“Fucking hell, you’re massive,” she grunted.
It came out in a staccato stutter as Ratboy slammed away at her from the back. Still, always a good ego boost and I started to plump up.
“Well, don’t just stare at it. See how big you can make it.”
She reached up to grab my cock, wobbling a bit due to her boyfriend’s vigorous ploughing. She wrapped her fingers round it, her hand not able to close even though I was only three quarters hard; I could tell by the way her eyes widened that she was slightly overwhelmed by how much cock she was holding. She started to stroke me but almost capsized off the sofa so quickly stuffed me in her mouth.
Or tried, at least.
I’ll be honest, I’m not a massive fan of blowjobs. I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but I could count on the finger of one hand the good blowjobs I’d had. One of the downsides of having a monster cock; I’m sure you can sympathise. Occasionally I’d met a proper size queen who took my dick as a challenge and really went to town. The number who had conquered that challenge was even smaller and it was usually a one time thing. Why climb Everest twice when you’d only narrowly survived oxygen deprivation the first time round?
So oral sex for me was really only worthwhile for the aesthetic pleasure of watching a beautiful woman’s face distended around my hog. Butterface’s mouth was definitely distended but it made her look disabled.
“You don’t have to be gentle with her, mate,” advised Ratboy. “She’s used to dealing with me. She could suck a golfball through a hose.”
But could she suck a tennis ball through a Pringles tube?
I stuck one hand on the back of her head and reached down to grab a swaying tit with the other. They really were exceptional, I reflected, as I roughly kneaded her firm titmeat whilst probing her throat in earnest. I hadn’t got more than a third of my cock in her mouth but the saliva starting to soak my pubes confirmed that she was definitely beginning to earn her keep.
“Watch out, mate, I’m switching holes. Careful she don’t bite your dick off.”
Sweet of him to care but his girlfriend couldn’t have closed her mouth even if she’d tried. My dick was so fat it was practically dislocating her jaw.
He pulled open her arse with one hand, grabbed the base of his cock with the other and just stabbed forward.
“Gruhmph!” said Butterface, her throat vibrating around my tightly stuffed dick. Maybe there are some positives to a spitroast.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” said Ratboy, lancing into her guts.
His long, thin cock had come into its own. Once the head was in, six inches followed right behind. Having penetrated her puckered arsheole there was seemingly no resistance. None of that patiently working an inch in at a time business that I so often had to go through.
Which suited Ratboy just fine. Ratboy was like one of those guys who passes his driving test and immediately crashes his car showing off. He had no intention of taking his girlfriend’s virgin sphincter for a careful spin; he was going to thrash it senseless till he ended up in a ditch. He was using her arsehole like he’d used her cunt. With inevitable results.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute before Ratboy made a sound like he’d just managed to pass an enormous bowel movement as (ironically enough) he came deep in the bowels of his little slag of a girlfriend.
Ratboy unceremoniously pulled out with a mightly slap across her arse and a muttered, “Fucking hell.” He staggered backwards, his lanky, slimy cock pinballing against his thighs and started rooting in a drawer. Having found the bag of baccy he was searching for, he slumped into a stained armchair and started to build a joint.
As an afterthought, he said, “Why don’t you give her arse a go? She won’t mind.”
I had been about to flip her onto her back, fuck her senseless and then get the hell out of there. But it was a tempting offer. Embarrassingly enough, I’d never earnt my brown wings. Multiple women had let me put my fingers, tongue and toys in their bumholes but always drawn the line at my forearm-sized fuckpipe. I looked down at Butterface’s beady little eyes. It was hard to tell her opinion on the matter, beyond the fervent desire that I unwedge said forearm-sized fuckpipe from her oesophagus.
I acquiesced, my dick sliding out, sodden with her saliva. Ratboy had never seen me hard so I let it dangle in the air for a bit so he could get a good look. I saw his fingers pause for a second in their task as he clocked the nine inches of cock in front of him.
“You up for that?” I asked Butterface.
“If you want.” Her tone was sullen but compliant. Evidently anal with Ratboy hadn’t been much of a challenge.
“Then suck my balls first, you little slut.”
She immediately did. Ratboy had somehow stumbled on a true submissive.
As she slurped away on my nuts, I stroked my cock, holding it upright so Ratboy could see how comprehensively outclassed he was. I reached for a condom from my wallet and made a performance of gloving up. The condom was the biggest on the market but it was still snug, although perhaps not as tight as I was pretending.
“You don’t need to bother with that rubbish,” Ratboy chipped in. “She’s clean.”
I ignored him. She might have been disease-free – though that was highly questionable – but she certainly wasn’t clean, not with chav spunk currently oozing out of her arsehole.
“Yeah, I think I’ll stick with this, thanks,” I said, releasing the condom with a snap and letting my monster cock bob there. Butterface couldn’t tear her eyes away but her face was 50% lust, 50% trepidation. Time to get down to business.
“Okay, spin round and pull your arse apart.”
“What the fuck? I thought you’d start with my pussy,” she said, her little goblin face all pouty.
Why would I waste time with her pussy? “Do you want this dick or not?”
“Fine. But you better use lube.”
“Of course I’m using lube.” I’d be on trial for murder otherwise.
I slathered the lube all over my dick, letting Ratboy get a good look, while Butterface obediently spun round and stuck her worldclass arse up in the air. Ratboy had soiled the view but it was still a knockout. Okay, less so as she grabbed her bumchecks and pulled them apart. Her bunghole twitched and more jizz oozed out. But it still looked alarmingly tight.
Alarming for her, that was.
I lined up my rubber-skinned bellend with her butt. Ratboy had been no help at all. Apart from the salty mess he’d made, her ringpiece had snapped back into shape after his skinny dick had finished reaming her. I pushed. Nothing. I might as well have lined up my cock with her bellybutton. I pushed harder and she grunted. I pushed harder still and felt a hint of resistance. Progress! I pushed with all my might and with a slow but inevitable gravity I breached her anus before it clamped down like a vice around my corona.
“More lube!”
Now, lube is amazing stuff but it’s not magic and the circumference of my cock was about the same as one of her skinny ankles. Despite the physical mismatch, however, my cock was winning and her arsehole was losing. But I could have done without the earache; each incremental advance was accompanied by whinging request to go slower.