AUTHOR = Stormbringer
E-MAIL = Storm_bringer1@webtv.net
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. |
Gene woke up early the next day. Brenda was mumbling in her sleep. Gene wasn't sure but he thought he heard her saying "Brad" and "cock" a couple times.
His penis hurt this morning and he was surprised to find it was hard. He considered rolling over and making love to Brenda, but was worried that would screw with the invigoration process. He reached under the bed and grabbed the penis pump. He inserted his penis into the tube and started pumping. It hurt more than normal and he considered stopping. Then he noticed it growing.
He realized the soreness was actually growing pains as his penis quickly turned into a cock. He was scared as it quickly blew up like a balloon growing to over twenty inches. Then it shrank and seemed to settle in at about sixteen inches. Even bigger than Brad had predicted. Gene rolled over and shook Brenda. He prayed Brad's little twelve inch dick had stretched her out enough for his new monster cock.
"Brenda wake up, it finally took."
Brenda opened her eyes and gaped in awe at Gene's cock. "Oh my god," she cried, "it's so beautiful. You're even bigger than Brad."
"Hurry up, we've got to set it," said Gene crawling on top of her.
Her pussy was so wet, his cock easily slid inside. Gene had thrust it in and out a couple times when his wife screamed in orgasm.
"Oh god, Gene," she gasped, "I love your cock. You're so much bigger and better than Brad. He has a worthless little pencil-dick."
Gene awoke from his dream. His wife was asleep and mumbling something but he couldn't make it out. His penis was still the limp little worm it had become since he started using the pump. He reached under the bed and pulled out the penis pump. He invigorated that morning as he had every morning for almost half a year.
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Brenda never stirred the whole time while Gene showered and got ready for work. He assumed she had accidentally fallen asleep after having sex with Brad, but she was sleeping so deeply it was almost like she had stayed awake all night until coming home at dawn. Gene was about to leave when he noticed Brad outside doing yard work. He was considering going over to tell Brad that he and Brenda would find another way to keep her stretched out, when he heard a lawnmower start up. A seventeen year old black boy mowed their lawn once a week and Gene decided he wouldn't be able to talk to Brad over the motor as the big black kid began pushing their lawnmower along the hedgerow between their houses.
Gene got home a little late and was relieved when Brenda didn't yell at him. She was still walking bowlegged and she seemed sore when she sat down after cooking dinner. She did appear in better spirits, though her mood worsened as the night wore on. He also noticed she kept staring out the back window or glancing at the phone like she was expecting a call. She refused to say anything about the night before and they went to sleep without talking much at all that night.
The next day Gene came home to find his wife preparing a quick and simple dinner, which was unusual for her. His stomach sank when she told him she was going over to Brad's for her second session.
"Are you sure you want to go back there?" he asked his wife, feeling dejected.
"There really isn't much of a choice," she answered without turning to look at him. "Besides, I'm doing this so that you can become the real man you've always dreamed about."
That hurt his feelings and Gene left to use the bathroom in their bedroom. He noticed Brenda had been cleaning out their drawers and saw her sexy set of lingerie sitting on the dresser. He remembered showing the pictures of Brenda wearing that same outfit to Brad months ago and vaguely recalled telling him that he could look because he would never touch. Boy had that statement been wrong.
They ate dinner in silence. Brenda wolfed hers down and excused herself to get ready. He tried to watch TV, but couldn't concentrate. Brenda emerged from the bedroom an hour later wearing the same pair of sweats that she had the last time. Her hair was down and she was wearing makeup this time. She kissed him goodbye and was out the door a second later.
He watched his wife walk over to Brad's. She didn't dawdle this time, but practically ran next door. Gene slowly walked to the bedroom and got out his penis pump. He noticed she had put away the lingerie and briefly wondered why she had taken it out in the first place. She had only worn it the one time for him and that had taken alcohol and a special occasion to get her to wear it. He laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling before beginning the invigoration process.
He tried to fight it, but Gene felt a strong desire to check on her progress tonight and he soon found himself outside and heading for Brad's minutes behind his wife. Luckily, the curtains were still cracked and Gene silently crept up to them.
Brad was sitting in a chair naked, his massive cock pointing at the ceiling hard as a rock. Brenda was standing by the bed wearing the lingerie. At first Gene was angry, then heartbroken. She had only worn the lingerie for him on their anniversary. It had been a very special night to Gene, remembering how she had shyly let him look at her scantily clad body for the first time with the lights on. He had fed her drinks all night and they had helped talk her into letting him take a couple pictures. Now here she was in a well lit room actually modeling the lingerie for their neighbor. Gene felt another burst of pain and jealousy when she started swaying her hips like she was dancing for him. She ran her hands up over her hips and stomach, stopping to pull the bra down far enough so that her nipples stuck out over the top.
"Is this helping?" she asked Brad.
"It helps," he sighed, but I don't think I can do it again."
Gene felt a surge of relief when he heard that.
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked looking desperate.
"No," said Brad, "I miss my wife. She always sucked me off before sex."
Brenda's eyes flickered down towards his cock standing proudly before her. "I've never done it before, but would it help if I sucked you off?"
"You could try," he said, "but Tiffany's blow-jobs are the best in the world and I doubt you could compete."
Brenda felt a wave of jealousy break over her when he mentioned Tiffany's name. Brad was smiling at her and she gave him a sly smile back. She had a competitive streak and was ready to try to give him the best blow-job of his life. She looked at him seductively as she fell to her knees. Brenda, still clad in the lingerie, crawled over towards Brad. He parted his legs to let her in.
Gene couldn't bear to watch his wife give his best friend the one thing in the world he desired from his wife more then anything else, but his eyes were glued to the window.
Brenda stopped crawling when she reached his crotch and she straightened up so that she was kneeling between his legs. Brenda was a little daunted as she looked at the mighty cock pointing upwards before her face. Light sparkled off of a wet spot oozing from the tip.
Brenda nervously reached out a hand and caressed around the fat head of his cock. Looking at it from this close sapped her self-confidence and filled her with self-doubt. How was she going to get that thing in her mouth?
Brenda couldn't resist it, and she held her hand about two inches above the pee slit. That was how big her husband's cock would become any day now. She couldn't wait to be fucked by a big cock every night for the rest of her life.
Brad coughed like he was becoming impatient and she quit daydreaming. Brenda gulped and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Her fingers didn't even meet as she pulled it down towards her mouth. She closed her eyes as she kissed the tip of his cock lovingly. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as it made contact with her lips. She didn't understand why, but she liked being on her knees before this man.
Parting her lips, Brenda took the head into her mouth and stopped. She realized that she had no idea what she was doing. "Brad, what do I do?" she asked, removing his cock-head from her mouth.
Brad smiled. She was like a lump of clay ready to be molded into whatever image he chose. "First, kiss and lick up the sides." He paused and she eagerly obeyed him. "Now lick down the underside and kiss my balls." She did everything he said and Brad thought that Brenda liked being told what to do. "Move your mouth back up to the head and lick all around it."
Brenda was completely enthralled by his cock. The world ceased to exist for her except for Brad's commands and her responses. She teased the pee-slit with her tongue. She put the head in her mouth and ran her tongue all over it. He told her to gently massage his balls as she sucked on him and as one hand went towards his testicles, her other hand went between her legs and she started fingering herself.
Gene almost wished his view was impaired. This wasn't part of the deal. Putting someone's cock in your mouth was, in a way, more intimate then sex and Brad was only supposed to stretch out her pussy. Gene could clearly see a bulge in Brenda's cheek from Brad's big cock-head and he could see her cheek stretch out even further as her tongue swirled around it. Brad had said that women did whatever he told them after getting a taste of his big cock and it looked like Brenda was following in all their footsteps.
"Take as much into your mouth as you can," ordered Brad.
Brenda got about halfway before she gagged. "I can't go any further."
"Relax," he said. "Take your time. Now try it again and go a little further."
Brenda made it another inch before coming up and gasping for air.
"You're doing great," he told her. "Try to go a little further each time. Relax your throat and try to suppress the gag reflex. Whenever you need to take a breather, tell me how much you love my cock and stroke it with one of your hands."
Brenda nodded and tried again. This time she took about seven inches into her throat. She moaned around the big cock stuffed in her mouth, partially from fingering herself and partially from the pleasure she got from pleasing Brad. He was right, she was in love with his cock and she told him as much when she came up for air.
"Brad, I love your cock so much," she said watching the eye open and close as her hand stroked up and down his entire foot-long length. "I love sucking your cock. You're so much bigger than Gene."
She went back down on him. Brenda felt a little guilty belittling her husband, but satisfied herself with the knowledge that Gene would soon put Brad to shame in the cock department.
Gene got so sick of hearing her adoring comments that he stuck his fingers in his ears. Brenda had turned into an animal completely worshipping the big cock in her mouth. He pulled his fingers out of his ears in time to hear Brad tell her to look up at him as she sucked him off. Brenda's eyes stared into Brad's and Gene wished he could wipe that smug look off his friend's face. It was a look that said simply, "I'm in charge and you'll do whatever I tell you." Gene imagined Brenda giving him that same submissive look as she sucked on his fourteen inch shaft. His little penis was stiff and Gene remembered that he had brought the pump with him. He had dropped it when he covered his ears and grabbed it off the ground. Gene immediately inserted his penis and invigorated.
"You're doing great, Brenda," said Brad. She had taken about ten inches and he was starting to thrust his hips as he got into it. She was getting used to it and coming up for air a lot less. "Not bad. Almost as good as Tiffany. She can take about one more inch."
Brenda sighed in frustration. She forced herself to take another inch and was rewarded by a grunt of pleasure from Brad. It wasn't good enough to equal Tiffany, Brenda had to beat her. Brenda concentrated and pushed the last inch into her throat feeling his pubic hair tickling her nose. She had to gag, but kept his entire cock buried in her throat long enough to look up at him and bat her eyelashes. She came up for air and quickly returned to sucking his cock. She developed a pattern of bobbing her head up and down ten inches and taking eleven or twelve every fifth time.
"You're much better at this than my wife," moaned Brad. "You might even be the best cock sucking slut that I've ever had."
She orgasmed when he said that. The orgasm came quickly around her finger, catching Brenda off guard. She had about nine inches in her mouth at the time and tried to scream in pleasure, but it was muffled by his cock.
Gene saw his wife shudder and he assumed she had cum. Oh great, he thought, Brad doesn't even need to fuck her to make her cum. He continued to watch.
Brenda came up to breathe. She looked down the length of Brad's cock. It glistened from her saliva. It was red, engorged, and throbbing.
"It looks like it's even bigger now."
"You're making it bigger, Brenda," he said. "Don't stop now."
Brenda quickly went back to blowing him. He was holding the back of her head and he seemed to be doing most of the work as he was fucking her face. Brad moaned and grabbed her head, holding his cock in her mouth. It seemed to spasm in her throat and she felt it pumping sperm directly into her stomach. She hadn't wanted him to cum in her mouth and felt sick to her stomach. She was relieved that she at least didn't have to taste it, but Brad apparently had other ideas. He removed his still spurting cock from her throat so that the head was squirting into her mouth. She gulped twice to keep from gagging. At the last minute, he pulled his cock out and sprayed a blast in her face. There was a glob left on her tongue and she rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing, finding she liked the taste.
Gene had cum a long time ago. If you can call a drop of sperm being forced from your penis cumming, when compared to the vast amount Brad had sprayed on her face and probably squirted in her mouth too. He felt ill, and stooped thinking he might vomit. This wasn't part of the deal. Brad was only supposed to stretch out Brenda's pussy, not stick his dick in her mouth. He heard them talking.
"What's wrong?" asked Brad.
"I feel kind of guilty," answered Brenda.
"I understand," said Brad reassuringly. "I only had you do it to help out Gene. You're going to suck his cock every night once it fills out, but not until then. You might throw off the invigoration process."
Gene felt a surge of relief pass through his body. Brad was doing him a huge favor. Not only was he teaching her how to suck on a big cock, but he was making sure she liked doing it. Still, stretching out her pussy was the most important thing and Brad had wasted the night with a blow-job. Gene stood up and got the shock of his life. Brad's cock was still rock-hard and he was climbing on top of a spread-eagled Brenda, who quickly wrapped her long tan legs around his back. Gene didn't want to watch any more and left to go home.
As he squeezed through the hedge row, he remembered Brad saying that he could orgasm five times a day. Maybe he HAD fucked Brenda until sunrise a couple of nights ago. Gene's spirits lifted as he pictured the marathon sex sessions he would be able to have with his wife once his penis took. He was so elated that he had trouble falling asleep that night.
He awoke again around dawn. Brenda was just crawling into bed. He didn't say anything to her, but rolled over and went back to sleep.
When Gene returned home from work, he got out of his car and smelled his wife's lasagna. He took a big whiff and smiled as he entered his house. Her lasagna was simply the best in the world.
He went into the kitchen and was shocked to see that the table hadn't been set and there was a note lying on it. He picked it up and quickly read through it. Brenda was at Brad's already. Her vagina wasn't stretching well and Brad wanted to increase their sessions while Tiffany was still away. Dinner was in the oven. Gene opened the oven and was disappointed to see a boring old TV dinner. He sighed and closed the oven door. Though he was still jealous, Gene knew that Brad was doing more than preparing Brenda for Gene, he was training her for him. He really owed Brad a lot.
Gene walked out on the deck and took a deep breath. He could still smell his wife's lasagna. It was coming from Brad's house! Giving up sex was bad enough, but having her cooking for Brad really pissed Gene off. He fumed for several hours until it was dark and finally decided to go next door and demand that his wife come home.
Gene thought that he must be wearing a path to Brad's house as he squeezed through the hedges again. He noticed the bedroom light on and decided to peep before knocking. Once again, he made his way up to the window.
Brad was fucking her from behind. Brenda had an expression on her face that was a mixture of pain and intense concentration. Gene saw the trails of tears down her eyes and wondered why she had been crying. He also noticed that her cheeks were puffy and she had dried sperm on the sides of her mouth. They had obviously been at it for a while already.
Gene looked back at Brad. He was slowly fucking her, but for some reason he only had about eight inches buried in her... ASS! He was fucking her ass. Gene had never even thought about anal sex. Now he couldn't get the idea out of his mind. He wanted to be the one shoving his big cock into Brenda's ass. Brad was really helping him out and he couldn't interrupt now. Gene decided to watch for a while before heading home.
The most Brenda managed was nine inches. Brad started fucking her after giving up trying to get the whole thing in. After about five minutes, Gene noticed Brenda's big nipples popping out and the expression on her face changed to one of pleasure. She moaned softly.
"Oh god, Brad," she moaned, "fuck my ass. Fuck me with that big cock." She moaned again and shuddered from an orgasm. "Harder. Fuck me harder," she implored.
Gene saw her orgasm and noticed Brad was fingering her as he fucked her ass. Brad picked up speed and fucked her hard for about fifteen minutes, before groaning as he came. He pulled his cock out of her ass as it was still shooting cum and he squirted some on her ass cheeks. Brenda spun around and started planting kisses on his cock. Her ass was facing the window and Gene saw Brad's semen pouring out of a large hole that had once been her petite asshole.
Gene snuck home as they were resting. He had a strong urge to invigorate.
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The next day, Gene got up and realized that Brenda hadn't come home yet. He showered and went to work. When he got home that night, Brenda was packing up some of her clothes. Again there was no dinner on the table.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'll be staying over at Brad's," she said matter-of-factly. "He's lonely without his wife there and, besides, he says my pussy still isn't shaping well."
Gene felt flushed with anger. "Well, how's your mouth and ass shaping?" he barked at her.
Her eyes widened with shock. "How did you...?"
"I've seen everything through the window," he cut her off, feeling ashamed of himself for peeping.
"How dare you invade our privacy, Pencil-dick," she screamed.
Gene flinched. "Brenda, that hurt," he said.
"Sorry honey," she said calming down. "I'm just upset that things aren't going well and I promise that when yours gets bigger, you can put it anywhere you want, whenever you want. I'll do whatever you say."
That made Gene feel better and he smiled when she kissed his cheek. She was out the door minutes later. He snuck over to watch that night, but the window had been shut and the curtains closed.
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Gene rarely saw his wife for several weeks. She occasionally came home for clothes or to check her mail. When he asked, she'd only say things were going well and she should be ready for him soon and to call her if his penis needed setting.
One night, Gene heard Brad's car pull out of the driveway and he went next door to ask Brenda a question. She must have left with Brad, he thought, for the lights weren't on. Just after midnight, they returned. Gene peeked through the curtains and watched Brad and his wife get out of Brad's car. They were laughing and hanging on to each other. Gene saw Brenda stumble and assumed that they had been drinking. When they passed under the light, Gene was surprised to see that the only thing Brenda was wearing was a short skirt and a halter top. The top stopped just under her big breasts and he could clearly see the outline of her braless nipples underneath it. He had never seen Brenda look this sexy or this trashy. She was dressed like a complete slut.
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Tiffany came home a week later. Gene walked into his house to see that Brenda had moved back in. She appeared upset and by the time they went to bed she was getting bitchy and grouchy again.
Several more months passed. Brenda snuck over to Brad's several days a week for sessions and Gene also noticed signs that they had been fucking in his bed when he wasn't home.
Almost a year had passed since Gene had started invigorating. Brad told him that he might be one of the few people that just never take, but those people were rare and he should keep at it, no matter how long it took.
Later that day, Tiffany found out her mom had passed away. She and Brad left to take care of the funeral arrangements and were gone a week. Brenda was practically climbing the walls by the time they returned. She snuck off to be with him the first chance she got. When she came back that day, she seemed depressed and told Gene that Brad and Tiffany were moving to go live in Tiffany's mother's house.
Gene was ashamed to admit it, but he was relieved to hear that Brad was leaving. He wanted his wife back. He missed her cooking and he was thinking about giving up on the pump. He offered to help Brad and Tiffany pack up and move.
When the day finally arrived, Gene breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Tiffany's car back out of the driveway and drive off, thinking they were gone forever. Brad was knocking on their door the minute Tiffany was out of sight. Brenda had been moping all day, but she perked up the second Gene let Brad in.
"In there," Brad said pointing at the bedroom.
Gene watched Brenda leap to obey and he called, "There's no need to do that any more, I've decided to give up."
They obviously didn't hear him, for they ran into the bedroom and locked the door behind them.
Gene heard noises from the bedroom and Brenda's occasional scream of pleasure. Finally, after about ninety minutes, Brad emerged from the room.
"See ya, Pencil-dick," he said as he left Gene's house for the last time.
Gene frowned at the hated nickname. He watched Brad get into his car. The car was loaded with boxes and soon Brad was out the driveway and hopefully out of their lives forever. Gene felt happy for the first time in months. He stripped off his clothes and went into the bedroom. Brenda was laying on her side crying.
"Don't worry, honey," he said getting on the bed and spooning up to her. "I've decided to quit using the pump and we can make love again."
Gene frowned to see her puffy cheeks and some of Brad's sperm crusted on her lips. He looked down and saw her rectum was a gaping hole and more sperm was oozing out. Sickened, he looked away and positioned his penis down by her vagina. He pushed in and felt... nothing!
Brenda looked at her husband. "I don't want to make love. I need to get fucked," she cried.
Confused, Gene wiggled his little penis around to make sure he was in her vagina. He was and, horrified, he silently got up off the bed and left the room. Gene's penis was still erect and he masturbated in the living room.
A Bad Ending
Two weeks after Brad moved away, Gene pulled into his driveway behind the lawn boy's truck. The big black boy had turned eighteen the week before and Gene had given him a generous birthday bonus. The boy, Tyrell, wasn't in the yard and Gene assumed he was inside getting paid by Brenda. He entered his house.
There was no sign of Tyrell or Brenda, but Gene heard noises coming from the bedroom. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but shook his head in denial. There was no way Brenda would be having sex with a black kid and one almost ten years younger than her. Maybe he was helping her move something?
Gene opened the bedroom door. Brenda was lying on her back naked. Tyrell was holding her legs apart and fucking her with the biggest, blackest cock Gene could ever have imagined.
"Brenda," he cried in dismay, while running over to break them up, "what are you doing?"
Tyrell pulled his cock out and roughly pushed Gene backwards so that he fell on his ass.
"Look Gene, fourteen inches," said Brenda reaching over to stroke the black boy's giant cock.
Tyrell smirked down at Gene sitting on the floor. "This is what your wife needs, wimp, a big piece of black meat."
Gene felt envious as he looked at the massive black cock jutting out proudly from the muscular black kid. His wife was looking at it worshipfully as she stroked it. She bent over and kissed the big black head before pulling him back inside her. Gene turned over and crawled out the door.
Gene realized what a complete fool he'd been. How could he have been that stupid? He should have never quit invigorating his penis. Now he'd probably have to start from scratch again. He retrieved the pump from a box in the den and inserted his little penis once more into the tube.
Epilogue: A Good Ending
One year and three months after starting again, it worked. Seeing his penis suddenly swell up and completely fill the pump scared the crap out of him, causing him to jump in his seat. Gene was in his office at work when it happened. He quickly pulled up his pants and raced out to his car without saying a word to any of his coworkers.
Gene started the car and took his peni... his cock out. It was huge and he squeezed it desperately trying to stay hard. As he raced home, he thought over the events of the last fifteen months.
Brenda had turned into a complete slut. Tyrell had started sharing her with his friends and a day didn't go by without Brenda getting fucked by at least one well-hung black kid.
Brenda didn't cook much any more and Gene had lost a lot of weight. The black boys always made fun of him when they were over at his house and Gene had started going to the gym with a friend to avoid them. He had put on quite a bit of muscle and was now in the best shape of his life. Gene wanted a new look to go with his new lean, muscular body and, since the shaven look was in fashion, he shaved off what little hair remained on his head until he was completely bald. Cindy, one of the fitness instructors, told Gene that the bald look made him look virile and sexy.
Gene pulled into his drive twenty minutes later and was relieved to see that his new cock had stayed rock-hard. He hadn't had any trouble at all maintaining an erection. Tyrell's truck was parked in his driveway.
Gene ran into his house stripping off his clothes until he was naked by the time he reached the bedroom. Brenda was screaming in ecstasy as Tyrell pounded his cock into her ass.
"Get the fuck off my wife," said Gene pulling Tyrell back.
Tyrell hit the floor and his black face turned even blacker as he flushed with rage. "Mother fucker, you're about to get your ass kic...." Tyrell's eyes widened as he saw the gigantic sixteen inch cock pointed at his face. He crawled backwards, shaking his head in fear and denial until turning over and running out the door.
Gene had never actually won a confrontation like this one and was turning to go after him when he felt Brenda's hand grab his cock. She pulled him down towards her pussy. He was so big and hard that she had to use both hands to bend his cock down far enough to penetrate her.
Gene fucked her pussy for an hour. She told him she loved his big cock and that she'd only fuck him from now on. He was approaching orgasm and couldn't believe how big his new cock was swelling up. He pulled it completely out of his wife to look at it several times before slamming it back in.
Gene felt the sperm rumbling in his balls. Bigger cock meant bigger urethra. The fat width meant that more sperm could flow through his cock and the immense length meant his orgasm lasted longer. It felt like gallons of sperm was flowing up his cock and spurting out the end, deeper into her pussy than Brad or any of the black boys had ever been.
Gene couldn't help himself but, after filling her pussy with his seed, he pulled his cock out and was delighted to see a strand of semen explode from the end and fly all the way to her face. More kept coming and he aimed it at her breasts and belly. It was the best orgasm of his life and it seemed to last forever.
Gene's cock finally quit spewing sperm and it shrank, stopping at twelve inches, as long as Brad's, but Gene's was still thicker. He caught his breath for a few minutes while watching his sperm liquefy on his wife's body. Incredibly, his new cock was growing again, ready for round two.
Several hours after starting, Gene got up off the bed and looked down at his wife. Sperm was oozing out of her ass and pussy. It covered her body and a large amount was caked on her chin. She had been in a daze since the minute he had penetrated her, and she was staring at nothing with a big grin on her face. He shook his head as he looked down at her. She had put on a few pounds and, even without the sperm covering her, she was starting to look haggard.
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Gene was watering his flowerbed along the side of the house near the moving van parked next door. He had met the new owner earlier. He seemed a nice young man, scrawny and a little wimpy, in Gene's opinion, but still it was nice to have someone moving into Brad and Tiffany's old house.
In the months since his cock had grown, Gene's balls ached a lot as they grew to accommodate his increased sperm production. He had quit wearing underwear to feel more comfortable and he had taken to wearing tight bicycle shorts when in the yard.
He heard the back door open next door and walked along the hedges to say hello to his new neighbor. A beautiful young woman was in the yard wearing a robe. She shyly looked around and, not seeing him, she slipped the robe off her shoulders. She was gorgeous and stacked. The woman was wearing a small bikini that barely covered her firm, full breasts. She turned to open up a lawn chair and Gene saw she was also wearing a thong that showed off her tight ass. Her husband came outside and she seemed embarrassed to be wearing such a small bikini. She almost grabbed her robe, but apparently changed her mind and laid back in the chair.
What a sweet young thing, thought Gene. Her wimp husband probably doesn't satisfy her. A woman like that deserves to experience big cock sex.
Gene felt his cock stiffen a little and adjusted it in his shorts, so that the outline could be seen all the way down his pant leg. He stepped through the hedges and walked over to meet his new neighbor's wife.
THE END
