42 comments/ 94146 views/ 32 favorites Camping With a Size Queen By: LynnGKS No sooner had I secured the tent and got my belongings inside than what had been a light rain suddenly turned into a downpour. Fall weather! The temperature must have dropped ten degrees and the wind had picked up big time. It was a good thing I decided to camp here after seeing that rain cloud. No way could I have made it those last few miles down the mountain to the parking lot where I had left my car. My name is Paul Rogers and my recreation is hiking, a sport my wife hates. About once or twice a month I load my stuff into a big backpack and head out alone into the wilderness for a long weekend of fun. Fortunately this Sunday evening I had decided to set up my tent on a hilltop several miles from where I had parked my car on Friday and now I was in my sleeping bag warm and comfortable listening to the rain pounding the tent. I remembered my Mom when I was a child tucking me in bed on a cold night and saying I was "as snug as a bug in a rug." Well, I felt that way now. I'm forty years old, happily married, a very successful broker, and I have a handsome pair of twin boys in high school. I felt very lucky as I lay warm and comfortable thinking about my life. Suddenly my peaceful reverie was shattered by a loud female voice spitting out epithets like a drunken sailor. I hastily turned on my lantern and raised the tent flap to look out. I saw a water soaked and very angry gal, wet hair streaming down over her face. She dropped a soggy backpack on the ground and knelt down in the pouring rain by my tent. "Jesus," she said. "Everything I have is soaking wet. I tried to jump that damn stream back there when the rain started and I fell in. Shit! I'm freezing!" "Get under this tent flap," I said, propping up the flap with a pole. "At least you're out of the rain," I added. "Yeah and freezing my ass off," she said, shivering. "Jesus it's cold." "I have a towel if you want to dry off." "A towel won't do any good the way I'm soaked," she said. "I gotta get out of these wet clothes and I got nothing dry to put on." She started unbuttoning her shirt and then looked at my lantern. "Turn that damn thing off. I'm gonna get naked." I turned off the lantern and watched in the dim light as she continued to take off her wet clothes. Flashes of lightning from time to time revealed a very attractive body in various stages of undress. She was about my age, but I couldn't tell much more than that. After her clothes were off I handed her the towel and she dried herself, crouching under the tent flap and shivering in the cold. "Get in this sleeping bag," I said. "You're freezing!" She crawled into my warm sleeping bag. I usually slept naked and tonight was no exception. Grabbing the tent pole I zipped the flap closed as she snuggled up against my warm body. "Damn that feels good," she said. "Thank you!" She snuggled closer and I felt a pair of very cold tits press against my chest. She put her cold belly against mine and tangled her long legs with mine to get heat from my body. I put my arms around her to warm her up. We lay together quietly for several minutes as her naked body slowly gained heat. It was at least ten minutes before she stopped shivering and felt warm in my arms. Finally she spoke. "Well I guess I can't blame YOU for THAT," she said with a chuckle. "It's MY fault, not yours." It was only then that I realized that I had developed a throbbing erection, which was pressing tightly against her belly. "Perhaps I should introduce myself," she said. "I'm Pricilla Foster, usually known as Prissy. I live in Woodsville with my husband and two daughters. My girls go to Woodsville High." "I'm Paul Rogers," I said. "My wife Liz and I have twin boys who also go to Woodsville High." "I'll be damned!" Prissy said. "You mean Harry and Larry? The twins that have a line of girls following them around the school?" I nodded, my face close to hers in the dark. I hadn't realized that my boys had a female following. Suddenly she rubbed her belly against mine and my hard cock rolled as she moved. Then she laughed softly. "I guess it's true what the girls at school say," Prissy said. "What's true?" I asked. "The word is out that Harry and Larry are hung like stallions. And if what I'm feeling against my belly is hereditary then they certainly are." I began to apologize hastily and pulled back so my erection wasn't pressing against her. She grabbed my hips and pulled me close to her again, laughing. "You have nothing to apologize for. A woman strips down buck naked and crawls in bed with you and shoves her beaver up close and any real man is gonna respond. And from what's pressing on my belly I can feel that you are a REAL MAN!" She seemed interested in my dick, which was obviously interested in her. It felt very comfortable against her belly. I rubbed my hand down her back to her waist and then cupped her ass. It was a nice ass. Suddenly, she just took charge! She reached up and grabbed my cheek and turning my head she gave me a big wet kiss. Then she rolled on her back, spread her legs and pulled me between them. She reached down and guided me into her and then slammed that beaver up against me, took me deep with a grunt, and started pumping her ass. "God that thing is big!" Prissy said, as we started to fuck in the pitch-black darkness. THAT was a surprise, I thought. I hadn't even seen her face in daylight and suddenly I was fucking the bitch. There was thunder and lightening and the heavy rain droned steadily down on the tent, as we fucked comfortably and steadily like an old married couple. Prissy grunted as she pumped her hips and she was a screamer. As I felt her contractions start I heard a loud scream that pierced the dark and deserted wilderness like the cry of a banshee. That pussy got real tight and squeezed out my juice. We rested a bit and then fucked again and we were both dripping in sweat when we finally went to sleep, the rain still pounding the tent. I awoke the next morning with bright sunlight shining through a couple of small vinyl windows on the tent. The rain had long ago stopped. I rose up on my elbow and looked down at Prissy. It was my first chance to see her face. My movement awakened her and she smiled up at me. She was a very beautiful woman – brunette, about my age. Then she giggled and said, "If that's a piss hard on pushing against my thigh, I'll be happy to help you get rid of it." Jesus! This woman was insatiable! "That won't be an unavoidable accident between two strangers in the dark," I said. "No," she answered. "It'll be flat out adultery but I got a feeling it'll be well worth the guilt trip." My dick rose to the occasion. After a brief rest we got out of the sleeping bag and crawled out of the tent, naked in the bright sunlight. Prissy had a great body! She was about five-six and one hundred twenty pounds with lovely tits that had only a slight sag of maturity. Her beaver was dark and very hairy, matching her long brunette hair. She had great legs. As I studied her body I saw her eyes exploring mine, an exploration that started with my very hairy chest and finished with her staring at my uncircumcised cock, which was now flaccid but hung proudly as always. "Jesus that thing is beautiful," she said. "And it's fat! Last night it felt like it was a foot long and I been easy meat for guys hung like that since college." As she stared at my cock I realized I had met this kind of bitch before - several in college and a couple after I got married. She was a size queen! Show these gals a big one and they spread their legs. They wanted a dick that would reach up to their cervix. My wife Liz enjoyed my dick but she was NOT a size queen and I was very glad about that. Who wants to marry a gal that any guy can fuck if his dick is big enough. Prissy was obviously still turned on by my dick. She kept staring at it and finally walked over and took it in her hand and started to stroke it. I gradually developed another hard on. Slowly and sensuously she pulled my heavy foreskin back to expose the bulbous head of my dick, purple in the sunlight, and then pulled it down again, over and over. "That thing's gotta be a foot long," she mumbled softly as though talking to herself, never taking her eyes off of my erect cock. Her mind may have been playing tricks on her but she only missed by a half inch. I was not a foot long. I knew for sure because I had measured it almost every day as I grew up hoping to achieve that enviable length – that magic foot-long dick. I never quite did. I had always been just a half-inch short of that teen-age dream! "You wanna do me again?" Prissy whispered hoarsely, still stroking my erection. What the hell I thought. Fuck her! I'd found a size queen about three years into my marriage and enjoyed several months of eager pussy while Liz was busy with the young twins. Then a few years ago it happened again, only this time Liz found out and we had a long talk about size queens. Liz realized that the gal had gone all out to seduce me and she wanted to keep our family together so I was forgiven after I promised not to do it again. It looked like I was about to break that promise. She came into my arms and began tickling the curly hair on my chest. Then she put her face against that hair and rubbed her cheek softly against me. She put her beaver on my thigh and started to hump and I felt her moisture. Shit! She was turning into a slut as I held her in my arms. Fucking married women was more fun I thought, as I remembered my first one. One of the size queens I had pleasured in college began to date my roommate, a close friend since high school. When he was accepted to Med school she figured he'd make a good husband so she married him. Unfortunately he didn't "measure up" to her needs so she turned to me again. That's the first time I felt that special thrill of fuckin another man's wife. That poor bastard never found out that for most of our senior year I was pounding the pussy he thought was private. That's why I was eager to meet Prissy's husband. It's more fun when you know the guy whose wife you're fuckin. "I'll do all the work," she said softly. Shit! Cowboy! Those beautiful tits would be bouncing and giggling only inches from my face! I thought briefly about how long this would last before Liz found out or Prissy got enough big dick and felt guilty. Then taking her arm I escorted her back into the tent and let her climb onto the object of her desires. I made sure to get the head of my cock all the way up to her cervix where I knew she wanted it. She came off real quick as she pounded me hard. That was a lot of fuckin in twelve hours for a forty year old man but that pussy was eager and very user friendly. Lying together afterward we made a date to go camping together in two weeks and she reminded me of an upcoming PTA meeting where I could meet her husband Bruce and she could meet my wife. The PTA meting a few days later was a chance to meet Bruce and for them to meet Liz. It went well and we had dinner at their home the next night. Liz and Prissy had several lunches at the club and we got to know them well. I began to take a few extra camping trips to "watch the seasonal change of the leaves" and Prissy and I got to be passionate lovers, each enjoying the other and learning all those little things that make a sexual relationship successful. We also talked in detail about her relationship with Bruce, who knew she was a size queen. She hoped to keep our affair secret but she was not afraid of what would happen if he found out. She kept assuring me that she could "handle him." "I handled him before and I can handle him again," she had said. "Just threaten to leave him and take the girls and he'll cave." I wished at that moment that I could say the same thing about Liz. But no way! Liz would frost my balls if she found out I'd done it again! We had them over to our house for a Sunday in the sun and their two daughters enjoyed showing off their bikinis in front of our twins. It looked to me like our boys were in line for a little friendly fun if they played their cards right. They went on several double dates and when my boys began to indicate a preference for the big Lexus SUV instead of the smaller sports sedan I figured there had to be a reason. I played golf with Bruce at the club several times. I wanted to make friends with him because that made it more fun to fuck his wife. And if I was gonna be fuckin his wife regular I wanted to keep a close relationship with Bruce. One Thursday afternoon we had a good round of golf and headed for the showers. Bruce and I finished our showers and stepped into the alcove where our lockers were, drying off with big fluffy white towels. I couldn't help noticing his dick, which was average size. My cock was swinging freely as always and there was no doubt that even flaccid it was a big one. Bruce looked down at my cock and then rapidly did a double take. He stared at it for a moment and then his face flashed an expression of discovery, as though he had suddenly figured out something he'd been wondering about. He looked me in the eye and in a calm, matter of fact tone of voice he said, "You're fucking my wife aren't you!" How the hell had he figured that out I wondered? All he knew was that I had a big dick. Maybe this had happened to him before. Well that didn't matter now. He had figured right. If Prissy wasn't worried I guess I shouldn't be either. I told myself to stay calm and act like I was in complete control. I looked back at him in a warm and friendly way, stepped closer and smiled. Then I nodded and said softly, "You're right Bruce. I'm fucking your wife." Immediately his face registered total helplessness as if he simply accepted an unfortunate reality. Prissy was right about their relationship. She had him wimped! I just told him I was fucking his wife and he acted like there was nothing he could do about it. He must have long ago given up any thought that he could control his wife's sexual activity. He had to let her have her way or split up his family and his daughters were too important to him to lose. He continued calmly asking me questions. There was no anger at all in his voice. He was simply seeking information. "I wondered about that PTA meeting she made me attend," he said. "You must have been the one that gave her dry clothes three months ago when she fell into that overflowing mountain stream. You fucked her that rainy night!" I nodded, once again reminding myself that I was the dominant male. Stay in control I told myself but let him know you're his friend. "Then two weeks later you went camping the same weekend she did. You camped together and you fucked all weekend." I nodded again, silently, remembering that marathon weekend of fucking. As I stood naked in the locker room, I could almost hear again her screaming orgasms that echoed through those dark woods. "And all those extra camping trips she's been taking to hike the mountains and see the change of seasons. Those have really been fucking trips for you and her." Again I nodded silently. There had been a lot of fuckin – one hell of a lot. And it was really eager pussy and that horny bitch was still hungry for my cock. Bruce was just about to figure all that out in the next few minutes. "You been fuckin her regular for three months." "Yes Bruce," I said softly, making eye contact. "I've been fucking your wife regular for three months." He couldn't hold the eye contact. He dropped his eyes submissively and stared down at the floor. Then he mumbled helplessly, almost whispering, "And unless I break up our family, you're gonna keep on fuckin her aren't you." As I nodded I felt sorry for the poor bastard. He'd been through this with his wife before and by now he knew with certainty that he really had no choice. I could almost see his head working, telling him that I was gonna fuck his wife as much as I wanted to and there was not a damn thing he could do about it because she was hungry for a big dick. I didn't have to say it – he knew it. As I had that thought I felt a sudden increase in my own sexual arousal. His helplessness was turning me on! Jesus! This was a completely new feeling - a feeling that I never had before. I was aroused as I watched the manhood slowly drain out of him. He looked out at the ceiling in the distance and spoke softly, almost like he was talking to himself. "I've been through this before. Each time it lasted several months before she had enough of some big blue-veined monster to satisfy her. There was nothing I could do about it. Nothing at all! She needs a big one every now and then." Involuntarily I looked down at my flaccid dick and noticed the network of blue veins. Big ones are different from little ones I thought. Guys know it. Gals know it. And for some gals, like Prissy, it makes a very big difference. I looked at Bruce's dick, which had now shriveled up to a small nubbin. My own dick began to tingle as Bruce continued to talk softly to some one on the ceiling. "Every time it happened it only lasted a few months and then she felt guilty at what she was doing and quit. She was always very nice to me afterward, but it really hurt me when she was doing it, even though I knew she couldn't help it." "Each time I just did what I had to do for my family," he continued. "And I'll do it again. I HAVE to do it again. I got no choice," he said, this time louder, with resolution and determination. Then softly he added, "The girls must never find out their mother is a whore. NEVER! No matter what I have to do." He continued to stare at the ceiling in the distance silently for several minutes. Then he looked at me and speaking almost timidly he said, "You were planning to fuck her tonight at my place while our kids were at the movies and I was at the lodge meeting, weren't you?" "Yes Bruce, that's what your wife asked me to do," I said. "But I'm not sure that's wise." "Not wise? What do you mean?" "What if the kids decide to come home early - maybe to take a swim?" I asked sympathetically. "Someone's gotta be downstairs to intercept them so they don't come upstairs and catch us fucking." There was a long pause as Bruce figured out what I meant. He looked at the floor and then got a sick expression on his face like he had just been kicked in the testicles and was about to throw up. "Oh Jesus," he said whimpering and still staring submissively at the floor. "You want me to sit downstairs while you fuck my wife in my own bed. You want me to listen to her grunt working for an orgasm with you." Prissy has him properly wimped, I thought. I guess I'm gonna find out for sure right now. If I handle him right this poor bastard is gonna give me permission to fuck his wife. That will be a REAL turn on. There's nobody else in the locker room right now. Have your fun with him I told myself, but be gentle. I smiled a very friendly smile and put one hand on his shoulder. He was trembling. Leaning closer and speaking softly like a close friend I continued. "Look Bruce, lets get this out on the table so we both understand it. I'm your friend. I didn't seduce your wife – she seduced me. She keeps asking me to fuck her. Nights on the mountain are getting a little cold now so we're gonna fuck at your place. I admit I enjoy the pussy - but it's HER idea, not mine. Your wife's a size queen Bruce and any guy with a dick as big as mine can fuck her because he gives her something you can't." He looked down at my cock, which was now semi-erect. I was turning on as I talked to him about fuckin his wife. I had what was probably the biggest dick he had ever seen. He looked at his own shriveled little peter and then back at mine. Camping With a Size Queen He was now completely submissive. He stared at the floor and said softly, "I know that Paul. I know that. But she can't help it. She's just that way and I love her. I love her very much." "Then if you love her and don't want your daughters to find me in bed fuckin her you have to keep watch for us while we fuck," I said. "Face it Bruce. You know what you have to do. Just swallow your pride and do it. This won't last forever. It'll all be over in a month or two and she'll treat you real nice afterwards just like before." Bruce looked down again and stared at my genitals; this time for almost a full minute before he closed his eyes and bowed his head in total surrender. I could see the pornographic pictures in his head – a picture of me shoving that big blue-veined monster deep into his wife – a picture of my big low hanging balls slapping her in the ass as I fucked her. Prissy has wimped him real good I thought. He's gonna take it. He really is! And then I thought, Jesus this is fun! It's turning me on. Make him SAY it I thought. I wanna HEAR him say it. "So it's okay Bruce if I take your wife upstairs this afternoon and fuck her?" I asked softly, again putting my hand on his shoulder in a friendly way and leaning close as I spoke. He was silent for a moment, hesitating. I asked again. "She wants to fuck, Bruce. Is it okay if I fuck her?" A visible tremble went through his body and he looked up at me as if he had made a decision. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Helplessly, he mumbled, "Yes Paul, it's okay for you to fuck her. I'll keep watch. I don't want my daughters to catch you fucking their mother." Jesus it felt good to hear that. He's wimped, I thought. This is fun - just one last drop of manhood to drain out of him. "And it's okay if I keep on fuckin your wife regular whenever I want to?" He closed his eyes and nodded helplessly. I was getting a hard on. He nodded again and then almost pleadingly he looked me in the eye and said, "It's okay Paul. Fuck her anytime you want to. But Paul, please, you must never let my daughters find out that you're fuckin their mother." That was easier than I thought it would be but why the hell was it turning me on so much? I had never done this to man before. It gave me a sense of power. "Thank you Bruce," I said with a friendly smile. "I'm glad we got that settled. Prissy and I will be fuckin several times a week. And we'll be careful. But Bruce, you'll have to be there sometimes when we fuck to keep watch." When I realized that he had just given me permission to fuck his wife, I got a tingle in my pecker. I thought about fucking Prissy with her husband listening to her grunt. Shit! Only a pervert could enjoy doing that to this helpless wimp. I almost trembled as I realized that I was gonna ENJOY doing it. I was looking forward to it! What the hell was wrong with me? He stood there until he got control of himself. He looked down at my cock one more time and then he turned, dressed silently, and left for home with tears in his eyes. I felt ashamed and guilty driving over to their house. What the hell had I done to this poor guy? I made him give me permission to fuck his wife and now that poor wimp was crying because he loved her. Well, Prissy liked big dicks and she'd wimped the poor bastard so she could enjoy them, but I was as guilty as she was. It went off just as I had figured it would. When I got there, Prissy met me at the door with big smile on her face. "Bruce just told me all about it," she giggled enthusiastically. "You're right! I'd NEVER want the kids to catch us in bed. Bruce is SUCH a dear, keeping watch for us." She kissed Bruce on the cheek and said, "Thank you Dear. You're sweet. I appreciate this very much." Then she took my hand and led me up the stairs. Looking over my shoulder I saw Bruce pour a stiff drink. Well, I thought, what the hell else do you do when you're about to listen to your wife fuck the guy you just played golf with? As we entered the bedroom Prissy closed the door and said, "Thank you Paul for being so nice to Bruce. He told me all about it." "What did he say?" I asked. I didn't realize I had been so nice to him. "He said that after one look at your equipment he figured out you were fucking me. Like I told you, he's been through this before." Then she giggled and said, "He called it 'your equipment' and told me how impressed he was with the size of it." "Well he stared at it a lot," I said, laughing. "Bruce said he had never ever seen genitals as large as yours," she giggled. "He also said you were very nice and talked to him like a close friend, explaining why he had to keep watch while you and I were fucking." Then she giggled again and added, "He said you got a hard on!" "When a guy gives you permission to fuck his wife it affects your dick," I replied with a chuckle. "He gave you permission?" Prissy asked eagerly. "What did he say?" "I told him you wanted to fuck and I was gonna take you upstairs and fuck you and I asked him if that was okay. And he answered, 'Yes Paul, it's okay for you to fuck her. I'll keep watch.' His exact words! Your daughters are his major concern Prissy. He doesn't want them to know we're fucking." "Jesus," Prissy said. "And you got a hard on! It turned you on to talk to him about fucking his wife didn't it?" "It turned me on," I said. "And now something else is gonna turn me on." I walked over to the door and opened it wide. "Let's leave it open," I said. Looking down the staircase I could see the edge of the couch on which Bruce was sitting, not twenty feet away. Prissy grinned up at me and chuckled, "You filthy minded bastard. Making him listen to you fuck his wife! It's turning you on!" I grinned and nodded, then led her toward the bed. "You're a pervert!" Prissy whispered laughing. "First you make him give you permission to fuck me and then you make him listen to you do it. That's cruel! You should treat him nice. Bruce is a very nice guy. He loves me. He knows how much I need a big dick sometimes and he lets me enjoy it." I shook my head no and said, "He thinks you'll leave him and take the girls if he doesn't let you fuck whoever you want." "I know he thinks that. And I ... kinda ... well ... you know ... let him believe that. But I'd never leave him. I love him. I love our family. If he stood up like a man and told me I couldn't fuck some guy then maybe ... well ... maybe I wouldn't do it. Every time I fuck a new guy I halfway expect Bruce to do something but he never does. Face it Paul. He's a wimp." "Yeah and I'm glad," I said. "It makes fuckin you a lot easier. We don't have to sneak around." She began to undress and so did I. When we were naked she moved closer and began stroking my dick. I got a hard on and with a loud giggle Prissy said, "Damn! That thing is big!" She said it loud enough for her husband downstairs to hear. Then she stepped closer and whispered. "Did that turn you on? You perverted bastard! Does it turn you on to think about what Bruce is feeling right now, knowing I'm playing with your dick? Maybe that will make you a better fuck! I certainly hope so!" The bitch was inside my head. I went crazy fucking her, knowing her husband was listening. She was right. I WAS a pervert! But it was fun! I enjoyed her grunts and her yelling, "DO IT, DO IT DEEPER." She really liked the feel of my dick on her cervix. When her orgasm began I enjoyed the loud rhythmic screams matching each contraction. I was turned on by thinking about that helpless bastard downstairs having to sit there and listen, knowing full well that he was not man enough to do anything about it. After an unusually brief rest and a few whispered words I fucked her again and it seemed like an even better fuck than the first. We both worked up a sweat and as I pounded her I was turned on by the knowledge that her husband could hear the wet, rhythmic slap of our sweaty bodies coming together. Afterward as we lay breathing heavily she whispered, "You perverted bastard! You really ARE a better fuck when he's listening. That was fun! We'll have to fuck some more with him listening. I sure hope Bruce can take it." Me too I thought. I hope he's okay down there listening to me bring his wife off. We had a quick shower and headed downstairs together. Entering the living room I smiled at Bruce who was still sitting on the couch. Prissy said a bright, "Thank you Bruce" and kissed him on the cheek. I walked over and slapped him on the shoulder like a close friend and said, "Thank you Bruce." Prissy led me to the front door and I planted a big wet kiss on her lips followed by a big "Thank you Prissy." I looked over at that poor helpless bastard to wink as I left. But he wasn't looking at me. He was staring sadly at his freshly fucked wife. He loved her and I think he had been crying. For a moment I felt like a real asshole, then I told myself that if it wasn't me fuckin her she'd be fuckin another big dick and the guilt went away. I was late getting home but I explained to Liz that I had a couple of extra drinks with Bruce. That night as we went to bed I could tell that Liz was horny when she tickled what she always called her "favorite play-toy" to get me up. No matter what, I always had the energy to make love to this wonderful woman. I learned in college what she liked – a gentle stimulation of her clit using my pubic bone as I fucked her slowly. She wanted me to take my time "bringing her up to speed" as she said. I started out fuckin her softly, like a princess. She always whispered in my ear, "Do me baby, do me." As her arousal gradually increased she liked me to get faster and harder until just a minute or so before her orgasm I was pounding her like a whore and she was begging me to fuck her harder. Then that pussy just grabbed my cock like a strong hand and squeezed and she made soft animal sounds as I pumped my load into her. As we lay quietly embracing after our lovemaking I thought about how different women liked to be fucked differently. Prissy wanted it hard and deep up against her cervix. She got off very quickly that way. Most guys' dicks were not long enough to reach way up there which is what made her a size queen in the first place. Liz wanted it slow and gentle at first and her stimulation came mainly from rubbing her clitoris. You didn't need a long dick to do that. It was only after she was "up to speed" that she wanted to be pounded just before her orgasm. Other gals I'd met in college wanted it rough, almost like whores, and still others wanted to be fucked like proper ladies. Women were different and if a guy didn't figure that out he was not gonna be successful with the gals. Far too many guys thought that fucking was just vaginal masturbation. The gals I talked to all agreed that most guys just didn't know how to fuck. My Daddy had taught me well and it was about time that I began to teach my twins. If I taught them what they needed to know my boys would have a generous supply of pussy next year in college. I loved those guys and I went to sleep thinking about helping them learn to fuck. Everything went well for two months. Prissy and I fucked at her house in the master bedroom, often with Bruce downstairs listening. Poor guy, I wish he could learn to take it without crying. Bruce and I played golf regularly. I felt like I was developing a solid, friendly relationship with him. He simply ignored the fact that I was fucking his wife two or three times a week. But I did notice that he couldn't avoid looking at my genitals when we showered after golf. Every time he stared at that big swinging meat he got a helpless expression on his face, no doubt thinking about the pleasure it gave his wife. Our twins were dating their daughters regularly and early on I repeated what they laughingly called my "pill lecture." I told them that before they fucked a girl bareback they had to personally see that little circular pillbox with the birth control pills and the dates. I also told Prissy to double check that the gals were taking their pills. She was as interested as I was in the girls' regular menstrual periods. Me and my boys were all getting well-fucked regularly and the boys were doing the sisters what they called "tandem" which meant that each guy fucked both gals every time, trading the girls back and forth in that big Lexus with the seats folded up. I think they especially enjoyed the fact that one gal was a blond and the other was a brunette. Early one Wednesday afternoon I was fuckin Prissy in the master bedroom when we heard a noise in back. Looking out the window we saw my boys and her girls swimming in the pool. Obviously they had left school at lunchtime to come here and play on this unusually warm fall afternoon. We fucked a little more and then things got very quiet in back. Looking out again we saw that the kids were naked and doing more caressing than swimming. They got out of the water and headed for the pool house. "There's room in there to fuck," Prissy said. "And several big pads to keep the gals butts off the concrete." I laughed and said, "Well they'll have more space than doing it in the Lexus." Suddenly Prissy exclaimed almost in awe, "Your boys got hair on their chests and down their bellies just like you and Jesus look at those cocks! Each one's gotta be a foot long! No wonder the gals at school started those rumors – only they were not just rumors. Those guys are really hung! My girls are gonna get spoiled." Then she looked off in the distance and said softly, "I wonder what it's like to have TWO hairy guys that big at the same time!" "Are they bigger than me?" I asked. As we stood there looking out the window she reached down and grabbed my dick, which was now only semi-erect. Prissy dropped to her knees, pulled back my thick foreskin, and taking the head in her mouth she began to swirl her tongue furiously around it. I quickly got an erection. Taking my dick out of her mouth she smiled up at me waving my erection in the air. "Not now they're not bigger. Like father like sons." Suddenly the phone rang. Prissy, still holding my dick, grabbed the phone. It was Bruce who was trained to always call before he came home early. Prissy listened for a minute and then responded. "Paul's here. We're fuckin," she said casually. "Give us a half hour to finish up." After she hung up she looked at me and asked, "You want a blowjob?" "Hell no!" I said." Get down there and get those kids dressed." "I can't do that," Prissy objected. "Somebody's gotta do it," I said. "And I sure can't! How the hell do we explain ME being here?" "Okay, okay," she said, dropping my dick. "But they're gonna be fuckin!" "You've seen people fuck before. And figure out some story to tell Bruce about the kids. He doesn't know that my boys are banging his darling daughters. It's okay if I fuck his wife but he wants his daughters to stay virgins. I gotta get dressed and get out of here before the kids see me." I got home well fucked and ready for a drink before supper. Liz had promised me red snapper and her recipe with a little cheese on top was one of my favorites. The boys got home late. A couple of days later Prissy told me what had happened. It seems the kids were fuckin big time when she walked into the pool house. "I just stood there," she said. "I watched them fuck missionary for a while and they didn't notice me. The boys finished round one and were changing girls for round two when they saw me." "Both girls screamed together, 'Jesus Mom!' The guys stood up and looked scared." Prissy laughed loudly then added, "Those big dicks just collapsed like letting the air out of two long balloons. You should have seen them Paul. It was a riot." "I told them to get their bathing suits on and get in the pool because their father was coming home early," Prissy said. "Everything was okay when Bruce got home. But later on I gave the girls a lecture about big dicks. It was not needed because they had already figured out that they had to be real nice to the Rogers twins or else they were gonna end up with some average guy who had a skinny little six-incher." I laughed at the way Prissy described an average guy's cock as a "skinny little six-incher." Things were going well until one afternoon after a round of golf Bruce took me over to a corner booth where we had a little privacy instead of sitting at the bar as we usually did. We got our usual beer. "I need to talk Paul," he said as we sat down. "It's about Prissy." Things had been going well and I wondered what this was about. "I'm having a real problem Paul. This thing is not going like before," he said. "Bruce, you and I are friends and I want that to continue," I responded. "What do you mean things and not going like before? How did things go before?" "Prissy has fucked six guys that I know about maybe some I don't know about over the twenty years we have been married," he said. "As far as I know she's never fucked anybody longer than two or three months. You've been fucking her almost six months and I thought it would soon be over. But yesterday she said something that scared the hell out of me." "What did she say?" I asked. "Yesterday after you left," he said, "Prissy saw that I had been crying while you two were in the bedroom fucking. She embraced me and kissed me on the cheek. Then she said, 'The girls are going away to college in a few months and you won't have to sit here and listen like this.' My God Paul that's almost five months from now. In her mind this is not a short affair! That will be almost a year of fuckin! She's not getting tired of you and there's absolutely no guilt." Jesus I thought! Prissy plans to fuck me for a very long time! That increases the chance that Liz will find out. That pussy is really user friendly but I can't let Liz find out about Prissy and me. I need a few minutes to think this thing through. "Bruce, tell me about those other guys," I asked. "The first one was a guy she fucked in college. After we got married, she went to his apartment once or twice a week for about three months. I found out about it when the affair was almost over. The second one was several years later. He was younger than she was and single and they fucked at his place. I knew about it from the start but she threatened to leave me and take our girls, who were about six years old then. I didn't have the nerve to stand up to her so I let her fuck him and it lasted only two months. I don't know why it stopped." "How old were the other guys?" I asked. "Mostly they were young," he said. "She joked about liking them young and hairy and hung. That's the way she always said it: young and hairy and hung. You're the oldest guy she's fucked as far as I know." I chuckled, "Well I'm hairy and hung but I'm certainly not all that young." Bruce was not in the mood for jokes. He looked down at his beer on the table and sighed deeply. "The guys I saw were all hairy, just like you," he said. "And none of them lasted longer than three months?" I asked. "Not that I know about," he said. "Paul, I'm starting to get real ugly thoughts about you and Prissy in bed. Listening to you fuck her keeps getting worse every time. I got pictures in my head of your body and hers, both naked and doing things to each other. And it's getting worse. I don't think I can take this much longer. Please Paul, you gotta quit fucking her." I reached across the table and put my hand on his shoulder. "Look Bruce, you and I are friends. I don't want to keep fucking your wife if it's causing you a real problem. On the other hand I don't want to just dump her like she's a whore. Why don't I try fucking her a little less and tell her I'm afraid my wife Liz is getting suspicious. Maybe we can tone this thing down a bit and make you feel a little better." Camping With a Size Queen He shook his head no and said, "It's gotta stop Paul. Please! I'm having these thoughts. I can't take it any more. I just can't!" "Okay Bruce. Let me talk to Prissy. I'll see if I can work something out." I cut down on the fucking to twice a week and sometimes only once. Bruce quit taking showers with me. He seemed sullen when we played golf. I tried a couple of times to talk to Prissy but we never talked seriously and the only time I got close she said something about how the girls going to college in the fall would make things easier on Bruce. Finally the inevitable happened. I returned home one evening after a routine day and Liz met me as I came in. "Hi honey," Liz said as I walked into the family room. "Let me get you a drink." I kissed her on the cheek and she walked over to the bar to pour me my usual Macallan 12 on the rocks. What she handed me was a water glass full of booze with a couple of ice cubes floating on top. "Jesus honey," I exclaimed. "There's a triple shot in here!" "You're gonna need it all and more," Liz said, sitting down and picking up what looked like a long list from the coffee table. "We need to talk." I never looked forward to conversations that began with those four words. "What about," I asked weakly. She looked down at her list, then up at me. "I had a long talk with Bruce a few days ago." Well, I thought, it looks like my affair with Prissy is over. It was fun while it lasted. I guess making Bruce listen to me fuck his wife was more than he could take. I waited for her to continue, expecting the worst. She was very calm. "After I talked to Bruce I had a nice long visit with George Schneider and he was most helpful. You owe him fifteen hundred dollars." Oh shit, I thought. George Schneider was famous or perhaps I should say infamous as a divorce attorney. He was noted for settlements that literally raped an errant husband. I felt a warning tingle in my asshole. Get ready to bend over and grab your ankles I told myself. Liz continued talking in a very serious tone of voice. "If it comes to a settlement I'll get the house, the Lexus, and" - she looked down at her list before continuing - "and over three-fourths of our portfolio plus support payments. And of course a restraining order preventing you from having any contact with the boys, on moral grounds." She paused a moment and then looked at me sharply before continuing. "In short, Darling, you'll be out on your ass and away from the twins you love and very close to broke. Your major expense will be continuing to pay the mortgage on this house, which will be all mine." I opened my mouth to speak but realized there was nothing to say. She had me by the balls! That damn wimp Bruce had ratted me out! I didn't think he had the guts. Suddenly I got mad! "And you'll be free to fuck any guy you like any time you want," I said, my voice tapering off helplessly even as I said it. Getting mad was not an option. "The kind of guy I like is pretty hard to find," she said. "Oh? And what kind of guy do you like?" I asked, trying to sound sarcastic, but I was obviously losing it. She paused a moment before continuing. Then smiling she said, "Someone like you. Which is why I'm gonna teach you a lesson and then give you another chance. That is if you want it." I just sat there in silence. What did she mean by that? "So here's the deal," she said, looking down at her list. "You sleep in the guest bedroom. If you fuck that whore again you're history – and I got a private dick watching you, at your expense of course. If you fuck ANYBODY you're history." She paused and looked back down at her list. Picking up a ruler from the coffee table she handed it to me and then continued. "You told me once that when you were growing up you measured your peter every time you got a hard on. Without regular pussy you'll get a lot of opportunities to measure it again. Each night when it comes up you can measure your peter, just like you did in school, before you play with it. You won't get my pussy or any other pussy so your peter is gonna get real friendly with your fist." She glared at me. "You understand that?" I looked at the floor thinking about all those nights playing with my peter. "Answer me," she demanded. "I understand," I replied sullenly. "Look Paul," Liz continued in a more moderate tone. "You help a gal out and she crawls into your sleeping bag buck naked. Then she practically rapes you because she's a size queen and you got the biggest dick in Woods County. I can understand that and if you had come to me the next day and explained what happened I would have forgiven you. But you fucked that whore for six months! After your affair with that other whore three years ago I forgave you when you promised not to do it again. But you did it again!" "So now there's no pussy for a year!" Liz said firmly. A year, I thought. Jesus! She was silent for a moment in thought and then I saw anger in her face again. "And when you finished fuckin that whore you came home and you fucked ME. You were ringing my bell like it was Easter Sunday. My favorite play-toy was doin double duty but I didn't suspect a thing. You were satisfying TWO horny women at the same time you bastard. You should have been a Mormon or a mullah!" She took a deep breath and continued her tirade. "Bruce said you made him listen to you fuck his wife. You're a damn pervert! He couldn't take that! He loves her. The poor guy got tears in his eyes when he told me about it. He said every time she screamed with an orgasm it just tore him up inside and you gave her a lot of orgasms you bastard! That horny bitch was popping off orgasms like a teenager on pot and begging you to fuck her and that poor wimp just had to sit downstairs and listen to his wife beg for it. How would you like to hear ME beg for it?" "I've heard you beg for it," I said. Liz almost lost it! She shouted, "I didn't mean beg YOU, I meant beg ... oh shit! You bastard! You knew what I meant." "I meant ME walking up those stairs with some guy. But ... but ... shit! Bruce is a wimp. With you I wouldn't get past the second step. I'd be bent over your lap and that leather belt of yours would be painting red streaks across my naked ass. You bastard!" She was different somehow and I was starting to feel a little better. I thought for a moment that she had almost started laughing. I think maybe she still loves me. But then she shook her head, got control of herself, and began questioning me. "Bruce says Prissy doesn't have a gag reflex," Liz said in sullen anger. "She's been sucking you off hasn't she?" I nodded and sat there silently. "She's takin it back behind her tonsils where you like to pump it isn't she!" I nodded again. "The bitch! I gotta spray my throat to do that." "Bruce says you been fuckin her two or three times a week." I nodded thinking that if the recent reduction in fucking did not influence Bruce it would certainly have no effect on Liz. "Bruce couldn't take that – what husband could? So he finally came to me and now it's no pussy for a year! That's one full year! Unless I can't wait that long of course. The only guy that can satisfy me is you. You're a bastard! I'm gonna keep telling myself that you're a bastard and try to make it through the whole year and maybe I will." She paused to catch her breath and then spoke more softly. "Look Paul, I know she's just a whore and she means nothing to you. I know that big dick of yours just keeps attracting whores and ... oh shit! I should have married a guy with a short dick!" I sat there thinking. I was a lucky man to be married to Liz. I'd go without pussy for a while and pound my peter like a school kid. I deserved it! I really did. But in a few months she'd get horny and I'd get laid. I was sure of it - at least, ALMOST sure. Jesus I was lucky to have Liz! I didn't deserve her. I surely didn't! But it was wonderful to know that it wasn't my dick she was in love with – it was ME. Meanwhile my boys were getting all the pussy they could handle. Poor Prissy. I wonder where that horny bitch will find another blue-veined monster. And then, thinking about Prissy liking her guys young and hairy and hung, I gave a fatherly chuckle as the answer suddenly popped into my head.