A story of Richard Part 1

You're thinking of stopping writing these hot stories because you might have offended a couple of guys out of three thousands viewers. Well, I've got news for you: I'm offended that you stopped your story half-way through, when it was starting to get interesting!

Pat

"On the couch. Mom had taken you to soccer practice. Dad was at work. And, I swear, I wasn't going to do anything with him."

"Then why did you?"

"I don't know," said Denise. "Believe me, I wasn't horny. I was getting fucked daily or twice daily. I had two boyfriends in two different colleges. Believe me, I didn't need him. And the rumor was he had a girlfriend. Some mystery girlfriend."

Richard mentioned that he had a girlfriend he really liked just before he started fucking my mom. "I really only have one girl friend I really like though," he had said.

"This girl has some kind of hold on him," Denise said. "I don't know who it is."

"Why did you do this then?" I asked her. "Why did mom?"

Denise explained what happened. When she was done, I learned things about Richard and my sister and my mom. I learned how badly Denise wanted to know who Richard's girlfriend is, and how desperately jealous she was.

Denise told the story like this:

Glad to have you back ALienrus!

Denise wore her very short yellow hot pants and a halter top. Though she wore what might have been her sexiest outfit, she still insisted she wasn't trying to seduce him. Still, when she saw him pull up on his bicycle, she admitted she was as nervous as she'd ever been. She debated whether to open the door then or wait for the doorbell. She wanted to see him as soon as possible but she didn't want to seem anxious.

"Hi Richard," she said, opening the door before he even made it to the porch.

"Denise, yo," Richard replied. "Damn you look fine." Richard was no doubt referring to Denise's double endowments.

Another debate went on Denise's compromised brain, whether to slap him down for the remark or encourage more. She settled it quickly. "Thanks Richard," she said. "You look nice yourself."

Richard was wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. His muscles were on display and Denise couldn't take her eyes off them. She found herself wanting to measure his biceps and, for the first time, wondered about the size of other body parts. She pushed it out of her mind until she realized, for the first time, that the query could be part of her school assignment.

"Thanks for coming over and helping me with my sex-ed assignment," she told him. "When I got the topic, I immediately thought of you."

"Premature puberty," Richard said. "Yeah, I know a little about it." He said it in a way that suggested he wished he didn't.

Denise had her books laid out and her notebook powered up on the coffee table. She bid Richard to sit down on the couch and asked him if he wanted anything. "Juice, water, anything?"

"Anything?" asked Richard. "Milk maybe?"

Denise checked if Richard was staring at her own E-cup milk bags. At the moment, he wasn't, so Denise went out to the kitchen. She brought him a full half-gallon and a glass. Richard opened the carton, ignored the glass, and started guzzling down the milk from the opened lid with one hand. He drank about a fourth of it and put it down. "I really needed that," he said. "Busy day."

"I'm grateful for the time you can give me," Denise said.

"No problem," said Richard. "So, what do you want to ask me." He was already looking at Denise's laptop. She wasn't sure if he was anxious to start or anxious to get it over with. He took another couple of swallow of the milk and put the carton down. When he did, she could see the carton was crushed in the middle. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll finish it."

"It's OK," she said. "Um." She looked at her laptop for the first item on her questionaire. She positioned her fingers on the keyboard. "When did you you first realize you were different?"

"I remember not wanting to play anymore with kids my age because I started looking different. I'd started working out in my dad's garage and I started, you know, getting these." He lifted his arms, heavy with muscles. "My friends at the time seemed intimidated so I found I wanted to hang with older boys. I shared their interests, particularly in girls."

Denise typed his response onto the laptop. "Have you seen a doctor about your condition?"

"Yeah, my mom took me about six months ago. I'd already started to shave and she was worried about some kind of hormonal thing."

"What did the doctor say?"

"She was really weird. I didn't understand it at the time. She did a physical on me. She had a nurse take a sample of my blood. I had to pee in a cup, that sort of thing. Then she had me completely undress. That was when she got weird."

"How?" Denise stopped typing on the laptop.

"She just stared at me for a little while. She was maybe forty and I didn't understand. She got down on her knees. I thought she was going to do the turn-and-cough thing. Instead, she grabbed my penis and started to inspect it very carefully."

"And..." Denise wiped a small bead of sweat from her forehead.

"I asked her if it was okay. Because she was holding it for the longest time. She said it was great."

"Great?" Denise said.

"Her exact word. Then, suddenly, she's trying to get it into her mouth. It freaked me out so I jumped back. She even got teeth marks on it when I pulled it away. I put on my pants. The doctor just started crying."

Denise was no longer consulting her laptop for the next question. "What was it about your penis that made the doctor do that."

"Well..." Richard said. "I've been told by a number of people that I have a kinda big penis."

"People," said Denise. "What kind of people. How many?"

"Women," Richard said, almost shyly. "Maybe six."

"Six women have seen your penis," Denise asked.

"Yeah?" Richard was getting embarrassed about it.

"Make me number seven then," Denise said. "Part of my research."

Richard stood up and started pulling down his pants. Denise was going to tell him he didn't need to do that, just unzipping his pants and whipping it out would have worked. But when she saw his shapely muscular legs, she stopped herself. Richard was wearing boxer short but even then, three inches of thick penis was visible, dangling down his leg. "Dick," she muttered.

"Uh?" asked Richard. He stood straight up.

"Um, I said Dick," Denise said. "It's another name for Richard."

"Oh yeah," Richard said. "I thought you were referring to..well, you know."

"Oh, no," Denise said. She waited for a few seconds. "Let me see it all," she told him.

When his pants came off, Denise saw the biggest penis she'd ever laid eyes on. Denise was even a bit of an expert, having seen, held, sucked, and fucked at least twenty dicks in her sexual career. And she knew full grown adults didn't have near what this kid was sporting. It hung down his thigh like two handfuls of heavy thick rubber hose. Denise felt herself almost swoon at the size of it.

"You're a lucky boy," Denise said finally.

"I know," he said. Richard hoisted his heavy log up toward Denise's mouth. "You want to be a lucky girl."

"I have to get this assignment done," she said, summoning up all her self control.

"Just fucking," Richard said. His dick was lengthening, thickening, and hardening. With each heartbeat, the skin stretched a little bit more. "We can still talk."

Richard didn't finish his sentence before Denise already had her hands on his heavy cock. "Like two pounds of cock," she said. She licked the head and Richard moaned a little. "Promise we can still talk and finish the interview."

"I promise," started Richard before taking a second to think. "I promise to answer all you questions."

"Good enough for me," Denise said just before slurping down the huge cock. Her mouth opened wide to accept the rubbery intruder. In a few seconds, the rubber turned to warm lumber. She pushed her lips out, to protect his dick from her teeth but also to protect her teeth from the steely hardness of his dick head.

As Richard's cock continued to swell, Denise found she could only lick it, taste its manliness, like no dick she had ever tasted. "You like big tits?" she asked Richard.

Richard said, "Yeah." He reached around Denise's head with his hands and started to shove his cock back in Denise's overstretched mouth. Denise found Richard'shunk of cock meat uncomfortable in her mouth but her dampness between her legs told a different story. Instinctively, she sucked on his cock and looked up to make sure she was pleasing him. She had never before been concerned that her man was enjoying his cock getting sucked. For Richard, she wanted to make sure she had it right.

"You want more, don't you?" he said.

Denise managed to pull her lips from his cock. She'd been working Richard's dick for ten minutes but had barely covered it with saliva. "I don't think I can handle it," she said. She was nervous about taking Richard's cock into her. She wasn't sure it would fit. Hell, she could barely lift the thing.

Richard seemed to take that as a yes. Roughly, he tossed her onto the couch. Like she was a Barbie doll, he hoisted her legs up and pulled off her hot pants and panties. "You're ready," he said, as he could see the droplets of her juices on her pubes.

Denise felt more ready than she ever did. She never wanted a cock so bad in her life. As Richard worked on her lower half, she struggled to pull off her halter top. She pondered how she would reach behind to get the bra off. With that off, Richard would be getting a look at some of the finest tits ever. Since Junior High, they were a constant source of envy with every woman she met. She wondered if Richard would experience the same resentment when he first took showers in school.

"You were going to ask me more questions," said Richard.

"What?"

"You're assignment. You didn't forget, did you?"

"Oh, no," she said. "I-uh, oh God." Denise now was looking at the huge cock as it loitered between her legs, preparing to make its way inside her. "When did you first do this?" she asked, hoping to put him off.

"Babysitter," said Richard. "My mom was going to have her arrested." He pushed the apple side glans up against Denise's hungry labia.

"Careful, baby," Denise said, almost begging.

"Always a first time," said Richard, and pushed his hips forward. Denise never felt anything like it. If her pussy hadn't been so lubricated, it might have really hurt. Instead, it really felt like her first time, when Bobby Gleason took her virginity in his car in front of his parent's house.

"It went in about an inch and then he pulled it out. He pushed it in again, carefully. He held it there to let her vaginal walls stretch to accommodate the cock she would be desiring for the rest of her life. Richard pulled it back out.

"You OK?" Richard asked.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Denise said, barely able to speak. "Best...fuck...ever."

"That's what the babysitter said." Richard pushed four inches of his tremendous cock inside Denise. The force of it almost pushed her off the couch. If it wasn't for Richard's strength, she might have fallen. Instead, Richard grabbed her with one hand and pulled her back on the couch, even as his cock drove in another inch.

Richard started really fucking her. More cock tested the limits of her vagina, probing further than any man had ever gone before. Once his glans bumped her cervix, he no longer went for depth. Instead, he started fucking her harder and faster.

"I'm going to come...baby...please...don't...stop...oh, god...I can't...believe...it...I'm coming hard baby, coming...coming...harder...oh fuck...baby...fuck me...I'm...coming...oh...god."

Richard certainly wasn't going to stop. He continued the rapid fucking, even as Denise came again. For the first time in her life, Denise came twice in only a few minutes. Another first was that her man didn't come yet, even after twenty minutes of blow job and fucking. Most men came almost at the sight of Denise naked. Richard had unusual self control or maybe he didn't have a hair trigger like most men. There was another explanation, Denise thought.

When she came down from her orgasm and Richard settled into a slower rhythm, she asked him. She took a few deep breaths so she could get all the words out at once. "Have you fucked anyone today?"

"Hey, I can't tell you that," said Richard, not even exhausted.

"It's my research," she said. "You were supposed to answer all my questions. OH GOD,what are you doing."

Richard had grabbed Denise at the waist and pulled her off the couch as he stood up. He sat back down on the couch and brought Denise down so she straddled his legs. His cock, through all the manipulation, never left her pussy. Now, it was Denise doing the fucking, lifting her hips and bringing them down on Richard's thick cock.

"Yes," said Richard. "Just before I got here, my girlfriend and I fucked a few times."

"A few times?" Denise said.

"Three times," said Richard.

"She came three times?" Denise asked.

"Um, I came three times. I don't know how many times she came."

"Who's your girlfriend?" Denise asked.

"That's not going into your paper," said Richard. "So, I'm not answering it."

Denise continued fucking, moving her hips up and down, milking the massive cock. She took Richard's hands and placed them on her firm young ass cheeks. She knew men liked her ass almost as much as they liked her tits. "Can you come on my face?" she asked Richard. She had never asked that of another man. She kissed Richard on the lips as she reached around her back and unclipped herstuffed bra.

Richard started pinching her ass, unaware his strength made it hurt. He was losing control too. His breathing was becoming more shallow and the muscles on his chest and stomach started to tense. When the bra came off, her tits were revealed, fat, natural, and gorgeous. Even Denise had never seen the nipples so erect, bigger than pencil tips. "My God," she said, almost to the sight of her own tits.

Denise picked up the pace and started fucking harder. Richard was helping, pulling her up and down by her ass, driving her pussy down onto the enormous cock. Denise was too out of control to complain of the pain of her cervix being crushed by the hard huge glans of Richard's penis. "I'm...coming...again...baby...oh...baby...fuck... me...harder...harder...oh...god..."

"Stay up," Richard said. He was reading her state of arousal pretty good. Denise almost collapsed in exhaustion. I'm going to come on your face," he said.

Denise thought she would have to go back down on the couch. Instead, Richard only had to lift Denise off his cock and then back down on his lap. There was a feeling of cold air inside her as her vagina was still stretched, still welcoming more of Richard's pussy-pleasing cock. Richard's cock rose up out of Richard's crotch, past his waist, up to Denise's big tits. "I'm coming," Richard said.

Denise looked down at Richard's cock tip. The slit looked as wide as a gun barrel pointed right at her. She was a good twelve inches away from it but she was hit in the face like she was point blank. Richard's sperm splashed her between the eyes and down her nose. More of his cream went up her nose and Denise had to open her mouth to breathe. Another shot went straight into her mouth. She turned to the left and her right cheek was drenched. Her tits followed, cum dripping off them and the nipples like they'd been dipped in milk.

Gosh, keep writing!

It's good ... doesn't even seem preposterous (which, when you think about it, even slightly, it is).
Very good word flow.

Megaly hot, man.

Please, keep writing.

I love this sort of thing and your descriptions are incredible.

Cheers for the work and continuing if for us here.

Catch ya
Shadow

Oh goodie, you're back!
So far, the continuation looks even more promising than the first bit. I like your detailed description of Richard's huge cock. Two hands to fit around soft??? That's like ten inches soft, I'm horny just thinking how big his dick must be when fully hard and that we are going to know soon enough!

XXX
Pat

please keep it going great stuf

Could we have more soon?
Pretty please...

I don't know if I'll finish this due to its controversial nature. I've considered dropping it and writing another. But then, I keep writing it. So anyway, I'm still writing it so I may as well post it.

A.

The story continues...

When Denise told me the story, I was shocked even though I could still hear my mom's yells announcing her coming for the fifth time from upstairs. Denise was turned on the entire time she told the story, her fingertips caressed her erect teenager nipples. After Denise told her story, things were pretty quiet upstairs and I thought my mom and Richard might be finished. Denise looked at her watch and agreed. Dad would be home soon and Richard would have to be done by then.

This story is more than a little bit ridiculous. It is well written, but the age is a HUGE problem. That in and of itself is what makes this story nearly unreadable. Continue to write it if you must.