Plastic Wrap

"This is a bad idea," Sam muttered to herself as she fiddled to find the edge of the roll.

The cock had not gotten any smaller once Daddy had taken off his boxers. It was bigger than any cock Sam had seen on anything human...and it made her pussy wince just looking at it.

"Those bastards at Guinness claimed it was one-sixteenth of an inch shorter than the record holder," Daddy grumbled. "They used lasers to measure it. Said a normal measuring tape wasn't accurate enough when it was this close."

Sam let him talk. She had found the edge of the roll of cling wrap and drew it out of the box—a single thin film of clingy plastic. Very carefully, she lowered it down so one edge folded over the glans that stared at her like a one-eyed serpent. Improvised condoms were the stuff of internet legend and high school whispers outside of sex ed, Sam couldn't believe that she was actually wrapping this impossible cock in plastic wrap.

She also couldn't believe this was the best of all possible options. Sam hadn't been laid in so long that her stock of prophylactics was depleted: no condoms, an almost empty tube of spermicidal jelly, and a box of dental dams a gay friend had given her to try and seduce her over to the other side. Daddy had made various suggestions—plastic bags, latex gloves, banana peels—all of which Sam had vetoed. Neither of them was willing to go out to the store, either, though that was the obvious and logical solution...

Funny how often logic went out the window when you were naked and horny.

The plastic wrap wound around and around the dick. Sam frowned as she saw the wrinkles, the seams...and wondered how much of this dick she could physically take. Not all of it, certainly.

The jagged metal teeth at the edge of the lid bit into and tore the film. Sam smoothed it down. She emptied half a tube of lube on top of the wrapped prick. Even through three layers of film, she could feel the heat and hardness, see the vivid red.

"Well...it's as good as it's going to get," she said. "So, how do you want to..."

Sam didn't have time to finish. Daddy bent over, grabbed her underneath the arms, and lifted her up in front of him...and then brought her closer and lowered her a little, until his plastic-wrapped dick jutted out between her legs and her labia rested on his prick. She could actually feel the head of the cock in the open air behind her ass.

"You know, most girls are scared of Daddy's dick," he said with a grin, the smell of Old Spice almost overwhelming this close. "But not you. I'll bet if I checked, you're wetter than Niagra Falls."

He chuckled at that, and Sam did her best not to roll her eyes. He gave a sharp, military turn and set her on the bed.

"But no more foreplay," he said as he crawled on after her. "Open wide. Airplane's comin' in the hangar."

Sam hated herself as she spread her legs. Not just because he was a misogynist, smug asshole full of corny jokes and who had probably never done any foreplay in his life—but because he was right: Sam was wet. She could feel it down there, the fresh-shaved thighs already slick with her juices. Not because of the size of his dick, but just...trembling with anticipation. It had been so long since she'd had any dick inside of her, and now it was finally happening. She was going to have sex...and she was determined to have fun.

"Oh yeah, Daddy," she said, putting a little falsetto in her voice. "Give it to me. I want it so bad. I need it. Just be careful and go slow...you might split me in two!"

Deep in her heart, as the plastic-wrap-clad cock was lowered toward her shaven puss, Sam felt a foreboding. It wasn't just longer than any cock she'd ever had, but it was thicker too, with a distinct bulge near the middle. If she wasn't careful he might really hurt her...but hopefully, the tip and a few inches would be more than enough. After all, he didn't need to bury his whole bone to get off...and Sam would have been happy with six hard inches.

He guided the head between her labia. Many men fumble with even the basics of finding the right hole—but Daddy knew his way around, guiding the tip to the entrance of her vagina—and, in a surprise move, grabbed the tube of lube and dribbled a little more on there.

Sam's breasts rose and fell. She could feel the heat build in her face. The sense of anticipation, mingled with fear as he pressed forward...and her lips peeled back in a rictus as tissues unused to penetration were suddenly and forcibly stretched.

"Tight," Daddy grunted...and Sam looked up to see that his own face, older and lined, was drawn back in a grimace of pain, too. "Hot...wet...but tight..."

Neither of them could see how the folds and edges of the plastic wrap were pressed into the sensitive nooks and crannies of that colossal cock—or that wet and sensitive pussy. Driven by need, the DILF pressed forward and deeper...and both of them were locked together as the plastic-wrapped dick sank deeper...and deeper...and Sam could feel the plastic scrape against her pussy, the mass of the cock stretch her, the tip delving too deep, into serious gynecologist territory. She looked down the length of her naked body.

He was still only halfway in.

"Maybe...maybe another position, Daddy?" she said.

His dark brown eyes locked on hers. He drew his cock out...and both of them looked like they wanted to scream as he drove it back in, hard enough to make her abs convulse.

"O-or not..." she managed when she could breathe again.

The plastic wrap had begun to curl up at the edges. The film wrapped his prick painfully tight. Red lines appeared on his prick as he plunged into Sam, over and over...and despite the pain, Sam began to pant. Her nipples grew hard and erect. her hands rose up to grab onto those Popeye-like forearms, her hips felt like they creaked as his ass rose and fell, dragging that plastic-covered prick in and out of her.

They were locked into it now. The grind of the fuck. Both of them keyed up as the prick plunged in and out, and although it hurt, both of them were past the point of caring. The DILF lowered his head to her shoulder and began to lick and kiss her. Sam let her ankles bounce in the air as she pressed her fingers between her legs...one hand to spread her labia apart, the other to play with her clit.

How many times have I laid here, ass in the air, watching and hearing bitches get railed by pornstar cocks, wishing it was me? Sam wondered. Now here I am and it feels like someone's taking a jackhammer to my cunt and I'm going to tear at any moment!

They moaned. Hissed in pain. Shook as they approached their climax. She wondered if she would feel it...but no, the plastic wrap should catch it, the plastic wrap should keep all of that sperm away from her potentially fertile twat. All this pain and agony would be worth it...

Sex can be measured in minutes, and Same and Daddy were no exception. While it felt like a lifetime, they were both too keyed up, moving too fast, the heat of their bodies spiking, cunt and cock raw and red in places where the friction had been too much, where the plastic wrap had clung too tightly and dug into the skin, and at last he tried to do what Sam had feared—to cram his whole gigantic tool into her pussy—and Sam cried out in pain and thrashed against him, hitting him with her fists as something stabbed deep inside of her.

He let her crawl off of him and curl up into a ball in the middle of the bed.

"Uh...Sam..." he said gently, a moment later. She raised her head, tears in her eyes...and saw what he wanted to bring to her attention.

The sheets of plastic had bundled around the glans of his stupidly long and thick penis. There were ugly, bloody lines where the wrapping had cut his prick...but what caught her attention was that it was filled with a familiar yellow-whitish goo, filling every nook and cranny of the plastic wrapped around the head...

...and dripping down out of it onto her sheets.

One hand stole down between her legs. There was wetness there...more than there should have been. Sam dug fingers into her burning cunny and pulled it out...

To see fingers sticky with strands of what was, beyond a doubt, Daddy's sperm.

By the time she turned back to him, Daddy had already ripped the sperm-soaked wad of plastic off his prick. He stared mournfully at the battle-scarred length of his prick...and then looked back at her.

"Well, no use crying over spilled milk. Damage already done. I can go three, four times a night, so no need for this to end the fun. How about a blowjob? I'll bet it'll be better for both of us now that you're warmed up."

A part of Sam wished he had just left. Claim he was going out for cigarettes and never coming back. The woman, still in pain, swallowed as she saw the white drop that dangled from the tip of his half-erect penis...and against her better judgment, she dragged herself forward.

After all, Sam still hadn't cum yet.