My wife Sally and I moved into a bungalow in a nice neighborhood. She looked out the window and said, “The guy next door looks a bit creepy.”
I said, “I should go meet him.”
He was on the front porch of his own bungalow, not a very big guy about thirty five with a shaved head and black-rimmed eyeglasses. It was a warm day and he was in shorts and a tight tank-top. His name was Victor. We shook hands and he invited me inside.
It was in his living room that I first noticed his dramatic body. He was lean and hard with dramatic ropes of veined muscles. I felt my cock stir.
He seemed to have a habit of standing too close to people. I suddenly realized that my hand was on his upper arm. I don’t know how it got there. My fingers encircled his bicep. It felt like a chunk of wood. When I squeezed I felt the raw, tight power of the man. I was afraid of him suddenly. I made a mental note to never cross him. I was taller and I outweighed him. But I’m not much of a physical specimen–I knew this guy could crush me easily. My erection was raging now, my heart was pounding. Ever so slightly, I began to tremble.
When He rested the palm of his hand on top of my head, I knew It was a command. Just like that, I obeyed.. When my knees hit the floor I was looking at a huge, angry, one eyed monster.
He said, “Take your time. I’m in no hurry. Just kiss it for a while, you know, as a sign of respect.” I was down there kissing forever– the monster cock, his balls, his hole. Then he had me using my tongue. I lollipopped him for a long time. Allow me to say that this wasn’t my first blow job. Back in high school I lusted after certain boys– boys who, like Victor, had eye-popping shoulders and arms. Occasionally a boy would allow me to service him. Of course, I’d never seen a hunk of anatomy like this!
Finally he pushed it into my mouth and said, “Be a good girl and watch the teeth.”
It was inside my mouth for a very long time while I sucked and swirled my tongue. With my fingers I feathered his balls and tickled his hole. When he said he was in no hurry he wasn’t kidding. I realized that Victor had complete control over his orgasm. I also realized that the cock in my mouth was a lady killer. Without a doubt he made them all cum with ease. I knew it. I felt it. I was suddenly jealous and humiliated by my own inadequacy in that department.
The head of his cock was fat and purple. It filled my mouth. I felt it swell inside me. I gazed up at him. He had removed his glasses and was wearing a smug smirk, a look of triumph, of victory. I wondered how he had pulled this off. He hadn’t seduced me. Apparently I had seduced myself. He merely presented himself to me and I got hard fondling the brick in his arm.
He was still in my mouth when he said, “I saw your wife– not bad at all.”
I went, “mmmm.”
“Does she cum when you fuck her?”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t think so,” he said. “She looks unhappy.”
“Mmmm.”
“No worries,”, he said, “when I fuck her she’ll go off like fireworks.”
“Mmmm.”
“Would you like to watch?”
I nodded my head and he said, “Teeth.”
He was really working me over now, giving me a good pounding. He grabbed a fistfull of my hair and drove that cock into me repeatedly like a hot, thick piston. I was a mere vessel, his receptacle.
Eventually he took pity on me and allowed himself to cum into my mouth and all over my face. I left without a word, wiping my face with my tee-shirt. The back of my throat hurt, my lips were numb. My entire face ached. But the real damage wasn’t physical. I had been thoroughly skull-fucked. I felt small, empty. Victor and his monster had undone me. I knew that I was broken, not for the day, but for good. I hurried home, an insect with an desperate erection.
Sally was at the kitchen counter when I pressed my hardness against her butt. It was a mistake. I should merely have gone into the bathroom and jerked off. “My God,” she said, “what’s gotten into you? What were you doing next door, looking at porn?”
We were soon naked on the bed. I gazed with shame at my meager erection. Thinking of Victor’s nine inch rolling pin, a wave of humiliation swept over me. Sally was once kind enough to tell me I had six inches when we both knew it was a lot less than five, and very thin. After all, it was she who had measured me. “It grows inside me, I can feel it,” she had said. So you’re really six inches, and I’m told that’s average”
She told me that back in the early days, before she realized how terrible I was in the sack.
What wasn’t average about my dick was its shape. It did not thicken at the tip like Victor’s with it’s enormous knob, like the cocks of my high school buddies back in the day. The head of my dick was a little eraser on the end of a pencil stub.
I was frantic when she threw her legs over my shoulders. Little Dickie was dripping. I was already close to ejaculating. She said, “Come on Big Boy, ravish me.”
Big Boy. Ravish. She enjoyed running me down these days. She’d been doing it for a while now. It was second nature to her. I think she thought about it while masturbating. She took hold my cock and said “What’s that guy’s name anyway?”
I said, “Victor,” and came on the bed. When I rolled over on my back she said, “You’re such a little girl.”
I did not know it at the time but it was the last time she would touch my cock, ever. I did know one thing, however: she and Victor would make a marvelous couple.
As we lay there on the bed she said, “Listen girl, you’re famous for your quick little fucks but this takes the cake.”
“Maybe if we did it more often this wouldn’t happen.”
She said, “Don’t make me laugh.”
When we got married a year earlier neither of us knew a thing about sex. But when she watched porn with her friends she learned that it was supposed to last more than five seconds. She would also have learned how badly I was lacking in the size department. That’s when the digs and insults began.
Clearly she was angry about it. She felt cheated and I couldn’t blame her. So she worked on me, belittling me incessantly, laughing at my pencil and my pathetic performances. And now I had hit rock bottom. I was nothing. I was that little puddle of cum on the bed. But at least I had the satisfaction of knowing that she had not broken me. Victor had. Victor and his purple pile-driver.
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Never, ever would I have thought they would include me. They didn’t always. But when they left the bedroom door open it was an invitation. I would enter and strip naked. The very sight of Victor’s hard, sculpted nakedness did two things to me. It filled me with shame over my own butterball build. And it made me so hard my little dick dripped.
Of course I knew why I was invited. I was a plaything, a mascot. It always started with Victor roughing me up a bit. No, he never struck me. But we would grapple. He would overpower me with his lean, muscled frame and render me helpless.
So there we were, Victor and I standing at the foot of the bed, he behind me with his arms snaked tightly around my throat, squeezing. I could feel his hot meat pressing against my bare ass as we both watched Sally finger herself on the bed.
She was drenched in her juices as she said, “Give it to him Vic. Squeeze the fuck out of him. Tighter, tighter, turn him purple. You know how much he likes it. Look at his pencil.”
It was true. I was stroking myself as he squeezed the life out of me.
She said, “Oh my God Vic. You worked out today, I can tell. Your arms are beautiful.”
I knew this to be true because his arms were always beautiful enough to make the pencil pop. Now, as I stroked myself with my right hand, the fingers of my left hand were curled around his upper arm, exploring the steel cables that punished me. It was delightful.
She said, “Oh my God Vic, he’s purple. You’re so awesome. I love you.”
Somehow Vic always knew when I was close to orgasm. That’s when he cut off my air supply. I was just about to pass out when my head exploded in color. It was the fireworks he’d spoken of, wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure.
Sally said, “Vic, you’re amazing. You made the pencil shoot four feet.”
To me she said, “Girlie, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
I collapsed on the edge of the big bed gasping for air. But I managed to say this: “I love you Vic.”
Now I would watch as Vic serviced Sally. Luckily, she was awash in pussy fluid. I’d never seen her so wet. Of course I was never one to make a girl get wet. I really never needed lube since the pencil slipped so easily into the pussy, made a small deposit and fell out like a worm. Even with all that lube Vic was careful. He slowly worked his huge, gleaming dome inside her.
She experienced an immediate orgasm. She went coo coo coo… oh… oh!
It amazed me how quickly she could cum with a real dick inside her.
He said, “how do you want it Babe?”
“Oh Vic, fuck me slow. I’m still sore from last night.”
“I’m not surprised,” he said. “That was was one wild fuck. Did Girlie ever give you a ride like that?”
It was funny. We all laughed
He worked slowly, methodically, sliding it in, backing out, each gentle thrust going deeper. Victor was a lean, muscled sex machine. I admired the attitude of his hips, cocked at an angle to insure maximum penetration. I thought, “So that’s how it’s done.” She suddenly cried out and said. “Oh my God, what are you doing? That’s so lovely. I love you.”
“I’m in up to the hilt Babe,” he said. “What you feel is my knob kissing your cervix.”
Injecting a bit of levity I said, “Oh Vic, I could never do that,” and we all laughed again. The very notion of such a thing was, of course, laughable.
You might think that watching such a spectacle would make me hard. But I had had my orgasm. I was never one of those guys who could get it up for a second go. Sally found that out early on. One boner per day, that’s me. Now wrinkled, shriveled Little Dickie had disappeared. He was my little raisin now, hiding somewhere in a tuft of pubes.
Vic said, “Fasten your seat belt Sally. You’re about to have a cervical orgasm.”
His ass began to move in a circular motion. In my mind’s eye I could see that fat, magic mushroom massaging her cervix. Sally was beside herself with joy, laughing, crying, shuddering in the throes of orgasm. It lasted so long that she became exhausted and went limp, whimpering with pleasure. She was helpless, having been fucked into oblivion.
She said, “Vic, my love, please cum inside me.”
“Not today Babe. Girlie here needs a facial.”
When Vic pulled out of Sally she said, “Oh my God I’m still cumming. I can feel it in my toes. Am I going to cum all day?”
“That only happens in rare cases,” he said. “But you’ll be good for at least an hour.”
Yes, I would soon be taking another pounding. It would start with a tender kiss on the slit on the crest of Purple Mountain. And it would end with the money shot. When he applied the facial I would look ghostly and foolish.
We would all have a good laugh.
