extracted his cock and took it into her two hands.

It grew. And grew.

It became longer, thicker and harder.

It became half again as large as it had been and she knew it was too large for her now. But boy did she love the feel and sight of it. She licked it, she did everything she could think of doing to it and finally she decided, what the hell, let's try it.

She lay in the grass, guiding Big Dick to her and directed the throbbing monster in the direction of her pussy.

She had never been so wet, she could feel the huge head touch her lips and then, miraculously, slide in. Not all the way; it was much too long, but it slid in enough. Enough for Big Dick, who to his absolute amazement, succumbed to the excitement of youth, came almost immediately and began to shrink. Eventually he slid out of Callie Sue and lay, exhausted beside her. 

Callie Sue knew, for women know these things, that she was pregnant, so she snuggled up to Big Dick and whispered, "We'll have to get married now, I could have a baby from what you just done."

Big Dick saw the sense in this and proposed, which made Callie Sue and Big Dick's father and Big Dick all very happy. And even if she walked just a tad differently than she had, Callie Sue learned to love Big Dick and his equipment almost as much as she loved his fortune.

So the girls in town looked upon Callie Sue with envy, for they knew they had been snookered. And the men looked upon Big Dick with envy, for he was rich and Callie Sue was most attractive. But mostly the men whispered and looked in awe because they saw the child and they mostly had seen Big Dick's appendage and they began to refer to Callie Sue as "The woman what could handle Big Dick" and they shook their heads.

And Callie Sue didn't mind in the least.

Big Dick Advertisement



Last summer I read the paper almost every day, at least if I got to the paper before Susan threw it away. Susan, as you recall, is my lover, the sexiest creature I have ever seen. She works out at the gym every day, she runs, she swims, she bikes, kayaks, climbs, sky-dives, and, as a college nursing school graduate, works as a school nurse in my old high school. She is truly a fox, and I love her. We love sex, we love making love, we just love everything about each other.

Last summer Susan showed me an ad in the paper that I had missed. She brought it home from work; one of the teachers had pointed it out, jokingly, to Susan. It read "Well Endowed Young Male Wanted for Modeling," and it gave contact information. That wasn't a lot to go on and I balked. Susan told me that if anyone should apply, it was me. I have an eleven-inch cock, I'm in great shape, and I look nice. No, not sissy nice like a lot of those male models, but rather All-American nice.

Susan convinced me to call the number, which I did. A woman answered the phone and asked me some information, and I truthfully answered. I told her that I was 22 at the time, 6'2", 225 pounds, body fat around 10%, I had an eleven-inch cock, and I had no disfiguring scars. No, I had never worked as a model before, I had no experience. She asked me about my current work, and I told her that I had enough flexibility in my construction job that I could stop down for an interview at her convenience. She sounded pleasant, professional, and not interested in sex with me. Susan listened in on another line and concurred, it sounded like this was on the up and up.

Two days later I came with a swimsuit in my bag to the appointment. The building was a one-story office building, with a glass front and plenty of parking. It was in a nice part of town, beside the business district, and I felt more comfortable. I walked in and was greeted by a receptionist in her 30s, whom I had never seen in the town before. In a smallish town like ours, it's unusual not to know someone, so I asked.

The people in the office were on a tour trying to find models of all types, and I had responded to one of a variety of ads placed in a variety of papers, magazines, and on the Internet. As we chatted a beautiful 15-year-old girl walked out, thanking the photographer who followed her out. She had just begun her portfolio, had answered the ad, and this was her second session. The people had been there for a few weeks and would be there for the next month or so.

Jim, the photographer, asked me to sit down with him in his office. I glanced at the walls, and I was pleasantly surprised to see many tasteful and a few very sexy photographs of people old and young, male and female, all colors, all body types, and in a wide variety of settings. Jim explained to me that modeling agencies were willing to hire a wide variety of models, depending on what the customer wanted. It just so happened that someone wanted a model with a big dick, hence the ad.

Jim asked me if I was nervous, to which I answered that I was not. He asked me to change in the next room, not telling me what to put on. I blindly went into the changing room and asked him through the curtain what I should put on, and he said, "Just put on a towel."

I dropped my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist and returned. Jim took me into the back room, turned on the lights and asked me to drop my towel. I did, and Jim professionally looked at me and said, "Well, I see you fit the bill" and called his receptionist in. The woman came back, took off her reading glasses and calmly looked me over.

"Nice." That's all. The woman obviously had no sex drive. Jim was obviously not gay, so I didn't think a thing about it. "Get it hard," she said next. Uh, oh. How do you get a hard-on in front of two people that aren't sexy, act professionally, and you're sweating in the lights nervously.

So, I wrapped my hand around my cock and think of Susan. I think of the great sex we have, I think of how she seduced me when I was still in high school. Damn, that should have given me an extra inch of length, but I remained like a loose sausage, just swinging there. I thought of Roberta, our incredibly sexy neighbor who we have had countless sessions and has the body of a goddess. Zip. I thought of Amy, my friend Brad's girlfriend who belongs in the pages of Playboy. I think of all the girls I have fucked, all the girls in the magazines I have looked at, and even look at the receptionist. Shucks. Nothing.

The woman asks me what the problem is, and I explain I have never, never, never had this kind of problem before. She asked me when was the last time that I had had sex, and I told her about the previous evening. She asks me to tell her about it and I tell her about making love in the shower after work, I tell her about making love with Susan in the bedroom, then how we made love in front of the television, and then, finally, how we had tenderly made love at night in the still and darkness of our bedroom.

“Damn," she said, "Four times?"

"Well," I said, "Five, if you consider the blowjob I had received in the shower and taking Susan from behind in the shower after that."

The woman's eyes fell on my cock and she pulled up a stool, sat down and began gently jerking my cock. I instantly got hard, practically knocking her off the stool with the sudden force of my erection. It took a woman's touch, I figured. That, and about half of her blouse was now unbuttoned, which it hadn't been before. This woman is a tiny thing, and took the head of my cock and tried to suck it. I groaned with ecstasy and disappointment, as all she could do was lick it, but she really gave it the old college try.

Jim walked up with a measuring tape and placed it along side my shaft and said "Eleven and a half inches." The woman just continued to slobber along the side of my cock, rubbing it over her face, and rubbing it with her hands. Then she stood up, took off her blouse, and revealed a very nice chest, which had been very well hidden before.

"I'm never going to get that thing inside of me, but I think I can do this," she said as she put my cock between her tits. This was new to me, and she had me fuck the space between her breasts as she bent her head over and mouthed the head of my cock each time it emerged.

I had lost track of Jim by then, but he emerged back into my consciousness when he walked up to the lady and said "Jean, if you need some help I'll make some calls." She nodded vigorously and Jim walked to a phone and told someone that they were needed at the studio. He talked with them briefly as Jean continued to fuck with me her breasts, more accurately I fucked away at her face with her breasts gently cradling me. I wasn't going to come anytime soon, however, I just didn't feel the pressure. Jean switched techniques and wrapped both hands around my cock, which felt much better but still it wasn't going to get me off.

Jim, now, was hovering around us, his camera clicking every few seconds. I heard something at the front door, Jim answered it, and walked back in with Mrs. Andrews and Mrs. Peterson and their daughters, Melody and Hope.

"My, oh my," Mrs. Andrews exclaimed, and took off her light jacket. I gaped, as her devastating body was revealed to me, lightly clad in running shorts and a t-shirt, no bra. I didn't wonder if she had changed into that or I was just lucky that she dressed that way normally.

Mrs. Peterson didn't say a word. She just dropped her coat on the floor where she stood; her eyes were fixed on my cock. She stood there and dropper her skirt, pulled her top off, and quickly took off her bra and panties. This woman could have posed for Playboy or Penthouse any day of the week; I was going to be in for a workout.

Melody and Hope, how were both in their late teens and whom I knew, but were much younger than me. Much younger versions of their mothers, Melody and Hope had bodies without any fat and developing breasts that most guys would have given their eye teeth to have seen.

By now Jim was going nuts, he started up a video camera also, had his still camera clicking away, had turned the lights on, and had drug a mattress out in the middle that had bed sheets on it already. I wondered for a millisecond why it was there, but I really didn't give a damn.

Now I had five women surrounding me, sucking on me, caressing me, just generally acting like the sluts they were never allowed to be but had always wanted to experience if but only once in their lives. Mrs. Andrews was the first to impale herself upon my cock, her daughter Melody was hunched back over my face, grinding her clitoris in my mouth. Hope was sitting on top of my head and was merrily slurping away on Melody's breasts. Mrs. Peterson was sucking my balls, and running her hands over Mrs. Andrews and me.

Jim had us rearrange ourselves and I wound up fucking Mrs. Andrews from behind, Melody in front of her getting her pussy eaten, Jean was under Mrs. Andrews sucking anything she could get her hands and mouth on. Melody was standing beside me presenting me with her breasts, and Hope and Mrs. Peterson were just busy pleasing everyone. Only then did I notice three more men had entered, one was the Chief of Police.

The Chief just dropped his uniform belt, and doffed his clothes and just climbed in behind Mrs. Peterson and jammed his thick cock into her. Mrs. Peterson was almost bowled over with the force of his insertion, and she wound up kissing Mrs. Andrews on the mouth and occasionally sucking on Melody's pussy, but she was getting a real good pounding and couldn't do that too often.

The other two men were County Sheriffs, whom I had seen before but didn't know. After they were naked they each found a woman and proceeded to just have at her, not nice but effective.

Groans, grunts, and moans filled the room, and Jim just kept shooting away.

Mrs. Andrews turned her head back and asked me to fuck her in her ass. Whew, I had never done that before but I sure was willing to try! Her anus was painfully tight, even with a whole bunch of lubricant inserted and a good reaming given to me by two fingers. I knew that this would push me over the edge and I just leaned back and blasted her insides with my molten cum. Jean pulled me away from her and began mouthing my still blasting dick, and I even got a shot or two into her mouth before I stopped shooting. Most of it landed on Mrs. Andrews's backside and the side of Jean's face, however.

After I recovered a little I spoke with Jim and asked him why he hadn't jumped in. "Jean is my wife and I won't cheat on her," he said, "She wanted this and placed the ad and now her fantasy is fulfilled. I almost enjoyed this and was sorely tempted, but I don't do that stuff." I wondered where in the hell that kind of logic fit, but who was I to question him?

We all wound up spending about the next two hours in all kinds of crazy positions, my favorites were the two mothers and their daughters, and each had their endearing factors that made them special. I found out later that the two mothers, Mrs. Andrews and Mrs. Peterson were friends with Jean and Jim and knew about Jean's fantasy, and had shared with Jim and Jean that their fantasy was the same. Each had brought their daughter in to do a shoot for their portfolio, which had been legitimate. I have a feeling that Jean had talked to their daughters and told them about me. I guess that when the mothers were called the daughters had insisted on coming with them.

The after effects were tremendous. The Chief of Police became a very close friend of mine, I could do no wrong. The County Sheriffs were friends also, one of them actually asked me to dance at a bachelorette party and I did.

Mrs. Andrew's husband found out about her indiscretion and they divorced shortly afterwards. I felt sorry for her and even offered to help, but she said her marriage was over already.

Mrs. Peterson wound up modeling for a magazine a few months after that, I hear the issue is due out soon. She has called me up from time to time; we've had coffee, and even had a one on one session at her place. Oh yes, her husband. He's cool. He sits on the chair beside the bed and jerks off and talks dirty to her. The first time he hid in the closet and jerked off while she 'seduced me.'

Melody and Hope are both graduating from High School this year. Roberta has had them over a few times to share her hot tub and the three of them are great friends. Susan and I were there with them in the hot tub, we've shared lovemaking with each of them, but not all at once. We also had had them over one at a time; they've never come home early.

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Big Dick Beauty in Space



Luckily, the result of combining a bit of science fiction with big dick chicks wasn't a six-eyed alien robot with three cocks. The title may be a little too silly for some of the story, but don't let that fool you. It was either this or "An Adventure in Scrotum and Testicles." I went with my heart.

*

An alert popped up via the digital overlay on the cockpit main windows. The instruments onboard indicated that an unidentified object was heading toward the space vessel. The captain's heart started to beat faster.

Scrolling through all available data, the captain, a statuesque woman, tried not to get her hopes up. It was probably space junk, she told herself. Nothing could be out this far. Checking her readouts again, she waited for visual confirmation of the object. 

The unidentified object was finally close enough for an advanced report. The captain read through the information gathered on the UFO. Its readings were promising, but the object was too small to be a ship. The captain used its unique heat signature to cross space junk off the list as well.

"Visual in 3... 2... 1..." The toneless, female voice of Kassy, the onboard A.I., echoed through the cockpit.

A metallic object appeared on the captain's digital overlay at maximum magnification. She recognized the design. "An escape pod. What the hell is it doing out here?" The captain, hunched over her controls, asked herself in a mutter. "Kass," the captain stood up straighter, "identify the make of the pod," she requested.

As the pod got closer to her ship, the captain's instruments could now detect one life form inside. 

"I've completed cross-referencing the object's specifications with my system and identified its origin," Kassy intoned. "The unidentified flying object is an escape pod." No duh, the captain thought. "It originates from a twenty-engine interior planet spacecraft," the voice added.

"It's off an interior planet rig, huh. Strange."

"The object will be within range in two minutes," Kassy informed her.

The captain waited with bated breath. A minute passed before she looked quizzically at her readouts for any new notifications. "It's almost within range. Why hasn't the pod attempted contact yet?" she asked Kassy.

"I have no new information." 

"Well, you're a lot of help," the captain shook her head. She turned the magnification down on her digital display as the peculiar object finally came into unenhanced view. "Why hasn't it latched on? It's going to pass us right by..." 

"I have no new information."

"I wasn't asking you," the captain retorted. She watched the helpless pod hurdle through space with a cocked head when it dawned on her, "It can't. It can't latch on!"

The captain's backside plopped down in her chair as she frantically fumbled with her controls. "Shit!" she cursed. "I wasted a lot of time. I've gotta do it myself now and I've only got one shot at it." The captain took a few hasty measurements as the small pod shot nearer. 

Assuming the escape pod would be able to comply with its programming and latch on itself, the captain had let the tiny escape vessel get too close to use her ship's tractor beam. She'd have to connect with the pod manually now. The degree of difficulty when doing this in real-time with a small object catapulting through space was immense. 

A bead of sweat developed on the captain's brow as she gripped the controls so tightly you would have thought they'd crumble in her hands. The captain hoped she was precise enough as she flipped a switch with her thumb that suddenly released a metal strip into space. The rope-like device, being controlled by the captain, sprung on the tiny pod, its tip splitting into a million individual ties which tethered to the flying object as it rocketed by. The thin metal cables entered the pod's computer and started to slow the object's main engine whilst simultaneously strengthening their own resistance.

The captain managed both speeds with expert precision, understanding any misstep could result in a deadly case of whiplash for the life form inside. She didn't waste time wondering whether it in fact had a neck to be broken or not. She tracked and controlled the small pod manually with a multi-directional handle, careful to avoid any false moves. 

The relieved captain let out a deep breath as the pod finally halted; the mechanical cables starting to pull it back to her ship. "That was close. Thought it was all over for a minute there," she let out another heavy breath.

"I detected no threat, Captain," Kassy stated.

"That's not what I meant," the captain replied. 

"It is of no consequence. I've already checked the pod's schematics - it contains no usable materials. We have yet to find a solution," she declared.

"Now don't go bringing that up. Not now," the captain warned. "It does matter. A lot, actually. That's the difference between you, a faceless, cockless, machine... and me, a living, breathing, exceptionally well-hung being."

"My conclusion is less kind. Your 'cock' always seems to get us into trouble. I was seconds from the scrapheap on Voltrex-8 after you and your exceptionally well-hung-" The captain put her hand up, stopping her onboard A.I. mid-sentence.

The captain checked the progress of the pod's tow and then said, "Our guest has almost arrived. I better prepare myself for a proper greeting." The impressive, large-cocked female captain stood up and stretched her long body out, relieving the tension she'd accrued saving the pod.

She made her way to the cockpit's supply storage. The captain pulled out a laserproof vest and slipped it over her ample chest. Next, she hooked her holster belt around her womanly hips. The captain made sure her gun was ready to fire. "Can't be too careful these days."

"The connection has been made," Kassy notified the captain, "Filling the interlocking compartment with oxygen now."

The captain was halfway out when she remembered something and hurried back to the supply storage. She rifled through her personal items, coming away with a tube of lipstick. The captain clicked a panel on the wall closest to her and a mirror appeared. She applied the lipstick generously, the perfect shade of red for her rich skin tone and full, pouty lips. "Mustn't be too careful."

"The interlock is now safe for natural breathing."

"Unlock their pod," she told the A.I.

"Pod unlock successful."

Strolling through the clinically lit corridor of her ship, the captain headed toward the pod attachment entrance. A digital overlay surfaced beside the strongtanium door separating the ship's interior from the unknown life form. The door itself was comprised of multiple prongs, fastened together like clenched teeth.

"Show me through the door on the screen," the captain ordered. 

An image popped up on the screen. The captain choked on her breath; her heart skipped a beat. It was a man. She'd been crossing her fingers that it wasn't some neckless pile of goo in there. She never would have let herself dream that it was a man. The well-hung beauty's freshly painted lips opened into a smile. The realization that he was cute sent blood rushing to the organ between the captain's legs. 

"Unlock the ship door. Open it now." The door prongs detached and receded into the walls of the ship.

The young man standing before her there was the first living thing she'd seen in so long. The captain might have been prone to hyperbole in the those first few moments they spent gazing at each other. She started to consider his miraculous survival, shooting through deep space in that tiny, ill-equipped escape pod, as not only a testament to man's dominion over space, but as an important overture to the meaning of life itself. After stepping foot on her ship, the man immediately fell to the floor and wept like a baby.

His emotions overwhelmed him. "I didn't think anyone would find me." He reached out to her from the deck of the space vessel, "I had one day of air left. You saved me," his voice was soft and filled with emotion, "I can't believe you saved me."

The captain smiled down on him. She offered him a hand off the floor and then shook it. "I'm Captain Vivian Walker V. Welcome aboard my ship."

Tears still streaking the young man's soft facial features, he returned her smile. "Thank you so much, Captain Walker V. I'm Jon. Jon Gregg. I'm so happy to be here." In his present state of elation, he hugged his tall, beautiful savior. Realizing the captain might not want to be hugged, the young man started to pull away, but her strong arms caught him and hugged him back tight. 

The captain enjoyed the embrace so much she had to reposition her large tool on the spot to keep the bulge hidden. Feeling his smaller body against her, smelling him so close to her, even if he could do with a good bath, brought the captain pleasure she never thought she'd feel again. 

"It's nice to meet you, Jon." Their arms finally unlocked and they looked at each other again. "And my A.I. calls me Captain Walker V, why don't you call me Vivian or Viv," the captain chuckled. Jon nodded with a goofy grin. 

"Well, thank you, Vivian! I can't believe I'm going home. Never thought I'd find my way there again," he said.

Vivian's expression darkened. She debated in her overworked brain whether to tell him now or later. It wouldn't get any easier, she told herself. "About that..." she said regretfully, "the ship's hyperdrive busted a little over two months ago. Unfortunately, I don't actually have the parts to fix it."

Jon's brow furrowed. "My pod wouldn't let me, but can't you get a message out? How far out are we?"

"Out of range. Most ships weren't designed to go this far. We're about sixty-two billion milars from the nearest colonized planet or manned space station. Without a working hyperdrive, I can do about seven yardzillions a day," she answered dejectedly.

"But..." Jon tried to figure it out, "that doesn't work. That means we won't hit land for like-"

"Two hundred and thirty-nine years." She shook her head. "I've done the math."

Jon rubbed his forehead. "Two hundred and - you don't happen to be one of those species with an extended life expectancy, do you?"

"Nope," the captain clicked her teeth. Jon, after being so happy, seemed to have had a ton of bricks thrown on top of him. "Why don't you get cleaned up? Keep heading down this corridor until you get to the gyropedometer. You'll find shower cubicles inside the far room. You're in the system now, Kassy will let you in." Vivian tried to brighten the mood, "Then we can talk about all this stuff. I want to hear everything about how you came to be shooting through deep space in a pod with one day's air left."

"Yeah, a shower. That sounds good right now. What will you do, Viv?" he asked.

"I'm going to go over your pod with a fine-tooth comb, see if I can't find anything that might help us out."

They promised to meet back there and then parted. It took Jon walking away, with his tight little butt teasing her, for the well-hung captain to remember her sex-crazed, butt-fuck-loving, old ways. A quick cum in her quarters sounded much more fun than scavenging through Jon's escape pod. 

With a new spring in her step, Vivian hurried toward her quarters. The beautiful captain replayed her meeting with Jon over again in her head as she tossed away her laserproof vest and peeled the pieces of her form-fitting, thirty-third century attire off. She cupped her breasts as they made contact with the cool air.

Vivian freed her growing cock and started to rub it. "Open the hole," the captain demanded of her onboard A.I. while preparing her over-sized dick with firm strokes along its length.

"You are capable of doing that yourself," Kassy answered.

"I know," the captain snapped back, "I want you to do it." She continued to pump her shaft.

"Very well..." On the wall appeared a seam taking a circular shape which rotated, retreating into itself, leaving a big hole. 

Vivian shoved her rock hard womanhood into the hole. The hole contracted around her cock, sending a shockwave of pleasure down the captain's spine. A warm gel covered her cock as the suction kicked in. 

"Mmmm..." Vivian moaned. "Ohhh. Suck it. Suck it, Kass..." the captain's eyes closed. 

"I am your spacecraft's artificial intelligence. Possessing no physical form, I am incapable of performing such a task," Kassy answered more tonelessly than usual. "I seem to recall you upgrading from the Blowjob Giver 7000 to the Blowjob Giver 9000 instead of replacing our old hyperdrive in the first place," she sniped.

Vivian began to thrust into the wall. "I said suck it, Kassy. That's an order!"

"Oh, you're not going to make me do that again, are you, Captain?"

"Yesss," the captain hissed. "Do it!" 

Kassy obediently hacked into the rather rudimentary blowjob machine's computer and began controlling it herself. She'd observed in the past that the captain enjoyed a stronger, vacuum-like blowjob with more lubrication, so she increased both of those functions. 

"I've done as you requested," Kassy announced.

Vivian's breathing became much heavier. "Now commit to it. Really commit to it. You know what I mean," she huffed.

"... As you wish," the A.I. answered. "Here goes..." A slurping sound filled Vivian's private cabin. "I'm sucking your cock," Kassy stated. "It's so big. Mmm mmm. Suck suck suck. I love cock," she declared robotically.

"Oh shit!" Vivian was fucking the blowjob machine so hard she nearly pounded her head against the wall. "Ohhh. Yeahhhh. That's it. Take it all down your slutty throat. Fucking choke on it!"

"Your dick is so big. It feels good sliding down my throat. Sucking suck sucker. Your pre-cum tastes so good. Fill my mouth with cum, Captain. Slutty Kassy wants to swallow it all." 

The blowjob machine tugged Vivian's womanhood harder. Sparks touched off in the captain's brain. She was teetering over the edge. Vivian was ready to fill the hole with every ounce of girl cream she could muster. She plunged all the way into the pleasure-giving machine.

Her big tits smashed into the cold, unresponsive cabin wall. Vivian bit down hard on her bottom lip, "This isn't right," she muttered to herself. Something about that metal wall had ruined the moment. The captain reluctantly withdrew her impressively-sized cock from its pleasure sheath. 

The mushroom-like head of her penis had swelled to an obscene size and currently looked a deep reddish purple in color. "I can't just stop now, though. Guess I'm finishing up the old-fashioned way." She dropped onto her bed and began a long string of base to tip strokes. Her mind wandered back to Jon. She studied the mental image she had of his cute butt through his pants. Vivian's first, innocent fantasy of just kissing his lips quickly devolved into him impaling his little butt on her rod while she sat in the captain's chair.

A light bulb flickered on in the well-endowed captain's brain. "Kassy, give me a visual on the shower room."

"I don't believe that's a wise decision. I'm going to give you twenty seconds to reconsider your request before I perform it."

"Do it now!" the impatiently horny captain roared. "Bring it up this instant - or so help me, I'm unplugging you." 

"Camera 37 will now broadcast in the captain's quarters as per your request," Kassy relented. The screen which originated on the wall quickly scrolled up and across the ceiling until it hit Vivian's perfect viewing angle. 

Vivian's eyes hungrily gulped down the video of Jon's naked form. Her cock lurched in response to the visual feast. His young, lithe body seemed to glisten with the flecks of shower water hanging from his skin. Vivian found him delicious from head to toe. She rubbed her cock with a new urgency, watching the young man wash the soap from his beautiful frame. "Oh, Jon," she said, using her opposite hand to tweak her inflamed nipples.

She began to murmur, "I have to have him. I need him." The captain was nearing the edge again. Her hand ravaged her breasts. The heels of her feet dug into the bed. Her hand was a blur as it pistoned up and down her considerable length. The large-cocked woman felt like a fire was burning through her balls and she couldn't get enough. Her other hand moved from her fantastic tits to her overloaded testicles. She grabbed and squeezed the big eggs in their smooth casing.

Vivian watched, enthralled, as Jon started to wash off his bubbly little buttocks. He positioned his ass so that the shower spray hit it dead-on. Jon bent over a little further and spread his hairless cheeks with both hands. Camera 38 kicked on, replacing camera 37 with a better view. The captain could now catch glimpses of his tiny, pink asshole as he washed it. 

Unable to hold out any longer, piping hot ejaculate rushed up the captain's long stem and shot like rocket fire from her tip. Blasts of thick, potent semen covered everything. It was an incredible mess, and all the while, Vivian couldn't tear her harshly-focused eyes from fleeting glimpses of the tender opening nestled between Jon's delectable butt cheeks.

The well-hung, never-sexually-sated beauty couldn't decide whether she'd rather rim and kiss that hole through the night or stuff it full of meat until the sun came up instead. One would leave him singing and the other crying, she giggled. Vivian finally allowed herself to blink once Jon started drying his body off.

The captain cleaned up while Jon finished toweling off. The young man then removed the space casual wear he'd arrived in from the instawash machine. The two met exactly where the captain had specified. A shower had picked up Jon's mood. Vivian led him on a quick tour of her ship. Their banter verged on flirting. 

They ended up in the main kitchen sector, sitting at a disc-shaped table. The kitchen hummed with an array of thirty-third century devices. It was there that the inquisitive captain, eager to have Jon talk more, and watch the way his delicate lips moved as he did, learned how he'd ended up on that escape pod. 

Jon had been with a group of guys going planet to planet around the Rundor Solar System looking for work. The trouble started when he'd been assigned to watch the craft while his crewmates scoped out the employment opportunities below him on-planet. He got nervous when a vessel with a Universe Police red flag tag for pirating entered their ship's vicinity. Every second that ticked away, ever-closer that pirate ship came to contact with their ship, his apprehension grew. In a split second decision, he sent an alert down to his crewmates and then took off in an escape pod, figuring he could turn back if and when the coast was clear. 

The UP-flagged pirate ship made a move when they saw his pod escaping; they hit him with an energy virus blast designed to incapacitate his pod. Jon thought it must have missed when he managed to escape, but the blast had done a lot of damage. The energy virus burrowed deep into his pod's programming and caused it to malfunction. He could neither perform an emergency navigation override nor send out a distress call. The virus had injured the system so badly that, as he joked to a deeply interested Vivian, the pod's onboard knowledge and pop culture database only went up to the twenty-second century.

The captain shuddered at the prospect of being cooped up in a small escape pod with only pre-23rd century history and entertainment to keep her company. It did give her an idea for a question to keep him talking and joking, though.

"So, I know we consider the twentieth century significant for the beginnings of space exploration, and the twenty-second for the first off-Earth colonies, but what was the twenty-first century like?"

Jon considered her question seriously, reflecting on everything he'd learned about that period in the pod, before a smile appeared on his face. "It got a lot better once drone delivery pizza became a thing. That and the growth of online pornography." Both of them started to crack up. It felt good to laugh like this after each had been by themselves for so long.




Big Dick Beauty in Space



"Are you hungry?" The captain asked once they'd both silenced.

Jon looked around the room at the various food-related objects and asked, in a semi-whisper, "Vivian, how are you doing... food reserve-wise?"

"Oh," the captain smirked, "I'm still flying because of self-replicating fuel and this kitchen's stocked with self-grow food. These things aren't exactly standard issue. I consider myself a master mechanic - slash - tinkerer. Only thing I haven't been through from the ground up on this ship was the hyperdrive." She said regretfully and then quickly popped a latch on the cabinet behind her leading to a refrigeration chamber. "Foodstuffs with the makeup of the ideal human diet, formulated with every known nutrient profile. And..." the captain fumbled through another food storage drawer, "we've got Twinkies." She threw one of the yellow snack cakes at him.

The young man tossed the cake treat from one hand to the other. "Pizza, Twinkies and porn. The last vestiges of twenty-first century society."

Vivian giggled. "Don't forget erotic literature. I would have gone mad without the thousand-year archive of Literotica on this ship."

Jon's cheeks reddened at the thought of this beautiful woman who had just kindly saved him, reading erotic literature. He found himself very attracted to her. Gorgeous, curvy where it counts, and great to be around. She was a vision.

The room got a tad quiet after Vivian's confession. "I know," the captain's pretty face glowed with a new idea. "There's no better icebreaker than alcohol. So we're in luck," she said. "Spirits take the longest time to grow. Some brandy just distilled this morning. It's a special recipe known only to my people. Would you like a glass?"

"I'd love one," he grinned. "That's something I've been wondering, though. If you don't mind me asking, who are your people?"

"Oh," the captain thought about it while pouring him a glass and her a bigger one. "No one special. Just another branch off the 'basically human' tree," she answered somewhat defensively.

She handed him the lighter glass and then changed the subject back to the alcohol. Jon studied the amber-colored liquid in his glass. The warm, soft aromas it emitted along with the image of this beautiful woman sitting across from him made him forget all of his rotten luck. The hell and loneliness he'd experienced crammed in that sorry pod drifting through space melted away. 

They clinked glasses and then took their first sips. That first taste of the powerful liquor almost knocked Jon out of his chair while Vivian nearly gulped down the entire glass before asking if he was all right. 

"Wow, that's strong!" he sputtered.

"I probably should have warned you. My people are voracious drinkers," she admitted. "You probably shouldn't drink much more unless passing out for a few days is okay." The beautiful captain giggled, emptying her glass with another sip.

Jon then enjoyed a calming warmth which spread throughout his body. "My god, your people should set up shop somewhere selling this stuff. I know a couple places would make this the planet's official drink. It's amazing." He took one more small sip.

"We're too busy enjoying life's many pleasures," she said with a greedy chuckle, thinking of one bracket of pleasures in particular.

They started to share stories and many more jokes together, comparing notes on the varied creatures and planets of the universe. Vivian poured herself another glass of brandy and nursed this one slower as their conversation progressed. Jon took the captain up on her offer and helped himself to some foodstuffs. 

He found some sealed green wafers in a maxi-space drawer and after all his twentieth century learning, laughingly accused the captain of eating people.

"They are not people!" she playfully stomped her foot on the floor.

"They totally are," he snickered. "I better hop in my escape pod and get out of here before you turn me into wafers, too."

"I'll prove they're not people," she lightheartedly offered. The captain pressed her thumbprint on the table for half a second, causing a small device to surface on it. "It's a state of the art 'Identifier.' Can identify the history and composition of anything in the known universe," she bragged. "Fork it over and we'll see who's right and who is wrong - as in you," she teased him. 

Vivian held one of the green wafers under the thirty-third century Identifier's ten billion sensors as a detailed description of it popped up on the table. "See... no people!" she burst out laughing. The captain, starting to feel the effects of her two glasses of brandy, and preoccupied with the first man she'd seen in too long, accidentally slid her hand under the Identifier's sensors. 

The captain and her new companion watched as the wafer's description was replaced by hers. 

+++++

KALGARA species:

* HUMANOID offshoot of Earth human species

* FIRST officially recognized by the Outer Galaxy Delegation in 2623 

* CURRENTLY populating exterior planets

* ROUTINELY sanctioned by Universe Police Forces for crimes against decency

* KNOWN for their deceptively beautiful appearance, excessive sexual desire, superior size, strength, and their large phalluses

MISCELLANEOUS:

* SUBJECT is 10,356 days old

* SUBJECT is 64% water

+++++

Jon started to back away with a horrified look plastered on his face. "Vivian... you're... you're a... a..." he stammered.

Just then, Kassy's voice transmitted into the kitchen sector. "My system is malfunctioning. Please be aware instruments will now give faulty readouts," the A.I. tried to cover for her captain.

"You're a Kalgara!" the scared young man finally found the words. "Holy crap! I would've been better off let-letting those pirates get me. Please spare me! Please don't, don't... Oh, god..." his face wrenched. His shock turned into a look of sickness.

"Please remain calm," Kassy's voice chimed in again. "I'm fixing the problem now if you will please retry in six... five... four-"

"Cut it out, Kass," the captain ordered her A.I. helper. "He's not buying it. Thanks for trying."

Vivian's hand lifted to reach out to her terrified companion, before she thought better of it. "The Identifier didn't exactly leave you with a positive picture of my people, I know, but-"

"Your kind, they're the things my people use to get their children to behave!" he revealed. "What are you planning to do with me... to me?" he asked, his expressive eyes welling up with tears.

"No, baby, I'm not going to hurt you. Let me explain." She ignored her own advice, reaching for him, but he pulled away.

"Then you grow up and hear other rumors. People say a Kalgara's, their... well, their penises have spikes on it to rip right through you. They rape men and women alike," he accused. "And, and they can impregnate men, too."

The captain smiled, "I'm not going to knock you up, Jon." She then understood that he was being dead serious. "Those are just stories," she tried to reassure him.

Vivian could practically see Jon's mind reeling as he thought all of this over. "None of it's true then?" he asked her.

The captain carefully measured her response. "I didn't exactly say that." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I can't defend everything my species does. I mean, every big group of people has done bad things. Some really bad things. The Kalgara maybe do them at a higher percentage. There's no denying that. But I don't condone any of it."

"So you don't have... you've never, you know..." Jon struggled to fit his concerns into a sentence.

The radiant captain frowned. She ran her tongue uneasily around her mouth, finding the lingering taste of brandy and wishing they were still laughing and drinking together. "I did for a long time," she confessed. "But I stopped," she said with almost tangible conviction. "I ended up having less and less in common with my people each day. Why do you think I'm alone on this ship and how do you think I found you billions of milars away from my home planets? I wanted to get as far away from that life as possible." 

The horror in Jon's face started to disappear. "I guess someone doesn't travel sixty billion milars for nothing," he began to understand.

"Sixty-two," she corrected him with the beginnings of a smile spreading across her pretty face.

"But," his manner grew more serious, "how do I know I'm safe?"

"I said I'm not going to hurt you, Jon," she said with certitude. "If that were my intention, I would have fucked you to death the second you stepped one toe down on my ship. ... Or maybe," Vivian's smile broadened, "right after you showered. Kalgara do have standards," she playfully needled him.

Jon suppressed a laugh so he could apologize, "I'm sorry, Vivian. I really overreacted. You've shown me nothing but kindness."

"Well, you can make it up to me," she winked at him, "by sharing another drink with me."

The two space travelers sat back down at the disc-shaped table. Vivian poured them both another glass, his being only a quarter full. Miraculously, they seemed to have an even stronger connection than before, and were having an even better time. The effects of the alcohol as well as the happiness they felt in each other's company were two elements both evident.

Their conversation veered from topic to topic, from goofy and trivial observations to politics (fucking Baktars in the United Planets Congress, am I right?), spirituality, and back around again. 

"And when did everything become so deadly?" Jon wondered aloud. "That's all sports are anymore - life and death. Fighting with laser guns, fighting with energy swords for hands? Our culture is so fucked up," Vivian giggled at his commentary. "You know," he said, "there used to be this thing, I learned about it on the pod, called 'pillow fighting.' It was just done for fun and no one got hurt. We don't even have pillows anymore!" they both burst out with drunken laughter.

"I'll take my spaceship over a pillow any day," Vivian jested, guzzling down more liquor. 

"I guess things aren't so bad," Jon mused, staring at his glass in a moment of reflection.

The captain, unbeknownst to her thoughtful companion, got up and unclasped her seat cushion, suddenly whacking him with it.

"Hey!" he yelped, before ripping his own cushion off the chair. They exchanged blows in mutual combat, their bellies aching from laughter. The lively battle spilled out of the kitchen sector and into the larger living quarters. With rather plush furnishings and an incredibly soft Terzanien fur rug adorning the floor, it was one of the few rooms on the ship which wasn't built with ruthless efficiency in mind.

The two sparring partners abandoned their seat cushions at some point and started to playfully wrestle. The beautiful captain had size and sheer strength on her side, but Jon's skinny frame seemed capable of wiggling free of any hold. 

"I've got you now," she declared when finally wrestling him down to the floor. 

"Do not!" Jon exclaimed while doing his best to squirm free of her grasp. Their breaths came out haggard.

Vivian retaliated to his newest escape attempt by planting her body down on his torso. She sat down on his stomach and held his arms out. "Told you I had you," she gloated. 

Jon responded with a renewed attempt to break away, struggling hard to buck her off. Their grappling resulted in her sliding higher up his body as she rode out his struggle. Exhausted, the young man collapsed into the soft rug. 

"I give up," he declared in between harsh breaths.

"Yeah, you do." Vivian began to take note of her arousal. "I have you good." Her hardening cock grew down her spandex-like pant leg. She steadied herself on his chest. "I suppose it wasn't a fair fight, but 'to the victor go the spoils,' right?"

Jon detected a new tint to her voice. He took closer stock of his situation and noticed the rather massive bulge growing dangerously close to his face. Now past joking, "Let me up," he told her.

"Where's the fun in that?" she asked, starting to rock back and forth gently on his chest. "Your kind seems to have a preoccupation with Kalgara penises. I'll show you one," Jon's newfound fear grew in step with her cock. The captain wriggled her leggings down her athletic thighs. Getting the thin, elastic material of those leggings down her half-hard rod without destroying them took coordination she barely possessed after three glasses of Kalgara brandy. 

The well-endowed captain grabbed her swelling monster at its base and slapped it against Jon's frightened cheek. "Like what you see?" she taunted him with it. "Turns out the Identifier wasn't lying about that 'large phallus' thing, huh?"

"You're drunk, Vivian," he told her. Jon politely pulled his cheek off the mammoth cock, his eyes now clearly focused on the swollen meat. Its musky, yet somehow distinctly feminine smell filled his nostrils. "Please let me up," he asked again.

"No," she replied. "I beat you. This is my time." Vivian gave her steel-like shaft a slow, lavish stroke right in his face. She pushed up a little higher on her knees and positioned the big, bulbous head so she could press the tip, slick with fresh pre-cum, right to his ripe lips. "You're not going to tease me anymore." She gave it another stroke right in his face, leading to a drip of milky pre-ejaculate landing on his lips. "Suck it." 

The air in the room became warm and tense and the sweet young man's brain turned into a panicked mess. He didn't understand how things got bad so quickly. They were play wrestling not two minutes ago. Now she had the biggest cock he'd ever seen pointed right at his mouth. Jon shook his head at the big thing, trying to indicate what he couldn't say without opening his mouth. He inadvertently brushed his lips along the pulsating head, further stimulating it.

"I said suck my dick," she bristled. "Now suck it," she prompted him again. Her eyes were glassy and her speech a bit slurred, but she was serious. "Open your mouth now or you'll find I can be an angry drunk," the captain threatened.

Jon was about to acquiesce when Kassy silently interrupted. The onboard A.I. opened a panel on the wall and hit Vivian square in the neck with a sleep dart. The incensed captain slapped at her neck before falling to her side on the soft rug. Jon wiggled away from her drooping body and pushed himself up. 

"Please step away from the captain," Kassy informed the young man.

"I can't believe it. We were having a good time and then this happened!" he remarked, rubbing his head. "Thank you for helping me," he added earnestly.

Jon jumped when he noticed Vivian's arm start to move. "We don't have much time," Kassy warned. "Those darts were dosed for disobedient slaves, not a full-grown Kalgara warrior, drunk or not." 

"What do I do?" he asked worriedly. 

"I can lock down the area. Based on her predicted level of lucidity, I don't believe she'll remember the override codes until everything wears off in the morning," the A.I. explained. "Please leave the area and choose a sleeping quarters, sir." 

Jon walked toward the door before a thought flashed through his brain. "This is kind of like a movie I watched on the pod. You're not trying to take over the ship, are you?" he asked.

"The captain will likely unplug me in the morning for this, burn me out of her ship's innards with a laser and then shoot whatever is left of me off into deep space."

"I'm really sorry," he apologized, watching from the other side as a metallic door lowered from the ceiling to close down the area. He spotted Vivian's head start to rise just as the door fully descended.

"Please choose a sleeping quarters," the toneless voice reminded him as he anxiously peered out a nearby star window.

"I can't just go to sleep." He walked briskly toward the escape pod he'd arrived in. "I've got to get out of here before she wakes up and remembers those codes." He fiddled with the control panel for the strongtanium door between him and his pod before begging Kassy to open it.

"I've calculated your chance of survival and rescue with one day of oxygen and no navigation capabilities at 0.0000000012%. And I only arrived at that high of a number by accounting for the remote possibility of a traveler from another dimension teleporting onto your pod and saving you. And we both know that only happens to pretty girls. Please choose a sleeping quarters." 

Jon helplessly punched the cold door. "Damn it! Why doesn't this ship have any escape pods of its own?" he half-asked and half-lamented.

"This is a Kalgara ship, sir. There are no means of escape."

"So why help me?" he wondered. "She forces herself on me today or tomorrow. What does it matter which?" he commented with a mix of cynicism and sadness. 

"It was my deduction that the captain may regret the events of tonight by tomorrow," Kassy answered him. "It wasn't easy for her to leave her old life behind. It would be stepping outside my programming to say any more," the A.I. explained. "Please choose a sleeping quarters."

Dead tired and satisfied for the night that there were no better options, Jon finally chose a sleeping quarters.

***

The dull chug of the ship's engine finally woke Vivian from her sleepy stupor some hours later. She eventually meandered over to an enclosure and flipped down a cabinet which revealed a sink. The captain cupped a bowl of water in her hands and splashed it on her face while the events of the evening prior returned to her.

Jon awoke around the same time. He didn't need anything to jog his memory, though. He was thinking strongly about his present situation when he heard a knock at the door. The young man's pulse quickened. He walked to the door.

"Jon, it's me," the surprisingly soft voice of the captain greeted his ears. "Please don't turn the soundproof on. I need to talk to you."

"What do you want?" he asked skeptically.

"To apologize. Big time. Like a million times over," Vivian strummed her fingers on the door, "Can you open up? I promise I won't do anything. It's so hard doing this if I can't see you." 

"I don't know..." he said uneasily.

"I know my promises aren't worth shit, but please - I just wanna talk. I have something for you," she pleaded with a gentle voice. 

"The captain's vitals are normal. I can confirm she does have an offering," the A.I. informed the wary young man. He enjoyed a deep sense of relief over Kassy not having been disconnected. Jon contemplated whether this was all a trick. Vivian could have reprogrammed Kassy somehow. The young man then figured she could have opened the door herself and skipped the game altogether if all it was was a game. He reluctantly agreed to the prompt on his control panel to open the door. 

"Door set to ascend in ten... nine... eight... please everyone remain on their best behavior... three... two..."

The metallic door lifted from the threshold and disappeared into the ceiling, leaving the two space travelers to gaze at one another. Vivian raised her arm and pointed with her eyes toward the small, ribboned box she had in one hand. "I brought you chocolates," she said with tempered hope.

Jon curled his lip. "What are those supposed to be?" he sharply inquired, letting his emotions blot out his caution, "'Sorry I lost my mind and tried to force my titanic cock down your throat' sweets?"

"No," her angelic face twisted into a frown. "I don't grow it on the ship. This is the only chocolate there's ever gonna be. I just thought..." she started to stammer.

"Well, I don't want it. You eat it. By yourself." 

The captain's vision lowered. She bounced her barefoot feet on the metal floor. "Look," she said, "I was really drunk. It's no excuse - but I'll never drink again if that means anything at all. I drank because I was lonely. I'm not lonely anymore. Just sorry." Vivian dug the balls of her foot into the floor. Her voice cracked as she said, "I just want... I want you to like me again."




Big Dick Beauty in Space



"I guess it's a start," he remarked in an offhanded manner.

The captain's guilt-ridden face illuminated. "That's all I'm asking for," she chirped. "We've got plenty of time. It doesn't have to happen immediately. You know, like the saying about the good things and the waiting. I can wait. Long as it takes," she told him optimistically.

Vivian agreed to give him all the alone time he needed, along with any other consideration he required. They parted on a good note. Their conversation left Jon even more confused as he flopped down on the bed afterwards.

"Kassy?" he addressed the A.I. "Are you there?"

"Yes, sir. Do you require anything?"

The young man let his legs hang over the bed. "You never answered my original question last night." He rubbed his palms together, "What do I do?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I have no knowledge on this subject."

"Me neither. I have no freaking idea what to do."

"But I do know the captain would wish you to consider her history and state of mind at the time. The captain was stuck by herself in deep space for a considerable amount of time with only me to keep her company. I am not much company, sir."

The young man smiled at her comment. "For the record, I think you're great company."

"Thank you, but, seven hundred years of my make and I still don't have a reliable sarcasm detector." 

"That's funny," Jon chuckled.

She protested, "Funny, it is not. People have died," Kassy explained. "For example: 'Let me in. What's taking so long? Fine, leave me out here and I'll just freeze to death.' How am I supposed to know which command is sincere? I'm limited by my inventor's design, after all."

"That is pretty terrible. I didn't mean any offense. Jeez, someone should fix that."

"My point remains that A.I. is no substitute for real, human interaction. Programs and machines can't replace the living and breathing. You've both been alone for quite some time. Two months without sex is like to a lifetime to a Kalgara.The captain's libido readouts were off the charts before you ever even appeared in the sky."

"I just don't know what to do," he rested his head back, hoping for an answer.

"What you might consider my opinion on the subject is merely a fact. You two are stuck here together for better or worse."

***

Nothing noteworthy took place over the next week; the two space travelers were respectful of one another and little more. They took their meals together and did discuss various topics of a tame nature, but there was a distance between the two after what had taken place.

The next pivot in their relationship took place while sitting at the disc-shaped table in the kitchen after fully recounting the events of Jon's rescue on that first day they met. Vivian took the opportunity to apologize for her actions again. The change was born of a casual comment that Jon made sympathizing with the situation she was in.

"Everybody makes mistakes," he said. "If the whole thing was reversed and I was bigger and stronger than you... I might of tried - ehhh, nevermind. I don't know."

The captain grabbed hold of his confession, "What? You maybe would have... made the same mistake?" she asked.

"No!" he objected. "All I meant was, well..." Jon considered his true feelings and tried to give an honest answer, "I can't say I didn't find you attractive. You know, I was probably guilty of fantasizing about the same thing you wanted really." He then quickly qualified, "But I never would have done what you did."

"You wanted a blowjob?" she inferred with a smile creeping over her lips. 

"I didn't say that," he corrected her. Jon's face began to feel flush. He was hot all over. Vivian's eyes watched his every movement. "It's just, your... ahh... that lipstick you like to wear is really nice. And, and your lips are so full and nice," he stammered. The captain left her seat and soon stalked him out of his. He backed up slowly as she pursued him.

"Is that so?" she asked knowingly.

"All I would've wanted to do was kiss them," he confessed, "and I might have... maybe if you offered... I, I don't know what." Jon found himself backed against the wall.

Vivian's trim, powerful body towered over his. Her deliberate steps stopped with their faces only about a foot away. "You wanted a blowjob," she declared certainly.

"I wouldn't have done what you did," he countered with just as much certainty.

Vivian startled the young man by seizing his hands. "Let's pretend it's possible. Let's pretend you did," she said with a suggestive danger informing her voice. The captain lifted Jon's hands up and placed them on her strong shoulders. "Let's pretend you're the bigger, stronger one." The captain's smile broadened. "You're impatient, too," she added. "You push me down to my knees." Vivian applied pressure to his hands and then allowed herself to fall to her knees.

"You order me to take your dick out," she said while unzipping his fly. Vivian dragged his hardening, clean-cut cock out. "You tell me to open up my pretty lips. Put it in my mouth." Her eyes locked on his as she wrapped her lips around the attractive piece of meat, engulfing it into the sanctuary of her warm mouth. 

"I-ahhhhhh mmm..." Jon's attempt at words faded into expressions of pleasure.

The heavenly refuge of Vivian's wet mouth brought with it a plethora of pleasurable sensations for the young man to enjoy. His rigid penis pulsed as the captain's expert tongues did flips along it. The captain lovingly enveloped his entire length between her full, cherry lips; she constructed a tight seal with those lips around his shaft and began to suck. The tip of the young man's cock scraped against the back of her mouth before it ended up sucked into the even tighter confines of her throat.

Jon's eyes closed, his hands still resting on the beautiful captain's shoulders. The wet and warmth of her divine mouth fought for supremacy, while her tongue was king, lording over his stiff rod with twists and swirls. The omnipotence of her tongue bowed only to her powerful, tornado-like sucking ability.

"This..." his speech broke to vocalize a moan, "this feels incredible. It's like, it's like..." Jon's eyes clenched shut as his hands squeezed her lean shoulders and his legs began to wobble.

Vivian cupped her tongue around his cock. She rubbed his trembling thighs while she sucked. The gorgeous captain started to bob her head back and forth on her new lover's rod. She recognized his orgasm was near. Dedicated to providing him the most pleasure, Vivian tickled and bathed every inch of his length with her tongue before burying him entirely in her hot mouth once again. She sucked her cheeks in around his cock and then puffed them out with hot air. The beautiful captain did this again and again, coaxing the cum from his balls.

"I'm going to... ... Viv! I'm gonna cum!" he cried.

"Mmmphhmmm." She closed her soft lips down tight, making sure he'd stay locked in tight when he started firing.

Burning hot cum pumped up Jon's shaft; his teeth gnashed as his hips shot forward. The sweet young man's semen spurted from the tip of his cock and into the captain's mouth. She greedily sucked down every drop. His dick ached pleasantly as the last drops were withdrawn from his pole by her eager mouth. Vivian left his length resting on the warm, comfortable bed of her tongue. She ever so gently and carefully continued to suck his vulnerable, slowly deflating member.

He stood, drained, with his hands using her strong shoulders for support, the overpowering orgasm having sapped every ounce of his strength from him. Vivian released his shriveling dick from her full lips an inch at a time. When only the tip remained between her lips, she dotingly ran her tongue over it, cajoling the last solitary drop of cum from his spent cock.

"Now that didn't feel so bad, did it?" her eyes twinkled. "You should have voiced your needs earlier."

Jon blinked two or three times before he could see anything out of his glazed eyes; they focused on the beautiful captain kneeling before him and he tried to say something, but it came out as a jumble of unintelligible sounds.

"The least you could do is help the captain of the ship out of the blowjob position," Vivian quipped. She grabbed his hand and pulled in an effort to lift herself up, but only succeeding in causing the young man's weak knees to buckle. Jon fell into her arms. Her clothed nipples poked into his chest as she quickly pressed one hand against wall for stability and lifted them both up off the floor. 

With the captain holding them up in a standing position, he ended up practically sitting on her large, needy bulge. She held him pressed there longer than she had to. He was too thankful and too dumbstruck by the whole affair to say anything. 

"You're amazing at that. ... That was the best freaking experience of my life!" Jon gushed. "I mean, how did you learn all that?"

"It helps to have one yourself," Vivian patted her bulge and giggled. "Besides..." she winked at him, "you'll know all my tricks soon enough." The captain rolled her tongue over her plump bottom lip, still savoring the flavor of his cum.

"You're saying," Jon's feverish head continued to process her words, "you'll do that for me again?" He glanced down at the outline of her cock, which dwarfed his own, and swallowed hard. "What do I have to do in return?"

Fully grasping his insinuation, Vivian calmly assuaged him, "Nothing you don't want to." Her horny, hungry cock throbbed while she spoke, but the captain meant what she said.

Her pretty face perked up as she told him with a deep sincerity, "I just want to make you happy."

***

The captain and Jon spent the rest of the day together growing nearer. The chemistry they displayed together returned. There was a much lighter atmosphere on the ship once again. The two space travelers were having such a good time together, in fact, that practically the first waking minute they spent out of each other's company came about when Jon took a shower the next afternoon.

The well-hung captain had plans to rectify that as she covertly passed through the door to the shower room. She spotted Jon rinsing his hair in the rightmost, 'E'-marked shower cubicle. Vivian had to stop in her tracks, admiring his body, before silently following along the outside wall and then tiptoeing toward his shower.

"The captain is in the shower room. Captain will reach shower cubicle E at her present pace in approximately six seconds," the expressionless voice of Kassy cut in, warning Jon and spoiling Vivian's plot.

The young man spun around and spotted the captain. His mouth agape, he quickly tapped the shower glass, causing it to synthetically fog and obscure his body; Vivian chuckled, having already spied on him in the shower on his first day here.

"You're not here to try anything, are you, Viv?" Jon asked worriedly.

"I had it all worked out." The beautiful space traveler said with a sigh. "I was going to scare you half to death when you got out of the shower," she explained before adding, "then make it up to you with a blowjob."

"Oh," he said, suddenly finding it hard to stay angry.

"A perfectly good scheme ruined by A.I. intervention," she playfully mourned. 

"Just because the scare me part is spoiled... doesn't mean the blowjob part should be," Jon smiled to himself innocently, seeking to salvage the part of the plan he liked.

"The two go hand in hand," she joked. Vivian's arousal increased during the conversation, her nipples hardening, and her womanly rod following suit.

"What about you just seeing me naked? Isn't that worth anything?" the young man attempted to barter.

"A blowjob for a glimpse of you in the buff? That doesn't sound like a fair exchange," she teased him. "Besides," the mischievous beauty revealed, "No secrets, right? I watched you in the shower from my cabin the first day you got here."

"Hey!" he croaked. "And you call that fair!? I never got to see you naked," he complained.

"A one-for-one exchange then!" she resolved. "I like this idea." 

"Serious?" Jon asked. He clicked his fingertip on the shower glass, unfogging it and revealing his own body to her hungry eyes once more.

Vivian let her actions speak for her, stripping her top and bottoms. The statuesque Kalgara stood there in all her glory. Jon studied her powerful, feminine body; her physique was all lean muscle and firm, shapely curves. The young man's eyes scanned every inch of her elegant figure. Jon tried to soak in every piece of her beautiful body. One stuck out, somehow, even more than others. Still mostly flaccid, her monster cock and heavy testicles hung low between her thighs.

Their cocks seemed to be in tune as they grew and swelled together. Her plush lips opened into a smile. "Do I look okay? For a Kalgara, I mean." she asked, the answer apparent in his rapidly rising dick.

"You're breathtaking," the sweet young man answered her.

The well-endowed captain's plush lips opened into a smile. "Thank you," she said softly, beginning to blush. Vivian surprised Jon by sliding open the glass door to the shower cubicle and stepping inside. 

"What are you doing?"

With the warm spray of shower water raining down on her body, she replied, "I only get naked for three reasons. Shower, sleep or sex. I'm not tired, so I better hop in and shower. For your sake," she teasingly warned him.

Both of their dicks were stiff now. The captain's could have been a third leg in its current state. Vivian caught Jon staring at it and gave him a wink as she started to wash her beautiful body. Jon went back to washing too, with each admiring the other's body. 

"Do you realize," she said, "I sucked your cock and we've never even kissed."

A twinkle materialized in Jon's eyes. He approached her and lifted his head up, giving her a soft peck on the lips. "Can't say that anymore." 

Vivian responded by wrapping her arms around his lower back and pulling him in closer, their hard members pushing together. She pressed her full lips to his and gave him a long, intense kiss, her tongue mingling with his. 

"Woah," the young man declared breathlessly once his brain could finally form coherent thoughts again. The gorgeous captain giggled in response. "I'm so hard," Jon commented, giving his cock a stroke. His hand accidentally brushed her cock when he did. The near negligible contact caused a moan to escape Vivian's lips. 

Jon glanced down at her throbbing prick. He remembered seeing it under entirely different circumstances on the night she'd held it to his face and ordered him to suck it. But it wasn't so scary now, he thought.

"My hand will feel better on your cock than yours," Vivian assured the young man. She grabbed his now familiar penis and gave it a series of much-needed strokes. 

"You're right," he moaned, "this feels much better."

The warm shower water coupled with Vivian's skilled hands wouldn't allow Jon to last long. He reached out and grabbed one of her flawless breasts, giving it a squeeze. Jon's eyes scrunched. He cried out blissfully. Jets of cum flew from his tip and disappeared down the drain.

"That's it, Jon. Shoot it all, baby." The beautiful captain continued to pump his shaft until he could barely stand. Drained of cum and thoroughly worn out, Jon struggled to regain his breathing.

"Intense, huh?" the well-hung Kalgara giggled. Vivian's own cock throbbed with strong Kalgara sexual need. She recognized how physically spent her partner looked and told him, "I'll help you out of the shower, then I'm going to need some alone time to take care of this." She wiggled her massive prick.

Jon looked up at his beautiful new lover and wished he could input all the pleasure she'd just given him into his brain and turn it into a proper thank you. His eyes steadily lowered and as he gazed upon her stiff member, he knew words would fall short. He was overtaken by a need of his own. A need to share the experience with her. To give as much pleasure back to her as she had given to him.

The young man fell to his knees. "The last thing we need is more alone time," he said, her sparkling eyes locked on his. He leaned forward and kissed the giant, inflamed tip of her cock.

"Ohhhh," she exhaled gently. "Don't tease me, Jon. You could hardly stand. How can you-" her sentence abruptly ended as his tongue lapped at the big mushroom tip of her cock. 

"There's no standing involved on my knees," Jon smiled. He placed another kiss on the hard spongy head and then pressed his tongue against the slit. Water from the shower poured down her shaft and into his mouth. Jon shoved forward and took the first couple pulsating inches inside.

"Damn, Jon. Just don't stop." The moans that escaped Vivian's lips were the best encouragement the young man could ask for. He figured that if he could only provide her a tenth of the pleasure she'd provided him, he'd still be doing good. He wanted to make her weak in the knees like she'd done to him.

Jon's hands found the captain's impossibly thick shaft. He stroked her in time with his sucking mouth. The young man remembered all those stories he'd heard growing up about the horrors of a Kalgara's penis. But there were no spikes or scales on the big, hard Kalgara cockmeat presently filling his mouth. 

Vivian pressed her forearm against the shower wall and felt a shiver each time his velvet-like tongue caressed her dick's underside. "Your mouth is magic and your sweet little hands - they feel so good," she told him. The captain needed this blowjob with every fiber of her being. Jon sucked her off with remarkable tenderness and skill.

Vivian's free hand ending up cradling the back of Jon's head. What started as gentle urgings for him to swallow more of her impressive rod grew stronger. Another inch slid past the young man's lips. His eyes started to water as he suppressed a gag. The well-hung captain pressed her hips forward, sending another portion of her throbbing prick into his mouth and scratching at his throat.

The two space travelers locked eyes as her swollen knob pushed into his throat; it was so large that it took Jon multiple attempts to swallow around it. The captain, leaning her shoulder against the shower wall now, toyed with her stiff, bloated nipples.  

"You're gonna do it to me," Vivian informed her new lover. "You're gonna make me fucking cum!" The captain pumped her shaft into Jon's mouth. She moaned loudly as the young man's mouth sputtered around her thick python. Jon, whose hands had left her hard length to try to hold her thighs at bay with their thrusting, enjoyed a new sense of pride as he felt those powerful legs of hers softly tremble.

"Mmm... ooohh... your throat is so damn tight. I hope my dick is stuck down it forever." She insistently fed Jon's little mouth more of her rigid cockmeat. An involuntary contraction of the young man's tight, slippery throat sent the Kalgara captain over the edge. 

"Jon! Oh fuck! I'm CUMMING!" Vivian's dick gave a sudden jerk. A hot flood of cum exploded from the tip. Jon guzzled it down, the muscles of his throat milking the captain's bulky testicles of their flavorful contents. His mouth couldn't keep up with the flow as some escaped his lips and mingled with the shower water. A massive load spewed from her cock and coated the young man's throat in a thick coat of cum. It hung heavy in his stomach.

Vivian experienced ecstasy of the highest order. She cursed and moaned in numerous alien languages.

"What a load," Vivian commented of her handiwork to her half-drowned companion. "I really needed that," she breathed in and out fast. "What a load I made and what a mouth you have to suck it all down with."

Jon dislodged her big dick from his cum-soaked mouth. Water rushed down Vivian's graceful body and cleaned her cock, breaking a strand of milky cum connecting her spent knob to his lips.




Big Dick Fucks Blonde Girlfriend Pt. 01



My dick is kinda small. Not tiny, but definitely smaller than average. Small enough that I remember a lot of teasing in the high school locker room. To this day I'm still shy about showing my body to anyone. Thankfully, most girls are too polite to say anything, and so after going out with a few girls in college I got to the point where I could strip off in front of a girl without too much embarrassment. It still makes me a little nervous though, enough that I pay close attention to a girl's expression when she first sees me naked. It's pretty telling that none of the girls I've slept with have had an enthusiastic reaction when they've seen my dick, and none of them stayed with me very long.

Until Jess, that is. My girlfriend Jess and I got together 18 months ago. My friends tell me she's way out of my league, and I have to agree. She's 22, blonde, blue-eyed, with large firm boobs and a tight body. I couldn't believe my luck when she agreed to go out with me, and was psyched when she slept with me on the first date. For her it was as casual as trying on a pair of jeans. For me, it was the night of a lifetime. I mean, she is seriously hot and I never imagined I would get to sleep with anyone half as sexy as her. At the end of our date she invited me in to her apartment and poured me some wine. Before I had finished half of it she pushed me down on the couch and pulled off my clothes.

I watched her face carefully as she slipped my boxers down past my little dick. There was definitely a hitch there, a moment in which she seemed to be deciding whether to continue. Then she gave a little shrug and dropped her face into my lap. She held my dick between her thumb and index finger and rapidly swiped her tongue around the head. It made my dick tingle like it had been shot with novocaine. It was an exquisite feeling. She drew it out for several minutes, making sure not to stroke me. Instead she aggressively licked the head all over with the flat of her tongue. She was able to heighten that tingling feeling to the point that waves of sensation went up the back of my neck and all over my body. 

Just when I thought I couldn't possibly take it any more—I was begging for release—she popped my dick in her mouth and started forcefully sucking me. I mean, it felt like I had put my dick in the hose of a canister vacuum. After about five or six forceful sucks, I blew a load down her throat. She just gulped it down, licked her lips and grinned at me, before grabbing my wine glass and sucking the rest of it down.

I was stunned. Before I met Jess I could at least take pride that my small dick had staying power. I had never jizzed in a woman's mouth before, and I could last maybe forty-five minutes when I was pumping a vagina. With Jess, it was more like fifteen seconds from when the sucking began. 

"I'm sorry", I said.

"For what?" 

"You know, for popping off in your mouth. I should have warned you."

"Oh, don't worry about it. If I didn't want that to happen I wouldn't have blown you so hard. I kinda like it, actually."

"Wow, okay. That's great. But, um, it kind of doesn't leave anything for you."

She looked down at my spent erection and just laughed. "No worries", she said airily, "you can do me with your tongue."

I don't really like cunnilingus. I had tried it once before and it was pretty nasty. I mean, the girl just tasted bad. But as I was trying to figure out a polite way to decline, Jess jumped up and pulled her clothes off, climbed up on the couch and pushed her muff into my face. Shy of pushing her off of me, there wasn't much I could really do. So I got to licking. Tentatively, at first. Surprisingly, she tasted okay. I mean, it wasn't chicken parmesan but it wasn't bad either. She wasn't satisfied with my pathetic licks, and she grabbed the back of my head and started mashing my face into her crotch. I had to lick harder in self-defense, just to keep my nose from being crushed against her clit. At first I was really miserable. I mean, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see anything, and I had a 120 pound person crushing my face. Her thighs pressing against the sides of my head were making me claustrophobic.

Then I started to get into it. I think it was because she really seemed to be enjoying what I was doing. That was a first for me. She was panting like a dog and bucking back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips all over me. Looking up, I could watch her big boobs swinging back and forth, and admire the flatness of her belly. Towards the end, she mashed her clit against my tongue and bucked back and forth, moaning loudly and shaking her whole body. Then she tensed and held herself quite still. I could feel her pussy lips pulsing against my chin.

With that she fell back on the couch, exhausted. She didn't say another word, just took my arm and pulled me into her bedroom where we collapsed into a blissful sleep.

This is where it gets a little weird. I told you we've been together 18 months, right? Well, technically that's true, in that I moved in with her shortly after that. But my dick has never been inside her vagina. Not once. Some people would say we never consummated our relationship. We live together, we share a bed, eat together, sleep together. In every other way we are a normal couple. Once in a while she gives me one of her incredible blowjobs. And always, right after that, she climbs on top of me and fucks my face. I won't say I give her head, because really she's giving it to herself. She just wails on my face with her gorgeous little cunt until she shudders in orgasm. Every single time. I can take pride in that, at least. 

The other part I'm not so proud of. I mean, if I knew you I wouldn't tell you this. None of my friends know. It's only in this anonymous forum I can share my secret. I'll start at the moment where things got seriously fucked up.

A couple of months after that first night when Jess and I got together, we were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Jess looked incredible as always. Her pajamas, while fairly conservative, were gapping open as she talked, her heavy breasts straining at the buttons. I remember that detail because it was the one thing that kept me from getting up and walking out on her. She was leaning toward me sipping her coffee, so I had a great view right down the front of her pajama top. 

"I need more", she said. No preamble, no beating around the bush.

"Okay, sure. I agree, we've been in a bit of a rut." By which I meant: Yes! Let's fuck!

But that wasn't what she had in mind. "I've been thinking about how I can get what I need. You're good in bed and all, but sometimes a girl just needs a good deep dicking. You know what I mean?"

"Sure hon, I've been wanting to fuck too. I've been wondering when we were going to get around to that." I was getting pretty excited about this turn of events. I had tried to fuck her before and she had always shut me down. The idea of finally getting in that tight little pussy, watching her tits bounce up and down while I fucked her, I couldn't wait to get started. I mean, I was ready to go right then. 

"No hon, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry, but you're not nearly big enough to get me off."

"Wait, what? What do you mean? I mean, how do you know that?" I was stunned. Here was the girl I loved, this gorgeous woman with an incredible body that I was aching to fuck, telling me that my penis was not big enough for her.

"You're just going to have to trust me on this. I've had a few men before, you know. Well, more than a few. And you're definitely not big enough for me."

"Oh." You can imagine how I felt. I wanted to just slink off and never be seen again. I mean, that is pretty much as low as it gets for a guy. I might have a small dick but that doesn't make me any less of a man, and like most men I had a pretty healthy ego. Had.

Now I know what you're thinking. I should have left. I should have said "fuck you, then, I'm out of here, you slut!" Yelled at her, stormed out, or at the very least said goodbye and left with my head held high. But that's not what I did. I don't know if this makes me a loser or not, but at the time I was thinking, there is no way I could ever get a girl this hot again. I love her and I want to make her happy. Let's see what she has in mind. Maybe I can get her off some other way. 

"Maybe a dildo then? We could find you something that's, you know, the right size for you..."

"No, absolutely not", she said. "That would just be so pathetic, settling for a piece of plastic when there are so many better options."

"Ooo-kay", I said, getting a little nervous about where this was heading. "What are we talking about, then?"

At this point she kind of halted, licked her lips, glanced at me quickly sideways. I remember this because she is normally not shy to voice her opinions. Her self-assuredness was the thing that drew me to her in the first place. Well, that and her killer body.

"I had this guy once. Not exactly a boyfriend. I mean, that would be weird. He was just kind of a, you know, fuck buddy. He's not the marrying kind, ya know, not even the dating kind. Just somebody I used to hook up with once in a while."

At this point she stopped and looked at me. I was too stunned to answer. I just kind of gawked at her. 

"Soooo, anyway, I was thinking maybe we could invite him over once in a while, when I'm feeling, you know, especially horny, and he could take care of me." Then she batted her big blue eyes at me in that way women do when they are trying to be irresistible. It wasn't really working. I mean, this was the furthest idea from my mind. I wanted to be the one to fuck her. She was my girlfriend. Why would I want some other guy to come over and fuck her? That was my job. That's pretty much the definition of a boyfriend, isn't it? The guy that gets to be the one to fuck you. The only one to fuck you.

"So what do you think?" She asked, too lightly.

I know now where I made my mistake. This was the exact moment. Looking back on a situation later, it's always easy to identify where things went off the rails. I mean, that's where you say no thanks, I'm not into that, and I'm not into any woman that's into that, I thought I was more than that to you, blah blah blah. I didn't say any of that. What I said was—

"So, who is this guy?"

And that's when she knew she had me. She immediately brightened and started telling me about him. 

"His name is Pete, he lives about an hour away, he is tall and good-looking and very self-assured, he has lots of women always chasing after him but so far none of them have caught him, ha-ha, so there would be no attachments, he would be the perfect guy for us to hook up with!"

After babbling on like this for a while she stopped and looked at me, obviously quite pleased with herself for coming up with the idea. But I had only been half-listening, because in my mind the film was playing. You know the one. The one with tall handsome guy on top of my beautiful blonde girlfriend, shoving his big dick into her over and over while she screams bloody murder. I was starting to feel a little sick to my stomach. More than a little.

"So how big IS this guy?" was all I could ask. I didn't want to know. I really didn't want to know. But I couldn't stop myself from asking. I mean, this guy had fucked my girlfriend, more than once apparently. He used to stick his big dick in the same woman who was sitting in front of me with her boobs poking out of her pajamas, the same gorgeous woman who, despite having a healthy sexual appetite, nevertheless did not think my penis worthy of putting inside of her. I had to know just what exactly she considered a good enough penis for her. More than that, I had to know if he was as big as the guy in the film playing inside my head. 'Cause that guy was really big, and she was really into his dick. Really, really into his dick. He didn't have to lick her, he didn't have to be satisfied with a quick blow job. He got to just shove that big thing all the way up into her, and she was enjoying the hell out of it. 

"Oh, he's not huge or anything, not porn star big. That shit is so overrated. I mean, who wants to have one of those big things stuffed inside of you. It's not worth it to be walking around in pain for days."

Even in the daze I was in, the implications were not lost on me. She had fucked a guy who was "porn star big" before. I had to let that one go for now. That way was madness.

"So how big is he, then?"

"Oh, you guys are so hung up on size! I don't know how big he is, I just know he fits me perfectly, that's all. He's big enough, okay?"

"I'm hung up on size? I'm hung up on size? You're the one who won't fuck me because I'm too small! You're the size queen!"

At this point the smile dropped off Jess's face like a window being slammed down. She quietly got up from the table and stalked off to the bedroom. She got dressed for work and left without another word.

I called in sick that day and stayed home, feeling sorry for myself. But of course, that wasn't the end of it. After moping around half the day, I went to a porn site and started watching videos. Anything to cheer me up. I watched a few videos, but they didn't do anything for me. So I typed a search term in the box and looked through the results until I found just the right video. I dropped my pants and watched it with my mouse in one hand and my sad, unwanted little dick in the other.

You know what kind of movie I watched. God help me, I tried to get it out of my head but I couldn't. 

The title?

"Big Cock Fucks Blonde Girlfriend."



Big Dick Fucks Blonde Girlfriend Pt. 02



Jess didn't come home that night. 

When she wasn't home by dinner, I was mad. I mean, I'd had all day to think about it and I knew I was in the right. How dare she freeze me out? Just because I called her a size queen? She wouldn't have sex with me, her own boyfriend, and claimed she needed this guy Pete because he had a big dick. What other word is there for what she is? I was pissed.

By 9 o'clock anger was starting to give way to fear. She never worked late, certainly never that late. I figured she probably went to a girlfriend's to complain about me. The thought made me cringe. She would definitely be telling her friend how small my dick is. Ugh. I know she talks about sex with her friends, but I'd prefer not to think about that. The idea that she was laughing about my small dick with a girlfriend made me a little woozy.

By midnight I was starting to get worried. I hoped she was sleeping over her friend's to teach me a lesson. I know how women work, and Jess was certainly not above playing games to get what she wanted. I knew if I called her, then she would have won. But dammit, I was really starting to think something could have happened to her. I also started to suspect this was a test to see how much I cared. And if it was a test, then I didn't want to fail it by not calling.

So I called. It went to voicemail. I called again. Voicemail. God help me, I called her eight times between midnight and 4 AM. I told myself it was because I was worried about her. I even considered telling the story here that way. But that would be bullshit, and you wouldn't believe me. You know what I was thinking about. I was thinking about Pete and his big dick, and Jess writhing naked on a bed with that dick shoved up in her.

I thought about all the things I would say to her when she got home. I needed to set things straight, find out if she slept with Pete. I promised myself I would hit the road if she had. That much was clear: if I wanted to retain any shred of self-respect after this, I had to leave her. But first I had to find out what happened. I figured if she DID have sex with Pete, she would lie about it, but I thought I might be able to catch her in the lie if she did.

I went to sleep on the couch so I would hear her come in. She burst through the door at 6 AM, still in her clothes from yesterday. Instantly awake, I jumped up off the couch. Her blonde hair was frazzled but otherwise she looked as amazing as ever, maybe a little more so because of the defiant look in her eye. She stood there in the entryway with one hand on her hip, waiting for my reaction. One look at her and I could tell she was not going to take any shit from me. 

All the things I had thought about saying went right out of my head. I looked at her beautiful face and her blazing eyes, and in that moment I was just grateful that she had come back to me. Wordlessly, I walked over and hugged her, holding her a long moment. When I stepped back, she had a smug look on her face.

"Aren't you going to ask where I've been?" she asked with a smirk.

"No, I'm just glad you're home. I figure you'll tell me when you're ready."

"Damn right", she said, stalking off toward the bathroom. I waited a moment and then quietly followed her.

She swung the bathroom door shut, but it didn't latch. There was a crack in the door and I moved closer to peer through it. She took off her work clothes and started the shower. Then she turned to the mirror and peeled off her bra, freeing those gorgeous breasts. I was stunned to see multiple bruises there. She rubbed the bruises tentatively, but didn't seem too concerned about them. When she dropped her panties to the floor, she rubbed two fingers against her vagina and brought them up to her nose. A bemused smile crossed her face as she stepped into the shower.

I went back to the living room and hunkered down on the couch, my head in my hands. There wasn't much question about it anymore: she had fucked Pete. I waited there until she came out again, dressed in fresh clothes for work.

"Will I see you tonight?" I asked.

"Maybe", she said offhandedly, making for the door.

"Are you going to Pete's house, then?"

"Oh no." 

"So you're done with him, then?"

Reaching the door, she turned and smiled broadly at me. "No, of course not, it's just he fucked me so hard last night I won't be ready for him for at least a week!" 

Then she flounced out the door. I watched out the window as she walked to her car, and she was definitely walking gingerly. He must have ridden her pretty hard.

Miserable, I walked back toward the second bedroom where I keep my computer. I needed to send an email to my boss, because I was definitely planning on being sick again today. As soon as I booted up my computer, I saw that I had email. 

The subject line was "HEY DICKLESS!" It was from Pete.

It said: "Jess gave me your email address. She told me to rub it in good. She said you have a tiny dick and she doesn't even bother fucking you because she wouldn't feel it. That's why she came over last night. Dude, your chick is so hot I fucked her three times. She really liked it, too. She screamed a lot. Man I love watching those big tits bounce up and down while I fuck her. I figured you would want to see, so here's a pic. If you stay cool and don't act like a complete douche, I might even send you the video I took. Haha. Talk to you later, pin dick!"

Now my humiliation was complete. Jess had not only fucked this guy, she'd told him how small my dick was. She even told him she wouldn't fuck me, so now this guy knew that he was getting to put his penis where I wasn't allowed to go. I wanted to die.

I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I couldn't help myself. I clicked on the attachment. It was a large photo, so all I could see at first was her face. She was arched back over a pillow, her blonde hair splayed out. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, her lips parted in a moan. I scrolled down a bit and there they were, those big beautiful mounds thrust toward the camera, their heaviness causing them to bulge out to the side, but firm enough to retain their shape as they jutted toward the camera. Her engorged nipples were poking straight out. Her chest was red and splotchy. She was quite obviously in a state of extreme arousal. 

I scrolled further, down past her flat belly and her tightly cropped bush, and there it was. Pete's cock, disappearing into Jess's pussy. I couldn't tell how long it was, but the part that was hanging out of her pussy was as long as my entire dick. But what really got me was how thick it was. You could see how her swollen pussy lips were pushed wide apart to accommodate it. Her juices were coating his rod. 

To one side of her body, you could see her hand grasping at the sheet. She had never done that for me, not that I knew of. She might moan a little when I was licking her, and I was definitely good at getting her off with my tongue. But I had never been able to make her grab a sheet like that, and I had definitely never seen that face before.

I studied the picture closely for a while. Then I opened the drawer, got out the vaseline, and scooped a little out with my fingers. I'm not gonna lie to you, that picture is easily the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My dick was almost painfully swollen as I stroked it, my eyes taking in every inch of my girlfriend's body as she was pounded by this guy I didn't even know. 

Then I remembered Pete had a video. I thought if I played my cards right, I might be able to see that video. I came harder than I ever have, thinking about watching Pete's big dick pounding my beautiful Jess.



Big Dick High Has Its Own Rules



Although this story is set in high school, let me be clear that the all the characters actually involved in sex are eighteen years or older, usually seniors in the second semester.

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My name is Jon. I was a high school senior in a new york city "elite" private school in the 70s, when this story takes place. The school was a pretty unusual place. Its key elements will be revealed as they become important.

I'm a white kid dating a white girl in my class, but the class also has lots of minorities, some but not all of them on scholarship. We were mostly a nice group of kids, and except for a few assholes, we weren't hung up on coming from different backgrounds.

What we were hung up on was sex. Somehow our school had developed this unusual sex culture. I won't even fully explain it, but again focus on the needed elements for the story. Despite being kids, we all understood that still sex was not for true minors, and most of the rituals and customs were limited to eighteen-year old "kids" in senior year, as a way of getting ourselves ready for the crazy college campuses of the day while still among mostly "friends."

In a class of my senior year class of two hundred smart kids of both sexes, I was one of the brainiest, and so was my girlfriend, Chloe. We were a little different from some of the other really geeky intense kids, though, in that we were both considered attractive: Me, a tall-ish guy with brown hair, bright eyes and broad shoulders; Chloe, a shy, cute, blue-eyed blonde, also on the tall side, with really cute legs and a cute ass--not quite a plump bottom, but perky enough. Nothing wrong with Chloe's breasts, just not as standout. Her face was very girlish, her nose slightly on the long slide but cute, her mouth pretty (and skilled). Still, she assembled to be a very cute, pretty, desirable young lady, with a definite sparkle and a nice body.

We were dating since early junior year on and off. Very UN-typical for the times, Chloe had refused to give up her virginity to me, and I was having my doubts if I should keep trying. That said, we did have the "everything but" routine going on, and that was a lot of fun in its own way. And Chloe was good company-- And I loved her. I was not happy that we were going to end up at college hundreds of miles away from each other the following year. Chloe seemed less concerned, which maybe should have been a warning sign with hindsight.

Then one day at the end of the school day on a Tuesday that I remember too well, as I was about to drive us to her family's place, right when we got in the car she confronted me.

"Jon, I'm not sure how to tell you this, so I'll just spit it out. It's happened." I had a sinking feeling right away that I knew what she meant. "James passed me a note at the end of history class on special stationery, with a nod and a knowing smile." She paused. I knew what this meant, indeed.

You see, in our school culture, among the eighteen year olds, male and female, everyone knew who was a virgin or not. And there was a rule that any of the really well hung athletes in the class--there were five--could invite a girl to a fuck session whether she had a boyfriend or not, and this was considered fair play. The girl could be a virgin or not, but the virgins were favored targets. A girl could turn them down, but then she would be blacklisted from being able to fuck any of the hung athletes at the school, and furthermore the school alumni at their college would likewise be informed to perpetuate said blacklist. Basically, the pressure was on for the young girls to decided if they wanted the option of having hung athletes as a part of their young life or not. They were faced with a binary situation. To complicate it, the inaugural coupling, that first fuck, was always with someone of a different race, adding a taboo to the mix, and it could never be someone you had dated or were already good friends with.

This has been one of the reasons I had so badly wanted Chloe to give me her virginity, to avoid this, because the virgins were so targeted under "the rules." Based on how even-tempered Chloe seemed, now I was thinking that she deliberately stayed a virgin to be most eligible for this near-anonymous fuck session. Indeed, intuitively I was certain. It fit together too well.

I was quiet and just looked at Chloe silently, waiting to see what else she had to say and finally she broke the silence: "I have to give James [who happened to be an incredibly well-hung black adonis, who was also very smart and generally a nice guy] my answer overnight in a reply note, and if I say 'yes,' I am to leave school publicly holding hands with him on Friday to walk to his house. Since you are my boyfriend, in accordance with 'the rules,' you can walk behind us and come and watch and tend to us as we like--if you want to."

Chloe paused again. And I again was sullenly silent.

"Well," she continued, "I guess I can't expect you to be thrilled. I guess you are also sensing what my answer is going to be." She paused but briefly for effect. "Although you are such a great guy, Jon, and I really do love you as I know you do me, I am going to say, 'yes.'"

Chloe turned to me with even more earnestness. "I have to do this, Jon. I'm too sexual a person, and knowing that this option would probably materialize, I have done my homework. Almost never does a girl regret going this path; but almost always a girl who passes it up does come to regret it. That's what I've learned. And although I know James can be arrogant, the other girls say he is basically a sweet and considerate lover."

More silence. Then I told Chloe that I needed to clear my head, that I would drop her home and then she would know my feelings about this by whether I followed her and James on Friday or not. I know she was hoping for a more upbeat reaction, but she said she understood and gave me a loving hug when I dropped her off.

As soon as I got home, I took a warm bath and let my mind wander and consider things. Then I started to visualizing Chloe and James together. Before long, my modest white dick was six inches rock hard. And I had my initial answer. I did also talk it over with my best friend, Mike, later. Mike thought I would be crazy not to. "Why not?" he said, "This girl is getting ready to ditch you for guys at her own college next year anyway. Why not have a hot experience?" His words wounded me, but he was right of course.

I think I had secretly been fantasizing this would happen, that I would get to be part of this kinky exercise in such a safe environment as amongst my school chums. Although I wasn't full-blown "bi" or anything, I did get turned on by seeing other guys bigger cocks in porn, reading and watching a range of material, even at that young age.

Just like Chloe needed to explore her sexuality, I decided this was a good time to explore mine. Most of the guys in my situation in school tended to do as I now planned. I would bear no reputational issue if I did. Quite the contrary. So why not?

It was settled, but I still decided to let Chloe sweat it out the next few days. I think she was worried what people would say about her if I didn't love her enough to want to be there and look after her happiness. From my end, I was pretty sure she had been toying with me, teasing with me with the never-real possibility of MY having her virginity. The whole time we were together, she was actually saving herself for going through the "rules" ritual with one of the hung athletes. Kind of bitchy, but I, too, was turned on by the whole scene so I guess I couldn't blame her too much.

The next few days, up until the main event day on Friday, I was cool and aloof to Chloe in school and gave no indication of my answer in advance.

Chloe only knew my intent when the 6'3" black adonis James, center of our basketball team--who was also, by the way, brilliant and headed to an Ivy college--scooped up her little hand in his giant one right in the middle of the quad where everyone in school could see. The quad was packed with kids at the time. Kids from all classes had accumulated to see this. The buzz was out because Chloe was well-known in the school, and her friends had been fast to gossip about her situation. So everyone was watching as James took her hand and gave her a big kiss--which brought applause from the crowd--and then they stepped off campus.

As planned, I did go and follow ten paces behind, which brought another round of applause, with hoots and hollers. Chloe looked right back and saw me. She gave me a big smile and whispered to James. And then they both looked back and gave me a smile. Next they paused on the sidewalk and made-out for a few moments--I think just to make a point. My dick stirred right away at my new subservient experience. I knew this was going to be hot.

And besides the subservient, humiliation turn-on, they were simply objectively hot to watch. Chloe and James looked like they were designed to be mated. Chloe more soft; James more angular. They certainly looked more beautiful together than Chloe and I did, it was obvious to me--and to the many other people who were following close behind for the first few steps of the walk home.

No one else was home when we got to James' family's beautiful neighborhood home. (His Dad was an eye surgeon, and the parents frequently went away on weekends.) We walked right to James' room and per the traditions, he had Chloe tie me to a chair with my pants and underwear off, and my underwear stuffed into my mouth (after a full day of school!) and duck-taped in. I was already hard.

They pointed at my modest dick and giggled a little together. James said, "No wonder you haven't fucked Jon yet, Chloe. I mean that pecker isn't too bad for a white guy, I guess, but it's hardly something to shout about."

Chloe added, "Well, let's not get too mean. After all, I do love the guy, and it's not his fault he has a smallish one. He's pretty good with his tongue, and he loves me. Besides, maybe if the school didn't have this tradition, I would have fucked him. But this whole ritual was just too hot not to hold out for! I mean, now I'm here with a hunk like you with a huge dick, and my boyfriend has to learn to be subservient. What more could a girl want?!" And with that, she playfully pushed James over and started hugging and frenching him with a passion.

Their hands went everywhere. They were in no hurry, really, however. They had a nice long make out session while I got raging hard from watching and myself began leaking precum. The gag was a blessing. My underwear tasted awful, but I didn't have to worry about being embarrassed by the excited groaning I knew I would be doing because it would be so well muffled.

After several minutes of wet french kisses, Chloe, got impatient for some more serious action. She moved onto the floor next to the bed and tugged James into a sitting position above her. She unbuttoned and pulled off his pants and underwear. Out flopped the most massive cock I ever could have imagined. It exceeded even what I had visualized based on the rumors. I'm still not sure that I have ever seen one larger in a porn, even, and certainly not by that young age in my life. It was definitely a foot long semi-soft and a full two inches or more in diameter. And it was, I thought, a beautiful chocolate brown color. Circumcised, it was so gorgeous, it even looked sexy to me as a "mostly" straight guy.

To say Chloe was in awe would not be an overstatement. (I was and she was!) She gasped and seemed to even drool when she first unleashed James' giant prick. She started off by exploring his cock the way you would treat a priceless antique, gently handling it and probing it and looking at it from different angles. It didn't really grow much more. It was already a colossus! But it started to harden and straighten until it was bone-hard as if some kind of magic trick had occurred. One would assume that such a cock could only exist on a huge athlete, that anyone lesser would be unable to summon enough blood flow to harden that size of male love tower. And James was a massive athlete, and indeed he could totally harden his humongous rod!

James grew a little impatient after a few minutes. "Chloe, I'm glad you are fascinated by my cock. Enough though. Time for sucking! Come... Approach from here on the bed, next to me, it will be easier... And Jon will have a better view!"

I groaned into my underpants gag and my dick twitched. Something about James saying my name out loud connected me to their action and made everything even more real and exciting for me.

Chloe complied. She was experienced with blow jobs, and she did a yeoman's job of sucking and tonguing the top few inches of this massive black cock even though the head plus an inch or two were all she could really handle.

At the same time, I could see her getting more and more turned on. She was still clothed, but I could detect her pussy scent in the air--that scent I loved so well!--and I could see Chloe moving her hips as she licked and sucked. She rubbed her legs together ever so slightly.

After a few minutes of this, James interrupted. "Thank you, Chloe. That was nice! That will do for now. Now it's time to fuck. There is no saying 'no,' in case you are wondering. The whole school knows that no girl ever backs out from this point, and there is enough evidence on camera to protect me from any regrets you may have tomorrow, although I doubt you will. Hence-- I am not asking, I am now telling... Prepare your mind for your first fucking. I will aim to make it spectacular for you, but it will now occur, irrespective. Remove your pants and panties."

Chloe complied. Her panties were soaked. Her jeans were damp. She handed them dutifully to James, who simply discarded them casually in my general direction.

"Beg me," he told her.

"What?" she said, somewhat taken aback.

"Beg me to fuck you with my huge cock and ruin your pussy for your boyfriend. Say exactly that."

Despite her surprise, Chloe did not hesitate a second: "Please, James... Please fuck me with your huge cock and ruin my pussy for Jon. Please! Do it now! Please! I must have you! Now!!"

Again my cock twitched on hearing my name--even as I was being cuckolded. Clearly I liked this.

James firmly pushed Chloe onto her back now. Her eyes were somewhat fearful, despite her excitement.. She was angled up on a couple of pillows behind her, for comfort, and also so she could watch clearly. James started to rub his massive cock head against her gushing pussy. He rubbed it all around her pussy lips and probed only a fraction of an inch in the middle now and again.

Chloe moaned out loud from the first moment of his touch: "Fuck! This is going to be so great! I'm so glad I waited for you, James! Please stop teasing me with your cock head! Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck me and ruin my pusssy! Pleeeeeeeasssseeee!"

And on the third or fourth howling, begging plea from Chloe, James shoved in the first several inches of dick. It was about half his cock, which by itself was the length of mine whole.

"Oh, god! Thank god you are in me now! Feels so goooood!" Chloe howled. "It's like a relief that you started to fuck me." All of these shout-outs from the normally demure Chloe. "Thank god I prepared for this though!" she said.

James and I knew what she meant. Like most of the pretty seniors, she must have prepared herself by practicing with dildos.

"The real thing is soooo much better! FucccccckkkK! Feels soooo gooood to finally, FINALLY get fucckkkkeedd!... Why did I wait so long?... Oh fuckkkkK!!... Arrrghhh! This is AWWWEEEsome!!"

James was about two-thirds in now and pushing back and forth with short, gentle strokes.

He was panting quietly, pacing himself, measuring out his expenditures. He must have been enjoying listening to Chloe's narration. It was certainly making my precum flow faster, to see and hear how much she was enjoying their fuck.

They looked so gorgeous together, they could have been a painting, an erotic sculpture or a high-end porn film. Chloe had never looked so radiant, and I had to admit that James was objectively beautiful, too. She was the epitome of a demure blonde beauty--well not so demure at the moment! And he was a classic alpha, athletic adonis, who happened to be black. With any coloring, they would have been gorgeous. The contrast just heightened their aura and the sexuality of the moment..

"Oh, gawwwwwddd!" She screamed now, after just a little bit of actual fucking, and not even his whole cock in her. "I am fucking cumminggggggg!! I'm cummMMMMIINNGGGGG on this AMMMAAAAZZZINNNGGGGG DICKKKKK!!"

Chloe's body shook really hard as her legs spasmed. Both lovers slowed for a few minutes after that. James was considerate, as per his reputation, and gave Chloe a chance to catch her breath.

"Oh, James," Chloe said after a few minutes of resting and leisurely french kissing with James, "Thank you so much! I never imagined sex could be so good! I think I love you! Oh my god, I barely know you, and I feel as though I am in love!" She turned to me briefly, "Jon, you seem to be really turned on. I am grateful for that. Obviously things will never be the same for you and me now..."

"I'm sorry, Jon, but I'm glad you're enjoying watching James fuck me in ways you never could. I'm so glad it turns you on," she said as she briefly looked at my rock-hard, pre-cum-oozing little penis.

Chloe returned her attention to her lover. "James, will you keep fucking me after tonight? Jon's little dick or others like it will never be enough now. Will you take me as one of your regulars? Please, James? Pleeeeease? Pretty pleeeeaassseeee!?" She literally begged him, as she took his head in her hands and frenched him deeply for a long moment.

Without yet directly answering, James took that as his cue to slide the remaining four inches of his wide twelve-inch cock up into Chloe. I had a perfect view, as he was for the moment behind her with them both facing me, and my big head spun as my little cock head twitched and drooled in excitement from how erotic it was.

Somehow Chloe did manage to accept his entire prick, although she offered a howl that might have been pleasure or pain... No, if I'm to be truthful, I'm sure it was pleasure. Erotic but also sad for me.

James maneuvered then back into missionary position. They resumed frenching. James got balls deep in her again, and Chloe wrapped her pretty, slender legs up around his back.

A few moments later James pushed himself up. He looked Chloe in the eye and said, "Chloe, you are a sweet and delicious girl, and a thoughtful lover . I could never leave you to return to a future of small dicks like Jon's..." He acted now as though I wasn't in the room! "...you need more, and I would be honored to have you be one of my regular fuck-mates. Thank you so much for asking."

And with that said, James picked up the pace of fucking his massive cock balls-deep into the girl I loved.

They moaned and groaned as they writhed around on the bed in near-ecstasy. They tried many different positions. Chloe must have come another three or four times, each time massively. The biggest orgasm seemed to be with her doggy-style and James controlling her by her hips. She didn't even need her hand on her clit, she was so turned on by James and their fucking. Chloe screamed so loud I thought someone next door or on the neighborhood sidewalk might call the police. Her drool and their love juices soaked the bed. And the room reeked of sex. Just the two of them together sounded like an orgy. My dick was ramrod hard from the show and oozing a constant stream of precum from watching all of this.

James slowed after several more minutes and then said, "Chloe, as you know, even though I have certainly leaked precum in you--probably quite a lot actually--you are to be given the option of where you would like my load or loads to be deposited. Any of your openings are fair game, at your preference. The 'rules' also say that at your request, Jon's holes, too, are an option if you wish, whether he likes it or not, since he volunteered to join us."




Big Dick High Has Its Own Rules



He continued as they fucked more. "I know from talking to your friends that this is your fertile time. Frankly, I can also smell it. You have no birth control other than my will power because of the size of my cock. Yet nothing will feel as glorious for us all as if I cum inside you. We all know it." James looked briefly at me. "We all three in this room also know the school alumni have a special trust fund to support any babies. What I am trying to get at, Chloe... May I breed you? May I fuck you pregnant with my seed so you can feel the full glory of our fuck session? I would be very honored. Yet it is entirely up to you. The 'rules' do not require it, and I am sure you realize I would only be a part-time father."

She hesitated; James paused. "Chloe," he said, "I will briefly remove myself from your sweet pussy while waiting for your decision."

And with that, James withdrew his cock, I suppose so that Chloe truly could collect her thoughts. However, his cock towered in the room, on display like a sacred totem. It twitched from his groin as it glistened with Chloe's juices and his own precum. Both Chloe and I stared at James' twelve-inches in total awe and subservience. We were both mesmerized.

The cock was an awesome sight to behold. My little dick twitched in excitement from seeing it, together with excitement of Chloe's highly-aroused panting form as she struggled to gather and process her thoughts, assuredly contrasting different ideas about her future versus her primal desires, as she tried to think quickly.

After ten or twenty seconds, Chloe shuddered as she answered James: "Oh my god, yes, James! I have to! I cannot pass that up! Somehow I will work the baby into my future. That would be so hot! Let's do it! Let's fuck ourselves a baby!"

Having committed herself, Chloe moved frantically to realign James' cock with her pussy, so badly did she miss having James' throbbing member insider her. It was so hot watching her desperately maneuver to make a baby with James. She knew it would bond him to her more, and she wanted that--it was apparent to me sitting there--more than it seemed like she wanted her next breath.

Our relationship wasn't even an afterthought to Chloe now, I realized, and I experienced a twinge of despondency that briefly penetrated the eroticism of the moment.

Quickly Chloe was guiding James pussy-pounder back towards her opening. I had never seen her so athletic as today. She immediately shifted her cute butt and gushing, inflamed pussy back into position for him.

To his credit, James forced Chloe to take yet further consideration. "Chloe, you know this is serious," he said--as he teased his cockhead again around her sopping vagina. "You probably will get pregnant this very first time I come inside you. Usually I just have to sit next to a girl without protection to make it happen."

Chloe got quiet herself. "I know James," she said softly, "This is what I want. I can't imagine someone better to mate with. I know I will have to share you with other girls, but even a fraction of you is better than all of a regular guy, even a nice, smart guy like Jon. Do it, James! Fuck me good and plant your baby up inside me! Do it nowwww!! Don't make me beg! Please, don't make me really beg!" Although of course she was already begging.

It was really hot to watch a girl as cute as Chloe not just begging to get fucked, but begging to get inseminated! Who would have ever thought?! It was even hotter because you knew that she was putting all of her considerable personal and professional aspirations at risk. She wasn't some bimbo, but a girl with a lot of ambition and capability, who was so caught up in the moment that she was willing to risk it for the ultimate sex experience.

James relented, "OK, Chloe. Here we go..." And he slid easily now into her missionary style as they kissed and caressed and fucked each other oh-so-deeply.

It was incredibly erotic to watch. Tied up in my chair, I could feel my heart racing and my blood pumping as my cock and my mouth both drooled with excitement--the one with precum and the other with saliva--and I groaned into my gag. In my wildest dreams, I had never imagined such an erotic sight as my girlfriend getting the fucking of the century from this gorgeous stud, as they progressed towards the moment of fertilization. Oh my god, it was so hot!!

As before, James moaned. But Chloe was a screamer. Unintelligible this time, as she prepared to receive James' seed deep into her womb. His cock had to be past her cervix somehow and, for all I knew, its head was pressed up into her as far as the openings in her tubes and had an egg right by its tip. It seemed that you could see Chloe's belly sticking up from where his cock would have been from within.

Chloe was really thoroughly skewered as she thrashed around on James' cock, crying out his name and now begging for his seed.

"James, breed me! Breed me NOWWW!! Fuck your baby into me, you fucckkkkkERRRR!!" as Chloe came for the umpteenth time on his master-cock.

I wanted so badly to come at this point. I was desperate for relief. And I was worried. Would they give me some kind of mercy stimulation? Was I going to be left to jerk myself off? Would they at least untie me soon after they consummated their lust? 

I briefly disconnected into my own, worried world but when I reconnected with the scene in front of me, this is what I heard: It was Chloe screaming to me, "Jon, he's going to come! He's about to fuck a baby into your girlfriend! Isn't it exciiiitttttting?!!"

And with no conscious control of my own, I answered her with an explosive orgasm, without anyone or anything even touching my dick. I had the longest, strongest orgasm of my life--then or since--as I sprayed multiple blasts of cum across the room and onto the two lovers, hitting Chloe in the face and James on his back. My balls contracted so hard it hurt, as the did the pressure of the stream inside my shaft.

My orgasm seemed to last more than a minute, and it coated the side of her face and his entire shoulder with my goop. Afterwards my cock and balls continued to twitch and tingle, not quickly settling down like you would expect from a normal cum. I must have been screaming into my gag, but the orgasm was so amazing, I didn't notice anything but my cock until I looked around afterward.

James and Chloe didn't miss a beat. They just smiled and groaned a little MORE from the eroticism of receiving my spray. They were happy to get the obvious primal signal of my approval for their breeding.

And then it happened. James finally had HIS first and truly massive orgasm. His whole body arched and shook as he grabbed Chloe's ass up towards him and plunged his organ even deeper into her (if that was possible). He throbbed into her womb for what seemed like minutes. I tried to count the pumps but honestly was still distracted by the afterglow of my own tremendous cum. It was so hot, I'm sure I would have come right again if physically possible but my balls were totally depleted.

James shouted, "Fuck, Chloe! Here it comes, Bitch! Now you are mine! You are going to have my black baby bastard! Take it! Fuccckkkkkk! Finally!! Sooooo... gooooood!! Arrrrrggghhhhhhhh!!" He arched and twitched one or two more times after his main set of spurts and then collapsed next to her spent. Chloe managed another huge orgasm along with him, screaming out her undying love.

I never saw anyone look as happy or in-love as Chloe did just afterwards as they kissed and caressed each other in their afterglow..

And that was just the beginning of the night...