I am a 25-year-old married woman, five feet two and 110 pounds, with shoulder-length brown hair. My husband Kris and I live in an apartment complex, and our next-door neighbors, Helen and Teddy, are nice people and good friends. A few weeks ago they were going out one night, and Helen asked me to sit with their babies. I was glad to help, while my husband stayed home to watch TV. The night went fairly well, and the babies were in bed and sound asleep by eight o’clock.
Helen and Teddy got home around one in the morning, and I was laughingly surprised to see Teddy carrying Helen in the door. She’d evidently had too much to drink. I helped him get her to bed, and as we tucked her in she mumbled drunkenly, “No pussy tonight, hon, I’m out of it.” I smiled at Teddy, and then Helen added before passing out, “Maybe you could fuck Jennifer here. What do you say to that, Jenny?”
“Yeah, sure, Helen,” I said, trying to humor her. “Just get some sleep.”
“Don’t pay any attention,” Teddy told me as we left the room. “She’s drunk and didn’t mean it.” Before I could reply he added, “Besides I’m a little . . . you know . . . too big for you. You’re pretty small.”
It took me a minute to realize what he was saying. Then it hit me, “What do you mean you’re too big?” I asked.
“Well, to be honest,” he began, “I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty big . . . down there. You know?”
“Well, well, mister modesty,” I laughed. “I don’t believe that shit. Besides, I could take you if I wanted to, you know.” I don’t know why I said it, but I suddenly felt myself getting wet at the thought of where this conversation might lead.
Teddy then explained to me that it had taken months for Helen to get used to his size and take all of him into her, and that even now it usually took several attempts for him to get inside his wife. I suddenly felt embarrassed, and told him I had to go.
I was in the living room, getting my things together, when Teddy walked in, evidently thinking I’d gone. He was wearing only his underwear, and there was a huge bulge in his shorts. Apparently he was still planning on putting it to Helen, despite her drunkenness.
The sight was too much for me. As if in a daze, I dropped my coat and purse and unbuttoned my jeans and shirt. I got myself out of them and then went to him. After a quick kiss he eased me down onto the plush carpet, then gently pulled off my wet bikini panties. He locked his talented mouth onto my pussy before I could stop him, and it felt incredible; he made me come in record time. I couldn’t help crying out, no matter how hard I tried to stay quiet.
I can honestly say I had second thoughts when I saw his erect penis as he pushed down his underwear. It was the biggest, longest, thickest cock I’d ever seen. The thought of a condom never entered my mind; I just spread my legs and tired to prepare myself for what I was about to take.
Teddy moved forward, leaned down and sucked on my stiff nipples as I felt the warmth of his dick against me. Even the head spread me enough to make me moan as it slid in slowly, and I was glad I was extremely wet with excitement. Teddy kept sliding in and I moaned louder, feeling more filled down there than I had ever been before. He was so deep inside me now that I assumed he was all the way in.
“See, “ I panted. “I told you I could do it . . . Ohh!”
“That’s only five inches or so,” Teddy told me, “You can’t get it all in.” I was grunting now with each thrust, even though he was not moving hard. It felt like he was way up inside my belly, and he was splitting my legs so wide that I couldn’t even wrap them around his back. It felt like a fist was sliding in and out of my pussy, driving me across the carpet as I held on for dear life. And then, without warning, I had an incredible orgasm. I grabbed Teddy by the hair and cried out, “Oh my God!” My legs tensed, then dropped from his waist as he continued to pump into me. My orgasm went on and on, and I was actually still coming when Teddy pushed a little deeper into me and let loose with a torrent of sperm.
“Oh my God!” I cried again, and I finally realized he wasn’t wearing a rubber. I’d never had a man other than my husband actually come inside me before. Teddy’s squirting lasted a long time, despite my half-hearted efforts to push him off me. None of it seemed to leak out of me either.
He collapsed on me for a minute or two, then finally rose and pulled out of me, his cock making a loud slurping sound. I lay there panting, and for some time it felt as though his huge phallus was still in there.
“How much did you get in me?” I asked weakly, and I couldn’t believe it when he said about half. I also couldn’t believe what a strong orgasm I’d just had, or that Teddy hadn’t worn a condom. There I was, lying on his living room floor with what felt like a pint of come inside me, and I didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.
I was so exhausted that I didn’t protest as Teddy pulled me to a sitting position. He was erect again, and he easily pulled me astride him as he lay on the floor with his cockhead at my swollen entrance. With his hands on my waist, he let me down slowly, until he had at least as much of himself inside me as he’d had before, though certainly not all. I could only moan with helpless pleasure as he fucked me up and down his shaft, and I came several more times before I felt him empty himself inside me once again.
After that Teddy helped me dress, and I limped home. Luckily my husband was fast asleep when I got there, so I douched and went to bed. I was still limping a little in the morning, so I told Kris I had pulled a muscle taking care of the babies the night before.
Since that night Teddy has made three more tries to get all of his dick inside me. None of them were successful, but we both had a lot of fun trying. Oh yeah, I also missed my period.
—J.R., Hartford, Connecticut