Big Cock Unleashes the Beast

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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My heart pounded. My breath quickened. I could feel my fingers digging into the fabric of the armchair. My wife seemed just as anxious as she fumbled with the man's belt buckle, her nimble fingers shaking with excitement. Months of preparation had led up to this moment.

A massive cock is truly a sight to behold. Man or woman. Gay or straight. It doesn't matter. There's just something so magnetic and spellbinding about an impossibly long, thick cock. And I was about to see one in action for the first time in my life.

Unfortunately, I'm merely average. Molly says she's completely satisfied with my size, though she'd be a poor wife to say anything otherwise. I've made my peace with it. But judging by the way she frantically tore at the man's belt, I could tell she was more than merely curious about what it'd be like to experience someone larger.

My wife had been reluctant when I first shared my fantasy of watching her take a massive dick. I didn't push her too hard, rather taking my time slowly working it into our lovemaking through dirty talk and carefully selected porn videos. As she warmed to the idea, we escalated to purchasing increasingly large dildos and pretending they belonged to another man. Finally, she agreed to start chatting with potential candidates. That's how we ended up meeting Shane.

He was younger than us by at least ten years, studying law at the local university. Shane was polite, clean cut, and handsome, though not enough for me to feel threatened. Honestly, Molly and I both found him to be a bit of a bore. What Shane did have going for him, however, was the largest dick either of us had ever seen outside of porn. It took all of two seconds after opening the first image of it for our plans to "test the waters" to become "does this Saturday work for you?"

Molly was kneeling before the young man, her little black dress riding up to reveal her ample ass and red thong panties. She hadn't bothered to adjust it as her attention was rightfully focused elsewhere. Tonight, the soccer mom was nowhere to be found. Tonight, my wife had transformed into a full-on sex goddess complete with bright red lipstick and fuck-me heels.

I watched her slowly unzip Shane's jeans, as if she were a technician disarming a bomb. There was probably some truth to that. The young man's prodigious bulge seemed to be testing the strength of the fabric, and there was certain to be an explosion tonight. Molly finally pulled his jeans to the ground, leaning forward to rest her face against Shane's rapidly hardening length. I saw the young man shudder at the feel of my wife's warm breath on his barely constrained cock.

"I'm a little scared to let it out."

Molly backed away, running a hand against its outline until her fingers reached the waistband of Shane's briefs. Looking at her face, I didn't see fear in her big green eyes. I saw hunger. She dug her fingers beneath the elastic and began to draw his briefs down.

"Don't worry. It won't bite."

At the hotel lobby bar, Shane had acted his age. Nervous and eager. Awkward, even. In fact, when he'd excused himself to the bathroom, Molly had floated the idea of simply leaving. One glance at the image he'd sent us had kept her in her seat.

That version of Shane was nowhere to be found. He smiled at my wife, knowing the power he possessed over her. He wasn't the wittiest or most interesting guy. He could've probably stood to lose a few pounds and was in desperate need of a haircut. But he seemed to know that once Molly unleashed his monster, she'd be his to do with as he pleased.

If I leaned forward any more in my armchair, I'd have fallen on the floor. Perhaps my wife really was afraid of Shane's cock judging by the way she was taking her time pulling it out. Or maybe she was just savoring every single second of anticipation before it burst forth and the real fun began. Molly revealed inch after inch of clean shaven flesh until she reached the base of his thick shaft.

"Careful you don't put an eye out."

My wife shot the young man a patronizing smile, but moved her face further away from his groin. She shifted her grip of the waistband to either side of him, pulling them down in line with the front. The tension of Shane's erection proved too much for the elastic of his briefs as his cock sprang forth, the angry purple head of it smacking Molly in the cheek.

"I told you to be careful."

Shane put his hands on his waist and stood proudly before my wife, who gasped and put a hand over her mouth. If anything, the image he'd sent us didn't do his massive member justice. It stood straight and stiff with a slight upward curve, thick as a Coke can and webbed with veins. I imagined Molly could fit both her hands around it's shaft and still have an inch or two to spare.

My wife was mesmerized, tentatively reaching out to touch it as if gauging whether a pan was too hot. She briefly grazed the length of his shaft with two fingers before gently grasping it in her hand. Molly paused for a moment, adjusting her grip, trying and failing to get her fingers and thumb to touch.

"It's so heavy. I didn't expect it to be so heavy."

Molly lifted Shane's cock up and down a few times before turning toward me, a wide grin on her pretty face. Her observation seemed strangely wholesome to me. Even though my wife was holding another man's dick in her hand, the enthusiastic way she shared her excitement with me made me feel connected to her. I was too enthralled by the scene to respond with much more than a chuckle and a nod.

She slowly stroked his shaft, pulling the soft skin back and forth over its rigidity in gentle, slow rotations. I watched my wife reach between Shane's legs and massage his large, shaved balls with her fingers, eliciting a gasp from the young man. As Molly worked, her face got closer and closer to the bulbous head of her would-be lover's cock.

Having been married to her for ten years, I knew all my wife's tricks. She was a master at teasing and a virtuoso at deep-throating. But Molly was not used to having so much to work with. I wondered if the methods she used to drive me crazy would even work with Shane. Hell, I wasn't sure she'd even be able to get him all the way into her mouth.

"God damn that feels good."

Molly had run her tongue up the underside of his cock's head, seeming to savor the bead of precum that trickled forth. Moving both hands to Shane's shaft, she stroked in that same rotational pattern gaining speed and power with each stroke. Her tongue circled his head, her warm breath causing the young man to shudder. Finally, I watched her wrap her full, red lips around it, the sides of her mouth stretching to accommodate its girth.

Shane placed a steadying hand on the back of my wife's head as she fed herself inch after painstaking inch of his cock. She took him into her mouth steadily, removing a hand as about half of his shaft disappeared between her lips. Molly reached her free hand and pressed against Shane's, urging him to aid her in her progress. The young man entwined his fingers in her light brown hair and bucked his hips forward. The wet gagging sound my wife made caused my dick to pulse and stir in my trousers.

"Don't hurt yourself now."

"I got this. I got this."

Molly had gotten him about three quarters of the way down when she suddenly wrenched herself off Shane's cock, gasping for air. Thick tendrils of saliva dangled from her lips and the head of the young man's member. I could see my wife, as determined in the bedroom as she was outside of it, giving herself a pep talk, strategizing as to how she might get all of his length down her throat.

When she'd recovered her breath, Molly wiped the spittle from her chin and faced the challenge before her. She once again grasped Shane's cock, tilting her head this way and that, seeking the most advantageous angle of attack. Eventually, my wife opted for a full frontal assault, taking half of his shaft down in one sudden gulp. She held onto legs for greater purchase, pulling against him with her arms while thrusting her face forward.

I listened to her gag and sputter for a few seconds as my wife hit some obstruction to her progress. This had never happened to us. In fact, Molly barely needed to "warm up" to take me down her throat these days. Shane was too thick or too long. Maybe both. But her oral superiority was a point of pride for her. I knew that she'd keep pushing until she was blue in the face. Literally.

Shane groaned loudly when the resistance gave way and Molly found herself with her nose pressed into his groin. The bulge in her throat was noticeable even from across the small room. With me, my wife had a way of contracting her throat muscles to squeeze my dick while inside her. Seeing her impaled as she was, I could almost feel it now. I doubted there was room for her to pull the same maneuver with Shane's impossible cock. I guess there was at least one advantage to being average downstairs.

"Told you I could do it."

"I didn't doubt you for one second."

Molly's voice was raspy, her speech interrupted with coughs and deep breaths. Shane idly stroked himself using her spit for lubrication while waiting for my wife to recover. She looked a mess, her lipstick smeared and mascara running from the tears in her eyes. Her hair, usually pulled into a tight bun, was tangled in all directions after being used as a handhold by Shane. She turned to me and smiled, though I could see how exhausted she was already.

"You OK?"

"Are you?"

I mouthed the words to Molly, who nodded and mouthed her response right back. Seeing her conquer Mt. Shane was as impressive as it was arousing. And the prospect of seeing that same massive cock stretch her pussy to its limit, well, the thought of it was enough to make me burst. But I didn't want her doing anything she wasn't comfortable with. I smiled with all the warmth and pride I could muster and gave her a thumbs up.

Shane looked impatient, his cock starting to sag from the wait. Molly got to her feet and slid onto the bed, laying back and opening her legs. She pulled up her little black dress to reveal her red thong panties. Seeing this, the young man's dick was back to full flag in no time flat.

"Promise me you'll take it slow."

Molly pulled her panties aside revealing her trimmed and glistening vulva. She bent her knees and positioned her heels up on the side of the bed, further opening herself to Shane, who had stepped between her thighs. He laid his heavy cock on her, the head reaching far beyond her belly button. The simple mechanics of how he'd fit inside my petite wife were far beyond my understanding of biology or geometry.

"I'll go real slow. I promise."

Shane pulled back and lined the head of his cock up with her opening, teasing the folds of her vulva with it up and down. When his cock seemed sufficiently coated in her juices, he pushed forward, entering her slowly and deliberately. Molly hissed through her teeth as the bulbous head stretched her in a way she'd only experienced with toys before. The young man, thankfully as polite in-person as he was in our chats prior to tonight, waited for confirmation to continue.

"Keep going. Keep going."

My wife squirmed and clutched at the comforter as Shane began his slow thrust forward. Inch by inch his shaft disappeared into Molly, whose eyes were shut tight. Whether with pleasure or discomfort, I couldn't tell. She suddenly put her hand up.

"Stop. Just give me a minute to get used to it."

Shane froze, looking nervous. I watched my wife breath deeply, as if she was back in her Lamaze classes prior to having our first child. She lifted her head up and adjusted herself slightly before laying flat again.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No. It's just so much to take. I've never felt so ... full."

I won't lie. Hearing that stung a little bit. All men suffer from some feelings of inadequacy, especially when it comes to penis size. I felt a twinge of shame, wondering whether Molly would ever be satisfied with my merely average dick after experiencing Shane's massive full-on cock. And yet I found myself harder than I'd been in years. Again, human biology is a complete mystery to me.

Having been given the green light to continue, Shane eased the rest of himself into my wife's pussy. He paused there without being told to do so, giving her time to acclimate. Molly was breathing deeply again, a look of disbelief on her face that she'd managed to accommodate the young man's impossible cock. When she looked up at Shane and nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust, I knew the real fun was about to begin.

Shane pulled himself out of her about halfway, plunging himself back in to the hilt gently. Molly moaned and bucked her hips. As he settled into a steady rhythm of thrusts, my wife reached down to play with her clit. The young man picked up speed, moving with greater power with every thrust. Soon I could hear the impact of their meeting amidst a chorus of my wife's moans and gasps of pleasure.

"Don't you dare cum yet. Don't you dare fucking cum."

I could see Shane's leg and arm muscles flex and his ass cheeks clench. Molly spoke through gritted teeth, her tone commanding, her voice still raspy from her earlier efforts. She released her hold of the young man, having wrapped her legs around his hips at some point. Shane quickly grabbed the base of his cock and pulled free of my wife, seeming to hold off his imminent release just in the nick of time.

"That was a close one. Your pussy feels amazing."

"It tastes even better."

Molly lifted her hips and pulled her panties off, her sopping wet vulva now on full display. It was swollen and red, it's lips stretched wide. My wife continued to rub her clit in quick circles while Shane seemed to hesitate. I imagine a young man with a cock like his didn't feel the need to eat pussy very often. If so, he was missing out on a real treat.

Shane got down on his knees between my wife's legs, which dangled off the side of the bed. He moved his face within an inch of her pussy, sticking out his tongue to barely graze her clit with its tip. Molly placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed him forward until his chin was buried in her wet folds. I heard a muffled, surprised sound as my wife grabbed a handful of Shane's short black hair.

Once the initial shock of Molly's forcefulness subsided, the young man settled into a few minutes of half-hearted cunninlingus. I watched my wife move her hips around, trying to guide Shane to lick the right spots, the hot buttons that made her pop I'd figured out years ago. I don't know what she expected from him. We'd recruited him for his massive cock, not his tongue.

"Stand up. Let me get you ready for round two."

With a sigh of frustration, Molly released her hold on his hair and flipped over, putting her face in line with Shane's dangling, half-hard cock. She pulled it to her mouth and spat on it, rubbing the saliva up and down its shaft until it glistened and once again grew rigid. The young man looked a bit disappointed when my wife got onto all fours, presenting her ass to him and spreading the folds of her vulva apart with two fingers.

"Go on. Fuck me. Hard as you like this time."

There was little resistance this time as Shane plunged his entire length into her in one powerful thrust. Molly moaned loudly as he filled her to the brim. I heard the loud clapping of each impact against my wife's ample ass as she struggled to keep from falling flat on the bed.

In this position, she and I were face to face. Seeing her get fucked from this perspective drive me nuts. The way she squinted with pleasure each time Shane slammed all the way into her. How the force of his thrusts eventually caused her breasts to bust loose of her dress and swing violently about. All of it nearly pushed me over the edge.

Barely five minutes had passed when Shane began to tense and groan again. I could tell Molly was close to an orgasm of her own, especially when she began bucking backwards into the young man's thrusts. She bit her lip and her arms and legs began to shake as the first ripple of pleasure washed over her. As she moaned loudly, her voice vibrating from her release, Shane grasped her hips tightly and held himself as deep into her as he could manage.

"I can't ... I'm gonna cum."

"Not inside her!"

I couldn't help myself. We'd agreed I'd be a silent observer, but we'd also agreed Shane would not cum inside my wife. We weren't worried about pregnancy or disease. All those boxes had been checked. Molly just thought it was too intimate a thing to do with a stranger. I had a different, less touchy-feely reason for it.

A powerful ribbon of cum flew into the air the second Shane pulled his cock from my wife. It spattered onto my wife's back, followed by shot after shot of the young man's thick semen. Molly seemed too focused on extending her own orgasm as long as possible by rubbing her clit to notice. By the time the last of his load trickled from his cock, my wife was completely drenched.

The final fireworks were beyond anything I dreamed up when fantasizing about this night. The logical part of my brain knew that there was no correlation between penis size and cum production, but I'd still held out hope. I wanted to see that massive cock of his cover my wife with cum, and covered she was.

Molly turned around and took Shane's cock into her mouth, sucking up the last bit of his release. Even in it's spent state, his member looked heavy and tested the elasticity of my wife's lips. He put a hand on the back of her head, quickly pulling it away when he felt the wetness of his own cum.

"Do you mind if I take a selfie before you go?"

"Not at all."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my wife. Molly had forbid kissing, anal, and creampies while we planned this encounter. She'd been even more fiercely against taking photos or videos during it, perhaps because it was the one thing I really tried to negotiate for. I almost tossed my phone across the room pulling it from my pocket.

"You only get one, so make it count, honey."

Molly wrapped her hand around Shane's shaft and put her lips around the head of his cock, smiling with her eyes because her mouth was occupied. I snapped a few photos just to be sure I got a clear one. The overhead perspective of the shot communicated just how large Shane was compared to my wife. This one was definitely a keeper.

Seeing I was satisfied with my souvenir, Molly brushed past Shane and I and into the bathroom. Neither is having had any experience with the whole wife-sharing thing, we spent the next few minutes in awkward silence while my wife showered. I was relieved when Shane had dressed and asked if I could say goodbye for him.

"He's gone. Thank goodness."

Molly walked out of the bathroom in a fuzzy hotel robe, her hair tied up in a towel. She seemed as relieved as I was that we were alone once again. I stood up from the armchair and wrapped her in an embrace. She ducked away when I went in for a kiss.

"Careful. My lips are sore. Both pairs of them."

I covered my hurt with a chuckle, redirecting my kiss to her cheek. Molly grabbed my hand and entwined her fingers with mine, pulling me toward the bed. We'd discussed the after part of the encounter in length in the weeks prior. She knew that it was important to me that I reclaim her. And by the way all the articles online described it, my wife should have been begging for me to give her the fucking of a lifetime. Instead, she looked about ready to pass out.

"So, how was it?"

"It was different. I mean, you saw that thing. I thought he was going to tear me in half at first."

She put her hand on my knee and slowly moved it up toward my thigh. I leaned back a bit to give her better access to the region I hoped she was traveling toward.