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I run a highly successful women's fashion boutique in Boston. Each summer, I close the store for a week and treat the highest performing girls to a vacation on Nantucket, renting a big house and inviting everyone's husbands and/or significant others.

During the recent year, a new associate had come to work for me. She was a pretty little blonde, recently graduated from a small upstate college with a design degree, eager to launch her career in the world of high fashion. Karin was a real looker, but honestly not the sharpest tack in the box. She was the typical dopey blonde, making silly mistakes at work, always running her mouth, and often lost in her own little daydream world.

Her saving grace was her supermodel thin body that looked spectacular in our high-end fashion line. She could model our clothes, talk up our products, and drive men customers bonkers with her fantastic figure. Needless to say, she was one of my leading salesgirls.

But my motivation for inviting her along on this little junket was not completely altruistic.

As I mentioned earlier, she talks incessantly, and one of her favorite topics is her boyfriend. I have met Todd on several occasions, and he makes Karin look like a Rhodes scholar. He is tall, maybe 6'3" and rail thin, a mop of dark hair sitting atop a constant 5 o'clock shadow. He has a perpetual lost expression on his face and though he is a trained engineer, he spends most of his time looking for work or watching soap operas.

I once made the mistake of asking Karin what she saw in this loser, not realizing the Pandora's box of emotion I would unleash.

"Todd may not look like all that much to you two," she replied, Jane, my Assistant Store Manager also in on the conversation, "But he has special talents that you wouldn't believe."

"Try me," Jane challenged.

"Well," Karin began, "Have you ever noticed how big his hands are? And his feet? And his Adams apple?"

"Where are you going with all this?" Jane enquired, but I could plainly see her angle.

"You see," Karin sighed, "Todd has the biggest, most spectacular wanker." As she said this a sparkle gleamed in her dark eyes, her hands outstretched, her palms nearly a foot apart as she gave the classic fishermen's 'it was this big' gesture.

"Oh that's gross," Jane remarked. "No way it's that big."

"Believe me," Karin whistled, "And damn does he know how to use it."

"What's so special about a big penis?" Jane queried.

"Spoken like a deprived woman," Karin giggled, giving me a knowing wink. "Trust me; try it, you will like it."

Ever since that conversation, I had been unable to get the picture of Todd's big dick out of my head. I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm married to a great guy, a successful lawyer who is drop dead gorgeous, but visions of Todd's wanker repeatedly invaded my day-to-day life.

When Karin would arrive at work, her hair slightly disheveled and a goofy grin on her face, I immediately pictured Todd's big dick as the source of that far-off expression. When he met Karin for lunch at the store, I caught myself hiding behind the racks, my eyes glued to his crotch in hopes of sighting evidence of his wicked manhood. Much against my better judgment, I was becoming deeply infatuated with Todd's infamous dick.

Offline, I had discussed our conversation further with Jane. "So how big do you think his dick really is?"

"I don't know, Lisa," she replied, "But aren't most guys about five or six inches. My husband is about six, and he does alright."

After a few glasses of wine one night, my curiosity got the better of me, "Paul, exactly how long is your penis?"

"One way to find out," he chuckled. Emerging from his study with a ruler in hand, he unzipped his trousers, presenting his flaccid tool. "Hard or soft?" he joked.

Dropping to my knees, I took the ruler and measured, "3.5 inches soft," I announced. "But I think we can do better than that."

I tend to be pretty conservative about sex; straight missionary stuff in the bedroom with the light out. But the wine and fantasies of Todd's dick had me feeling amorous. Much to Paul's surprise, I opened my mouth, inserting his slowly hardening penis. I don't really like to give blowjobs, usually saving them for special occasions like birthdays or as reward for a nice present, you know like a diamond tennis bracelet or a new car.

"Wow," Paul exclaimed, "What has come over you?" as I eagerly sucked his weenie.

Silently, I bent to my task with clinical precision, my goal to coax the biggest boner yet from my handsome husband. After several minutes, I withdrew his penis from my mouth and ran the ruler along the topside of his hard erection, "6.5 inches hard," I proudly concluded.

"What's this all about?" Paul demanded again.

"Oh nothing honey," I replied. "One of the girls at work was reading an article in a magazine about penises, and it got us started on the subject." I lied.

"Well how do I stack up?" he asked.

"Above average. Bigger than all my friends," I lied again.

"So what do I do with this erection now?" he asked wryly.

Taking him by the hand, I led Paul into the bedroom, switching off the lights and pulling a condom from the bedside table before lying back on the bed, "Put this on and make love to me."

Five minutes later it was over, my thoughts returning to Karin's boyfriend's dick. 'Try it, you'll like it' she had said. Indeed, I thought, a mischievous plan taking shape in my head.

That plan was culminating in our annual summer trip to Nantucket. All spring I had been setting the scene. Much against Paul's wishes, I had repeatedly asked Karin and Todd over to our house for dinner, trying to build a warm friendship. At first, Paul was appalled.

"We don't have anything in common with these two k**s," he shouted.

But Karin slowly worked her magic on Paul. From what she had said to the girls at the store, I knew she found Paul attractive. She flirted shamelessly with him, laughing at his jokes and taking interest in his sports car collection.


Unfortunately, he wore very loose clothing, affording almost no opportunity to ogle his reportedly huge package. After several beers, he would stumble toward the toilet to relieve himself. If Paul and Karin were out, I would camp outside the bathroom door, listening to the raging river of pee he unleashed on the bowl, trying to picture the penis capable of such a Niagara Falls like torrent.

Once, after several beers, Todd failed to completely close the bathroom door as he relieved himself. Peering through the open crack, I caught a fleeting glimpse of his private parts in the dressing mirror. My jaw dropped open and I pinched myself; was I hallucinating? Even soft, it was considerably larger that Paul's erect penis. It hung lewdly from his body, limp and heavy, his foreskin still intact, a mass of wiry hair jutting from his pelvis.

The show was brief as he shook it dry and zipped back up, but visions of his hairy monster brought me to a euphoric orgasm as I later masturbated in my bathroom. I rarely masturbate, considering it dirty and perverted, but thoughts of Todd's big tool had awakened a primitive sexual desire deep inside me. My self-diddle sessions became more frequent and intense.

As the Nantucket trip neared, I was pleased to see my plan taking shape. Karin and Paul were getting along famously. I could tell he was ecstatic about the attention a cute young fashion model was piling upon him. She was bragging at work about the plans Paul was making to introduce her to several of his clothing designer clients.

I knew he and Karin were engaged to be married, and she continued to brag at work about her incredible sex life. My goal was not to break-up the happy couple, just to get a few days alone with Todd's impressive penis. I wanted to experience what Karin was enjoying and make my own mind up about the benefits of a big dick. My marriage was strong enough to overcome a little indiscretion, especially if I could coax my unwitting husband into a similar sexual faux paus.

As we arrived on the island Paul had a special surprise for Karin.

"I have a meeting set-up for you with Ralph Lauren when we get back to Boston," he announced. I hugged Karin, happy to share the joy of her first big break. After all I had instrumented this little offensive, and know I was hoping to bask in its final glory.

"We should spend some time together this week going over some sketches and formulating a game plan for the meeting," Paul suggested.

Karin leaped into Paul's arms, hugging him tightly with her lithe young body, "Oh, Paul, how ever can I repay you?"

The look on Todd's face was priceless; jealousy and rage boiled just under his normally passive expression. I seized the moment, "No worries, Todd. I will keep you company."


At night, Paul over stimulated mind begged for sexual release but I continued to put him off, "Not tonight, dear, I have a splitting headache."

He was forced to lie in bed, the sounds of non-stop lovemaking shaking the wall behind our bed, his pathetic little boner crying for attention. I felt for Paul, Karin's moans of ecstasy having an equally arousing affect on my pussy. But if I wanted to satisfy my desires, I needed what Karin was currently enjoying, and abstinence, specifically Paul's, was another tool I hoarded in my perfect little plan.



The next day I put on my sexiest little string bikini, yellow and red polka dots, my deeply tanned body accentuating my flat tummy and ample breasts and packed a cooler of beer.

Finding Todd alone on the deck, I offered, "Anybody up for the beach. I've got refreshments."

Like a fish to bait, Todd jumped at the opportunity. Eying Karin watching us from the crow's nest window, I grabbed Todd's arm for balance as we walked through the loose sand. As we disappeared behind the nearest dune, I shook my ass provocatively in Karin's direction, letting her know I still had a little game.

As I set out a blanket and popped a cool beer, Todd took a quick dip in the ocean. Lying on my belly, facing the surf, I watched as his wet body emerged from the water. He was certainly nothing special to look at, his slight beer paunch hanging over his surfer shorts, a hideous farmer's tan not yet erased by the Nantucket sun. But my eyes were magically drawn to his crotch. The thin wet material clung to his pelvis and thighs, a huge bulge protruding down his left leg, inching toward the bottom hem of his shorts.

The Holy Grail I sighed to myself. That was the weapon of mass destruction that had Karin devoted to this worthless loser. As he waddled toward the beach towel, I felt my mouth go dry and my pussy wet as his package swung back and forth in his loose shorts. He sat on the towel grabbing his cold beer and layback to catch some rays.

With his eyes closed, I garnered the courage to sit up on one elbow and closely study the outline of his massive cock beneath his still dripping shorts. Even soft, it had to be eight inches long I estimated and nearly as thick as the Coors Light can from which I was drinking. As I licked my lips, I caressed my beer can in my open hand, trying to imitate the sensation of his cold, hard cock.

On either side of his reclining penis, two large bumps revealed his impressive balls, hanging well down from the base of his dick. I imagined his sack was oversized and his nuts roamed freely in their sweaty home.

Lost in my lusty imagination, I was startled back to reality, "Uh Lisa," Todd stammered, "Your, uh, your…"

Shaking my head to clear the vivid image of Todd's dick that had taken root, I felt my large breasts sway uncontrollably. At the same time, I noticed Todd's eyes were glued to my chest, his finger pointing as he stammered to get a coherent thought out of his tongue-tied mouth.

"Your top!" he finally exclaimed. "It's, it's, it's, ummmm, falling off."

Damn, I had undone my bikini strings to get full sun coverage on my exposed back. Mesmerized by the outline of Todd's penis, I had ignored my loose top when I sat up. Todd was now being treated to a free show of my 34c's flapping in the cool ocean breeze.

Remaining unfazed by my brazen display, I calmly reached up and removed my entire top, hoping the sight of my bare breasts would keep Todd from asking why I was staring at his crotch.

As I stood up, my boobs now bouncing freely, his dick twitched noticeably beneath his wet suit. Making a beeline for the surf, I screamed, "Last one in has to restock the cooler."

With a head start I easily outraced Todd to the water. We swam in the cool ocean for several minutes, my breasts floating enticingly on the buoyant water, my nipples erect. We roughhoused a little, dunking each other under the sparkling blue tide.

I could see the crow's nest in the distance over the dunes and saw the sun reflect off the lens of the tower's telescope through the open window. Perfect, I thought; so what do you think of your husband skinny-dipping with your boss?. Coming up for air, my breasts breaking the surface of the water, I triumphantly shot the finger in Karin's direction. My taunting was reaching a crescendo. If I knew Karin, and I thought I did, it wasn't going to take much to drive her over the edge.

"I didn't mean to shock you with my topless display," I joked with Todd as we emerged from the water. "I just thought you might enjoy a pair of real breasts," making an offhand stab at Karin's less than endowed chest.

I had often watched Todd drooling over my rack. While Karen is very pretty, she is extremely thin. Her A-sized cups don't offer the same appeal as my big, round firm boobs.

As we headed back up the beach, I planned my next move shrewdly. Slightly trailing behind Todd, I waited until the dunes almost completely obstructed us from the house. I leapt on Todd's back, my breasts squeezed between my chest and his skinny frame and rode him out of Karin's view. I let her imagination play the rest of that scene out, her jealousy stewing as she and Paul continued to work on business.

"Thanks for the ride, Todd," I giggled as he deposited me back on the towel. Sitting on the beach, him standing above me, my eyes were level with his crotch. All the rough housing and semi-nudity were taking a toll on his once flaccid package. His dick had inched further down his leg and his shorts were now tenting noticeably.

Embarrassed, he quickly picked up the cooler, blocking my view. "You won," he started, "I'll go get some more beers."

"I think the fridge is empty," I lied. "The second refrigerator in the crow's nest is full of cold beer. Try up there."

As Todd headed off to cool his jets and witness what I hoped was a triumphant scene back at the house, I lay back on my towel and slowly diddled my dripping snatch. I love when a beautiful plan comes together.

I envisioned Karin, in a fit of rage, had turned from the window after I rode Todd out of view. Jealous and mad, she had doubled her efforts on Paul, his immunity gravely weakened by my withholding sex. I'm sure she was disappointed to find his average little weenie, but revenge and power were her motivating factors, not hot sex. Besides he was fucking hot looking, she was damn lucky to be getting it on with my husband.

Paul on the other hand was living out the middle-aged man's fantasy. I assumed he would rise to the occasion and perform admirably.

Fifteen minutes later, Todd returned, minus the cooler, a look of despair on his face.

"What happened, love," I cooed.

He plopped down on the towel, a tear rolling down his face. "You won't believe it," he started. "I went up to the crow's nest to get some beers like you said and I hear all this moaning and groaning behind the door. I peered through the porthole and...", he trailed off.

"It's OK sweetie," I patted his head, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"No its not," he replied. "Your husband and my fiancée were…well, they were….uhhh, having sex. Well no, not technically sex. Paul was on his back in the hammock and Karin was on top of him, in a 69-like position."

"Go on, go on," I coached, euphoric at my plan's successful progress.

"She was sucking his dick, I guess," he stammered, "and he had his head buried between her legs. They were thrashing around like two dogs in heat."

Bravo Paul, I thought. Your tongue tastes my snatch even less often than I perform oral sex on you. I guess you just needed a fresh piece of tuna to whet that appetite.

"Those bastards!" I managed. "What did you do?", my heart racing, hoping Todd had not found a previously undisplayed killer instinct and broken up the proceedings.

"I, I, I….", he quivered, "I turned around and left."

Beautiful, I thought. "Does Karin do this often?"

"I don't think so," Todd sniffled, "We have a pretty good sex life. But she has been spending a lot of time with Paul."

"Well fuck them!" I barked emphatically, changing the tone of my approach. "That bastard Paul has done this before," I lied.

"What should we do?" Todd asked.

Just the opening I was waiting for. Curled up next to Todd, I reached up and planted a soft, full kiss on his mouth. Taking his head in my hands, I kissed him harder, nibbling down his neck and around to his ear, my tongue tracing a wet path down his chest.

Todd immediately responded, reaching out to cup my exposed breasts, an audible sigh escaping his open mouth. He bent to kiss my tits, softly biting my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Damn, maybe this guy was more than just a big dick. His mouth sure seemed full of talent.




As he kissed my belly, I threw back my head, momentarily lost in my quest for his massive pole. His tongue played a tune on my ripped abs, as he kissed down my torso, kneading my tight butt cheeks and massaging my inner thighs. Using his teeth, his hands again locked on my breasts, he untied my bikini bottom, biting the material as he tore it from my body.

My pussy was panting in anticipation as he teased my crotch with soft kisses, lightly blowing on my clit and my pussy lips. I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, although I have a full hairy bush. He was enamored by my pubic hair, running his rough face through my forest, a friction of heat and passion sparking between our bodies. The sun shone warmly on my breasts as I reclined back on the sand, offering him unlimited access to my sweet treasures.

"Oh baby," I moaned, "Lick my pussy and suck my clit."

Todd's head disappeared between my legs, his tongue continuing to progress at a snail's pace, the anticipation driving me insane as he teased me to a heightened arousal.

When his tongue finally darted out, slipping quickly between my moist pussy lips, I screamed with pleasure, "That's so fucking good!"

His talented tongue worked me into a lather, my head twisting back and forth, my breathing heavy as he tongue fucked my horny box. I ran my fingers through his hair, and grabbed his ears, pulling his head deeper into my crotch, his tongue probing further up my dripping vagina.

As he sucked my swollen clit, he massaged my butt, a mixture of sexual energy and incredible relaxation pulsing through my body. His head buried between my legs, a free hand explored my pussy, scooping up the juices and rubbing them down my ass crack. I felt an incredible new sensation as he spread my ass cheeks and rimmed my puckered asshole with his silky soft tongue. I refused ass play with Paul, but didn't think twice about Todd's amazing appendage as it ravaged my virgin hole.

I was squirming uncontrollably, my hands kneading my own breasts, twisting my nipples roughly as orgasmic sensations raced through my body. I was building to a once in a lifetime orgasm and loving every minute of it. This gawky looking engineer was playing my body like a concert pianist, and the climatic stanza was nearing completion.

He attacked my clit with a renewed energy as I felt my body stiffen. Two slick fingers buried in my cunt, I was momentarily surprised when his stubby thumb popped into my well-lubed back door. As he finger fucked my two holes, simultaneously sucking my swollen clit I exploded.

"Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkk, yesssssssssssss," I screamed, my body racked by orgasm.

As I collapsed limp on the sandy beach, Todd snuggled up next to me, "That will show those bastards."

I slowly regained my composure, my body somewhat disbelieving of the intense pleasure it had just witnessed. "It's a start," I whispered, a renewed look of lust and conviction in my eyes.

I rolled over on top of Todd's prone body and rapidly kissed my way down his chest and belly, unable to throttle back my urges to explore his infamous dick. As I reached his still clothed crotch, I got my first feel of his impressive package. Running my hand down its length, his boner extended well down his leg, stretching the thin bathing suit to the point of failure.

Unable to control myself, I sighed, "It's fucking huge." And it's all mine, I thought to myself.

I unzipped his shorts and forced them down over his angry rod, the shaft springing to attention finally freed from the cruel confines of his clothes. I grasped his cock at the base, his rod reaching towards the sky, a proud and meaty sundial. It was beautifully proportioned; a big red knob perched atop a long straight shaft, rife with bulging veins. His pubic hair was wiry and unkempt, his dark fur coating his low hanging nutsack. I wasn't sure the twelve-inch ruler we used to measure Paul's dick would suffice to adequately gauge this piece of fine sculpture.

Panting hungrily, I asked, "How big is it, Todd?"

"It's only twelve inches," he replied, surprisingly nonplussed.

"Only?" I giggled. "It's the god-damn biggest, most gorgeous fucking prick I have ever seen," my prim and proper decorum now completing thrown out the window.

"Karen measures it all the time," Todd replied, "She makes me do exercises to make it bigger and is always teasing me how pathetic it is."

That little bitch, I thought. She knows she has this most magnificent specimen of male anatomy all to herself. And to keep it, she mentally abuses its owner.

"Haven't you been with any other women?" I asked, surprised other ladies had not fallen helplessly in love with his cock.

"I started dating Karin freshman year in college," he replied. "I didn't have much luck with the girls in high school. I showed my pecker to a couple of them, but they usually screamed and ran. I guess they thought it was ugly and pathetic too."

More likely they thought it would rip their young little teen twats in two, I pondered.

"It's anything but ugly and pathetic," I consoled, as I bent to kiss his engorged head. Gingerly, I cranked open my jaw and lowered my mouth down around his beautiful cock. This guy should be a porn star, I thought. His dick could make him rich and famous.

"That feels good," he sighed.

Kneeling between his legs, I was in awe of his cock. I could only imagine the virgin territory this big fucker was going to explore in my tight box. But first, I wanted to conquer Mount Todd down my thirsty throat.

Working slowly, I lubed his tool, licking down his shaft to his salty balls. I could barely fit each of his large nuts in my widely stretched mouth, taking turns soaking each ball in a saliva bath as I continued to stroke his rod.

Nastily spitting on his bulbous knob, I worked the saliva down his shaft, using both hands to pump his boner. Concentrating, I again opened my mouth wide and lowered my head down on his erection, my long hair brushing against his stomach, pelvis, and upper thighs. I worked several inches down my throat before my gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull off his mighty tool, retching violently.

"Holy shit," I murmured, "That's one challenging piece of meat."

Confident I could do better, I redoubled my efforts. Eyes watering, I worked another inch down my throat, fully two thirds of his pipe disappearing down my gullet. As my throat became accustomed to his girth, I was able to slide my head up and down on his erection, my grip still firmly planted around the base of his pole.

"Unfucking believable," he groaned. "Your mouth is so god damn hot!"

In this position, I wasn't going to be able to handle any more of his massive tool. Lifting my aching jaw off his cock, my mouth received a needed rest.

"I want to sit on your big boner," I exhaled.

Straddling his prone body, I squatted down over his towering rod, facing him so he could watch my big boobs bounce and jiggle as I rode his fantastic fuckstick.

Lowering my twat onto the tip of his cock, I grabbed his dick and rubbed it roughly across my well-lubed pussy lips. I wanted him inside me so badly, but I was still somewhat afraid of the damage such a huge penis might inflict on my innards. Riding him like this put me in charge, somewhat allaying my fears.

"Don't you want me to wear a rubber?" Todd asked.

"No fucking way," I cooed, "I want to feel your hot skin stretching my pussy wide!"

Loosing all inhibitions, I forced my box down on Todd's raging boner. Where my husband's puny little dick slipped into my cunt without resistance, Todd's dick stretched my pussy to its limits. As I lowered my ass toward his exposed balls, I felt his dick ripping me in two.

"Oh my god," I screamed, "This is fucking unreal. It's like getting my cherry popped all over."

Every few inches, my pussy would spasm, sure I had taken all Todd's big dick that I could handle. But after acclimating for several seconds, I would again begin my descent down his storied tool. After several such starts and stops, I felt his warm, hairy nuts rubbing against my bare ass.

"I did it," I exclaimed. "My pussy is impaled on your big cock." My head was spinning, my legs weak as I tried to lift off his incredible tool. As my pussy contracted around his disappearing length, I immediately felt empty, craving his long prick back in my hole.

"Your twat is incredibly tight," Todd moaned, "It feels just like fucking Karin's backdoor."

As I sat back down on his dick, I did a double take. "She takes your fat cock up her ass?", I asked disbelievingly.

"Oh yea," Todd whispered, as he thrust up to meet my pussy, a rhythm developing between us. "She says my dick isn't big enough to satisfy her pussy, so she makes me fuck her tight butt."

Wow, I thought, another challenge. I just got this incredible tool buried in my snatch and now I was already craving his fuckstick in my bunghole.

Pumping up and down on his boner, I was in heaven.

"Play with your big tits while you ride my cock," Todd ordered. "Tell me how much you like fucking my dick."

Happy to oblige, I cupped my breasts, bending to lick my erect nipples. "Your prick is so fucking big," I began, "Ohhhhhhhh, I love screwing your throbbing boner. I can feel it pulsing deep in my gut."

Showing surprising strength, Todd grabbed me around the waist and sat up, his cock buried deep in my twat. He rolled me over on my back, lifting up on his arms. In the classic missionary position, he proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me; his long deep strokes driving me insane. Varying his pace, he fucked me short and fast, long and slow, and every speed in between, my pussy rabid for his cock.

Surprising myself, I moaned, "I want to lick my pussy juice off your long, fat cock."

Clearly he liked the idea, withdrawing slowly from my box, the cool ocean breeze blowing straight up my gaping hole. He stood up, his pornographic dick extending lewdly from his skinny body. I knelt in front of him, determined to work more of his fabulous boner down my horny throat now that it was properly lubed.

I grabbed his shaft and pointed it at my open mouth, for the first time tasting my own sex juices. Massaging his huge balls, I forced inch after delicious inch down my face, able to tilt my head back slightly and allow an unobstructed path down my throat. As I worked an additional inch or two down my stretched hole, I felt his cock leak warm pre-cum. Pulling his dick from my mouth, I eagerly licked up his trickling flow, wanting to taste every drop.

Todd reinserted is dick and continued to fuck my abused mouth with reckless abandon. My jaw again aching, I withdrew his pecker and placed the well-lubed tool between my big tits. Pinching my boobs closed around his dick, I created a heavenly valley for his oversized cock to explore.

"Oh fuck," he grunted, "I've always wanted to fuck your big tits. Karin's tits are too small to really screw."

Finally, I thought, a first with which I could tempt this big stud. "So you like fucking my big tits, huh?"

"Lisa, it's unreal," he panted. "You look so sexy down there with my cock pounding between your big jugs, your tongue flicking the exposed knob."

More pre-cum escaped his piss slit and I lapped it up hungrily. While he fucked my tits, I diddled my burning clit, imagining his boner ball deep in my ass. No way, I thought. But fuck, if Karin could do it, I was going to give it a try.

"I want you to bend me over and fuck me like a dog," I whimpered, as I released my boobs, Todd's cock springing free, engorged and ready.

I dropped to all fours, wiggling my tight ass in Todd's direction. He immediately took control and worked his foot-long sausage into my box. With each new position, I was amazed at my ability to handle his massive tool; each successive stroke exploring previously unmapped new territory.

Feeling incredibly nasty, I turned my head to look Todd in the face, my tongue lustily licking my lips, "You wanna fuck my ass?"

He didn't need me to ask twice; removing his wet dick from my cunt, he positioned his swollen knob at my virgin backdoor. Grabbing my hips firmly, he bent to the task at hand, his cock slowly invading my tight bunghole.

With the first stabs of searing pain, I briefly reconsidered.

"You're fucking tighter than Karin," Todd grunted, "Can you handle it?"

That's all the challenge I needed. Before I could chicken out, I leaned back hard, forcing Todd's huge prick up my ass.

"Oh my fucking god," I screamed, "Your cock is gonna rip me wide open." Even as the pain intensified, I leaned back harder, the last few inches of Todd's pipe disappearing down my poop chute.

While my ass adapted to his invading spear, I fingered my clit ferociously. Todd took slow deep strokes, the fire in my butt turning from pain to pleasure.

"I worship your big cock, Todd," I mumbled, my body racked with orgasmic bliss. "I can't stop cumming."

Todd's pace accelerated as he fucked my ass viciously, his balls bouncing off my exposed pussy. I could feel his cock swell in my ass, his climax nearing.

Turning my head once again to face my incredible stud, our eyes locking, I purred, "You wanna cum in my face?"

Todd pulled his 12-inch weapon from my tortured ass and I spun to face his dripping rod.

"Right here, stud," I motioned, pointing at my outstretched tongue, my hand replacing his as I jerked his cock to glory.

With a deep, a****listic grunt, Todd's dick exploded, thick ropes of cum raining down on my face, in my hair, over my shoulder and down my back. I attacked his dribbling piss slit with my tongue, determined to taste every last drop of his salty seed. I had never swallowed cum before, but I craved his spooge like a heroin addict.

My belly full, his incredible tool finally deflating, I kissed his tummy and up his chest as I stood before him. We embraced, my tits squeezed between our bodies as he kissed me deeply on the mouth.

"Unreal," he exhaled.

"No," I replied, "Very real and very fucking hot."

We took a quick, refreshing dip in the ocean, my eyes still glued to Todd's behemoth dick. Even completely soft, it was at least eight-inches long, continuing to temp me with its breathtaking size. As we swam, Todd playfully caressed my boobs, enamored with my full breasts. Karin's small breasts would never hold sway over Todd again.

Again clothed, we headed back to the house. "What should we do about Paul and Karin?" Todd asked.

At this point, my plan was less clear. I originally assumed a few days of Todd's big prick would cure me of my lust for size, and I could return to my mundane life with Paul. But after the incredible sensations of this afternoon, I wasn't so sure. Henceforth, I was going to need a foot of that big cock to keep me happy. And not just every now and then, DAILY.

Opening the door to the crow's nest my problems were solved. A note on the table read, "Lisa & Todd – We are off to New York to seek fame and fortune; Karin as a designer and me as her agent. Good luck in your future endeavors – respectfully Karin and Paul."

"Wow," Todd bemoaned, "What do we do now?"

I didn't see how Karin could give up Todd's prime piece of meat for Paul's pathetic little hot dog. I guess she was just a glamour whore at heart. Not me, I smiled. I'm a grade-A cock slut. I undoubtedly won this swap meat, I thought to myself.

Dropping to my knees, I unzipped Todd's shorts, fishing his large cock out once again, "I've got a few ideas."