The Beginning of the End

You woke up hard as steel, your massive girthy cock throbbing against Tawny’s soft, warm body. The texts from Erin last night had you aching. You rolled your voluptuous wife onto her back and claimed her with raw, passionate hunger.

You started slow and deep, kissing her like you were starving — tongues tangling, teeth nipping her full lips. Your hands worshipped her massive tits, squeezing the heavy flesh, sucking her fat nipples deep into your mouth until she was moaning and arching. You trailed kisses down her soft belly, spread her thick thighs wide, and devoured her pussy like a man in love and lust.

Your tongue lashed her swollen clit in long, slow strokes, then fast flicks that made her hips buck. You sucked her puffy labia into your mouth, humming vibrations while shoving two thick fingers deep into her creamy hole, curling them lovingly against her G-spot. Tawny’s hands fisted your hair as she flooded your mouth with sweet girl-cum. You added a third finger, stretching her open, then pushed a slick thumb into her tight ass, working both holes while sucking her clit hard.

“Baby… I love you… fuck, you eat my pussy so good,” she moaned, voice breaking.

You climbed up, lined up your massive, wrist-thick cock — long and heavy like a large shampoo bottle, thick as a spray deodorant can at its widest — and sank into her slowly, passionately. Inch after veiny inch stretched her walls until your heavy balls, each plump like a ripe fruit, rested against her ass. You made love to her with deep, grinding strokes, rotating your hips to stir her insides while staring into her eyes.

But even as you fucked your wife with passionate intensity, your mind burned with Erin. You imagined it was her tiny body beneath you, those head-sized tits bouncing as your superior cock ruined her.

You flipped Tawny into missionary, hooked her legs over your shoulders, and pounded deeper. The wet squish-squish-squish of her creamy cunt filled the room. You kissed her hard while railing her, one hand mauling her swinging tits. Tawny squirted around your thick shaft, hot juices soaking your heavy balls. You kept going, passionate and relentless, until she came again, screaming your name and clawing your back. Only then did you let go — flooding her womb with thick, powerful ropes of cum, kissing her through every spurt.

While Tawny dozed in a blissed-out, leaking mess, your phone lit up.

Erin: Daddy… please. I need to see it. Send me dick pics. I’m losing my mind. I need to compare. Nick just left for a bit… I’m so fucking wet.

You smirked and stepped into the bathroom. You stroked your massive cock back to full hardness — thick as a spray deodorant can, long and heavy like a full bottle of shampoo, the fat head flared like a Coke bottle cap. You took several shots: one from above showing the full intimidating length and girth, one close-up of the veiny shaft and heavy balls hanging low, and one with your hand wrapped around it for scale.

You sent them.

The reply was almost instant. Then came a flood of messages and photos from Erin.

Erin: Oh my fucking god… Daddy Look at this monster. It’s so much thicker than a spray deodorant can… Nick’s pathetic little thing is like a travel-size one compared to yours. Yours looks like a full fucking Stanley cup in length and girth. I’m dripping just staring at it.

She sent a nude: Erin on her knees, holding one of Nick’s spray deodorant cans next to her massive tits for comparison, then a second photo with your pic on her phone screen beside it. Her fingers were buried in her soaked pussy.

Erin: Your balls are so much heavier and fuller than Nick’s sad little grapes. They look like they could actually fill a girl up. His are tiny. And your cock… Jesus. It’s thicker than my hairbrush handle and longer than my big shampoo bottle. I measured. Nick’s average prick is like a mini Coke can at best — short and skinny. Yours is a full bottle of Coke thick and then some. I’m such a dirty size queen for you…

More nudes poured in. Erin bent over, ass up, holding a hairbrush next to her dripping pussy while showing your pic on screen. Another with her massive tits wrapped around the shampoo bottle, comparing the girth to your cock. In the final video she rode her hairbrush handle desperately, moaning, “Daddy’s cock would stretch me so much better… Nick can’t even hit my spots. I need your massive girthy dick ruining me instead of his boring average one. Please… I’m yours.”

Your cock surged painfully hard again. You sent one more pic — your heavy balls resting on the sink counter — with the text: Soon, princess. This superior cock and these fat balls are going to claim that tight little pussy.

You found Tawny in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron. The sight of her curvy body made you growl. You bent her over the counter right there, yanked the apron up, and slammed your massive cock back into her creamy, cum-filled cunt.

This time it was pure passionate smut. You fucked her with long, loving strokes, reaching around to rub her clit and squeeze her heavy tits. “I love this pussy, baby. Love how you take every thick inch,” you groaned, kissing her neck. Tawny pushed back against you, moaning filthily as you rotated your hips, grinding deep. Her massive ass rippled with every impact. You made her cum twice — once on your fingers while you were buried balls-deep, then again when you sped up and railed her harder.

You pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around you as you sank back inside, fucking her face-to-face, kissing her passionately while pounding her soaked hole. Her tits bounced between you. Creamy juices and your earlier cum leaked out around your thick shaft with every thrust. You sucked her nipples raw while she came again, squirting down your balls.

Finally you carried her to the couch, laid her down, and fucked her slow and deep in missionary — staring into her eyes, telling her how much you loved her as you filled her with another hot load.

Later that evening, while Nick and Tawny watched a movie, you slipped away with Erin in the laundry room. She dropped to her knees instantly, pulling your cock out and worshipping it with hungry kisses and long licks along the thick shaft.

“It’s even bigger in person,” she whispered reverently, comparing it again to the shampoo bottle she’d brought with her. “So much thicker… so much better than Nick’s. I’m ruined for him already.”

You let her stroke and kiss your massive girthy cock and heavy balls for several risky minutes, then fingered her to a quick, silent orgasm before sending her back dripping and ****.

The bachelorette party was now only a couple days away. Erin’s obsession was complete.