Doug's Comeuppance

Here's the start of a new story. I think you can see where I'm going with this.

I'll admit it. I am my cock; my cock is me. It's beautiful as am I. Since I was fifteen, we have been wowing the ladies with my intelligence and personality and my cock's sheer size, strength, and stamina. You may call me well-endowed but I am, in fact, quite blessed; As in God shines on me more than he shines on you. I am magnificent.

Julie was lucky to have been the one to tie me down. We married while in college. I got her pregnant and though I had knocked-up so many other women, for some reason, I had feelings for Julie. Also, her breasts were almost worthy of my cock, capable of burying the shaft with only the thick apple-sized head for her to lick between thrusts. She told me she loved me. I told her I loved her. She believed it.

I admit that I was a little fond of my Julie. I never cheated on her for the duration of our honeymoon though opportunities certainly presented themselves. We were on a cruise ship after all. No, the worst that could be said is that I rounded up a few phone numbers, married and unmarried women alike, and looked them up only after we got back. Most of the woman got added to my fuck rotation, each getting a chance to experience their greatest cock ever.

Julie and I were married eighteen years at the time this story starts. By then, I was doing well, an executive at a Wilson Chemical, pulling down seven figures. For your information, that translates to about a dozen young female employees willing to service my dick on any given day. I also was able to keep Julie at home as the dutiful housewife. Our daughter, Glenda grew up to be a fine young woman and had just started college.

That summer, we rented a remote cabin within the Tulare campground, a vast area that comprised twelve square miles of thick forest. It was Julie's idea, just the two of us. I was reluctant to go. It would be a week and I would only have one pussy to service for all that time. And it was forty-two year old pussy at that. It wasn't her fault; Julie simply could no longer handle the daily needs of a cock as big as mine. However, when she said her friend Charlotte was coming with her new fiancé, I changed my mind. Now, I counted two pussies.

Yes, she was coming with her fiancé. And yes, Charlotte had told Julie all about him, in strict confidence of course. Julie kept no secrets from me though. I learned that Mark was strong and virile with a huge cock. Mark was sweet and gentle. Mark, Mark, Mark. I wasn't worried. I had heard of men with big cocks before, only to find them puny in comparison to my own pussy driller. Their inaccurate appraisal was undoubtedly the result of men bragging and women too inexperienced to know better. Charlotte was barely thirty. She been married twice which told me she'd been with two men, maybe a couple more. Not exactly a scientific sample of penis size.

So, this story starts with me and Julie arriving at the cabin. It was a two bedroom, two bath wooden house with a shared kitchen and living room. Julie and I shared a ten bedroom, eleven bath home in the city. Living like poor people in the woods made no sense to me. However, almost as soon as we shut the door and put down the bags, Julie turned to me, kissed me, and started unzipping my pants. Hmm, I thought, just like a couple of poor people.

She went down on her knees and clutched her prize with her long tender fingers. I had forgotten how good she was as her tongue ran up against the underside of my cock. She moved slowly, her eyes looking up at me, making sure I was enjoying it. We had been driving most of the day, it couldn't smell very good. Gee, I thought, she must really love me.
But I did enjoy it. She pushed her mouth onto the head and gently sucked it. She kept her tongue moving. I put my hands in her graying hair. I considered telling her to get it dyed back to its chestnut brown color but thought better of it. It could wait until at least after I came.

Once I was at my full hardness, nine inches of industrial strength cock, I lifted her head up to my lips. I kissed her even though she had just been sucking on my sweaty cock. If that's not love, I don't know what is. I pulled her blouse off her and massaged her tits. I yanked off her shorts and panties with one pull of my arm and then a push down of my foot down her leg. I lifted her out of her shorts; she was wearing only her running shoes as I carried her into one of the bedrooms.

I tossed her onto the bed. I spread her legs roughly and pushed myself into her. "Doug, not so fast, you're hurting me." She was hurting, I knew that. But gentle with her took all day and we still had to unpack. Besides, the extra tightness made her feel better to me. I pushed in, pulled out, twisted a little.

Julie's breathing quickened. "Oh, that feels so good, Honey," she said to me. Her breasts swayed like water balloons that could have used a little more water, if you get my drift. "I'm gonna come," she said after a few minutes of fucking. Those were her words but she looked to be a long way from having an orgasm.

"Race you," I told her. I picked up the tempo. I threw off my shirt as the sweat on my body built up. Meanwhile, her vaginal lips looked like they were steaming around my pistoning cock. Julie's breathing picked up a little.
"It feels so good, Baby," said Julie.

"Sure it does," I told her. "Feels good to me too." I felt a tingle in my cock, a spasm in my balls. "I'm really close," I told her.

"Just another minute, Baby," said Julie. "That's all I need."

"Oh God," I said. I was past the point of no return. "I'm coming hard," I said.

Julie pushed me away, driving my cock out of her. This was the only time she was insistent with me. She didn't want to have another baby. She didn't like pills, I didn't like condoms. So, she'd push me away during her "dangerous time", rubbing my cock head or putting it in her mouth at my "moment of truth", making it feel as good or better.

I shot my wad pretty hard. A few tablespoons landed on her midsection. One squirt made it to the underside of her boobs. It was over ten minutes after we started. I was impressed I could still come so fast with a middle aged woman I'd been doing for eighteen years.

"How was I, Baby?" I asked her. She was usually embarrassed to give me a report card on my lovemaking skills.

"You were great, Honey," Julie said. She pulled her exhausted limbs off the bed. "I hope we can do it later tonight."

"You bet, Baby," I said. Charlotte and her fiancé would be here by then. I would be thinking about that girl's great toned body tonight and how I would get me some of that during this little vacation. Certainly that would give my dick enough stimulation to rise to attention.

There was a knock at the door. "They're here," Julie said.

"I'll get it," I said, relishing the opportunity to let Charlotte see my shirtless body.

that is a very good story cant wait to see more of it

yeah give us more more :)

Edit: sorry for double post, my internet connection is low

Sorry to be negative on this one but I found your central character too full of himself to be likeable or interesting.

I am pretty sure that "where he's going" with the story is a situation in which the man is "put in his place."

Gee SpoiledPrincess, I thought you only graded on spelling:)

Yes, you won't like him. I'm just trying to make him such that no one will feel sorry for him in the end.

A.

I'm hoping he gets eaten by sharks aliensrus :)

I ran out of the bedroom, but not without checking myself in the mirror. I just couldn't imagine what it would be like for Charlotte to have me this week. She would think she'd won the lottery or something.

As I approached the door, I felt that cool breeze in my crotch, nature's warning sign that my zipper was open. I considered leaving it open, letting her believe it was an accident. I zipped it up though. I mean, just how obvious did I want to be, especially in front of her fiancé.

There was a knock again, a more insistent kind. I knew this had to be her fiancé. "Just a minute," I said, pausing at the hallway. Let him wait, I thought. He would have to learn that Doug isn't at the beck and call of anyone. After a few seconds, I started to move forward, but his pounding on the door made me stop.

He pounded again, a couple of good slams of a fist on the cheap pine wood door. I actually backed away from the door. I didn't know what I wanted to do but it made me lean toward just going into the kitchen to make a sandwich, let the son-of-a-bitch wait. Julie hollered, "Honey, why aren't you answering the door?"

"In a minute," I told her. There was a pounding on the door again.

"Are you all right, Honey?" Julie asked. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Aw, Christ," I yelled. "No."

"Why don't you answer the door then?"

"I said I would answer it in a minute."

"I'll get it then," said Julie. "I'm almost dressed."

"I'll answer the fucking door," I told Julie. "Let me answer it."

"Why are you mad at me?" Julie asked. She just didn't understand. God, she could be a dumb bitch some time. I knew my mood was getting sour and the constant pounding on the door wasn't helping.

"I'm getting the door," I said, walking slowly to the door. From the bedroom, Julie saw me.

"What are you waiting for?" Julie said. "Just answer the door and they'll stop pounding."

"It's not Charlotte pounding," I told her. "It's that son-of-a-bitch she's with."

"It doesn't matter," she insisted. "I'll just get it. Go ahead and put on your shirt."

"Dammit," I said. I moved toward the door, my steps were in time to the rhythm of the knocking on the door. As soon as I turned the knob, the knocking stopped. I opened it.

A teenage boy stood at the door, maybe fifteen or sixteen. He must have been the one knocking. Charlotte was over by the car, straightening her clothes. Their luggage, two suitcases, were on either side of the boy. I looked around for Charlotte's fiancé. I didn't see another adult but I assumed the boy must be his son.

"Where's you Dad?" I asked the boy.

"Best guess, Chicago," the boy said, picking up the bags. "Who the fuck wants to know?"

Charlotte trotted over to the cabin from the car. "Hey Doug," she said. "How are you?"

"Fine," I said.

Julie came up behind me. "Hey Char, glad you made it. I was worried."

"It was a long drive," she said. "Kinda busy too," she added, winking at the boy. "Doug, Julie, this is my man." She put her hands on his shoulders. "Mark."

I didn't know what to say. Julie said, "Mark, it's nice to finally meet you." She gently pushed me aside. "Please come in."

Mark made his way past me, carrying the two big suitcases. "Where's our room?"

"The one on the left," I said.

"Doug," said Julie. "Can you take those bags from Mark? They look really heavy."

"He's got them," I said.

"Oh Doug," Julie said. "Be a good host. They drove ten hours to be here. Let them rest."

"They drove," I said. "They didn't push the car here."

"Just help," said Julie. "I don't know what's gotten into you all of the sudden."

Mark put the suitcases down and smiled at me as he stepped out of the way. I grabbed the handles of the luggage and pulled up. I thought my shoulders were yanked from their sockets. I yelped.

"That OK, Doug," said Mark. "I got it."

I massaged my right shoulder as Mark reached over and picked up the bags. "I have a lot of books and my laptop," he explained to Julie. "I took a week off from school but I still have stuff to do. And I brought some hand weights too."

"He's taking a lot of college courses," said Charlotte. "He's pretty advanced for his age."

"I'm sure," said Julie. She paused as though lost in that particular thought. "Char, we have to talk and catch up."

"That's OK, Bunny," said Mark to Charlotte as he carried the bags into her room. "I'll unpack and start on term paper."

"Thanks My Prince," she said to him. "I'll be in the room in about thirty minutes."

Mark closed the door behind him. Charlotte smiled at Julie. Julie smiled at me. I went into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

"I think we have everything we need for margaritas," Julie said to me. "Sound good to you, Char?"

"Easy on the tequila and Triple Sec," Charlotte said. "Thanks."

I found the blender and well stocked bar. There was a small fridge with the lime juice. I got three glasses and set to work.

"Char, he looks so young," Julie said.

"Yeah, he just turned sixteen so we can get married soon."

"Sixteen?" I said. "He's a minor in this state."

"I know Doug," Charlotte said. "I know it's wrong."

"You could be arrested," said Julie.

"No, I don't think so," she said. "They would have to arrest half the girls on campus."

"You're not his first," Julie said.

"No, no. Not by a long shot. He's quite popular. He's really good in math and science. Even tutors some of the students. But he gets a lot of attention too." Charlotte grinned uncomfortably. "It's actually a problem for us."

"Problem that he's popular?" asked Julie.

"Well, that's half of it. The other half is his sex drive. He is insatiable. I jerked him off almost all the way here. He came four times in my hand."

"Oh my," said Julie.

"I couldn't take it anymore," Charlotte said.

"I'm sure," said Julie.

"I had to pull over and suck his cock," Charlotte said. "I really couldn't resist. We drove only a few miles more before I had to do it again. It got worse once we got to the forest."

"How did it get worse?" I asked.

"Well Doug," said Charlotte. "That's probably not the right choice of words. But we'd drive a few miles, then have to stop, get out of the car, walk a hundred feet from the road with a blanket, just so we could have some privacy as I fucked him."

"You're sick," I told her. I put two margaritas down in front of the woman. I took mine over to the other side of the kitchen.

"You're right, Doug," she said. "Love sick. He came inside me only thirty minutes ago, just a mile down the road. That's why I had to stay by the car, clean myself up a bit, straighten out my clothes. He was able to bound up out of the car with the bags and knock on your door."

"Oh Char," said Julie. "I'm so worried about you."

I was getting sick myself. I couldn't get my mind off thinking of this beautiful woman I'd been lusting after the last few minutes, her skin having a strange sheen to it that might be due to a teenage boy's spunk. I tossed my drink down the sink but no one noticed.

"I'm sure he's ready for me again," Charlotte said. "He's studying but right now, I bet he's got a giant hard-on."

"You should find someone your own age though, Char," Julie said. "Doug and I are happy because we're close enough in age that we like the same things."

I hid my grin. I could have disagreed unless it turned out that Julie liked to fuck female employees with a big cock. I didn't think so.

"I could have had anyone," said Charlotte. "You don't have a body like mine and not know you can get just about any straight guy."

She took a sip of her margarita. "I want Mark though," she said. "But I know he can't ever be truly faithful to me." A tear formed under her right eye. It then made a glassy trail down her cheek. "He'll never be faithful like Doug is to you," she said to Julie. "You're a very rare man, Doug."

I smiled. "Yes," I agreed. "I'm a rare breed."

Sure to be amazed, do continue!! :)

Great start to the story. Looking forward to the next installment.

Great to see you posting stories again Aliensrus us. Your pretty much favourite writer on this site so I'm really looking forward to reading the rest of it. Please keep posting as it really looks like a great story.

Great story - looking fwd to Doug's comeuppance!

I'm with spoiledprincess on this one. The main chracter is not very interesting and this stud child is just as bad. I'm sorry to be a downer but it's just how I am feeling about it at the moment.

Are you still writing this? looking forward to it if you are.