Trish’s Life - Sex Stories

Trish’s Life

... the lips of her cunt apart with both hands. She watch as he lewdly pulled her open. She found her arousal only increasing and her moans betrayed her. "Well, well. The cunt really does want it." He slipped two fingers into her wet slit.

"Oh god... Don't, this is wrong... Please stop," moaned Trish.

"You're pretty tight bitch. That husband of yours must have the world's smallest dick. Tell me what you think of this one," said Mr. Grant as he pulled out his cock to show her. Trish nearly fainted at the site of it. It was huge, and it was still growing. Trish guessed it was about fourteen inches long and as thick as the large end of a beer bottle. This made it about three times the length and twice as thick as Harold's.

"Oh my god! That can't be real, that's too big. Look at it!" was all Trish could say. She seemed hypnotized by it and couldn't take her eyes away.

"That's right bitch. Fifteen inches of solid cock, all real. And you're the lucky cunt that is going to get ploughed with it tonight," Mr. Grant told her.

"Oh no, I couldn't! Harold would never forgive me. I just couldn't fuck your big cock," Trish breathed heavily. As she stared at it, Mr. Grant brought his enormous dick up close to her face. Trish put a hand on it and could feel it throbbing. "It's so big... It's such a beautiful cock... Harold's is so small... Maybe I could just have a quick suck..." And she found herself cramming the head of the cock into her mouth.

"That's it bitch. Get a ...

... little taste of what's going to fuck your cunt," grunted Mr. Grant. But it was all Trish could do to get the first three inches inside her mouth; it was just too big. "Here let me help you," said Mr. Grant. He held the back of her head as he thrust his cock into her face repeatedly. At first Trish bean to gag and then she had trouble breathing. She began to feel light headed and thought she might pass out, but she suddenly realized that relaxing her throat and jaw muscles allowed the hue dick much freer access to penetrate her mouth. Soon, she had received about twelve of Mr. Grant's fifteen inches inside her. Mr. Grant continued to pound her face as she tried to let the cock slide further down her throat. She was just getting the last inch thrust into her when she heard Harold's voice from downstairs.

"Dinner's ready," he called.

Mr. Grant pulled his dick out of her face. "Looks like that shrimp dicked husband of yours would like to see us downstairs. What do you think we should do bitch?"

"I want to suck your big cock," moaned Trish.

"Yes my dear, there will be plenty of time for that. But let's go down to see poor Harold." Mr. Grant fastened his pants and turned to leave the room. Trish straightened her dress and followed. Downstairs, Harold had put dinner on the table. He had put the three place settings on three sides of the table. "Your wife afforded me a most accommodating tour, Harold."

"I'm glad you liked it sir. It's just a small house, nothing really ...