BIG BLACK BOUNCERS

My wife is a big fan of Elton John. So when she heard 
that he would be giving a concert here in our town, she 
was over the moon. She bought two tickets for the 
standing arena, the closest to the stage and the most 
expensive ones, three months before the actual concert. 
She bought a new dress – a very nice body-hugging, 
curves-enhancing black tube-dress for the event and a 
pair of patented leather pumps to match. Early that 
day, she went to the parlor to spruce herself a bit. 
She looked so excited and tingly, just like she was on 
the day we got married ten-years ago. 

We even arrived at the indoor stadium where the concert 
was being held full three hours before the start to 
secure standing space closest to the ring. Although 
there was some beer and cocktails being sold inside, I 
also sneaked in a bottle of vodka, that my wife 
absolutely loves. There were already about 200 early 
birds like us and many were drinking freely. We too had 
our share of alcohol – four gin and tonics for wife and 
lots of beer for me.

We were not feeling any pain, especially my wife who 
was a bit tipsy and already stammering through her 
sentences. Anyway it was all in good fun. But the fun – 
for my wife and for some other die-hard Elton John fans 
– stopped immediately when just 30 minutes before the 
concert, the organizers announced that Elton John had 
food poisoning and would not be able to perform at all, 
even though he had been polite enough to announce that 
he would make an appearance half-way through the 
concert to apologize personally. 

There was a murmur of dissent, some angry fans started 
hurling bottles and shoes and stones at the stage...but 
then they announced that they had arranged for a boy-
band to perform instead. That was not good enough and 
although my angry wife wanted to storm out, the promise 
of Elton John making an appearance calmed her down and 
we decided to stay on, holding on to our precious 
standing space next to the empty stage.

A wave of rowdy crowd, latecomers, then started pushing 
all early birds around, and soon we found ourselves 
pushed to the extreme left corner of the stage – 
drunken as both of us were. My wife drowned her sorrow 
by gulping almost a quarter of the vodka down her 
throat straight from the bottle. 

I was amused and was only wondering at what would be 
her state when the alcohol reached her brain. Anyway, 
by the time the boy-band appeared on the stage, my wife 
had consumed more than half the vodka even though I 
abstained because at least one of us had to be in his 
senses when it was time to go home.

So there we were – my wife absolutely drunken, mumbling 
incoherently like a homeless drunkard and I, half-drunk 
and full horny with all the rubbing of my crotch by my 
wife's sexy ass, wrapped in a tight dress. The boy-band 
turned out to be Boy-zone and soon people had forgotten 
Elton John's absence. They belted out some nice songs 
and got everyone to sway and tap their feet. There was 
constant pushing and shoving from all three sides of us 
and I was finding it hard to stick to my wife who was 
immediately in front of me. 

Things were not easy as there was no solid support in 
front of us. Like they usually do, they had separated 
the stage and the crown (that's is us) by a rope and 
with each push from behind, we were pulled against the 
rope. Fortunately for the organizers the poles holding 
the ropes were strong and didn't give way otherwise 
there would have been cacophony everywhere. 

There were guards standing with their backs to the 
stage, keeping a lookout for any trespassers. One of 
these guards, a burly black man with massive shoulders 
and tree-trunk thick solid thighs was positioned right 
in front of us. He was short, just about my wife's 
height but he was so thick that he looked like carved 
from a big fat tree. He had been standing slightly off, 
but I realized that each time the crowds pushed us from 
behind, he would move towards us and soon he was 
directly in front of my wife. 

I was glad that he was there to save her in case the 
rope crashed. But I soon realized that his intention 
was farther from saving my wife. The way he behaved, he 
was there to take advantage of my wife with each push 
as the front of his body grinded on to the front of my 
wife's body.

I was already horny, and the thought that a burly black 
ugly bouncer was grinding in my wife's crotch only send 
shivers of pleasure down my cock, which was at full 
mast. My wife, 30 minutes into the concert was 
completely gone. She was standing there only because I 
had clasped her body to mine. Otherwise she was swaying 
to and fro and her head hung limply to one side. To 
have some more fun with her, I started pushing her more 
frequently, without any push from behind. And once I 
pushed her I would keep her body locked with that of 
the bouncer. My eyes were (intentionally) glued to the 
boy-band singers (they looked very pretty, I realized). 

It was absolutely dark, as the spotlights focused on 
the singers and I couldn't see the ground if I wanted 
to because of the number of people. So imagine my shock 
when my hand accidentally dropped down and encountered 
a big-sized hand jammed in the front of my wife's 
crotch. It was the guard-cum-bouncer. His black hand 
was jammed inside my wife's panty and the fingers were 
moving in and out.

He must have been doing this finger fucking of my 
wife's pussy for sometime because his hand was dripping 
wet from my wife's pussy juice till the knuckles.

Being a good faithful loving husband, I should have 
pulled his black hand and fat fingers out of my wife's 
lovely hairy cunt... but I was only thinking from my 
spongy, purple cock head so I thought let him enjoy 
just a few more minutes. The poor black man was anyway 
so sincerely doing his job. Then I concentrated on the 
movements of my wife's body under the manipulation of 
the black bouncer. There was a soft hum to his 
movements as he slowly finger fucked her moist intimate 
hole. 

When I felt a jerking motion convulsing my wife, I 
ducked my hand down from behind and was further shocked 
to find that my wife's lovely lacy panties were 
missing. He had possibly yanked them off her 
completely. I know THEN I should have definitely 
stopped him but my horny cock told me to let him enjoy 
a little bit more. Soon the hum of my wife's body 
moving to and fro returned. Her slinky black dress had 
ridden up and short as it was, I realized her rounded 
big ass was visible to anyone who cared to see down. 

I should have pulled the dress down but the friction of 
her smooth ass-cheeks had hardened my cock beyond any 
redemption and I had no choice but to pull my seven-
inch long and five-inch thick uncut aching cock from 
the confines of my trousers. I thought while the black 
bouncer was finger fucking her, I could simply fuck her 
from behind and release my boiling sperm inside her hot 
moist pussy. Holding her with one hand, I maneuvered my 
cock between her ass cheeks and pushed it between the 
ass crack. Lubed generously with my copious pre-cum, it 
slithered its way between her legs like a well oiled-
snake. But there it got stuck by something rough and 
hairy. 

I probed with hand and realized I was holding two oval 
objects with some hairy, tingly rough spiked hair-like 
things. Oh jinkies, I realized in that moment of truth 
that those big round thingies were the black bouncer's 
hairy black balls and they were blocking my cock's way 
to my own wife's pussy entrance because, his black cock 
had beaten me to it. The burly black bouncer's fat 
black-panther was already inside my wife's wet sloppy 
cunt.

I know, I should have immediately hauled his big black 
cock out of my wife's pussy but just then my eyes met 
his smoldering, blood-shot black eyes, and he looked at 
me pleadingly. His mouth moved slowly but I understood 
him clearly. He was saying, "Whether you like or not, 
loser, I am gonna breed your trash wife right here, 
right now," or something to that effect. Just as I 
found my real place in life, as a cuckold meant to let 
other real black men enjoy my wife's hairy pussy with 
their smelly, bigger, superior black cocks, I felt his 
big black balls squirm and tingle in anticipation. 

Then I felt the underside of his wrist-thick cock spasm 
and jerk uncontrollably as its veins rushed his black 
potent baby-making man-juice from the balls to his piss 
slit to be deposited in my wife's fertile pussy. My 
sensitive, spongy cock head felt the earth-shattering 
orgasm experienced by my wife's fucker.

And he gave up all pretence of being a bouncer and 
collapsed on my wife; planting his thick, black Negro 
lips on her lovely soft pink lips... I turned sideways 
to see his purple tongue snake its way inside my wife's 
mouth. My won cock was hit by his black heavy cock as 
it plopped out of my wife's pussy after it released 
every single drop of his sperm. I simply inserted my 
cock in her loose pussy flooded with his still hot cum. 
It was enough to send my own cock in a tizzy and it 
shot string after string of thin cum just at the 
pussy's entrance.

The bouncer got off and immediately moved away. Within 
minutes he was back with another guard, grinning 
maliciously and pointing at my wife. He even pulled her 
dress up to show his friend the mess he had made and 
then left with a wink. The second bouncer was as thin 
and tall and the first one was stout and short. But he 
didn't hesitate a minute before plunging his long thin 
fingers inside the sopping hot oven of my wife's sloppy 
pussy. He pulled his cum-covered hand out and sniffed 
it...his wide nose flaring even wider like a bull 
sniffing the behind of a cow in heat. As he was 
repeating the process his hand touched mine.

He grinned and pulled my hand through my wife's wet 
thighs and placed it on his big lumpy crotch. He wanted 
me to make him hard and who was I to deny him this 
pleasure. I zipped him down and fished for his cock. It 
took me about two minutes to pull it out; it was so 
meaty and long. It was soft but already difficult to 
hold in one hand. 

I peeled his foreskin down and rubbed his spongy cock 
head, feeling every movement, every jerk as it grew, 
and grew, and grew. Once it was rock hard, I could see 
the cock's glistening head reaching the other side of 
my wife's body. I was dying to go down on my knees to 
gobble it in my watering mouth but that would mean my 
wife would fall down so I couldn't. So I did the next 
best thing possible – slowly I rubbed his cock up and 
down my wife's sloppy pussy slit and then I placed his 
angry hot cock right at the entrance of her pussy and 
put my hands behind his lanky ass. 

Then I pulled him with such great strength that he went 
super deep inside my wife's pussy canal. He bumped into 
something inside – possibly the entrance to my wife's 
womb – and still there was an inch or two of black 
cock-meat outside. I would have helped him fuck my 
wife, but he was too irritated by my slow manipulations 
and brushing my hands aside, he took matters in his own 
hand. He clasped his bony hands tightly on my wife's 
waist and started a steady fucking even in the midst of 
all the noise, singing and cheering. 

And just as the night sky lit up with fireworks as 
Elton John made an appearance, the second black bouncer 
planted one last stroke and held my wife tightly as his 
whole body rocked with his own orgasm and my wife 
received her third coat of sperm within an hour – from 
three different men. I was horrified when my wife 
opened her eyes suddenly as she heard Elton John's 
baritone. I was super quick as I pulled the black 
bouncer's cock out of her puffed up pussy and pushed 
him away. He also moved back as he saw my wife was now 
awake. 

My wife, half startled, felt her pussy and removed a 
huge amount of sperm in her hand – mostly released by 
the last black man, she scooped it up in her palm and 
licked it all – right as the amused black bouncer 
watched. She swallowed her hand and scooped some more 
to lick it dry too. Then she turned around and said 
sleepily, "Fuck Elton John, but I loved every moment of 
the fucking you gave me tonight." 

Then as quickly as she had awakened, she slumped in her 
drunken state again, a pearly white gob of the black 
bouncer's sperm still dangling at the edge of her 
mouth. The black bouncer smiled, and whispered in my 
ears, "Shall I get one more black cock for your wife? I 
have seen that he has a 14-inch long and 8-inch thick 
cock...she and you will love it." My cock sprang up 
again leaking pre-cum and all my lust-induced mind 
could do was to nod my head in consent.

BIG STEVE

It began as a note that arrived on Monday. Steve was 
coming for a few days. He was accepting the open 
invitation my husband offered him last time we saw him. 
My husband, David, and I liked Steve but he tended to 
drink a bit much for our liking. David and I are 
involved regularly in Church and are our faith played a 
major role in our lives. 

I met David when I was 17 and he was 20. After a year 
courtship we were married. I lost my virginity to David 
on my wedding night and he is the only man I have ever 
had any sexual contact with. I was 21 and David, my 
husband, was still the only man I had ever been with. 
He wasn't a great lover but he was my husband and I 
followed Church teachings despite the words of the 
girls in the office. 

Gina and Sandra worked in the billing office with me. 
They were a bit more wild minded. "Damn girl, You look 
just like that singer Faith Hill. Perfect hair, 
flawless skin, generous bust line and a tight ass. 
Girl, you ought to wear some tight clothes and show 
your husband what you're made of. He better have a 
strong heart." Gina shouted. 

I laughed. 

Sandra chimed in. "Gina's right. I wish I could borrow 
your face and body for one night. I would have to bring 
a club to beat the men off!" 

I laughed at these comments and responded. "That's all 
I would need. Steve knocking at the door when I was 
wearing something skimpy." 

The girls looked puzzled. "Steve? Who is Steve?" Sandra 
asked. 

"He is one of my husband's old friends and he is coming 
this weekend for a visit." 

Gina's turned around quickly. "Do you mean Steve 
Roberts?" She asked, "Oh my God. I haven't seen him in 
years. He was my old boyfriend." We were about to 
resume conversation when the boss entered the room. We 
quickly returned to our seats and the discussion 
abruptly ended. 

A few minutes later I heard Sandra whispering to Gina. 
"You dated this guy?" Sandra asked. 

Gina responded, "Hell yeah for six months. Hottest 6 
months of my life." 

"Really?" Sandra queried.

"Oh my yes," Gina whispered back. I leaned over my desk 
to listen in as Gina continued. "He was an awesome 
lover and he is seriously packing." 

Sandra laughed. I, being naïve didn't understand until 
Sandra whispered, "How big was he?" 

Gina responded quietly, "Very, a full nine inches and 
thick." 

The conversation soon grew too quiet to hear but I had 
heard enough. I knew it wasn't right but I had a morbid 
curiosity. How big was nine inches? My husband David 
had the only penis I had ever seen and I had never 
measured it. I remembered I had a ruler in my desk and 
reached down to pull it out and measured off nine 
inches. 

I gasped and was suddenly turned on. I know it was 
wrong but the mere thought of something that big inside 
me made me hot and my vagina moisten. I stood up and 
went to the cooler for a drink. "What's wrong? Your 
face looks red." My boss asked. 

"I'm just a little warm." I said. He was none the 
wiser. 

I was distracted all day looking at the nine on that 
ruler. Could a man's penis be that big? I had never 
measured my husband's but I knew it wasn't 9 inches 
long. That night going home I was hot and horny. My 
underwear was nearly soaked through with anticipation. 
I wanted my husband's cock more than ever. 

I decided to measure David too but I couldn't bring a 
ruler into the bed without arousing his suspicion so I 
copied the inch measurements up to 9 onto a piece of 
paper to compare my husband to Steve. After we both 
arrived from work I allowed him to eat dinner and asked 
him if he was interested in what we call 'fooling 
around.' 

"Not now dear, I'm too stuffed to get it up," he 
responded. 

"You don't have to move from the dinner table," I said. 

David looked at me seemingly stunned. We had never had 
sex outside the bedroom. "Relax, no one can see us 
now." I said as I closed the shades. I then knelt and 
went under the table from my side to his and, on my 
hands and knees, made my way to his lap. I massaged his 
already stiff penis through his work trousers. I undid 
his belt and unzipped his pants in one motion pulling 
them to his knees. 

His penis was visibly erect in his white fruit of the 
loom's. I pulled them down and immediately engulfed his 
cock as he let out a groan. I began bobbing up and down 
on David as fast as I could. I tried to measure his 
cock with the makeshift tape measure I had made up. I 
lined it up best I could without getting caught and saw 
he measured about 4.5 inches. 

That's when David put his right hand on my head and 
forced me violently up and down as he grunted loudly. I 
hated myself for it, but I wished for a split second 
that I was blowing Steve's big cock. 

After about 20 seconds David ejaculated with a groan 
into my mouth. I did something I had never done. I 
swallowed, and continued sucking David dry. He 
collapsed into the chair breathless wondering what 
brought all this on. I crawled out from under the table 
and slowly sauntered upstairs. 

That night David and I had sex but, again, but I 
imagined Steven's thick penis in me instead of my 
husband's and came to a violent orgasm. Despite my best 
efforts all I could think of that night was Steve and 
his huge rod.

The weekend came and Steve arrived. Despite my best 
efforts I couldn't stop staring at his package all day. 
I honestly didn't notice anything sizeable and wondered 
if the girls were just kidding each other. Then 
Saturday night came. Steve went to a local bar and I 
had a plan. I followed him there and gave money to the 
bartender. 

"That guy is a family friend. Keep the rounds coming 
for him," I said pointing to Steve. 

Needless to say the bartender obliged. David went to 
sleep early for Church but I couldn't sleep. I was too 
excited like a child at Christmastime. I gently went 
downstairs and watched television waiting for a glimpse 
of Steve's dick. 

I fell asleep on the couch when at 3:30 in the morning 
I saw a cab pull in and Steve stumble out of it and 
make his way up the steps. I hid in the shadows as I 
watched him come in and enter his room leaving the door 
slightly cracked. He removed his shirt and my heart 
began to race with anticipation. He reached for his 
zipper and I couldn't see anymore as he collapsed on 
the bed removing his pants. He was clearly, for all 
intents and purposes, blitzed. He rolled on his left 
side so I couldn't see anything but his ass. 

I felt my juices roll down my leg as my anticipation 
grew. I wanted this man more than anything ever and 
despite the fact that my husband was sleeping upstairs, 
I was going to have him. I turned off all the lights 
leaving the downstairs in total darkness. I then 
tiptoed into his room. I never considered. What if he 
turned me down? What if he yelled? What if he wondered 
who was touching him? I just went for it. 

I entered the room, climbing onto his bed next to him 
and began slowly rubbing his belly. He rolled over onto 
his stomach with a groan. I couldn't see a thing and 
had to go by feel and worked my way down to his boxers. 
I slowly entered them and felt his hot cock. I found 
the shaft and the girls were right. I immediately knew 
he was much bigger than David. 

I was shivering with anticipation now.

Steve laid back and just groaned while I knelt at the 
foot of his bed. I could tell by feel that his penis 
was twice the thickness of David's. I slowly moved it 
to my tongue and moistened the entire huge head. I was 
too impatient. I took as much as I could into my mouth. 
I could fit all of David's dick into my mouth but only 
about half of Steve's thick pole. I used my hand to 
jerk the rest while I sucked off what I could. 

I tried to control my emotions and slow down. I didn't 
want him to cum in my mouth. I wanted this monster in 
me. After a minute I stood up and removed the sweat 
pants I was wearing making myself bare from the waist 
down. I then straddled him and grasped his cock 
attempting to insert his huge prick into my tight 
pussy. I tried to be quiet but I let out a soft groan 
as his baseball bat sized organ penetrated me. 

I thought, what if my husband wakes up and comes in 
here? It didn't matter it was too late to turn back 
now. I moved back and forth slowly as his cock 
penetrated further and further into me. I was being 
filled like I had long desired to be. I rocked on his 
thick prick doing all I could to stop from screaming 
out. 

I soon felt his body become rigid. I knew he was going 
to cum. I didn't care that he wasn't wearing a condom. 
I wanted his fat pole to blow its wad inside of me. I 
swayed back and forth until I felt my orgasm coming on. 
I bit my lip and put all of the cock in me I could 
stand as the wave rushed over me. 

I simultaneously heard him groan one last time and felt 
his prick fill up my cunt with his hot cum. When I knew 
he was finished, I went to the bathroom to clean up and 
jumped right into bed next to my husband who was none 
the wiser. 

**

The next morning I woke up with a note on the pillow 
next to me. 

David wrote that I looked tired so he would allow me to 
sleep through church and go alone. I went downstairs 
for breakfast and there was Steve at the kitchen table. 
I sat at the table and said nothing. 

Steve stood up and approached me. "If you wanted to see 
my cock why didn't you just ask?" he said as he pulled 
back his bathrobe to reveal the most majestic penis I 
have ever seen. 

In the light of day it hung half way to his knee and 
was thick as a beer can. Without a word I knelt beside 
him and began to give him head. After a minute of 
polishing his sweet shaft Steve filled my mouth with 
his salty cum. 

One hour later he fucked me to orgasm again on my 
marriage bed. I was able to blow him in the car one 
more time before he had to leave on Monday. 

I have never cheated since, but Steve, if you read 
this, you are always welcome at my house.   

AMY, MY BIG FINE GIRL

I first met Amy when I began working out at a gym. I'm 
a 38 year-old guy who has played a lot of different 
sports all my life, and was used to being in shape, but 
a knee injury had stopped me participating and I'd got 
out of condition; too much beer and no exercise to burn 
it off with. I wasn't fat as such, but I started 
feeling sluggish, so when the knee healed up after a 
minor operation I decided to get fit again.

It was a fairly small gym situated upstairs in a 
community centre. Many of the people who worked out 
there were also members of a local judo club, who used 
the same premises. It as a fairly nice place to go, 
most people there were friendly, and the bonus was that 
there was a good bar there, so you could immediately 
put on the calories you had burned drinking cold beer. 
Well, at least I could.

I used to go there either 2 or 3 times a week after 
work, for about an hour. Usually I would do stretches, 
and then fixed and free weights, then go on the rowing 
machine and finish with a while on an exercise bike. A 
couple of times Amy used the bike next to me and we got 
chatting; and it soon got that every time I would use 
one she would somehow appear next to me. 

In fact, whenever I was there I would seem to run into 
her. She was a student, but started using the place 
when she joined the judo club, and had got into the 
fitness bug; she also used to work there part time 
preparing bar meals. I knew she liked me; she always 
greeted me with a lovely warm smile.

Amy was 20. She was not what most modernists would call 
stereotypically gorgeous, but I found her attractive. 
She was a big girl in more ways than one. I am 6, 2," 
but I was only a couple of inches taller then her, and 
she was well built too. I wouldn't have called her fat, 
although she was carrying some excess weight; she was 
just naturally a large woman, with strong wide-ish 
shoulders, powerful legs, and with a big butt and 
boobs. I would guess she probably weighed slightly more 
than I did, and I'm around 200 pounds.

Amy usually wore her long light brown hair tied up. She 
had a sort of rounded face with nice blue eyes and a 
cute full lipped mouth. I found her very easy to talk 
with, although I did notice that around most people she 
was very shy and reserved. She was basically a quiet 
person with a kind personality and a sweet country 
accented voice. 

There was a slight air of naivety around her too. From 
our conversations I guessed that she had been quite a 
bit heavier than she was now, hence the exercise kick, 
and had recently moved into a shared house after 
leaving home. Her parents had apparently been rather 
strict and religious. 

I liked her a lot, so one day asked her if she wanted 
to go out with me for a drink after the work-out. She 
agreed with a sort of shy enthusiasm.

We ended up going to an Indian restaurant, where, 
between smooth bottles of ice cold Tiger beer, we 
managed to eat our way through about half the menu, a 
not inconsiderable feat as it happens. After the meal 
we went to a bar and sunk a couple more beers. There 
was some music on, and although I'm not much of a 
dancer, we smooched out to some old slow soul number, 
and shared a first kiss.

It was a big sloppy wet kiss, a tonsil tickler, induced 
by one look into her big baby blue eyes; and she felt 
good to hold close too, a big, curvy, soft bundle of 
femininity, full figured in just all the right places 
if you get my drift.

We sat in a booth and kissed some more and talked. Amy 
was in a very relaxed mood and talked about her life. 
It seemed pretty much that she was glad she had 
recently left home, finding her parents so restrictive. 
She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said I didn't, 
and then I reversed the question.

"I don't Max," she told me, and then candidly said, 
"I've actually only ever had one, and he turned out to 
be a bastard." I saw a tear well at the corner of one 
of her eyes. "Max, I was much bigger than I am now when 
I dated him last year. We went out for a couple of 
weeks and then..." she was a bit choked up now..."then 
we were going to have sex one night, my first time 
ever, and I overheard him talking to someone on the 
phone. The bastard was only with me for a bet, and he 
was saying this was his night to collect."

"Bloody hell," I said, "I'm surprised he didn't put you 
off men for life?"

"He nearly did," she confessed. I asked what happened 
then. "Well Max, basically we got back to his flat, I 
put him in a judo hold, told him what I thought of him 
and left, but not before I wrenched a few of his 
shoulder muscles."

At this we laughed together, her sadness dropped away, 
and she hit me with her big killer smile which was most 
alluring, although I made a mental note not to try and 
annoy her too much!

We finished our drinks, and I invited her back to my 
house, which seemed to make her happy. We left and got 
a cab.

Back there, I put a radio on at low volume, and we sat 
on the sofa. Soon we were kissing and running our hands 
over each others body. I learnt that Amy loved having 
her neck and ears kissed softly, and a finger traced up 
and down her spine.

My cock was really straining against my jeans. That 
little voice inside my head told me it was 'that' time. 
So I went for it. I stood and pulled my jeans, socks 
and shorts off, my shirt too, and then sat next to her 
naked. Her eyes were drawn to my cock. She seemed to 
like what she saw and I put her hand on it. Quite 
clumsily she too firmly gripped the base and pumped it 
up and down.

"Easy baby," I told her, and took her hand in mine, 
traced it around my cock-head, and placed her other 
hand to squeeze my balls. I relaxed and let her play 
with me gently and tenderly.

I kissed Amy, and told her she was "lovely;" that she 
was my "big fine girl." She liked this name. She smiled 
and we kissed intensely, our tongues danced together as 
she continued to fondle me with both hands. My cock was 
hard enough to dig up a road with and I was pretty near 
to cumming.

I lay back across the sofa and held her face in my 
hands, stroking her cheeks and lips softly. Then I 
tilted her chin so that she was looking at me with her 
bright blue eyes. I winked at her, and she got my hint. 
She enthusiastically bobbed her head down and sucked 
the head of my cock hard like it was a Popsicle to be 
drained of sweet juice.

Wow, it was heavenly. I could not hold back with the 
pleasure I felt, and without warning her I came, 
shooting jets of cum into her mouth. She spluttered, 
actually choked for a couple of seconds, before, bless 
her, she recovered and began to swallow my cum down her 
throat.

When I had finished she licked the remnants of cum from 
my cock then kissed my mouth, sharing that sweet sticky 
taste and aroma with me. Some of the clear gooey jism 
was stuck slightly comically to her chin.

We lay back kissing like this a while, then I stood, 
took her hand and led her to my big soft bed, where, me 
naked and she still clothed, we lay down together.

Amy pulled her T-shirt over her head, and then released 
the clip at the back of her big white bra which fell 
away, and her huge boobs burst forth. Wow, the sight of 
them had me literally licking my lips. They were 
lovely; very smooth and pale looking, and for a 20 
year-old woman they hung fairly low, probably due to 
their size. Best of all they were topped by massive 
erect dark pink nipples. I dropped my mouth and feasted 
on both alternately, licking, sucking and gently 
chewing on them; the slightly rubbery feel of them on 
my lips, teeth and tongue was wonderful.

Amy sighed softly and quite clumsily began to ruffle 
her hands through my hair and stroke my cheekbones.

I kissed my way slowly southwards, tracing around a 
gold and diamond belly button stud and her wide, curvy 
and sensuous hips. I opened her jeans button, and 
pulled the zipper down. Amy may have been a shy, 
slightly nervous young woman, but she knew what she 
wanted now all right: she pulled her knees up and her 
jeans down and off in a surprisingly slinky efficient 
moment, leaving her now wearing only a tight black 
thong and a big smile.

I pulled the thong off myself, grabbed a pillow which I 
eased under her butt, then asked her to, "Spread your 
legs babe."

I was aware of her trembling very slightly with nerves 
and expectation and I heard her breathing go quite deep 
and fast, but she did as I wanted.

"Mmmmmm," I involuntarily sighed, feasting my gaze upon 
the centre of her femininity. She had a fairly full 
dark pubic bush, but all above her beautiful fresh 
pussy, which was long lipped and very pink in colour. 
It was beautiful, more so than any wild or cultivated 
flower I have ever seen.

I licked the length of it once. Her unique taste and 
smell was delicious to me, so I licked it again, and 
again, 'Mmmmmm' indeed.

She had a pretty big clit which I located with my 
fingers, and rolled it softly between my forefinger and 
thumb. I slipped my tongue to the entrance of her sweet 
vagina and lapped her. Amy was letting out very quiet 
sighs. She was otherwise fairly placid, laying back and 
enjoying being eaten out.

Soon she was extremely wet, and the tang of her seeping 
pussy juice played a sweet song on my taste buds. I 
touched my own cock, it was really hard again, then I 
took my mouth from her pussy and went to slip a couple 
of fingers inside that tight pink cavern. I remembered 
she was a virgin and paused. 

"I don't want to hurt you," I said. 

"It's ok Max," she replied, "I've um, er, had toys in 
there."

I inserted my fingers and started stroking inside her 
tightness so that I was kind of rubbing her clit from 
the inside and out simultaneously. Fuck, she wet. She 
shortly shuddered and seemed to clench her butt cheeks 
tight as she came, muttering, "Uh, uh, uh, uh," in a 
quiet voice.

I pulled back and kissed Amy's mouth. Then I held both 
her wrists with my hand and positioned my cock so that 
it rubbed around the entrance of her cunt.

"Ok, baby?" I asked. She smiled and nodded her reply, 
so I slipped inside her, taking her tight, wet, pretty 
virgin pink pussy. 

Wow, it was almost like I was being squeezed by a lubed 
gloved hand; there was a wonderful taut yet moist 
pressure applied on every part of my cock as I gently 
fed it in and moved back and forth in her. She appeared 
at first to be in minor discomfort, but this soon 
changed to a look of joy as she really got into her 
first ever fuck, rolling her hips with me in tempo as I 
stabbed her from different angles and positions. I 
loved watching the way her huge soft boobs jigged 
around.

I could feel I was getting close to cumming, and just 
went with it. I lifted both of Amy's long strong legs 
so that her feet were over my shoulders to really open 
her pussy up for full access and slammed her fast and 
hard, really banging her, all the time watching a 
beautiful expression on her face, which was a mixture 
of slight pain, joy and animalistic lust.

My balls tightened, I kissed her soft lips and came 
big, emptying myself, feeling a sense of release, 
elation and power.

I lay on top of Amy for a while as my cock gradually 
softened inside of her tight, very wet, cum drenched 
pussy. We kissed and held each other close. Amy hugged 
me really tightly and seemed to want the kisses to be 
almost continual, which was just fine. 

It seemed to me she wanted reassurance, that she needed 
real affection with the sex. I was telling her things 
like, "You're very lovely," and, "It's great to hold a 
fine soft girl like you." To be honest, after I have 
cum during sex I often like to have a quick kiss and 
hug with a woman, then either rest up a while, get a 
drink, have a smoke or just sleep, depending on what 
time it was. But it being her first time and her being 
so sweet I tried to sort of act how she I thought would 
want me to. 

After a while I went to the fridge for a drink, and 
brought two cold bottles of beer back to the bed. I 
stayed naked, and when I got back Amy beamed a huge 
smile at me and said, "Max you're gorgeous." I just 
laughed in reply, handed her a beer and joined her on 
the bed. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder!

Amy had snuck under the quilt, but when I tried to get 
under too she pulled it away from me. "No you don't," 
she said, "I like looking at you naked."

Bloody hell, was this an ego trip or what? Whatever, 
she made me feel good, real good, like a king, and I 
loved it. And at least it wasn't cold this May in 
England for once.

The dying sun spread its last rays through the window. 
It was fairly hot in the bedroom, and the sweet smell 
of fresh sex hung powerfully in the air. I was thirsty 
and downed the beer very quickly. Amy drank hers almost 
as fast and I put the empty bottles on the floor and 
kissed her soft mouth again. My cock was firming up 
again, and I put her large soft hand onto it and let 
her play with me. 

Amy had just the most beautiful big natural grin on her 
face. "What are you going to teach me next then Max?" 
she teased me inquiringly, putting one finger at the 
corner of her mouth provocatively.

"Ok then Miss," I replied, trying to put some fake 
sense of authority and dominance into my voice, "Get 
down on the floor and be ready to be pleasured from 
behind."

I draped the beds quilt onto the floor and that big 
fine girl got down on her hands and knees and stuck her 
ass out as far as she could. Wow, she had seriously big 
meaty butt cheeks that were rounded, full and smooth. 
Fuck, they looked good. Her pussy looked great from 
this angle, glistening wet, pink and inviting. I 
licked, and then finger fucked it. She had a real cute 
puckered ass hole too, which I saw properly for the 
first time. It was a beauty, very wrinkled and the ring 
was extremely pronounced, standing forward singularly.

I was drawn to it like a magnet. I scooted up close and 
licked all over the outside of her sphincter, then wet 
a finger and probed inside its tightness. Amy giggled 
slightly at this and wriggled her big ass cheeks, but 
she seemed to like it when I began finger fucking her 
butt with the one, then two fingers, pulling her ring 
wider gradually and loosening her up. 

"Are you going to do my ass Max?" she asked me, some 
nervousness apparent in her voice.

"It's up to you sweet thing," I replied. "You've had 
your mouth and pussy fucked for the first time today, 
do you want to try for the treble cherry break? You've 
got a seriously incredibly sexy ass Amy, to be honest 
it begs to be filled, and I'd be gentle and easy with 
you, but, it's your call, if you don't want to that's 
fine."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, capturing my 
gaze in her big blue eyes, seeming to search mine for 
some kind of answer. Then her mouth formed into that 
big old heart-break smile again and she nodded, saying 
slowly and deliberately, "Fuck my ass Max."

I quickly went to the bathroom closet and found some KY 
jelly, returned, asked her to part her cheeks with her 
hands, and worked a large amount inside Amy's cute 
asshole, really blocking her up with it.

Despite already having cum in both her mouth and her 
pussy my cock was really pumped to the maximum 8" and 
seemed almost swollen thick; the head was engorged with 
blood and was pulsing, leaking some clear pre-cum. My 
balls still felt full.

I stood back for a second looking at my goal. Sheesh, 
Amy had a really vast ass which was so inviting there 
stuck right out expectantly; her lubed asshole 
glistened.

I knelt behind the big fine girl and pinched each full 
cheek firmly, inducing a little squeal from her, before 
I cupped one hand over her clit and another around a 
huge hanging breast, lined up and eased myself deep 
inside her.

My cock-head met resistance at the entrance but I 
pushed firmly and eased in, very, very slowly burying 
my whole length balls deep.

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh," Amy moaned as I kept 
still, trying to get her used to the size inside her.

I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear: "Are you ok 
baby?"

"Yes," she replied in a kind of rasping hoarse voice, 
"It just feels so big and hurts a bit, but it's ok, I 
can take it, just be gentle please Max."

I stayed still for a minute or two, continuing to rub 
her clit, her sighs changed from those of discomfort to 
enjoyment, and I felt fresh pussy juice seep from her 
onto my fingers.

Then I eased back, so that just the head of my cock was 
in her ass, and fucked her with short, slow strokes, 
going about 3-4" deep. She took this surprisingly 
easily, emitting little quiet moans of pleasure. I 
pulled my hands off her clit and boob, and grasped both 
her wide hips tightly. Amy put her own hand on her 
pussy, playing with herself and gradually started to 
move her ass back against my strokes, meeting me with 
sweet timing. 

This was simply fantastic, ass fucking with this 20 
year-old big fine girl, who until recently had been a 
virgin, but was now as much into enjoying herself as I 
was, and that tight warm asshole of hers was certainly 
highly enjoyable, and that's an understatement.

I couldn't resist but to lightly spank her full buns a 
couple of times, which was met by her with a sigh 
halfway between a laugh and moan of pleasure.

I'd guess we fucked like this for maybe 20-30 minutes 
in this sweet slow rhythm, at least three times I 
lightly pinched the area at the top of my balls to 
delay cumming so intense was my pleasure.

Amy started to shudder slightly, and worked at her clit 
pretty manically before she really tensed up as she hit 
a powerful orgasm. At this I eased my cock all the way 
in and fucked her big ass like a speeding piston, balls 
deep on every stroke. I was holding nothing back, I was 
really slamming her, banging that that cute little hole 
centred between her huge full rounded ass-cheeks.

Soon, I felt that old familiar build up of tension 
somewhere deep in my stomach, then came, splattering 
waves of thick cum deep inside my cute young fuck 
buddy's warm asshole.

With this Amy sort of fell forward in a state of 
virtual collapse. My cock slipped out of its tight grip 
with a loud, kind of 'schlooooop' noise, and I lay down 
beside her. Both of us were drenched in sweat and 
breathing raggedly like after a last sprint at the end 
of a long foot race. We were spent, really exhausted, 
and lay pressed together for several minutes, our arms 
draped over each other, sharing the occasional kiss.

Then we showered together. Amy actually had some 
difficulty walking there. I had to half hold her up. 
"Max my legs have gone. I wonder why?" she laughed. 

The warm jets were refreshing, and we had fun together, 
lathering each other up in soap and washing some 
pleasurable parts of the others body, before we 
towelled off, grabbed the last beer from the fridge and 
lay back on my big soft bed. We shared the cold 
refreshing beer and warmer kisses and before I could 
tell if my aging 38 year-old body could manage to go a 
few more gruelling yet gratifying rounds, my big fine 
girl was asleep.

When I woke the next morning it was to the feel and 
sight of Amy sucking away at my swollen cock... But, 
maybe that's a story to be told another time? 

BIG BROTHER

Dammit, but your brother is worthless.

That's the thought you have as you pull into his 
driveway, with a turkey casserole in your passenger 
seat and your evening out on your mind. Sure, Neil 
works more than full time at the factory and is a good 
provider for his wife, but he can't do anything useful 
around the house. He doesn't clean, he doesn't cook. He 
does mow the lawn regularly, but that's probably just 
because he thinks it's butch to play with any tool that 
has a gasoline engine. If the kitchen stove could be 
made to run at 250 hp with a two-stroke motor, maybe 
he'd finally learn how to make something more ambitious 
than mac'n'cheese.

And you're the baby sister, so it's up to you to bring 
him a hot dinner every weeknight. You planned to be out 
cutting loose with your girlfriends downtown, but Mom 
is conservative enough to make you do the girly 
errands. Dammit, but your brother is worthless.

You trot up the front stoop with the casserole held 
firmly in both hands. After nearly two weeks, you've 
learned not to worry about how you'll knock at the door 
without a free hand; Neil's watching for you. He throws 
the door open before you even hit the final step. "Come 
on in, Princess." He's wearing his pajama pants and a 
Hawaiian shirt, hanging untucked and unbuttoned.

"Don't call me that, Dorkface," you reprimand him. "Who 
do you get your fashion sense from, the back of the 
beer can? Your pus gut looks like a one-eyed walrus 
poking out of your shirt."

"What, this?" He slaps both hands on his naked abs. 
"This is a storage tank for all the excess 
testosterone. Come on, you want to cop a feel?"

You nudge your elbow into his belly and smirk over the 
rims of your glasses. "You only wish a girl like me 
would touch you. I'm way out of your league."

Neil grins at you. "It's shameless the way we flirt."

"Flirt?" You return his grin. This kind of banter has 
been going on since you were both in high school. 
"Maybe if you weren't my brother, and maybe if you 
weren't ugly as a cat's ass."

The first part of your comment is true. He's your 
brother, three years three years older and a great deal 
wiser. But he's not ugly. Despite your comment, he 
doesn't have a gut. He works out regularly, and the 
factory work he does makes sure his muscles are trim 
and useful, not the gross bulky monstrosities of most 
bodybuilders. 

And his baby-smooth face is gorgeous enough to merit 
the body it sits on. He kind of makes you jealous 
sometimes. All the good genes in the family went to 
him. Mom, Dad, your baby brother and you are all 
average. None of you are unattractive, but none of you 
are pretty either. 

You have an average face, average hair, average body. 
With your white blouse and your black plastic glasses, 
you look like a librarian straight out of Central 
Casting. Maybe you have big breasts, but that's because 
you don't watch your weight. Good men are only 
interested in skinny pretty women, and the only men who 
ask you out are breast fetishists.

"Yeah," Neil answers you, "maybe if I weren't ugly. And 
maybe if you weren't such a cold fish, Kendra. Come on 
in before the food gets cold."

He steps out of your way and you walk into his house. 
His head turns to follow you as you head back for the 
kitchen. Is it your imagination or did he just check 
out your tits? Ah, it's probably nothing. "I need the 
baking dish from the tuna steak last night. And you'd 
better have washed it, because Mom's about ready to go 
nuclear on you."

"I gave it a lick and a promise," Neil says.

"It's still filthy, isn't it?"

"I'm too sexy to do chores."

You give him a little snort of laughter. "Dammit, but 
you're worthless." He follows you into his kitchen, and 
you drop the casserole dish on the table. "Tell me you 
at least have a clean plate and a clean fork."

He waves a hand at the cabinets. "Check and see for 
yourself."

"Maybe I'd better," you say, and head that direction. 
"Do you need me to show you how to operate the 
dishwasher before I go?"

Neil usually lives better than this. His wife Bethany 
does most of the useful stuff around the house. But 
she's in southern Mexico, doing field research for her 
Master's thesis, and she'll be gone for about six more 
weeks. You still live at home with Mom and Dad, so 
you've been delegated to do a lot of housewife chores 
for Neil until Bethany gets back.

What the hell. You'll turn twenty-one this coming fall, 
and that's when you and Jessica mean to get a place 
together. You're a tough girl, you can wait that long.

When Bethany's gone, Neil's really on his own. They 
have this tiny starter house with one bedroom, and they 
have no kids. Neil admitted once that his sperm count 
was too low to conceive. You think that's kind of sad, 
because the two of them would make great parents. But 
with Bethany so far away, it's probably a good thing 
there are no children. Neil could never take care of 
them without a woman around the house.

Sure enough, Neil has clean cutlery waiting in the 
cupboard. "Yeah, you have enough to get you by. I'd 
better get out of here." You turn around and yelp with 
fear. Neil's standing right in your face. "Jesus," you 
sigh, putting a hand on your breast to calm your 
rushing heart. "I didn't hear you coming up behind me."

"It's okay, Princess," he says. "I don't want to scare 
you or anything. Can you stay for a few minutes?"

"Not really." Your brother is standing right in your 
space. You can feel his hot breath on your forehead. "I 
promised Jessica and Dawn we could go see the new chick 
flick at the multiplex tonight."

"Come on, Kendra," he begs, making a sad puppy-dog 
face. "I'm lonely. I need a friend tonight."

You start to feel a little sisterly sympathy for him, 
but then he steps even closer. He's got you backed 
against the lip of counter, and he leans his face in so 
you have to bend backward away from him. This is 
starting to creep you out. "Jessica and Dawn are 
waiting on me. They'll worry if I don't show up." You 
slide sideways against the counter to get away.

He puts a hand on your cheek and starts to draw light 
circles with his fingertips. "Please, Kendra. Please."

The hand on your cheek is connected to a thick arm 
that's definitely stronger than you are, so you can't 
escape that way. And if you go the other way you'll 
smack into the refrigerator. The only way out of this 
scary situation is to talk your way past Neil. "Listen 
to me," you say. "You have friends, people at work--"

"People at work," he sneers. "A bunch of muscle-heads 
whose greatest accomplishment is slamming down six 
whole beers without having to run to the john. No, 
Kendra, I've never been able to talk to another human 
being the way I can talk to you. Not even Bethany." He 
looks deep in your eyes. He takes several deep husky 
breaths, and the hand petting your cheek starts to 
tremble. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't," you tell him. "Stop this while you still 
can."

Your brother answers by putting both hands flat on your 
cheeks and kissing you hard on the lips. Your eyes are 
wide with shock. His tongue licks out of his mouth and 
pushes between your lips, sliding over your teeth, 
exploring your mouth. You're too scared to breathe. His 
tongue is thick and tough, and his jaw works up and 
down while he's kissing you. Your mind races, trying to 
figure out what to do, but it's like your body isn't 
responding. All you can do is stand there, rigid as a 
board, while your brother kisses you like a long-lost 
lover. Or like a whore in the bathroom of a public 
park.

After what seems like several hours he breaks the kiss 
and lifts his face off yours. He still holds your face 
in his hands. You feel a single tear running down the 
corner of your nose, and he leans in and licks the tear 
away. Your heart is pounding furiously against your 
ribs.

Neil smiles at you. "Now you can't tell me you don't 
feel anything when I do that."

His words break whatever spell it was he had over you. 
You raise your leg and kick at his package. The kick 
misses, but your foot connects with his kneecap. He 
bawls in pain, and he takes his hands off you and 
stumbles back several paces. You turn and sprint for 
the door.

Neil catches up with you in the living room and wraps 
both arms around your waist, lifting you up off the 
ground. "Please, Kendra," he begs, while you swing your 
arms and legs in a vain attempt to hit him. "I need you 
to be here with me tonight. I need you to be my 
Princess."

After a moment you stop struggling, because it's doing 
no good. He sets you down, and you whirl around and 
slap him across the face. "Grow up, Neil," you say, and 
you reach out to slap him back the other way.

He catches your hand in his and yanks. You whirl into 
the wall with such force that you feel the drywall flex 
under the impact. You fall down and smack your forehead 
on the hardwood floor. White flowers dance in front of 
your eyes, and you can't make your arms and legs move.

Your brother scoops you up with both arms and places 
you gently on the couch. "I told you, Kendra, I don't 
want to hurt you." He reaches down, grabs your blouse 
in both hands, and rips. Buttons go flying. His hands 
begin to glide over your breasts, but you're too dazed 
to resist. Finally he slips his hands up under the cups 
of your bra and pushes them up, exposing the skin of 
your breasts. His thumbs trace broad lazy circles 
around your nipples.

"Neil, please," you whimper. "I'm your sister. Don't do 
this."

"I have to," he says, as he leans his face into your 
cleavage.

"No," you whisper. "You don't have to." Your voice 
sounds so feeble, even to yourself.

"I need this," he moans, nuzzling his face into your 
breasts. "I've wanted you since you were eleven years 
old. You're so beautiful…" He begins licking and 
sucking at your right nipple.

"I'm not beautiful," you tell him.

He bites gently at your nipple before he answers. "Yes 
you are. You're the most attractive woman on the face 
of the earth."

"Bethany is much more beautiful than I am. What are you 
going to tell your wife?" Your strength is starting to 
return, but you know you'll never be able to fight 
Neil. "How are you going to tell her you've been 
unfaithful, and with your own sister?"

"This will be our little secret."

And you know it will be. Neil is the firstborn, so he's 
Mom and Dad's favorite. If you try to tell, they'll 
turn their backs on you. Maybe you can tell the cops, 
but then the whole damn world will find out about you 
and your brother, and his sick, unnatural lusts.

And what happens if it goes to trial, and somebody 
testifies about the sexual banter between you two? 
Everyone will think you wanted this. The whole world 
will think you lust after your own brother. No, he's 
right. This will have to be your little secret.

You've wondered what your first time would be like. 
You've been saving yourself for the man who will always 
be there. Dawn and Jessica have tried to persuade you 
not to be so snobbish, but you've been willing to wait. 
And now it looks like all your waiting was for nothing, 
because your brother can't control his urges when 
Bethany isn't around.

Neil climbs on top of you, pinning you to the couch. 
His knees straddle your thighs. He reaches down and 
begins stroking your hips through your jeans. His 
erection pokes out through his pajama pants, and you 
realize that's why he came to the door dressed like he 
did. He planned this. And you walked right into his 
sick trap. 

"Oh, God, Kendra," he moans. "Oh, God, your body is so 
perfect. I love you so much, Kendra." His face is 
bright red and he shakes all over with his pent-up 
lust. "You're the only woman I've ever really loved."

His curious hands slide underneath you. He slips his 
fingertips into your back pockets and cups your 
buttocks in both hands as he buries his face in your 
belly and starts licking and kissing. His crotch begins 
slowly grinding against yours, getting faster little by 
little, dry-humping you. His hands on your ass, his 
mouth on your belly, his penis at your crotch. He's 
being awfully slow and thorough in exploring your body. 
He seems afraid to rush things. Then it hits you--he 
thinks this is foreplay! The bastard thinks this is 
romantic! You feel so small and helpless under your 
brother's weight.

Then your body starts to betray you. You feel yourself 
getting wet between your thighs. This can't be 
happening, you think. This man is your rapist. This 
rapist is your brother. Your body can't want to have 
sex with him. He dry-humps you with greater and greater 
ferocity, moaning and kissing and cupping you all at 
the same time. Your blood rushes out of your head and 
into your vagina. You are wracked with lust and hatred 
at the same time.

And all at once, Neil stops moving. His hands go still, 
the dry-humping stops, and he lifts his head in 
ecstasy. You have wondered what it looks like when a 
man comes, and now you know.

Your own orgasm follows a few moments later. You've 
never hated yourself more.

Suddenly limp and spent, Neil collapses on you. His 
breathing slows down, and he looks sleepy. He's still 
on top of you, so you can't get away. He lifts one hand 
up and begins caressing your shoulder. Sick as this 
whole situation is, you have to admit his gentle 
strokes feel good. And though you feel like Neil's 
dirty whore, at least he didn't actually rape you. Your 
self-respect is gone, but your virginity is intact.

You have no idea how long he lies on top of you. He has 
your arm pinned, so you can't even check your watch. 
Jessica and Dawn must be worried. Neil doesn't even do 
you the dignity of falling asleep. He lies there with 
his face pressed into your breast and his hand stroking 
you. He must outweigh you by seventy-five pounds. Your 
legs start to fall asleep.

Finally he lifts his face and looks at you. "That was 
exquisite," he whispers. "I've never felt closer to 
anybody than I do right now."

You don't answer him. You feel like you're going to be 
sick in your own hair.

"We were meant to make love," he whispers. "We came 
from one flesh, and we were destined to become one 
flesh again. I never want this moment to end. You are 
so perfect, Kendra. You're my perfect Princess. I love 
you so much."

You can't help but look down at yourself. You don't 
know what this "perfect" stuff is about. You have a 
chubby belly and oversized jugs. You're not ugly, 
you're just ordinary. His wife is much prettier than 
you are. But he has his mind made up that you're 
perfect. You can't help but wonder how long he's nursed 
the fantasy of having his only sister.

"Tell me you feel the same way," he pleads. "Tell me 
you love me?"

You lift your free arm and stroke his face. "Of course 
I do," you tell him. "This is the best evening of my 
life."

Any lie will do, no matter how disgusting, if that's 
what it takes to make him get up and let you leave. 
You're going to have to find a way to convince Mom not 
to make you bring him dinner any more. How are you 
going to do that without revealing what happened here? 
Well, you'd better get busy thinking of a reason.

Neil kisses your breast and sits up, still straddling 
your body. "Oh, Kendra. I can't tell you how it feels 
to hear you say that. I'm the luckiest man in the 
world, to be able to love a woman like you. Listen, I 
have an idea." He leans in close to your face like he's 
going to let you in on a conspiracy. "This will have to 
be our secret, nobody but you and I can ever know. But 
it doesn't have to end. We can be secret lovers."

"No," you say.

"Sure we can," he says. He's getting more and more 
excited as he talks. "We just have to be careful, 
that's all. Wouldn't it be great if we could be 
together all day, every day?"

"We can't," you tell him. "Your wife will find out."

"Forget about Bethany. I could leave her. I don't love 
her, you know."

"Yes you do."

"No, Kendra," Neil gushes, giddy as a little boy with a 
first crush. "You're the only one I've ever loved, ever 
since we were small. You and I, we could get an 
apartment together, like a normal brother and sister. 
No one would ever have to find out."

Then before you can respond your brother leans down and 
kisses you again. He pulls his fingers through your 
hair and grinds his chest against your breasts. His 
tongue probes your mouth again, aggressive as ever. "I 
love you," he gasps through the kiss, "I need you, you 
are the only one for me, please stay with me forever." 
He kisses your eyes. He sucks your earlobes. He licks 
and kisses at your chin. He snuffles like a pig in 
heat.

You just lie limp underneath him as he tries to make 
out with you. You're not strong enough to fight back, 
but you won't reward him for this behavior. It might be 
over faster if you just give him what he wants, but you 
won't do that. He's stolen your self-respect, you won't 
let him steal your honor too.

His kisses and caresses move down your body. He puts 
his mouth around your nipple and sucks like a baby. One 
hand slips under the waistband of your jeans and traces 
circles on your naked buttocks. The other hand reaches 
down and rubs between your thighs. You can't help 
yourself--you begin to get wet again. You squeeze your 
eyes shut and try to separate from your body.

Your brother unbuttons your jeans and begins zipping 
down your fly. Now you finally respond. You grab his 
wrists in your hands and hold them tight. "Don't do 
that, Neil," you beg him. "Not yet. I'm still a 
virgin."

His eyes get wide and twinkle. "Really?" His mouth 
opens into the widest smile you've ever seen. "I knew 
you were the one! You've been saving yourself for me! 
You're my perfect spotless Princess! Oh, Kendra, I love 
you so much!"

"No," you say, "I haven't been--" But then he breaks 
your grip and you realize there's no point in arguing. 
Your brother thinks you're his Princess, and you're not 
strong enough to do anything about it.

Maybe if you'd worn nasty white cotton granny panties, 
that might have slowed Neil down. But you had to wear 
the comfy silky ones, which are now soaked through. 
Neil is like a kid on Christmas morning as he pulls 
down first your jeans, then your panties. You look down 
at your thick thighs, your chubby belly. The tip of his 
erection is poking out of his pants, soaked with his 
sperm. It should never have been like this.

The head of his penis sticks into your vagina briefly. 
He stretches himself back up to kiss you, and as his 
tongue penetrates your lips his penis penetrates your 
virginity. You've never felt such pain as when he tears 
through you. It's tearing you in two. Surely his penis 
is poking out through your spine. He just lies there 
for a moment, his tongue and his penis both inside your 
body. 

Then he begins to move, the same slow grinding you felt 
a few minutes ago. But this time you feel it moving in 
and out between your thighs. He kisses you and kisses 
you, twiddling your nipples and stroking your hair. The 
grinding picks up speed. You can't breathe under his 
weight. His penis is so huge.

Then he goes rigid. He makes that face again. He bucks 
up and down on you as he shoots his sperm into your 
body. And you can't stop your vagina from clenching 
around him and squeezing him for all he's worth. You 
moan, and hate yourself. He calls out "Kendra! Thank 
you so much! My Princess! I love you! Oh Kendra!"

When it's over, he collapses on you without even 
pulling himself out of your body. He still has you 
trapped. And unless you can persuade Mom not to make 
you come back here, he will have you trapped over and 
over again. His semen is inside your womb. Your virgin 
blood is on his couch. His head is nestled between your 
breasts.

He drifts off to sleep, with his penis still inside 
your body.

You stare at the ceiling, and the tears start to flow.

Darkness falls slowly outside the window of your 
brother's house.

Is this what it's like to be a Princess?

You'll never feel normal or safe again.

THE BIG STEVE

It began as a note that arrived on Monday. Steve was 
coming for a few days. He was accepting the open 
invitation my husband offered him last time we saw him. 
My husband, David, and I liked Steve but he tended to 
drink a bit much for our liking. David and I are 
involved regularly in Church and are our faith played a 
major role in our lives. 

I met David when I was 17 and he was 20. After a year 
courtship we were married. I lost my virginity to David 
on my wedding night and he is the only man I have ever 
had any sexual contact with. I was 21 and David, my 
husband, was still the only man I had ever been with. 
He wasn't a great lover but he was my husband and I 
followed Church teachings despite the words of the 
girls in the office. 

Gina and Sandra worked in the billing office with me. 
They were a bit more wild minded. "Damn girl, You look 
just like that singer Faith Hill. Perfect hair, 
flawless skin, generous bust line and a tight ass. 
Girl, you ought to wear some tight clothes and show 
your husband what you're made of. He better have a 
strong heart." Gina shouted. 

I laughed. 

Sandra chimed in. "Gina's right. I wish I could borrow 
your face and body for one night. I would have to bring 
a club to beat the men off!" 

I laughed at these comments and responded. "That's all 
I would need. Steve knocking at the door when I was 
wearing something skimpy." 

The girls looked puzzled. "Steve? Who is Steve?" Sandra 
asked. 

"He is one of my husband's old friends and he is coming 
this weekend for a visit." 

Gina's turned around quickly. "Do you mean Steve 
Roberts?" She asked, "Oh my God. I haven't seen him in 
years. He was my old boyfriend." We were about to 
resume conversation when the boss entered the room. We 
quickly returned to our seats and the discussion 
abruptly ended. 

A few minutes later I heard Sandra whispering to Gina. 
"You dated this guy?" Sandra asked. 

Gina responded, "Hell yeah for six months. Hottest 6 
months of my life." 

"Really?" Sandra queried.

"Oh my yes," Gina whispered back. I leaned over my desk 
to listen in as Gina continued. "He was an awesome 
lover and he is seriously packing." 

Sandra laughed. I, being naïve didn't understand until 
Sandra whispered, "How big was he?" 

Gina responded quietly, "Very, a full nine inches and 
thick." 

The conversation soon grew too quiet to hear but I had 
heard enough. I knew it wasn't right but I had a morbid 
curiosity. How big was nine inches? My husband David 
had the only penis I had ever seen and I had never 
measured it. I remembered I had a ruler in my desk and 
reached down to pull it out and measured off nine 
inches. 

I gasped and was suddenly turned on. I know it was 
wrong but the mere thought of something that big inside 
me made me hot and my vagina moisten. I stood up and 
went to the cooler for a drink. "What's wrong? Your 
face looks red." My boss asked. 

"I'm just a little warm." I said. He was none the 
wiser. 

I was distracted all day looking at the nine on that 
ruler. Could a man's penis be that big? I had never 
measured my husband's but I knew it wasn't 9 inches 
long. That night going home I was hot and horny. My 
underwear was nearly soaked through with anticipation. 
I wanted my husband's cock more than ever. 

I decided to measure David too but I couldn't bring a 
ruler into the bed without arousing his suspicion so I 
copied the inch measurements up to 9 onto a piece of 
paper to compare my husband to Steve. After we both 
arrived from work I allowed him to eat dinner and asked 
him if he was interested in what we call 'fooling 
around.' 

"Not now dear, I'm too stuffed to get it up," he 
responded. 

"You don't have to move from the dinner table," I said. 

David looked at me seemingly stunned. We had never had 
sex outside the bedroom. "Relax, no one can see us 
now." I said as I closed the shades. I then knelt and 
went under the table from my side to his and, on my 
hands and knees, made my way to his lap. I massaged his 
already stiff penis through his work trousers. I undid 
his belt and unzipped his pants in one motion pulling 
them to his knees. 

His penis was visibly erect in his white fruit of the 
loom's. I pulled them down and immediately engulfed his 
cock as he let out a groan. I began bobbing up and down 
on David as fast as I could. I tried to measure his 
cock with the makeshift tape measure I had made up. I 
lined it up best I could without getting caught and saw 
he measured about 4.5 inches. 

That's when David put his right hand on my head and 
forced me violently up and down as he grunted loudly. I 
hated myself for it, but I wished for a split second 
that I was blowing Steve's big cock. 

After about 20 seconds David ejaculated with a groan 
into my mouth. I did something I had never done. I 
swallowed, and continued sucking David dry. He 
collapsed into the chair breathless wondering what 
brought all this on. I crawled out from under the table 
and slowly sauntered upstairs. 

That night David and I had sex but, again, but I 
imagined Steven's thick penis in me instead of my 
husband's and came to a violent orgasm. Despite my best 
efforts all I could think of that night was Steve and 
his huge rod.

The weekend came and Steve arrived. Despite my best 
efforts I couldn't stop staring at his package all day. 
I honestly didn't notice anything sizeable and wondered 
if the girls were just kidding each other. Then 
Saturday night came. Steve went to a local bar and I 
had a plan. I followed him there and gave money to the 
bartender. 

"That guy is a family friend. Keep the rounds coming 
for him," I said pointing to Steve. 

Needless to say the bartender obliged. David went to 
sleep early for Church but I couldn't sleep. I was too 
excited like a child at Christmastime. I gently went 
downstairs and watched television waiting for a glimpse 
of Steve's dick. 

I fell asleep on the couch when at 3:30 in the morning 
I saw a cab pull in and Steve stumble out of it and 
make his way up the steps. I hid in the shadows as I 
watched him come in and enter his room leaving the door 
slightly cracked. He removed his shirt and my heart 
began to race with anticipation. He reached for his 
zipper and I couldn't see anymore as he collapsed on 
the bed removing his pants. He was clearly, for all 
intents and purposes, blitzed. He rolled on his left 
side so I couldn't see anything but his ass. 

I felt my juices roll down my leg as my anticipation 
grew. I wanted this man more than anything ever and 
despite the fact that my husband was sleeping upstairs, 
I was going to have him. I turned off all the lights 
leaving the downstairs in total darkness. I then 
tiptoed into his room. I never considered. What if he 
turned me down? What if he yelled? What if he wondered 
who was touching him? I just went for it. 

I entered the room, climbing onto his bed next to him 
and began slowly rubbing his belly. He rolled over onto 
his stomach with a groan. I couldn't see a thing and 
had to go by feel and worked my way down to his boxers. 
I slowly entered them and felt his hot cock. I found 
the shaft and the girls were right. I immediately knew 
he was much bigger than David. 

I was shivering with anticipation now.

Steve laid back and just groaned while I knelt at the 
foot of his bed. I could tell by feel that his penis 
was twice the thickness of David's. I slowly moved it 
to my tongue and moistened the entire huge head. I was 
too impatient. I took as much as I could into my mouth. 
I could fit all of David's dick into my mouth but only 
about half of Steve's thick pole. I used my hand to 
jerk the rest while I sucked off what I could. 

I tried to control my emotions and slow down. I didn't 
want him to cum in my mouth. I wanted this monster in 
me. After a minute I stood up and removed the sweat 
pants I was wearing making myself bare from the waist 
down. I then straddled him and grasped his cock 
attempting to insert his huge prick into my tight 
pussy. I tried to be quiet but I let out a soft groan 
as his baseball bat sized organ penetrated me. 

I thought, what if my husband wakes up and comes in 
here? It didn't matter it was too late to turn back 
now. I moved back and forth slowly as his cock 
penetrated further and further into me. I was being 
filled like I had long desired to be. I rocked on his 
thick prick doing all I could to stop from screaming 
out. 

I soon felt his body become rigid. I knew he was going 
to cum. I didn't care that he wasn't wearing a condom. 
I wanted his fat pole to blow its wad inside of me. I 
swayed back and forth until I felt my orgasm coming on. 
I bit my lip and put all of the cock in me I could 
stand as the wave rushed over me. 

I simultaneously heard him groan one last time and felt 
his prick fill up my cunt with his hot cum. When I knew 
he was finished, I went to the bathroom to clean up and 
jumped right into bed next to my husband who was none 
the wiser. 

**

The next morning I woke up with a note on the pillow 
next to me. 

David wrote that I looked tired so he would allow me to 
sleep through church and go alone. I went downstairs 
for breakfast and there was Steve at the kitchen table. 
I sat at the table and said nothing. 

Steve stood up and approached me. "If you wanted to see 
my cock why didn't you just ask?" he said as he pulled 
back his bathrobe to reveal the most majestic penis I 
have ever seen. 

In the light of day it hung half way to his knee and 
was thick as a beer can. Without a word I knelt beside 
him and began to give him head. After a minute of 
polishing his sweet shaft Steve filled my mouth with 
his salty cum. 

One hour later he fucked me to orgasm again on my 
marriage bed. I was able to blow him in the car one 
more time before he had to leave on Monday. 

I have never cheated since, but Steve, if you read 
this, you are always welcome at my house.