*** Prologue ***
I can’t stop thinking about my girlfriend, Sara. She’s incredible. She’s magical. She is so ridiculously, goddamned sexy. I’m not just saying that because she’s my girlfriend. I’m not just lying on the internet. No, I’m not saying such sweet things because I think she’s gonna read this story. She doesn’t know I’m writing this. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even know I post erotic stories here. She isn’t gonna see this. I mean…
I certainly fucking hope she doesn’t.
…as I was saying. Sara is a beautiful person – and I mean a truly beautiful person. I’m not just saying she’s hot – though, I should reiterate, she is fucking hot – she has a beautiful soul. I asked her once what she thought about big dicks, and she asked me what I meant. Then I explained, and she laughed at me. She believed – truly believed, not that toxic positivity bullshit – that every man was born equal. That in bed, we were all the same. That there was nobody lesser. And, by extension, that there was nobody…
…more.
So I kissed her goodnight, and I finished my beer.
I drifted to sleep;
I had nothing to fear.
There was no guy in the world she would choose over me.
…right?
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Truths After Dark, Part 1:
THE GUY SHE WOULD CHOOSE OVER HIM
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It was a strange, sickening sort of pleasure to watch the girlfriend I knew, the one I loved, the one who knew for sure that she loved me most of all, die before my eyes.
Carried away on a flood of dopamine and lust, stolen by seven and a half pulsating inches of girth, nine and three-quarter mouth-watering inches in length, of him.
Sara groaned as she sank down slowly atop him, legs spread, sitting reverse cowgirl. Her bra was still on – apart from that, stark naked – cleavage dangling in front of his face. A constellation of freckles painted her upper breasts and sternum, pale skin jiggling with each thrust. Meanwhile, a lethal monster of a cock, a weapon most likely in defiance of one or several Geneva conventions, disappeared slowly inside of her.
Squelch, came the sound of her pussy. He was naked too, his muscular legs splayed beneath hers, hands looking huge as they gripped her ass tight. She began to moan, then covered her mouth with one hand, glancing at me. I realized with a jolt that this might have been the first time she had moaned involuntarily during sex. Her eyes held my own. Dis as his dick squeezed in another inch, and her eyes snapped back to his as she inhaled sharply. I’d always prided myself on my girth. I certainly couldn’t compete with this guy for length, but maybe… maybe I’d still be the thickest dick she’d ever had. I reckoned if I had my entire dick in her, I could stretch her out about as much as he had so far. Well… ok, maybe not quite that much. But close number two wasn’t so bad. One issue –
He was two inches in.
He still had seven and a half inches left. And the tip of his dick, the part already thicker than my entire cock, was the skinniest part of his.
Ok. Well, no need to panic – the rest might not fit. Sara had always felt pretty tight when I fucked her – he was probably already pushing at her upper limit. If he just left the rest of his dick outside –
Squelch. A third inch disappeared inside her pussy, her slippery opening stretching past the width I’d ever pushed it. She gasped, and I looked into her eyes, hoping faintly to see pain, to see doubt. Maybe even shame, for cheating on her boyfriend right in front of him.
Stars sparkled behind her eyes. Her cheeks blushed. Her mouth hung open, overwhelmed by sensations. A moment passed.
Her pussy began to drool. She smiled.
…oh well. Fuck me, I guess.
Squelch. Fuck her, more accurately. He did just that, driving in another inch, and reached behind her back to flick her bra off with one hand. Her perky tits bounced free, and she cooed as the cool air hit her breasts, leaning into him. He tossed the bra to the side and laid into her tits with both hands, kneading one nipple between his finger and thumb, gently nibbling at the other. She let out a giggle that was broken partway by a gasp as he thrust again. He gave one last squeeze goodbye to her breasts, then his hands returned to her waist, gripped her hard.
Squelch. He scrunched his forehead with concentration as he rolled his pelvis, cock grinding inside of her. She bit her lip, letting out a low whine, scrunching her eyes closed. She held back from moaning out loud. Just barely. Some part of her was still thinking rationally, I saw. Something close to hope blossomed gingerly in my chest. She knew she couldn’t give in to this guy completely, not with her boyfriend standing three feet away. She was still in control. My girl.
Squelch. He shoved in, just another half an inch, and she gasped, jerking up straight on top of him, throwing her head back. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back, and her fit, slender stomach writhed in the open air. I caught a glimpse of her pussy, and was confronted in mute horror with the scale of his invasion. Her pussy expanded around his cock, his dick so thick that the wrinkled, layered skin of her labia and vaginal wall unfolded, inch by inch. Surface area previously hidden within the wrinkles were revealed. Every square inch of hyper-sensitive, nerve-packed, oxytocin-releasing skin in her pussy dragged against his cock, sending tremor after tremor up her spine as he thrusted.
She met my eyes. A lump formed in my throat. She fought to hold her focus on me, eyes frantic, almost overwhelmed by the stimulation. She held my gaze just long enough for me to read what those eyes were saying.
I’m sorry.
She moaned, and her eyes closed, one hand reaching up to knead her breasts, as the other slunk down to rub at her clit feverishly, desperately. She bounced on top of him, trying to shove more of his cock into her. He held her firm, refusing her to experience an inch of his cock without savoring it.
I sank to the ground, a bitter weight settling in my stomach. Too enraptured by the sight of them, or maybe just too fucking cowardly, to do anything.
Squelch. He drove her ass down another fraction of an inch with one hand, enjoying the view of her bare tits wobbling in the air for a moment, before he grabbed the back of her head with his free hand. He pulled her back down, and her eyes flew open, an oh escaping her lips, as he took control. One hand grabbed her pale ass tighter, rocking her on top of him, as the other held her head inches from his face. Her mouth hung open in surprise, close enough for him to taste the moisture of her breath. My stomach twisted as he leaned forward, stopping just short of a kiss. Their lips grazed, and I could almost see the static electricity sparking. I watched her eyes sparkle with anticipation, ready for the kiss, wanting it.
Then his tongue unfurled from his mouth, and he licked. His tongue dragged from her jawline, all the way up to her cheekbone. He tasted her sweat, marking her gorgeous freckled cheeks with a trail of glistening saliva. He pulled back, watched for her reaction. I looked back to her eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.
That flirtatious, almost romantic glimmer in her eye was gone. An animal in heat stared down at him, panting, drooling, eyes lost in primal instinct. Her pussy was flowing. She licked her lips, scooping up a gob of his spit that had gathered on the corner of her mouth, gulping it down. She swallowed, eyes locked on his.
He smiled. Good girl.
Squelch. He rewarded her by pushing another inch of cock in, thicker than the last, and she grunted as she discovered her pussy had even more nerve endings after all. She growled, dark eyes fixed on him, and he smirked, pinching her ass in response. She bit her lip, whining. I sank into the background of the room, preferring to pretend I was just as invisible as they were acting like I was.
Squelch. A curtain of her wavy, chestnut hair fell loose, slipping in front of her face. He tucked it behind her ear. She shivered. She pulled her head back slightly, his grip on her relaxing just enough to let her, his huge hand still bunched in her hair. I watched as her eyes drifted down, slinking over his body, drinking in his physique. His thick, tanned muscles, veins bulging. His messy, black hair, slick with his sweat, sticking to his forehead. His flexing pelvic muscles, a sharp V that pointed down to that dick.
Shlip. He let go of her head finally, and his slow invasion of her pussy ceased. He leaned her back, pulling their bodies apart, slowly drawing his massive cock from her depths with a long sluuuuurp. Her faced scrunched up with pleasure as she felt his cock slide its way back out her pussy for the first time. Only a little more than half of it was coated in her slime; almost four inches of dick remained, yet to enter her.
He slid his dick out of her completely with a squelch. His enormous hands grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, pinning her to the bed beneath him. She writhed, giggling beneath him as they wrestled for a moment. He grabbed both her hands with just one of his, and reaching down with the other, dropped his massive cock onto her stomach with a wet slap. Her giggling stopped as she gazed down at his dick, its thickness a stark contrast to her tight, lithe stomach. At its thickest point, his cock was almost a third of the width of her waist. He slid the underside of his cock along her pussy lips, teasing her, making her coo as he pushed his dick all the way up until his balls pressed against her pussy, leaving a wet trail on her stomach as it went. She went quiet again, looking down at his dick.
The tip of his penis reached well past her belly button.
It occurred to me, almost like a distant curiosity, that the reactions he’d gotten out of her so far were thanks to his incredible girth, not his length. He’d only used about 6 inches of his massive tool so far; that was even less than the length of my dick. He had four more inches left to go. She gazed down, and for the first time, I thought I saw doubt, even a little fear, on her face. She was thinking the same thing I was.
Would that thing even fit in her?
I struggled to think back to my sexual education. The average woman’s vagina is only four inches deep at most times, but during arousal, it can grow much longer. Most measurements conclude it can get as deep as seven inches; however, those experiments were performed in labs, under bright lights, the test subjects surrounded by old men in lab coats, with a cold, metal measuring instrument shoved up inside her vagina. Not exactly the most stimulating conditions. In theory, the more aroused a woman got, the deeper her pussy grew. The more a guy turned her on…
…the more of him she would fit.
A guy has good reason to try to breach those depths. At the bottom of a woman’s pussy, just above her cervix, lies the fabled A-spot. A place so dark and deep that many women don’t even know they have it, that fewer men have ever reached; the elusive final piece in the puzzle of female pleasure. I’ve never hit Sara’s A-spot; I’ve always had to fight hard for her orgasm, coaxing it out slowly, with the help of her fingers rubbing her clit, and years of my own experience with her body. I had always wondered how much easier it would be, if I had even one more inch. How much closer I could have brushed to the nucleus of her pleasure.
His dick was four inches longer than mine.
He picked up his cock from her stomach, and she trembled with anticipation as he placed just the tip of his dick against the entrance to her pussy. He left it there, as he picked up her legs and folded them over each of his shoulders. He adjusted their positions, realigning her ass, aiming his dick like an arrow pointing straight into her pussy. He pressed his cock half an inch into her, her pussy making a slurp. She cried out. He held it there, looking into her eyes. She stared back, wide-eyed, pleading, panting.
He glanced up, and a stab of shame shot through me as his eyes met mine. I froze. He watched me for a moment, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.
Better luck next time, bud, his eyes seemed to say. He pushed, just a fraction of an inch. She squealed. Next time, try having a dick twice as big as any other man your girl ever has a chance of meeting. Keeping her loyal is pretty easy in that case.
Wow. Thanks for the advice, man. I’ll try that right away.
My girlfriend whined, shuddered against his control, every cell in her body begging to get fucked.
He thrusted.
Shloop. Nine inches of throbbing cock slid inside her, juddering with the friction. Her stomach bulged, an outline of his dick imprinted against her stomach. He came to a stop, finding home. Uncharted territory. His alone.
Sara’s face went stiff.
There was a pause. He held his dick in the unfathomable depths of her pussy. She blinked, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. A bright red flush flooded her chest, making her nipples stand on end. The silence hung for a long moment.
Sploosh. Juice gushed from her pussy, drenching his dick.
She squealed.
Her composure broke, and she shuddered against him desperately, motor reflexes taking over. She writhed against the mattress, shuddering her entire body against him, legs locking around his neck. Tears rolled from her eyes and a dark blotch bloomed on the bedsheets beneath her pussy. She started to spasm, buckling against his dick, trying to suck it as deep as it could go.
He roared, grabbing her wrists, pinning her down, force-feeding his dick into her aching pussy. She creamed all over him as he hammered into her, faster and faster, and she screamed.
A thought tickled at me, uninvited.
This is happening because of you. You wanted this, and you know it.
That wasn’t true… right? The memory fuzzed, went incorporeal. I frowned, trying to push through the haze of intoxicating arousal and jealousy that clouded my mind. I couldn’t hold on to the thought. It slipped past.
I looked at her. Her pretty face, scrunched up in a mask of beautiful agony, tears of joy drying on her cheeks. Round, perky tits like ripe melons, bouncing, swollen with arousal, larger than I’d ever seen them. Those adorable freckles, smattered across her upper chest, drowned out by the red flush that flooded her chest, neck and face. I took a tour down her torso, watched her abs clench and unclench as he slammed into her, and I savored the tight curve of her waist. Her fit legs, wrapped around his body, ankles knocking together with the violence of his thrusting. She spent 8 hours a week working out for that body. That perfect body. She came home smelling like sweat every time, and she always wanted to fuck me after. A sickening weight hit me, realizing all too late how incredibly lucky I’d been, knowing that body was all for me, for my pleasure.
It wasn’t a sound that pulled me back into the moment, but the lack of one. Sara’s breath ran out, her massive, three-minute long orgasm reaching its peak. He pressed her ass onto his dick, hard. He groaned. A moment of quiet stretched. Her pussy twitched. Her eyelids fluttered, and a bead of girly cum rolled down her leg, hitting the bedsheet.
He moaned, his fingers gripping her ass so hard they left red marks behind.
She squealed as he pumped his load inside of her.
His cum flooded from her pussy, dripping down her legs.
Her legs shook, and her head sank slowly down to the pillows, utterly exhausted.
He collapsed beside her. Half a minute passed silently. My eyes were fixed on his cum dripping from her pussy.
She looked up blearily, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she looked at me. She gazed at me, expressionless, and I saw shame creep into her expression as she realized what she had just done.
…I should probably explain how this whole mess started, I guess.
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Truths After Dark, Part 2:
HOW THIS WHOLE MESS STARTED, I GUESS
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Coming next time!