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Huge

By: kicky1000



tyhI was semi-conscious. I knew that there had been an accident. I knew that I was in an ambulance and we were speeding to the hospital. The siren screamed in my head, and I was weak from loss of blood. What had happened to me? I wasn't even sure. One minute I had been sitting in the seat of the motorized lawn mower, mowing my lawn, and then I had hit a tree stump or something and I had gone flying. Flying forward onto the ground in front of the mower. The mower was following me. It was going to run me over. It ran me over. There was blood everywhere. I heard my wife, Leona, screaming. Then I think I must have passed out. And now I knew I was in an ambulance. There were two attendants in the vehicle. One was talking to me. I didn't know what he was saying. My wife was sitting next to me, holding my hand, still crying.

We stopped. I waited a minute and knew the back doors were being opened. I knew I was on a stretcher. They were lifting me out of the ambulance onto the street. They were rolling me through the emergency room doors. I passed out again.

I was in a very deep sleep. I knew I was in a very deep sleep. It was warm. It was cozy. Maybe I would never wake up.

I woke up. The sun was shining through the window. Leona was sitting in a chair across the room. A nurse was adjusting the liquid in the plastic bag, which was attached to a long tube, which was attached to a needle which went into my arm. I blinked a few times. She looked at me. She left the room. The next time I blinked, she had returned with a man in a white coat. A doctor. I looked across at Leona. She was crying again. 

I realized that my whole midsection was bandaged, and that I was catheterized for urination.

"What happened?" I asked groggily.

"You had an accident," the doctor said.

"I don't remember," I explained.

"No. I'm sure you don't. You lost a lot of blood. You were in very bad shape. We almost lost you."

The lawn mower?" I asked.

"Yes," said the doctor. It ran over you. It severed your penis."

"My penis? My penis is gone? Oh my god. Oh my god." Now I was crying.

"It's all right. It's all right," soothed the doctor, bracing my shoulder. "You have a new penis. You're going to be all right."

"A new penis?" I asked. I couldn't understand. I'd never heard of that.

"Yes. You're a very lucky man. Just as we rushed you to the operating room, another patient passed away. And he was an organ donor. We gave you his penis. And it's a rather nice one, if I do say so myself."

"I never heard of penis transplants," I said. "I've heard of kidney, liver. Not penis."

"It's a brand new technology," the doctor said. "You're one of the first."

"Will it work?" I asked.

"We believe it will," said the doctor. "You've just got to give yourself time to heal, and you should be as good as new."

I looked across at Leona. She smiled bravely, dabbing at a tear. She had liked my old penis. She liked sucking it. She liked getting it inside her pussy. And now it was gone. No wonder she was crying. But, hell. I had a brand new penis and the doctor said it was a nice one, so everything would probably be all right. Just the same as before. I just had to give myself time to heal. I was lucky. I could have been left with no penis. Just a little stump, or hole, or whatever they did before transplants.

I was in the hospital more than a month. I had to be, because of the catheterization. Finally the day came when the bandages were removed. I was afraid to look at my new penis. I was a little squeamish. I was afraid it wouldn't really fit right. I was afraid it wouldn't feel right. It was a whole new unfamiliar part of my anatomy. But I would have to get used to it. Just not right now. The tubes were still in me. I would have to wait a few more days till I would be obliged to urinate on my own. To take the foreign penis in my fingers. To empty my bladder through it on command.

Leona came to the hospital every day and brought magazines. One day she brought a men's magazine with naked ladies, but I was afraid I could do myself damage if I got an erection, so I wouldn't look at it. I made her take it away. Then one morning the urologist came in and gently detubed me. I still winced. I could feel the plastic being drawn out of the penis. 

"You're on your own," said the doctor.

"Okay," I answered nervously.

Now I was dying to look at my new member. I wanted to see what I looked like now. Would it be very different than before? But I wasn't going to lift the sheets with Leona in the room. And I had a roommate who was on the phone all day and night. I wouldn't be sorry to go home and leave him behind. There was a curtain between his bed and mine, so he wouldn't be able to see what I did. I just had to get rid of Leona for a while.

"Honey, why don't you go down to the cafeteria and have your lunch," I suggested.

"I'm not hungry," she said.

"Go on, sweetie. You sit here all day. Stretch your legs. Go down and get yourself an ice cream soda."

"An ice cream soda?" She was tantalized. She hadn't thought of that. That was much more appealing than lunch.

"Yes. An all chocolate ice cream soda. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," she admitted. "Maybe I will." She got up and took her purse. I was delighted. I knew how to handle my wife, all right. "I'll be back in a little while, Gordon," she said.

"Okay, sweetheart. Take your time. Enjoy the soda." She smiled at me and left the room. I counted to twenty-five and lifted the sheets. Then I lifted the gown. And I saw it. There it was. It was........hefty. A big fat weighty thing. I lifted it in my palm and moved it around. It was heavy. It was meaty. I wondered how big it would get when it got hard. If it got hard. It had to get hard. It would be like the tenth wonder of the world when it got hard. I lifted it up so I could study the head. There was a tiny little freckle on the head. A cute little freckle. It was really a very distinctive penis. I would be proud to call it my own. I squeezed it in my hand a little and the eye winked at me. 

I rubbed my finger lovingly over the freckle. My own little freckle. My first and only freckle. I wondered how Leona would like the freckle. She would love the freckle. She would love the penis. Face it. Leona loved cock. I couldn't wait to get home and give it to her.

When they checked me out of the hospital, the doctor warned me that I was not to attempt sexual intercourse for at least another month, and I was to try to avoid becoming erect. So for the next month, I moved into the guest room down the hall, where I wouldn't have a sexy body lying next to me all night. Many a night I lay in that guest room, fondling my new toy, and dying to tease it stiff. But I had been told 'no stiffies' and I obeyed.

Leona had hired a gardener. A handsome young man. I watched him out of the front window as he sailed over our lawn. Lawn mowing was now a thing of the past for me. Never again would I mow.

I paid one more visit to the Urologist. This time in his office. I undressed and put on a gown. He came in and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and began the examination.

"It's healed very nicely," he approved. He was massaging it and massaging it. I had to control myself to make sure I didn't get an erection in the doctor's hand.

"I see you've got a freckle," he observed.

"Yes," I said proudly. "I noticed that."

"Pretty special," he said. And we both laughed. "I think you can start having sexual intercourse," he told me.

"I can?" I was absolutely delighted.

"Go right ahead. Get used to working with your new tool."

"Terrific," I answered. I'm sure I had a smile a foot wide. When I got back into the waiting room, Leona looked at me questioningly. I nodded my head. She smiled too. "Tonight," I promised her. "We can do it tonight. I'll move back into the bedroom."

"Wonderful," she said. And she meant it.

That night as we got undressed, Leona started to giggle.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm so nervous. I feel like a blushing bride." 

"How should I feel?" I asked. "I'm the one with strange equipment."

"Let me see it," she said, teasingly.

"No," I protested, holding my hands over my crotch in mock modesty. "I'm embarrassed.

"Let me see it," she chased me and tried to pry my hands off of it. We were both laughing like a couple of school kids. Finally she dragged me down on the bed, and I let her moved my hands off the penis. She crouched down and studied it.

"It's gorgeous," she said. "It's just gorgeous. And it's huge. HUGE!"

"Yes, it is," I laughed. "It's just HUGE!" I mimicked her.

"And look. It's got a teeny little freckle on its face," she noticed. "That's so sweet."

I grabbed her and we wrestled on the bed. I figured after all this time I would slide it home and just rape her. But, no. My big heavy appendage was still malleable. It had not gotten hard.

I tried to work myself up to an erection. I kissed and licked Leona's tits. I did the same to her pussy. Nothing. 

"Go down on me," I said.

She crouched between my thighs and took the HUGE new dick into her mouth. She sucked it. She tongued it. She made slurping noises. Nothing.

"It's not getting hard," she said. She was in despair. 

I reached down and started whacking myself. Nothing. It wasn't getting hard. We tried for over two hours, and then we were both pooped. We got under the covers and tried to fall asleep. I could hear Leona sobbing in the darkness.

The next day I called the doctor's office and had to wait six hours for him to call me back. I explained the situation.

"Don't worry," he said. "Everything looks all right," he assured me. "Maybe you just have to give it a little time. It's probably all mental. You're probably feeling pressured and it's affecting your performance." I hung up little assuaged.

We tried on several more occasions, and as usual....nothing. It was depressing. I had a new penis, which was gorgeous and HUGE and wasn't getting hard. A lot of good it was doing me. 

Maybe I just needed to relax. I drove over to the health club and worked out a little. It was early in the afternoon and there weren't many people there. I used the machines. I lifted a few weights. Then I put my workout clothes in my locker, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed for the sauna.

There was one other guy in there, sitting on the bench. We nodded to each other, and I sat down on a bench on the other side of the room. He ran his hand over his face. He was sweating. He got up and took off his towel, and wiped his face with it. Then he turned away and stretched the towel along the bench, and he lay upon the towel with his naked rear exposed.

I felt a strange curious tingling, and whomp. I felt my limp new penis suddenly snap to attention. My god. It was HUGE. But how come I was getting a hard on here in the sauna? It had burst through my towel, but the other guy was lying on his arms with his eyes closed and fortunately didn't see it. This was embarrassing. The most intense feelings were flooding through my crotch. I closed my eyes and tried to shift my attention. I thought of my last trip to the South of France. I thought of my long weeks in the hospital and the terrible food. Try as I might, I couldn't take my eyes off the guy's buttcheeks. They were so round. So smooth. So perfectly formed. I began to fantasize about the little hole at the bottom of the cleft between those two perfect cantaloupes, which I now wanted to taste. My HUGE new penis was swinging around uncontrollably in my crotch. I grabbed it to try to control it, but it was controlling me. 

I jumped to my feet and my towel fell to the floor. The guy heard the creak of the bench when I got up, and the sound of the towel hitting the floor. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He looked at my HUGE stiff dick. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and I thought I saw his ass twitch a little as if welcoming me. I didn't need a written invitation. I crossed the room in two large strides and began feeling up those delectable globes. I licked my finger, and started reaching between them. My other hand was holding my HUGE cock.

When my finger slipped into his hole, he muttered, "Oh, yeah." And began twisting his behind around, trying to grasp my finger. I took out my finger. I climbed on the bench on top of him and spit into my hand. I covered my cock with saliva and began to press it into him. 

What a feeling. Was it his ass? Was it my new cock? It didn't matter. What my old cock felt fucking a woman's pussy, and what my new cock was now feeling fucking a man's asshole were two entirely different things. Had I died and gone to heaven? No. This was much better than heaven. His steamy asswalls were sucking on the HUGE cock as if they had never felt anything so wonderful against them before. I gently twisted his two hemispheres as I dove between them. I started licking his damp neck. He was moaning. He was laughing. He was crying. "Oh, yeah, man. Fuck me man. Shove that HUGE cock into me. I love it, man. I love your HUGE dick. I want to keep it in me forever. Keep fucking me man. Fuck me with that HUGE cock. Shoot your hot cum in my hole." The more he babbled, the more his body bucked under me, the more his ass swallowed my dick, and my balls were banging against his bouncy cheeks.

My cock was working. My new cock was working. It was fucking. I was beyond happy. My freckle was deep inside this young guy's asshole. I started to feel a stirring in my balls. I was getting ready to shoot my load.

"Oh, yeah, man," he wailed. "I can feel your HUGE prick getting HUGER inside my ass. You're getting ready to cum, man. You're getting ready to spew your hot sperm inside my tight mancunt. Shoot it into me, baby. Give me your hot cum. I want your babyseed in my body,"

His language was getting to me, and I couldn't hold off any longer. My cock started shooting out jet after jet of my own seed. Thank god, it was my own seed. I still had my original balls if not my original cock. 

"Oh, yeah, man. I can feel your hot juice in my body. Your sweet cream is flooding my hole. I love it. I love your hot cum man. I love your HUGE dick, man. Would you marry me?"

I laughed at his joke and gave him a playful slap on his butt, as I withdrew my gratified new cock and stood up.

"That was just great, man," he extolled. "Where have you been all my life?"

I laughed again. He was getting a little too serious. After all, I was married. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the showers to cool down. After my shower, I went to the lounge and lay down on a long chair. I think I fell asleep for a short while. When I woke up, I felt very relaxed. Very relaxed and very contented. I stretched my arms and legs and yawned loudly.

I went into the exercise room and did another few minutes of weight lifting. I decided I would take one more sauna, (just a sauna this time), before showering, dressing and driving home.

This time there were two guys in the sauna. One on each side. Good. With a crowd there, I wouldn't have a repeat performance of what had just occurred. I sat down on the bench about a foot away from one of the guys. The other guy was sitting on the opposite bench. He got up to throw some water on the hot coals. His towel dropped to the floor. I saw his ass. My cock saw his ass. It snapped into a frenzied attention, and burst through my towel again.

The guy sitting next to me looked at it in amazement. I was about to mutter apologies, when suddenly he fell to the floor onto his knees and crept between my legs. Before I could even react, he had his jaws around my enormous stiff cock. His mouth must have been cavernous to get that thing inside it. You would think he would have been in discomfort, but he was happily slurping and humming away as he tongued all around my member. He made choking noises as he forced it into his throat. He was choking, but he was loving it. I could feel the saliva spilling out of his mouth all over my thighs.

The guy whose ass had brought on this whole situation, had turned toward us and was watching the scene. He did have a beautiful ass. I stretched out my arm, signaling him to approach. He came over. I started feeling his sweet cheeks. He bent down and planted his mouth over mine, and we were kissing like Romeo and Juliet as I fingered his tight hole, and the other guy suctioned my HUGE dick. Then he took his mouth off the dick and just held it, while he moved his face down and began to make love to my balls. My balls got about five minutes worth of attention. Then he moved back and swallowed the cock again. Meanwhile I was fondling and kissing Mr. Beautybutt.

I had to have that butt. My crazy new cock wanted it right now. The blowjob was great, but my cock wanted to fuck. To fuck ass. To fuck Mr. Beautybutt right now. I withdrew my HUGE piston from the worshiping mouth, and spread my towel on the floor. I took Mr. Beautybutt's towel and laid it alongside mine for a wider area. I coaxed Mr. Beautybutt into position. I sat him down and got on my knees between his legs. I lifted his beautiful manlegs over my shoulders, and spit all over my dick again. I leaned down and spit a few gobs into his hole. After all, my cock was HUGE.

I positioned the thick head against his sweet little beautybutt rosebud and tried to be as gentle as possible, easing inside. Inside that sweet grasping tunnel he carried between his cheeks. What a beautybutt. What a fuck. I lay right down on top of him and fucked away, between his parted knees and thighs. First his heels were in the air, but then he pressed them against my own butt. He was holding me into him. He reached down and grabbed my butt with his hands, and raised his hole up to me. We had a smooth, machine-like operation going. 

"What a great cock," he cried, when I took my mouth off his for a second.

"I never saw anything like it," said Mr. Sucker. He crawled behind me and began licking my balls and my asshole as I plowed Mr. Beatybutt. What a scene this was. This was beyond anything that had ever occurred in my wildest imagination. I had, of course, fantasized about fucking two women. But who would have imagined that I would be here fucking two men? 

"Fuck me. Please fuck me with your HUGE dick," pleaded Mr. Beautybutt.

"I will, baby," I promised. "I'm fucking you with my HUGE dick. My HUGE dick is way up inside your belly. My dick loves your asshole. My dick loves your sweet asshole." And that was so true. My dick really did love his sweet asshole better than anything else in the world. My dick was almost fucking on its own. Fucking that sweet tight asshole. My dick loved ass. It really loved ass. I was jubilant. My new penis was working so well. Leona would be so happy. Just wait till she got this big thing inside her. This cock would compensate her for all the tears she had shed.

"My ass loves your HUGE dick. Your dick is so talented," moaned Mr. Beautybutt. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Shoot your hot cum into my hole. Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass." I really didn't need the encouragement. My cock was doing quite nicely on its own. But his words were exciting me and I felt the cum-pressure again in my balls, which Mr. Sucker was licking. When he stuck his tongue into my asshole again, it was just too much for me. My load just powered out of the HUGE cock deep into Mr. Beauybutt. He was now carrying my DNA. I kissed him, and ran my tongue around his mouth. As I kissed him, I felt his own cock thrash against my abdomen and start spilling out warm liquid. We kissed and kissed until we caught out breath. Meanwhile Mr. Sucker was sitting on the towel, jerking furiously. I watched as he brought in his own gusher. We all looked at each other in satiated comradeship. Then we grabbed our towels and headed for the showers. 

I drove home in a warm glow. Maybe I wouldn't try fucking Leona tonight. I had just cum twice. It might be prudent to wait until tomorrow night.


Huge Boobs with Bad Attitude



"These aren't on the menu buddy! Only the refills are free," snapped 19 year old Giselle Potter, as she caught yet another onlooker staring unashamedly at her gigantic teenage titties as they were molded into her skin-tight Mamma Mia's Pizza white tee shirt with the restaurant's name stretched widely across her colossal endowments. It didn't help matters that Giselle's 5'4 elfin body made her mammoth boobs look completely disproportion with the rest of her slim body. Her tits hung low, just barely grazing the top of her naval. Her Mamma Mia's Pizza shirt was tapered inside her black jeans which made it appear as if she was smuggling over-sized cantaloupes. "... So, is there anything else I can help you with, pervert!?" The middle age man gawking quickly returned to his seat with a noticeable hard on.

"Fuck Viagra! If his ol lady wants to get his dick up, all she has to do is bring him here to see you," jokingly commented Joyce, one of Giselle's co-workers.

"Fucking old perv," Giselle replied. "Just another ordinary day in my life."

"Well, if I had huge fucking tits like you, I don't think I would be working at a pizza shop. Heard some titty bars are hiring," ribbed Joyce.

"Hey bitch! Are you trying to get rid of me just because the men come in here to see me and these fuck ton melons and not you?" sternly responded Giselle. "Besides, I would if I could if I had someone to baby-sit my son at nights. I would definitely be making a lot more money shaking my floppy cans then I do in this dump. And that's just in tips."

"Gosh, sorry. Didn't mean to touch a nerve," said an apologetic Joyce.

"Holy fuck, I need a joint... If you're truly sorry, then you'll take over for me while I go puff one," said Giselle.

"Its Saturday night! We're swamp with customers. Besides, didn't Mr. Alderman get on you the last two times he caught you smoking weed? I think he said he would fire you if he catches you again," warned Joyce.

"Fuck that old decrepit motherfucker! He doesn't have the balls to fire me. He knows my ginormous boobs are putting money in his pockets and food in his family's mouths because its sure as hell not this god awful pizza," angrily replied Giselle. "I'll be back in fifteen before he even knows I'm gone."

Giselle took off her apron and headed towards the kitchen to escape into the alley. She felt the many lingering pervert eyes of old and young males watching her as she walked by but mainly at her immense 34 double GG cup bazongas as they bobbed and swayed like heavy gigantic spheres do under her taut shirt.

As mention before, Giselle had a short, well toned and petite womanly figure with colossal breasts you would only find within the pages of big boob magazines or off the Internet. Add on that she was incredibly gorgeous and not just a pair of gargantuan tits with legs. 

Giselle was pretty enough to be a model if it wasn't for those hooters and her bad attitude. Her skin was ivory white and unblemished. Her gorgeous sapphire colored eyes gave her a porcelain doll look with the exception of the heavy dark eyeliner she loved wearing. She had thin yet long ruby-red lips and her straight flowing hair stop a few inches pass her neck with a mixture of light and dark browns colors.

"Fuck!" Giselle exclaimed... "I just remembered I had smoked my last joint last night."

Giselle disappointment didn't last long as Dexter, another Mamma Mia employee who had just clocked out of his shift, came across Giselle standing in the alleyway.

"Hey Dex... You done for tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why is that any of your concern, Melon smuggler," the snobby 28 year old nastily replied.

Out of all the employees Giselle worked with, she didn't get along with Dexter Runnels the most. He was a self-centered, arrogant prick who continuously made fun of Giselle and played pranks on her. The worse practical joke he played on her was throwing a bucket of ice cold water on her while she wore a yellow Mamma Mia's Pizza tee shirt. The wet tight shirt clung to her enormous knockers and lucky for her, only her huge lacy brassiere was showing through. The cruel nicknames Dexter made up for her tits were worse then any name she had been called in high school.

"Chill the fuck out Dex. Don't have a fucking heart attack. I just wanna smoke some weed and I know you must have some," Giselle replied.

"Queen Sandbags wants some weed, from me?" he responded carefree.

"I'm stressed out. I'm exhausted. I don't get off until another two hours and I really need a hit right now," she pleaded.

"Oh really. What's in it for me?" Dexter wasting no time in asking for a favor.

"Ha! You get nothing. Keep your stupid joint. I'm sure someone else can give me one."

"Ha! Not likely. Stu is out of town and he and I are the only ones besides you who smokes weed here and I've seen you go without smoking weed. Not pretty. I'm your only connection. Take it or leave it Sugar Tits."

With a stern look on her face, Giselle thought for a moment.

"What the fuck do you want in return for one joint?" she asked.

"God Giselle... There are so many things that I want and I'm looking at two of them right now," Dexter said, referring to her overly large knockers.

"Excuse me??"

"I know I rag on you about them a lot but damn, those are some pretty big motherfuckers! I'm still a man. A very horny man who has been dying to get a look at those huge fucking tits since you got hired here. So what do you say?"

Giselle was ready to waffle Dexter with a right hook and a knee to his ball sack but she desperately wanted a joint.

"Okay.. I'll show them to you for a joint," she said.

"Show them to me? Do you know how much weed cost? How illegal is it to be carrying this shit is? I just don't want to see them. I want to touch them. I want to grope them. I want to bury my face in them and suffocate for a little while. I want to slide my dick in between those humongous suckers and titty-fuck you so hard that they'll fly up into you face and knock you unconscious. I want the works baby," Dexter implied.

Giselle wasn't the least bit surprised at Dexter's request.

"Goddamn fucking pervert... Your little pecker couldn't handle these babies but fine... Weed first though!"

"Sure, whatever," Dexter agreed indifferent. "Lets go to my van and get blazed."

Dexter made Giselle sick to her stomach just by his annoying presence but she had to admit, he was a bit cute in a goofy, gamer, computer hacker kind of way. 

At 5'10, Dexter had a nerdish type look with dark brown hair and dreamy light blue eyes. Joyce, their co-worker, actually admitted to Giselle that she had a crush on him. He flirted with Joyce from time to time but he also flirted with beautiful female costumers. Giselle couldn't figure out why he ragged on her more then other employees but at this point, she was willing to do anything to smoke a joint to calm her nerves and make it through the rest of the busy work night. 

She followed Dexter back to his van that was parked right out behind the pizza restaurant. Once they entered through the back, Dexter wasted no time in pulling out a big stash of marijuana.

"Christ! That is a huge fucking stash!" Giselle said astonished.

"That's not the only thing I got huge, Balloon Tits and I'll be showing you that in just a bit," he sleazily replied.

"Fuck you toad and let me get my smoke on."

"As you wish, Jugs."

For the next 20 minutes or so, the two got incredibly stoned. Giselle was so baked over, she forgot she was still on the clock and Joyce was covering for her. She was so relaxed and laid back after smoking a few joints that she kicked off her shoes and laughed at some of Dexter's corny jokes. 

During the majority of the time while Giselle got stoned, Dexter ogled at her massive round orbs. His cock was fully erected gazing at them as they rested upon the tops of her thighs while she sat Indian style in the back of his van. He enjoyed the lewd showcase of her immense tits as they jiggled and bounced with her frenetic laughter. His dick was ready to pop through the seams of his jeans and Giselle was too stoned to notice. 

Suddenly, Dexter took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her. To his utter surprise, Giselle didn't resist. Instead, she grabbed his face and held it close as she returned the kiss. She even stuck her tongue in his mouth.

After two minutes of lustful kissing, Giselle pulled back and took a hit of her joint. It turned Dexter on even more as he observed this amazingly hot girl with ridiculously huge knockers smoking a joint.

"Holy fuck, you have huge tits!" he said, as he licked his lips and ogled them. "They can't possibly be real."

"They are real..." Giselle responded intoned. "Why don't you take my shirt off and see for yourself?"

Giselle stood up on her knees in front of her horny co-worker. Without a second thought, Dexter reached over into Giselle's pants, pulled her tight Mamma Mia shirt out, and lifted it over her head. He grasped and his eyes immediately became fixated on truly the largest pair of tits he had ever encounter. Dexter was more of an ass and legs kind of guy but he would never pass up the opportunity to bone a chick with monster boobs. The biggest he had the pleasure of playing with were D cups and Giselle without a doubt, had a much bigger pair.

"Oh my fucking god!" Dexter grasped, as his dick throbbed with anticipation of removing the gigantic harness of a brassiere that housed Giselle's extraordinary flesh bags. Her massive black and red lacy bra, that was tailor made to confine such enormous heavy breasts, was literally laboring to contain them as swelling boob flesh poured from the tops and the sides. They hung nearly to Giselle's waist even in the custom-fitted contraption. "My god! Not even playboy models had tits this damn big." 

"You know, they look much bigger with the bra off," Giselle replied, still extremely baked as she reached behind her back and fondled with the multiple hooks. Abruptly, the bra fell to the van floor and Giselle's humongous tits hung-heavy and generously on her body and loomed massively in front of her. It took everything Dexter had not to cream his jeans.

"Holy fuck! Those things are totally fucking real and totally fucking huge!" he exclaimed. Her pendulous breasts were truly colossal in their proportion, swelling out in gigantic gourds-shapes with big pink-colored areolas and thick, swollen nipples, a darker shade of pink that pointed lewdly in Dexter's face. 

Dexter's cock was beyond raging hard as he reached forward and took a hefty boob in each hand, blown away and reveling in how their soft yielding flesh overflowed from his palms and between his long boney fingers and feeling their considerable weight. His thumbs bushed over her swollen nipples and all Giselle could do was threw her head back and moaned to his touch. "Hmmmm."

"These fucking tits feel absolute amazing and so fucking heavy and plump!" Dexter praised. "Man Sugar tits, I'm going to enjoy cumming on these bitches, but first I have to taste them."

He bounced the mighty soft breasts in his palms a bit before decreasing down and taking one of her thick teats between his dry crusty lips. His lips pressed hard against her bumpy areola as he vigorous sucked and chewed on her pointy nipple, all while he squeezing both of her heavy hangers. Giselle pulled his head into her big chest and nearly smothered Dexter with the gigantic tit he was enjoyably feasting on. She stroked the back of his head and moaned as his tongue did tricks to her hard engorged nipple she never felt before.

"The other one," she shamelessly moaned.

Dexter hungrily and happily moved his face across the spongy expanse of her pendulous udder to her other distended nipple and gave it the same oral treatment. He took the entire areola into his mouth, sucking on it while his tongue worked over the nipple. Giselle was one of those girls who loved to have her nipples sucked as it made her very wet. She cried out in pleasure as Dexter squeezed her giant floppy bags of flesh together and swapped between sucking both of them.

In the heat of the moment, tiny dibbles of milk trickled from her inflamed nipples.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," moaned an in shock Dexter, as he stopped his sucking for a moment to admire the dribbles of milk leaking from her nipples and down to the bottoms of her plump breasts. "The true definition of milk bags, huh Mambo Melons." 

Dexter licked and lapped up the leaking milk off her milk-laden breasts before sucking one of her milky nipples into his mouth. 

As if sucking on a pair of immeasurable breasts didn't make him extremely horny already, he was rewarded with milk from when Giselle was pregnant with her son. Giselle herself wasn't even expecting this as she had never had a man drink her milk before. She grasped and moaned as Dexter drank her sweet teen titty milk. 

More milk pour out from her breasts into Dexter's ravenous mouth as he squeezed and sucked them intensely. Giselle was close to cumming from having her tits milked. It was beyond any sexual prowess she ever felt and experience before and Dexter was beyond ready to explode in his jeans but he held out and wanted to store up enough cum to icing her tits.

In what seemed like forever sucking Giselle's giant floppy teen milk bags and drinking her sweet milk, Dexter reluctantly pulled his face away from her big chest and her dangling milk-laden cantaloupes to finally let his hard raging cock out for some air. He threw off his shirt that had several small milk specks on it, kicked off his mountain boots, and in one foul swoop, took off his jeans and underwear briefs. 

Giselle, still stoned out of her mind but really horny, found out that Dexter wasn't kidding when he said he had something else huge in his van. Her eyes were fixated on his big hard throbbing cock, long and thick with golf-ball sizes testicles sagging beneath. The head of his cock pulsed angry red.

"You know what. Before I fuck those fat mountains of yours and give your face a health dose of my protein juice, I think my cock needs a little bit of lubrication," Dexter said.

Dexter moved in close to Giselle's pretty oval-shaped face and she didn't resist taking his big hard dick into her mouth. He immediately loss himself in pleasure, throwing his head back and sighing in relief as her warm wet mouth felt so inviting. Giselle had her soft lips clamped down on his dick firmly, moving back and forth across the stiff staff lodged her mouth in classic bobbing style. Her tongue swirled all over his thick meat each time she pushed his cock between her lips and reached areas of his cock Dexter hasn't felt in a long time. Her prodigiously gigantic breasts slowly began swaying heavy beneath her with milk slowly dribbling from her engorged nipples.

Dexter moaned and groaned as Giselle quicken her sucking. She bobbed her head swiftly with saliva dribbling from the sides of her mouth. The sounds of her wet mouth bobbing on his cock and massive milk-laden breasts slapping against her skin filled the van. 

Giselle unexpectedly pulled her mouth off his wet cock and suckled on his long balls. She held onto his ass as her tongue and mouth worked over his balls. She sucked one after another and occasional stuffed the whole nut sack in her mouth and savored the musky taste. After 3 to 4 minutes of wetly devouring his balls, she lodged his big dick back into her mouth.

Dexter grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face further into his musky shaggy crotch. Giselle's nose was practically pressed up against his flat stomach and her chin against his balls as her mouth took all 9 ½ inches of his thick meat. Giselle's throat and tongue worked his cock until her gagging reflexes kicked in. Her heavy eyeliner began running down her face as her eyes started tearing up from gagging. Dexter released her head to allow her to come up for air. His hard cock was covered and dripping in her saliva.

"Not a bad cocksucker Giselle. I always knew your mouth was good for something other then just running it," he grunted.

"You're such an asshole," Giselle chuckled, still obviously stoned.

"Speaking of asshole, I never had a rim job before. You can be the first to give me one," Dexter commanded. "I heard its very stimulating. Lay on your back while I sit on your face."

Giselle shrugged her shoulders and laid down on her back. Her swollen titties laid heavy on top of her and divided across her chest and drooped over to her sides. Dexter was insanely turned on by the tremendous view.

"God, those bitches are so fucking big!" he gasped. He held his throbbing cock in his hand as he straddled himself over Giselle's face. He lowed himself down so that his knees were on the outside of her arms and his ass was directly in her face. "Spread them and give it a good licking."

Giselle spread his ass cheeks apart. His asshole was surrounded by a small patch of peach fuzz. She stuck her tongue inside his asshole and maneuvered it in and out like she was fucking him. She kneaded his ass cheeks while she licked up and down and around and in his asshole. 

Dexter was on cloud 9 as he moaned and groaned getting his asshole licked for the first time. It was an oral sensation he had never felt before. His cock grew harder in his hand as it stroked it steadily. His cum-filled balls jiggled on top of Giselle's forehead with the lower half of her face buried between his ass cheeks.

Her warm pink tongue invaded his asshole, pushing deep into his dirty anal cavity and used the tip of her tongue to penetrate his pulsing asshole. It send chills urging through Dexter's quivering body as he moaned loud enough to the point where anyone in the back alley could hear him. 

Giselle pulled her tongue out but kept her lapping at his filthy asshole. Dexter was closely on the verge of cumming from this new sexual experience but he didn't want to spoil giving Giselle the biggest facial he ever mustered.

"Oh fuck! No yet!" he cried, as he leaped off Giselle's face. "That felt great by the way. As much as I wanted to cum, we're not done yet."

Dexter walked back down to Giselle's feet and started undoing her jeans.

"I know you've become fucking wet from all this," he commented. "I can smell your juices."

Still stoned out of her mind, Giselle just giggled. She didn't object as Dexter managed to get her pants and cotton panties off leaving her just in her plain white socks. His huge dick was harder then ever seeing her nearly-trimmed brown-haired wet pussy.

"How about a little taste test before I dive in."

Dexter spread her thighs apart and planted his face into her warm snatch. He rapidly drilled his tongue into her wet cunt and found her clitoris. He merciless nibbled and sucked on it which started driving Giselle wild. She sat up on her elbows with her heavy milk-filled chest pillows spread marvelously across her chest and watched her prick of a co-work chomp on her pussy. Her body twitched each time his tongue made contact with her sensitive clit and caused her enormous melons to wobble and sway invitingly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Giselle cried out, as her body began squirming under the heavy assault of Dexter's tongue between the soft wet folds of her pussy. Her pussy was tight and soaking wet as all hell as Dexter continuously teased her clitoris with his tongue and teeth. She began humping his face as his tongue rapidly licked the inside of her cunt and clitoris. The sensation of having her pussy licked almost brought her to an orgasm and before she could cum, Dexter stopped his assault.

He sat up, held his pulsing dick in his hand and guided it inside her. Dexter gasped as he felt her tight drenched pussy fit around his throbbing meat snugly. A wave of pleasure swept through his body as he mounted on top of her, penetrating the depths of her cunt and started thrusting. 




Huge



"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. What's your name?"

"Gordon," I answered. "Gordon is fucking you with his HUGE new cock. You like Gordon's HUGE new cock?"

"Oh, yes, Gordon. Yes. I love your HUGE new cock. Let me keep it inside me forever. Fuck me. Fuck me." 

"Oh, yeah, baby. I'm fucking you. I'm gonna give you my Gordon sperm. You may have had this cock before, but you never had my Gordon sperm. You want my Gordoncum?"

"Shoot your cum into my ass. I want your Gordoncum. Give me your Gordoncum. I'll keep it inside me till the day I die."

"Liar," I laughed, squeezing him. "It'll be gone by tomorrow."

"Then you'll just have to keep filling me up." He slammed his ass against my balls. The bells started ringing again. They were accompanying the angel chorus. I felt a scorching in my long tube.

"Yes. Yes. I feel it. Shoot it. Shoot it." He kept slamming his ass onto my pubic bone, and tightening his muscles as he drew off, squeezing my sensitive dick in his talented channel.

My cum blasted out and coated his asstunnel. I humped him for another couple of minutes, and when my cock became pliant again, I slowly withdrew it. My cum spilled out of his now-gaping hole, and ran over his taut cheeks and down his legs. I stuck my finger in his wet ass and made digital love to it.

"Oh, Gordon. Thank you. Thank you. This has been so wonderful for me. You just can't know."

"You think it hasn't been wonderful for me?" I asked. "I think my cock is in love with your ass. My cock loves your ass. It wants to live in your ass. Forever and ever and ever."

He turned around and we were facing each other. Suddenly we were kissing. A mad passionate kiss. My tongue was all over his sweet mouth.

"Oh, honey, honey," I chanted.

He sucked my lips. He patted my cheek. He reached down and held my cock for dear life. "I love you. I love you. I wish you could be mine," he breathed longingly

I started to think. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. I already knew my cock loved his ass, and now I realized that I loved him. Life is so strange. To think that a dead man's penis could lead me to the love of my life. Maybe the lawn mower thing was no accident. Maybe it was meant to be. Fate. A divine plan. Maybe everything had happened so that I would meet Ralph and we would love each other. Forever and ever and ever. I turned my eyes heavenward. "Thank you, father," I said softly.

I did go home. But over the next few weeks, I knew there would never be anything for Leona and me. I told her that she should find a man who could love her, who could fuck her. I told her that I was impotent now, and it wasn't fair to her. She cried. She protested. But I insisted on being noble. She loved cock and she should have it. Finally we agreed to separate and to divorce. 

I gave her the house, and a nice settlement. When I packed my bags and loaded them into the car, she asked me sadly, "where will you go?"

"I'm going to be staying with a friend," I said. "I'll get in touch with you." She nodded and went back into the house. As I drove off, I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed the handsome gardener riding the lawn mower. Spectacular guy. Great ass. My cock twitched. "Now stop that," I thought. "You have Ralph. Try to be faithful. Don't be like Harvey. After all, Harvey got shot."

I pulled into the driveway at Ralph's house and got out of the car. I carried my suitcases up the front path, onto the front porch. The door opened. There was Ralph, standing in the hallway, welcoming me. I was barely in the front door, when he threw himself on me and we started kissing like a couple of lovesick kids. 

I reached down and planted my palms around his bubbly cheeks. Suddenly my cock sprang forward. I heard a ripping. Oh, no. Not again. I looked down and there was my stiff cock sticking through a jagged tear. Oh, hell. There goes another pair of pants.

Ralph fell to his knees in front of me and began to worship my impetuous warrior. "This is the cock that I love," he said. "Look at that beautiful freckle." He licked it. I ran my fingers through his thick brown hair, and spoiled his coiffure.

"Let me see your ass," I said.

He turned away from me and lowered his lower garments. There were those bouncy-ball buttcheeks. I wanted them. I wanted to fuck them again. Right now.

He bent over, and I spit on my dick and shoved it in.

"AAACCCHHH, What a cock. What a great cock," he rhapsodized. "It's HUGE. It's so HUGE. And it's mine again."