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My Dream II
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
My Dream II
Hi. I'm back. A little older, wiser, and, of course... bigger and better.
You remember me; don't say you don't. Come on now, we've grown up together
and been the very best of friends. Inseparable, none can know each other
more intimately than we. Our inner most desires are no secret. Of course,
we've changed over the years. You're always demanding more and more of me
and, the obedient pal I've been, I've delivered. Really now, would you have
expected anything less... of your secret dreams?
You often ask how's it hanging and, of course, I say very nicely thank you
with a wink and a grin. An inside joke... sort of. When unsupported and
flaccid, my uncut manhood dangles heavily, 12 inches. And like a bloated
sausage, it's 2 inches thick in the middle, a little thinner at either end.
The gawks I get in the gym showers never cease to amaze... or amuse me.
When cockpit ready, it can be quite intimidating, to be sure, deserving due
diligence. More than a few have cum just at the sight of my fearful fucker.
Not to boast too much but, I am proud and sure have a lot to be proud of.
It's 16 inches from base to tip, 22 inches thick at either end and a hip
splitting 3 inches in the middle, not including bulging veins, of which
there's plenty. Whoever said the bigger they are when soft, the less they
grow when hard was probably suffering from a terminal case of penis envy.
Fortunately, my knob is nice and pointy, which really helps entering tight
places. And, believe you me, I've yet to meet a heavenly hole that wasn't.
Before you go off in search of Aladdin's lamp, you should know there are
many drawbacks to being so blessed. Even ordinary life can be fraught with
hazards and nuisances. Few people give sitting on the john a second thought.
If I'm not careful when I sit down, it'll be 6 inches deep in water... or
whatever's in there. Not a bad sensation but certainly not hygienic.
You know how most guys huddle the wallwizzer so no one sees their manhood
yet always try to check out the hardware in the neighboring stall? Not me,
what the fuck, let them eat their hearts out. I stand a foot away, pull out
my wiener, and give it a couple of slow strokes from base to knob to get out
the kinks (heh, heh, heh). By then, I've sure got their attention, awe and
admiration. I usually just slip my hands in my back pockets, providing an
unobstructed view, and cock my hips if necessary for proper aim. I'm done
in a just a few noisy seconds. Hey, big wieners are big on the inside, too,
and empty really fast, like a garden hose. Then I give it a couple more
obligatory strokes... to milk out any residual wiz... and slap the knob a
couple of times against my hand, noisily. The icing to my little charade is
to nonchalantly turn around as I wrestle my wiener back into my pants. It's
a scream to see males of all ages trying not to be obvious as they ogle my
abundance in utter awe.
A while back, I tried out for the school swim team, and was pretty good at
it. But I was rejected anyway because my appearance was too distracting to
others. Very slender and narrow hipped, the speedo suits were just too
tiny in front to provide modest coverage for my abundance.
Now, I'm not a freak, mind you. I'm not the only one. There are others
like me, though not many. In my sophomore year, I was invited to join the
BBC and gladly accepted. The Big Boys Club, if you are not aware, is a
fraternity of males with oversized genitalia.
You probably think the BBC is a gay club or mostly porno stars, but that's
not true. Most are just ordinary guys whose only distinction is being among
the 1/2 of 1 percent with extraordinary genitals. It's very prestigious.
I offer a good example for you. Get your hands on a 34D cup bra, if you're
lucky it'll be your girl's or sister's, put your gonads inside, and... drool.
So... you've all seen a larger than average cock or two at one time or
another and wondered what it must have been like growing one. Well, it's
your lucky day. I'm going to tell you.
Looking way back, it all started when I was born. Doesn't it always? For
reasons which perplexed us all, I spent 10 months in mom's womb. Otherwise,
it was an easy birth as I was a narrow hipped small baby. The extra month
of development time must have gone to my testicles as mom said they were
rather large and, even more surprisingly, covered with peach fuzz. The
doc mumbled something about precocious puberty and hormones... whatever that
meant. All I knew was my wiener grew quickly from the get go, about 2 an
inch a year.
I never gave it much thought as mom checked me out frequently, measuring and
recording my growth, fondling my gonads and kissing my knob. By the time I
got my first two wheeler at 5, my flaccid wieny was already 3 inches and my
nuts the size of a naval orange. Mom insisted I have a girl's model so I
wouldn't hurt myself.
By the time I was 10 years old, my blunt uncut wiener looked like a hose and
hung 5 inches. I was feeling self conscious from the relentless teasing by
the kids and even the gym teachers, but mom said not to worry, they were
just jealous because I was so big and uncut. I should be really proud as I
already had as much as most grown men! That's when I first noticed a strange
heady aroma about her whenever she checked me out.
My balls ached all the time, they were growing so fast. Boners were the
norm, often for no valid reason and, of course, at the most embarrassing
moments. Since then, I've grown about an inch each year and welcomed my
teens with 8 flaccid inches and nearly a softball size sack of nuts. Word
got around school that I was a real prick but most everyone knew it was an
inside joke.
In our adolescent innocence, guys often copped feels of blossoming hooters
and girls copped handfuls of male crotch. They nicknamed me JJ for Jumbo
Jerome. No one thought of it as sexual harassment then, or how bruising it
might be for those of us so fondled. Mom began checking me out even more
often, making sure I wasn't too bruised or anything. She thought the nick
name amusing and fitting. She said I was as big as dad so I guess I've got
him to thank.
When I turned 15, she explained the importance of cleaning often under the
foreskin on my 10 incher. She said saliva was the best thing and showed me
how I could do it myself. I clean myself regularly now, often several times
a day, enjoying it immensely and the amazing loads that my jumbo love basket
so tirelessly delivers.
Now in my 17th year, I've become quite attached, no pun intended, to the 12
inches dangling from my crotch. It really is a sight to see. You'd think
baggy pants so popular today might do a good job in concealing my abundance.
Wrong! The fat fucker sticks out as it drapes over my huge seed makers.
Each one of my nuts are as big as a baseball. Put a couple in a sock and
you'll get the picture. Easily and incidentally bumped, I've probably had
more groin pain than most males in a life time.
My younger sister wasn't oblivious to my development. I'd often catch her
ogling my groin, as did so many others. She's a pretty hot babe; sort of
reminds me of Bridget Bardot in her prime. I guess I was kind of following
her development, too, often looking at the labels on her clothes to check
her measurements. Almost as tall as me and quite slender, too, she was one
bitching broad in tight slacks. Her mile long legs and narrow 32 inch hips
with thick high buns have that FUCK ME look that test the self control of
virile males. A 20 inch waist and slender rib cage made her pointy, pear-
shaped, 32C cup hooters really stand out proudly, so high on her chest.
Mom and dad had gone to the Bahamas for a long weekend, making us promise to
be good and not do anything they wouldn't do. Later that evening, I was in
the family room watching TV when Wendy strolled into the room wearing baby
doll pajamas. "What're you watching, Jerome?" she asked.
"Up to a second ago..." I said, in my usual annoyed tone, "tv."
Although she sat on the other end of the couch, I couldn't help but notice
her aroma. It was the same kind of heady womanly ripeness, only a little
sweeter, that mom had when she was checking me over. I stared at her pointy
upturned bosom through squinty eyes as she talked, not paying much attention
as she mumbled something about missing daddy.
She slowly unbuttoned her top and let it fall open, gulping like she wasn't
quite sure how I might react. I stared at her hooters, shocked by the size
of the dark puffy areolae distending her sheer sleeper bra. My cock began
to thicken. Wendy noticed and silently kneeled between my legs, sliding her
hands along my thighs, over my baggy shorts, to my crotch.
She cooed with delight as she fondled my love basket, sending my cock
slithering up past my waistbands, under my shirt. As her hands grasped the
root of my manhood, she clamped her thighs together and closed her eyes.
Her womanly aroma became stronger. My manhood throbbed as she slowly slid
her hands along the length of me. When her fingers reached my naked member
at the waistband, she opened her eyes and stared into mine. Continuing her
long upward exploration, she shuddered and squealed when she finally reached
the knob, high on my chest, between my pecs.
Wendy sat back on her ankles and shrugged off the baby dolls. Then she
grasped my hands and pressed them to her breasts. As I fondled the firm
orbs, her nipples quickly emerged from the massive puffy areolae, straining
against the sheer fabric. Wendy removed her bra, raised her hands high over
her head, and took a deep breath, swelling her hooter. I hadn't seen her
tits naked before and was amazed how pointy they were even without a bra and
capped with such incredibly beefy nipples for her tender age. Maybe I wasn't
the only one in the family with oversized sex!
Without a word, she slid her panties down her hips, revealing a dense black
forest equal to mine. A thick throbbing clit proudly protruded from her
puffy labia, glistening with delightfully aromatic dew. I knew that girls
matured earlier than boys, but just couldn't have imagined my younger sister
with so much womanly ripeness lurking between such slender 32 inch hips.
She turned around, bent over, and slowly slid her panties down her long
legs. Wiggling her bottom, she gave me an exquisite view of her densely
forested puffy mons, gaping pink womanhood, tiny anal blossom, and tight
buns as they returned my stare. Turning to face me, she playfully ran her
hands along her torso from thick buns to high hooters. Giggling, she cupped
the pointy orbs and teasingly rolled the jumbo nipples between her thumbs
and forefingers.
"I'm a big girl now, don't you think? Come on, JJ," she teased, "your turn
for show and tell." As I whipped off my tee shirt, Wendy's face turned white
and blank, her eyes glued to the 9 inches of heavily veined manhood sticking
out above the waist of my shorts. I stood up, unzipped my shorts and let
them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and pulled off my socks. Wendy
hooked her fingers in the waistband of my BVD's, pulling them down as she
sank to her knees in front of me. Wendy cupped my balls and put a liplock
on my knob. As she firmly tongued deep into the hole in my manhood, she
slow stroked the length of me with both hands.
Wendy's aroma became intoxicating. Wendy quickly stood and parted her legs,
straddling my hardon as though she were riding a horse. She cupped my buns
and pulled me tightly against her. Our hands caressed each others backs and
buns. Wendy spasmed and her breathing become irregular. She ground her gash
along the length of me, bathing my cock in her juices. I pulled her harder
against me and looked down her back. Her tight meaty buns were parted wide
by my thick cock and 6 more inches of me stuck out past her buns. The sight
was sensational!
With her arms tight around my neck, she buried her face in my shoulder and
whispered, "Oh, JJ... I... I'm cumming," then gasping as her body convulsed,
"Can you feel it? Oooh... I want to feel you deep inside me... like daddy."
"Like daddy!?" Whoa, what is this I'm hearing? "What!?" I said in shock.
"Yeah... for a couple of years now. You didn't know? I thought you were
doing mommy. Come on, fill me with your magnificence." said Wendy. She
swung her legs up around my waist while holding onto my neck and rocked her
womanly crevices back and forth against my cock as I carried her to her
room. She got on her elbows at the edge of the bed, with legs spread and back
arched, her tiny tush and quivering quim stared up at me so invitingly. My
nuts ached at the luscious sight. Her puffy ripe womanhood looked so big
between her narrow hips and tiny tight buns.
The urge to nuzzle her womanhood was overwhelming. I immediately buried my
face into her crotch. My nose parted her bloated labia and sank deep into
the cockpit as I sucked and tongued her jumbo clit. Her hips immediately
began to grind against my facial assault. It wasn't easy to keep centered
on her womanly fruit as it thrashed about so violently. I ran my hands over
her buns and along her sides to her swollen breasts. I gently squeezed the
heavy hooters together then slid my hands down to the jumbo nipples. Fisting
the turgid nipples, I tugged them back toward me like milking a cow. The
more I tugged and twisted the turgid nipples, the more she thrashed and
heaved, almost dislocating my nose as she came again.
She pleaded "Hurry JJ... cock me good... with all you have!! But, go easy,
okay? You're so much bigger than daddy."
She grabbed my dick with both hands and slid my knob up and down her slick
gash to part the puffy labia. When it was centered on the hungry mouth to
her cockpit, she thrust back. Her thick love lips strained to engulf my
knob, then clamped snugly, like a tight rubber band, around my throbbing
knobberooski. I grasped her hips and quickly buried a few more inches.
Wendy recoiled and I pulled back, thinking I had hurt her. But, she quickly
said "no, no, no, it's ok, it's ok, it only hurts a little. God! You're so
fucking big!!"
In spite of all her fucking with dad and her incredible juicing, it was
obvious that her passion pit was being put to the test by the likes of my
manhood. But she was as determined and undaunted as I to consume all of me.
With little more than half of my length in, I reached what I guessed was her
womb. Pushing a bit further, stretching her vagina, she accommodated 11
inches of me and no more. "Mmmmm," Wendy cooed, "that's as deep as daddy
goes. Stir it around a little."
Rocking her hips and mine from side to side, I teased and poked her womb
with short 3 inch strokes. Wendy liked that, a whole lot, as she was soon
heaving convulsively with one devastating orgasm after another. They must
have relaxed her womb as my pointy knob suddenly sank the remaining 5
inches. She gasped, shuddered and wailed "Oh, JJ... OH... MY GOD!"
Firmly grasping her narrow hips, I began long stroking. Within moments, we
reached a ferocious pummel fucking pace. Her hooters flailed wildly, buns
quivering, as our bodies pounded furiously, slapping noisily, into each
other. It was incredible, sensational, the feeling, sight, sound, and aroma
as 16 inches of mega manhood slithered full length in and out of my slender
sister. I grasped her thick nipples in my fists and tugged backward, hard,
as I slam dunked her love nest with ferocious 15 inch strokes. Minute after
minute she cummed, wailing with joy, as my sweaty balls slapped painfully
against her clit.
Suddenly, my balls began vomiting their contents, swelling my raging ramrod
as the load travelled its length. Minute after minute, my belly convulsed
as my cannon, amazingly, fired round after round after round of cum deep
into the belly of my little sister. She raised one knee then the other to
the bed and then sank down onto her belly, joyously cooing "I thought daddy
was filling... what a feeling! Good God, JJ... my tummy is bloating with
your cum, there is so much!!!"
What a luscious sight as I looked down at my little sister. Her tiny bum
was 14 inches away yet we were still joined! The knob of my throbbing
stallion was trapped by the snug sphincter of her love canal. Her body was
glistening with sweat, heaving with each short gasping breath.
She softly moaned as I rubbed her back. Around to the sides, I gently
caressed the sides of her bulging hooters, then down along her tiny waist
and narrow hips to her ass. As I firmly kneeded her small meaty buns, I was
struck by the provocative sight of my thick heavily veined manhood sticking
out from the base of her tiny buns. I gently parted her buns and was
overwhelmed by the sight of the little pink aperture.
I climbed onto the bed, planting my feet easily on either side of her narrow
hips into a squatting position. Still kneeding her behind, I eased my cum
slick knob out of her cunny snare and slid it along her gash to her anal bud.
Wendy squeezed her thick buns around my knob for a long moment, cooing. Then
deeply arching her back, she pressed her anal pucker firmly against me and,
vigorously wiggling her ass, squealed with delight. I slowly lowered myself,
sinking in a deep knee bend. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight, her
cheeks spread wide by my girth as 16 inches of heavily veined colossal cock
slowly disappeared in her tiny bum.
We played all night. Wendy was incredible and insatiable, my nuts tireless.
She even showed me a few tricks she learned from dad. When the phone woke
us mid morning, my soft cock was still 12 inches deep in her ass. Wendy
told dad that we were both fine but, scrunching her buns and smiling, said
she never felt more constipated. Chuckling, I couldn't imagine why! My
manhood began to throb and snake deeper into her juicy cum filled bowels.
She told dad to tell mom not to worry then, grinding her hard bum against
me, added we weren't doing anything they wouldn't do.... I'm not sure he
didn't understand.
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