Author’s note: this story involves unrealistic proportions and growth.
It has been far too long since I last told this tale. It was years ago, but the details are seared into my mind, and I have dreams about this story on an almost nightly basis.
My name is Colton — Colt for short — and this is the story of how I lost my virginity.
So first thing for you to know is that I’m kind of a…mutant. Like my genetics have made a certain leap further than the rest of humanity. So, according to the doctors, I might be the next step in humanity’s evolution. Cool right? Well sort of. So my mutation is my penis and my muscles. To put it simply; they’re huge. Like massive, far more than the average.
My mom’s a rare futa, with both sets of reproductive organs functional, and my dad was the world record holder for largest cock. They’re both impressive to see; mom’s futa dick is about thirteen inches long, and her sexual appetite is monstrous; she loves pounding those with smaller dicks.
My dad, on the other hand, is about sixteen inches long. He’s also hugely muscled, and he’s a famous body builder. He has his own workout video series, and he can bench like almost seven hundred pounds.
So with that prime genetic material, it’s no surprise I was born the way I am. When I finally finished puberty — I was a late bloomer, go figure, nineteen years old, no less — the doctor measured me and ran some tests, just to make sure I was healthy. Being mutated in a very new way meant that my doctors had to run tests my whole life. I’d gotten used to it, and once puberty hit, I didn’t mind showing off for the nurses.
My size total ended up being;
Six feet four inches tall, biceps eighteen inches(they’ve since gotten bigger, I didn’t used to work out) and finally my cock;
seventeen inches long soft, twenty four inches hard. Nine inches thick, and about sixteen all around.
The doc also measured my sperm and did tests on that, but I don’t remember those results.
Now, all this sounds amazing right? Wrong. My dick is heavy, and its a pain to tuck into pants. It swings everywhere and gets hard if a breeze blows past me. And when it gets hard, it is impossible to hide. Oh, and I need release for it at least five times a day. At minimum. If I don’t get that, my testicles — about the size of an orange — swell up as they continue to make and store sperm, and it hurts. Like alot, like being kicked in the nuts hurts less.
And I kept my size a secret, mostly since even in ‘big dick’ porn, my size was unheard of. That, and my girlfriend at the time, Tamara, wanted to wait until marriage for sex. And honestly, I would’ve waited too. Tamara was a babe. She was hot as hell, and I loved her.
She was almost as tall as me, being about six feet tall, and she was built like a cheerleader; slender, lithe, gorgeous. C cup tits, long blonde hair. She was older than me by a year, but we’d grown up next door to each other. I’d hung out with her and her sister my whole life. So, on the day of my twentieth birthday, Tamara told me she was going to give me a very special gift, and that I’d get it after the party.
My parents, who lived in my house, funnily enough, threw me a huge birthday bash. I’d had a job house sitting and pool cleaning for these insanely rich people who only lived in their house for a few months of the year(tax reasons, I think) and they paid me an insane retainer. Like more than 300k a year! Plus they tipped whenever they came home, and I bought my first house on my eighteenth birthday. I let my parents live there, and they had no complaints. My only complaint was that my parents needed to have sex somewhere other than my vision; they fucked a lot, and I saw it. A lot. Sometimes it made me hard in my pants, other times it just annoyed me.
Anyways, back to the party. Tamara and her sister Emilia came over, with a few friends, and we all drank and played beer pong. We swam some, and I tried very hard not to get hard at the sight of my neighbours in their small bikinis. Emilia is even hotter than her sister; by a lot. I was ashamed of my attraction to her at the time, but I’d jerked off more than a few times to her various cosplay Instagram posts. I’d never have told Tamara that, but her sister had her beat in pretty much every way;
She was only slightly smaller than her sister, at five foot ten inches, but she always wore heels anyways. Her crimson hair flowed down to her tight ass, softer and healthier than her sister’s. Her tits, at a nicely formed D cup had made some deal with gravity since they never sagged, at all. Her legs were longer and smoother than her sister’s and her face looked to have been carved from marble by some ancient artist looking to depict a goddess.
I actually went to the bathroom at one point during my party, feigning the need to crap, and jerked one off as hard as I could. My mom knew what was up though; she kept everyone busy while I shot my load into the tub. I couldn’t help but imagine Emilia bahis siteleri on her knees in front of me, moaning as she ran her tongue and hands up and down my length, pumping my size harder and harder. I kept telling myself I was imagining Tamara, but her sister was what really did it for me.
Eventually I headed back down, we had cake and I opened some presents. Some of my buddies bought me an extra large box of extra small condoms as a joke gift. Everyone laughed, and I thought it was hilarious. I got some other gifts, but mostly I was focused on what Tamara was planning to give me. I had high hopes that it was sex, but I wasn’t sure just what it could be.
It felt like forever before everyone drifted on home, and I took Tamara up to my room — the master bedroom — and closed the door. She told me to sit on the bed, she looked a little nervous.
“So, Colt, you know how I want to wait for marriage before we get, you know, intimate?” I nodded, hoping for her to change her mind. I could feel my shaft twitching in my pants.
“Well thats still true, but I’m thinking that, for your birthday, I can gie you…a blowjob? I know that young men often need…release, so maybe I can do this once in a while?” She asked while slowly taking off her t-shirt, wearing her tight black bikini underneath. That was enough; my trouser snake began to pulse and I could feel my blood filling it. I undid my pants, but Tamara stopped me, pulling them down herself.
“Let me do this, it is your gift after a — what the hell is that?!” she yelled out and I flinched. I had always been worried that women would react this way; I’d watched a lot of porn, but no one had reached my size and a lot of the so called ‘biggest dicks’ seemed to really hurt the women they were pounding.
“Ah — its, uh, its my dick. I know it’s a little on the large side, bu –” I started but she jumped to her feet and backed away.
“A little?! Thats-tha-thats huge! You’re a mutant, a freak!” She yelled louder and louder. I tried to stand up and tell her it was ok, try to calm her down, but she opened the door and ran like a bat out of hell.
My mom, Victoria, came upstairs, and saw me with my pants down, and put it all together.
“Oh, sweetie. Take it from me; not everyone can handle seeing large packages. I’m sorry darling.” She pouted and went to hug me, but seeing my mom’s double F sized tits sent my blood south fast, and I shook my head.
“I’m ok mom, I just need to relieve this. She’ll come back, right?” My mom tilted her head and sighed.
“I don’t know, baby. I’ll be downstairs with your father if you need anything, ok?” I nodded and she left, closing my door.
Tamara had left her shirt, and in my horny state, as well as the depression creeping up on me, I found only one good use for it; I grabbed it and jerked my cock off with it. It felt far better than just my own hand, and I emptied my nuts into it, over and over. It wasn’t a nice sight; I was still sad, morose even and after a few releases, I started crying.
Tamara and I had been dating for a few years now, and we had been close. I loved her, I really did. I eventually went to bed, her shirt soaked in my spunk, lying on the floor. My parents came to check on me the next morning, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone.
I spent the next few days alternating between crying, eating, and jerking off to pictures of her sister. Partially because I still found Emilia insanely hot, but also partially in a sense of revenge at Tamara. If she didn’t want to be with me because of my cock, I’d just fuck her sister! Well that was the idea behind it anyways.
On the morning of the fourth day, there was a knock at my bedroom door.
“Go away, mom. I don’t want to talk right now.” I called out. Silence greeted me, and I heard the door open.
“Mom, this is my house you know, so — huh?” I turned to my mom at the door to find it wasn’t my mom.
It was Emilia.
Dressed in her favourite cat girl maid outfit. I’d helped her put it together earlier that year, and I’d subsequently relieved myself to photos of her in that particular outfit.
“Emilia? What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
She giggled and came in the room, closing the door behind her.
“You thought I was your mom! Ahaha!” She snorted a little and I even cracked a smile. A small one, but a smile nonetheless.
“Oh shut up, how was I supposed to know it was you?”
She laughed again, and leaned against the door, her arms crossed beneath those wonderful orbs.
“I heard you and big sis broke up. She told me what happened. I think she’s lying. Is she?” I shrugged. I had no idea what Tamara had told her.
“She said you were, and I quote, ‘a sexed up mutant freak’ and thus she couldn’t be with someone like you.” I felt a cold anger tear through me. How dare she! I can’t help my body!
“So I came to see if it was true. Are you a sexed up mutant freak?” She asked, all casual, as if asking the time of day. I blinked canlı bahis siteleri and shrugged again. I was still angry, but I didn’t want to get Emilia involved. She sighed and pulled her maid uniform down further and further until it stopped, just above her nipples. I tried not looking, but I found myself transfixed.
“Oh, looks like someone wants to say hi!” She giggled and sank to her knees in front of me. Was this really happening? I’d been imagining this very scenario for so long!
She undid my pj pants, and pulled them down. I braced myself for her yelling, and looked away.
“Its….oh my god, Colt this is amazing! Is it real?” Before I could process her question, she grabbed it and squeezed.
“Are you hard already?! Wow, I mean I’ve seen your dad’s record photos, but this is beyond even that! Holy shit Colt, you’re like a horse!” She kept stroking and squeezing and my resistance couldn’t stand up to her. I moaned and it pulsed, twitching in her hands while it grew. Her jaw dropped and she stared as it raised to full mast.
“Colt, I want to ask you something.” She let go of my cock and it smacked into my chest. I nodded, most of my mind distracted by her currently heaving boobs. So close to popping out of her cosplay, I could almost see them breaking free!
“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?” She asked and I blinked, confused even more than before. Her question actually distracted me from her perfectly round ta-tas.
“If I were to be your girlfriend, I’d take care of all your needs. I’d cook for you, clean for you and most importantly, I’d take care of that whenever you need. So, please, let me be your girlfriend?” My own jaw dropped. She was a year younger than me, so I’d never really thought of dating her. Sexual fantasies, yes. But dating?
And she wanted to take care of me? All my needs? She wasn’t afraid, didn’t think I was a freak?
“ah-uh-Are you sure? You want to cook and clean? You want this thing?” I asked, gesturing to my throbbing pole. I actually started to slowly stroke it, my needs demanding I give it attention. The gorgeous redhead before me grabbed my hand away, and pulled my cock between her boobs, stroking me. I moaned, my thoughts only on the sensation.
“Let me take care of this. As your girlfriend, it’s my job, my duty to ensure you never have to relieve yourself. I’ll take care of it whenever you want, ok? Colt, wanna be my boyfriend?” I nodded, unable to resist her. At that point, I’d have agreed to anything, my mind engulfed by the feeling of her pillow soft tits slowly stroking and massaging my mighty meat. She smiled.
Her mouth opened wide, and she took my flared tip inside. She barely managed my head, choking on it while her tongue ran all across it. The sensation was incredible; it felt like lightning and fire, and yet wet and smooth. I felt myself buck in her mouth, easily reaching the back of her throat. It felt so good, I moaned loudly. She moaned on my tip too, and grabbed my hands, placing them on the back of her head.
“You want me to push?” I asked, breathless. She moaned again and I took that as an affirmative. I pushed hard and watched as more inches sunk into her tight, damp mouth. I moaned as she reached just past halfway. I’d always imagined this, and it was better than anything my mind had ever come up with. I stood and began to pull out. She moaned in protest, but I kept going until only my tip was inside. Then I thrust in, and she moaned loud and her entire body trembled. I laughed, the feeling of power flowing through me.
I began to pound her throat with intense vigor; again and again, harder each time. Sinking more and more into her, until about twenty inches were resting in her. Her face was beet red and I realized she couldn’t breathe. I pulled out fast, and she gasped, coughing. The sudden air hitting my cock pushed me over the edge and I cried out as my shaft throbbed and twitched hard. My balls tightened and i felt my load travel up my cock, blasting out harder than ever before. I tried to move so that it wasn’t hitting Emilia, but she grabbed it, pointing my shooting rod at her open mouth.
I gasped again as she struggled to swallow my load, my spunk pouring out of her mouth and covering her now bare breasts. I loved the sight; I wanted to see this everyday. Seeing the girl of my dreams covered in my baby batter was a sight I burned into my mind.
“So…what now? I guess we’re dating ah oooh!” my mind went blank as Emilia sucked my tip, taking the last of my sperm with it. I sank back to the bed, moaning with intense pleasure.
“Yep, I’m your girlfriend now. I will spend my days cooking and cleaning and pleasing you. I only ask that you take some photos with me, ok?” I raised an eyebrow.
“For my onlyfans. I promised my followers that when I got a boyfriend, I’d post some sexy pics, here, use my phone.” She grabbed her phone and sat beneath me, so that my softening rod was resting on her shoulder and chest, her saliva still dripping canlı bahis off it. I held the phone so I could get a photo of her, covered in my cum, kissing my cock while holding two fingers next to her wink.
“That should do for now. I might want a video at some point, ok? So, bf, can I live here?” She asked, once again all casual. I had some of my mental faculties back and saw this as an opportunity.
“Only if you ride my cock.” I said it more commanding than I’d meant, but she grinned and stood, pushing me to the bed.
“Then we better get you all hard again!” It wasn’t a challenge, the attention she gave it had me at full mast in seconds. She giggedly, drunkenly. She had to stand to line herself over my twitching rod. I struggled to hold myself still, waiting for her to move. I wasn’t sure if I could really fit in her, and I didn’t want to hurt her. It became so much harder when she slowly spread her gushing pussy on my tip.
She teased me, rubbing her slit on me again and again, and eventually I could no longer resist.
I grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her down, burying a good twelve inches in her. She cried out, in pain and pleasure. I on the other hand couldn’t make a sound; the feeling was insane. Her warm, velvety insides wrapped around my cock and squeezed, like it was milking me. We lay like that for a few minutes before she started lifting herself up and slowly lowering down. I held on to her waist, ready to push her off if she got hurt.
But she took my whole length in; all two feet of it. She gasped as she met my waist. I could feel myself throbbing already and we took a moment to breathe. She began rubbing against me, and I could see my own bulge all the way inside her, reaching to her tits.
“You like my titties? They’re yours to use however you want!” She moaned as she twisted her hips with the passion of a professional porn star. I nodded and grabbed them, loving that they filled my hands. They were firm and soft, feeling like pillows and yet as firm as stress balls. I loved squeezing them. A passion filled me and I decided to take over.
I grabbed her around her back and flipped her to the bed, leaning over her. She gasped and I felt her entire body tremble and twitch, her pussy squeezing hard on my cock, her juices flowing all over it and the bed. She cried out and I used that opportunity to pull half my length out.
Then I began to thrust, harder and harder. Each time I pulled more than halfway out, sometimes all the way to my tip, and everytime I pushed all the way back in. She cried out in pleasure again and again and her pussy squeezed wonders on my twitching rod. Eventually I could feel the build up.
“Ah shit, Emilia, I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, starting to pull out. She shook her head and wrapped her long smooth legs around my waist, locking me inside her.
“Are you sure? I can’t hold back much longer!” She nodded, and I kissed her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth. I could actually taste myself on her tongue and it was an interesting experience. I definitely liked it, but the knowledge that it was my taste on her weirded me out a little.
After another few seconds, I exploded inside her. My cock bucked harder than ever before and I launched my seed faster than before. I could feel my balls emptying in her, and I could see her stomach growing with my cum. When I finally finished, I leaned back, and pulled my softening pole out.
“So, I guess you’re going to live here now?” I asked and she nodded, mumbling to herself.
“Cool. I’ve always had a thing for you, you know? So if you’re my girlfriend now, what are you going to tell Tamara?” She slowly sat up, and patted her stomach. She looked a good six months pregnant.
“I’m not going to tell her anything. She’s the one missing out; your huge cock on it’s own would be more than enough to tempt anyone. But on top of that, I’ve seen how you treated Tamara, like a queen. You’re the perfect package; if I don’t snatch you up, someone else will! So, we should clean up in the shower, and after that I’ll make you some lunch.”
She stood on shaking legs and led me to the en suite shower stall. We cleaned each other, Emilia letting me squeeze and feel up every last inch of her. As she said, it was mine now. When we finished, she opened the bedroom door to reveal a few suit cases. I raised an eyebrow.
“You planned on succeeding on being my live in girlfriend, huh?” She giggled and nodded.
“I told your mom what had happened and my plan, and she agreed. Apparently she’s seen you ah…pleasuring yourself to one of my more spicy pictures, in my maid outfit. So I chose that one to seduce you. You don’t mind, do you?”
I shook my head, a huge grin on my face. Emilia had always been quite forward, so I should have expected something like this. I pulled her face into a kiss.
“Well if you’re going to take care of me, whenever we fuck can you wear those cat ears? I don’t know why, but they really turn me on.” she smiled at me.
“Then I’ll wear them all the time.” She pulled on a skin tight Samus costume. I felt turned on again as she pulled her hair into a long ponytail. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen and started making lunch.