Brod: Nice Young Man, Part 1
Another Brod story! Sorry the pace has slowed down, but I’m not dead yet! Just busy with work and my other stories. This is the biggest Brod yet, clocking in at over nine thousand words. Old /b/ memes aside, the exact count is 9,357.
If you read the other Brod stories, you know what to expect. If you haven’t, expect an absolutely monstrous dick and balls, cum inflation, generalized seminal deluges, and at least in this story, interracial tones and a marked age difference. You can probably guess from the title that it involves an older woman. Also, these stories tend to involve objectification of characters—male, female, others, and Brod himself.
My stories have never had much to do with reality, and the obvious physiological incongruencies herein are entirely intentional.
Enjoy the story!
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Music. I looked over as I heard “Vagabounce” playing. It was the ringtone Jessica had given herself on my phone. At least I finally knew her last name—her listing no longer said “Jessica from UTB,” but “Jessica M. Diaz.”
By this point, I’d been to her dorm several times to fuck her. On the plus side, she didn’t get jealous when I made my rounds to visit the other ladies I’d met the first time I was there. I’d even gotten introduced to the women on the other floors. If anything, she seemed turned on by my inability to keep my cock out of random ladies.
I smiled and answered the phone. “Hey, Jess.” Fuck, was that girl’s ass just epic! I was picturing it in my head.
Squish. Squish. There was a moist noise, a wet slapping. When she heard it, Jessica asked, “Did I catch you at a bad time, Brod?”
“No, I can talk,” I answered. Glisch. Glisch. There was a stinging-scratch against the flesh of my back
“Okay. Well. So, I was talking to my professor today. My English professor.”
“Well, I may have sort-of-almost set you up on a semi-blind date,” she continued, voice wavering in uncertainty.
I shook my head. “You did what?”
There was a shrill cry, “Oh god, Brod! Brod! Fuck, fuck! Mmmphhaahhh! Auugghh!” Silky flesh clutched my cock. Hot juices splashed my lower belly. Red nails lashed at my shoulders. A mane of blonde hair pressed against my cheek. Her thighs clutched my waist as she came all over me.
Jessica sighed. “Brod, are you fucking?”
“...I might be,” I told her. I grunted as the blonde’s bed frame squeaked and rattled. WHUMP. WHUMP. Her mattress bounced against the wall. It had scooted a foot off her bed while I pounded her womb. My gargantuan cock was bulging her belly out under me. My melon-sized nuts slapped her ass.
“Of course you are,” she sighed. “You’d better not answer the phone while you’re fucking me,” growled Jessica.
“I wouldn’t dare.” I chuckled, panting. The blonde howled.
“Who are you even fucking?” asked Jessica.
“She’s … uh … she’s a sister at. This sorority,” I explained.
“Do you even know her name?”
“...No,” I admitted.
“BROD!” howled the blonde, her pussy clamping onto my cock as she came again.
“She knows yours,” observed Jessica. “What sorority are you at?”
“Um. The one with a green house?” I answered. “I wasn’t paying a lot of attention. I think they had a triforce on the front.”
“Is that what that was?”
Jessica sighed. “Do you want to hear about my teacher or not?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Hold on,” I interrupted. “Just one minute, then I can give you my full attention.”
My swollen nuts tightened up. I felt the familiar pulsing, the contracting of my sack. GLOOORCH. GLOOORCH. I let out a long, loud groan at the ceiling as I began to erupt into the blonde. Heavy bolts of jizz slammed her insides, spreading out, gushing and filling her womb. Liquid heat began to inflate her belly like a balloon, bulging upwards and out, expanding rapidly as I shot wad after wad. SPLURSPLURT.T. She dug her heels and nails into my back as she began to cum again.
White seed splattered around my cock’s thickness as I filled her. Her belly bounced and wobbled, pressing against mine. As the blonde’s eyes fluttered, she became slower, eventually relaxing on the bed, breathing heavily, half-catatonic as I finished my own orgasm. It took a solid minute or two, but finally, I put my hand on her belly and pulled my throbbing erection out of her. SPPPLLUURSCH. Inch after inch exited her, the forward ten inches of my organ painted white. She’d taken a little over half of it. My spunk immediately began to gush from her gaping, stretched-out entrance, feeding into the growing pool on the floor.
I sat in her computer chair, semen rolling down my still-erect cock towards my balls. I could smell the hot, obscene scent of my own cum, combined with the rich, sweet deliciousness of feminine nectar.
“Okay. Okay, I’m done with her.” I said.
“G-great. Mm. Yeah. That sounds good,” panted Jessica.
“...Are you fingering yourself?” I asked.
“...I might be,” she quipped. “I can hear you cumming over the phone. Do you know what that does to me? I’ve heard that up close and inside me!” Jessica groaned. “All that thick Japanese goo! A-anyway. Mmm. I wish you were here!”
“I can be,” I chuckled. “I’m done here.”
“No! I can barely move or think after you fuck me. I have shit to do tomorrow. Let me explain about my teacher.”
“S-so. Mmm. Oh, that was good. Ah, yeah. Okay. My teacher who sometimes critiques my writing, we were having lunch today, and talking about stories and stuff. Then we started talking about this other girl’s writing, and eventually she asked about why that girl, me, and a few other girls missed class on the same day.” Jessica paused. “And I kind of. I let it slip it’s because we were all in the same dorm. And she asks, ‘What do you mean?’ Cause you know. That’s not really an explanation by itself.”
“No, it’s not,” I agreed.
“So I just said ‘it was a guy,’ before I realized what I was saying. And that’s not an explanation either. She’s smart, though. I tried to dodge the question, but she noticed we were all walking funny the day we came back. Finally, I told her about you. And I may have mentioned that you like older women, too.”
“Well, I do,” I confirmed.
The blonde twitched on her bed, moaning as my spunk leaked steadily over the mattress, the frame, and into a growing puddle.
“Yeah. Right. Good. Listen, she’s been having a long dry spell. It’s been tough for her. Basically, we just had a long girl-talk. And what I gathered was that she’d appreciate some male company, but no bullshit at all. Ms. Borgelin gets hit on regularly by the guys in my class,” Jessica explained. “She kind of implied she’d like to hook up with a younger guy. I mean, I think that’s what she was saying. But she doesn’t like how a lot of guys my age are just … jackasses? That’s not how she put it. I don’t know. I think she’d like to meet a nice young man that wouldn’t act like a complete moron. Do you know any?”
I burst out laughing at this. “No, I don’t.”
Jessica was chuckling on the other end. “So can I hook you up with her?”
“Sure, is she hot?”
“Oh, is that the only important thing in a girl besides your dick?” asked Jessica.
“If I’m getting into a relationship based on sex, I have the right to be superficial,” I chuckled.
“I was joking,” she chortled back.
“What does she like to eat?”
“I’d recommend seafood. Maybe sushi? What about the fish place you took me last month?”
I nodded. “Jenny’s? Sounds good. Just get me her address and find out what time she wants to eat. Text me. Any time after about 7 should be good. I think I’ll be ready by then.”
“Great! Don’t make me look bad, Brod. This woman is influencing my GPA. That might not mean a lot to someone who already graduated, but it sure as shit is important to me. Especially if I decide to go for the Master’s.” I could tell she was serious.
“Fine, I won’t whip my dick out and tell her to try the Japanese tubu-steaku. I’ll show your teacher a good time.” I reassured her.
“Good. Now get cleaned up, you look like hell.” She hung up.
I looked down. She was right. I was caked in layers of jizz and completely naked. When I looked into the nearby vanity, I could see that my hair had somehow turned into a blooming onion.
I also had no idea where my clothes were.
I looked around the room’s slimy carpet. Nope, not here.
I walked into the hallway. My sandals were mired in a pool of white spunk. I could barely see them. Okay, got those. I put them on and walked into the next bedroom, my own jizz squishing around my toes. Squelch, squelch went my feet.
One white girl was draped over her bed, ass in the air, jizz leaking down her thighs. Another was slumped into a beanbag, her belly jiggling with every breath. It smelled like perfume and sperm in here. Victory! I found my boxers.
I searched the rest of the bedrooms, sandals smacking slickly through semen as I strolled. I found a couple dozen bloated, leaking girls, but no more clothes. The story was the same on the second floor.
I descended flights of stairs as semen rolled down in waterfalls, making puddles on each step. I walked into the kitchen-mess-hall type area on the first floor. And believe me, “mess hall” was the right name for this place right now. A black girl and a girl who I believe was Chinese were laying on the dining room table, onyx hair saturated with seed. The latter managed a weak wave. I smiled at her. Another black girl was sitting with her ass in the sink, draining cum, barely aware I was in the room. Empty liquor bottles formed a forest wherever there wasn’t a woman recovering.
An Asian girl was laid out on the next counter—I think she was Asian, anyway. I was having trouble telling through the thick layers of spunk rolling down her face, but she had the right cheekbones and complexion. Thick layers of goo rolled down the walls and dripped from the ceiling. It was cascading off the table and onto the chairs. The sink next to the draining girl was completely full of my seed, and I can only assume she’d filled one till it clogged and moved to the next one. One of the sisters was stooped over the full sink, gulping down spunk by the double-handful. She looked up when she heard me, smiled, and kissed my cheek. Her lips left a sticky lip-print. Her red hair was matted to her head and hung in tendrils.
“Thanks for coming to the party, Brod.”
“Any time!” I wasn’t sure what her name was. “You should get some rest.”
She shook her head at me. “What about you? There were like, almost sixty of us, I think!”
“I’m gonna go home and get some sleep once I find my clothes. Have you seen them?”
She pointed over my shoulder. I looked, and saw my shorts draped over an open cabinet door. My car keys jingled when I pulled them down. “Thanks!”
The redhead nodded. “Thank you. That party would have been lame otherwise. Stacy said that the frat guys and ones from campus refuse show up to the same party you’re at. I didn’t believe it! Hah! And we all got wrecked by you. Mm. I won’t forget that tongue or that cock,” she giggled as she affectionately caressed my glans.
I chuckled. “Well, the guys that don’t want to be fucked don’t show up, anyway.”
I nodded. “I fuck whoever’s hot. Boy, girl, herm, you name it.”
The redhead raised both eyebrows. “Huh. Guess you’re too big for one gender to contain.”
“Something like that.” I smiled and squeezed her ass, giving her another kiss on the cheek. “You seen my shirt?”
“I’m gonna look for it.”
In the common area, I found my Cabbage Corp. t-shirt and several pints of semen on the television, as well as half a dozen more ladies laid out and laden with spunk. Four on the couch, one on the coffee table, two in the armchairs, another laying on the rug. Well, not half a dozen, but I was never good at math.
Fortunately, I’ve done this enough times to plan ahead. I pulled on my squishy boxers and walked outside to Sovereign. Yes, I named my car. Bird were chirping, and the crisp morning air was starting to warm up.
I lifted the Escalade’s tailgate and got out the duffel bag I’d put in the back. I went inside and used one of their showers, changing into the fresh clothes and putting the spunk-soaked ones in a plastic bag.
Another twenty minutes, and I was pulling into my garage. I sighed, a placid little smile on my face. I felt … peaceful. I guess. I just felt content. Not horny, maybe a bit hungry. I felt like I was floating around, like my legs were moving me unusually easily. Like everything was fluid.
I knew it wouldn’t last, but it was a unique feeling for a while. It’s nice not to feel horny, but it was pretty inconvenient that it took a whole sorority and about fourteen hours to do it. Thanks to Yara’s training, at this point in my life, it took a lot more than a couple girls to sate my cock.
I went inside, had a snack, and went to bed.
Jessica texted me a few hours later, but I didn’t see it until my alarm woke me up around six. Apparently, Ms. Borgelin wanted to be picked up at 7:30. I went back to sleep for another hour.
I woke up and got dressed. I didn’t want to embarrass Jessica, so I decided I’d dress like a decent human being for once. See, my problem is that, while I can afford custom-cut pants, I don’t like wearing slacks. Or jeans. Or ... any pants, honestly. My slacks had to have this weird pouch-thing in front to contain my gargantuan nuts and cock. You try stuffing a couple of cantaloupes and a summer sausage down your pants right out of the box. I want to know how comfortable it is for you.
Anyway, I shaved and trimmed my fingernails. Made sure I was groomed. I put on a pair of dark grey slacks, a dark purple shirt with silver pinstripes, and an anthracite waistcoat. This was my fairly standard “look like I’m not a college student or homeless” outfit.
A while later, I rolled up to Ms. Borgelin’s address and got out of the Caddy. I walked to the front door and rang the bell. Ding-dong. It was a fairly normal house with a lot of flowers in the front and a well-kept lawn. It was painted a sort of eggshell color.
A few moments later, the door open. There she was. All five feet of her. Ms. Borgelin was a petite thing, but she had some very nice curves. Her breasts were modest, but her hips flared out dramatically under her short empire dress. And forget the little black dress—Ms. Borgelin looked fantastic in purple. It complimented her chestnut complexion and jet-black braids. A pair of glasses with gold frames was perched on her nose. When she looked up at me, her full lips parted in a bright smile.
“Are you Brod?” she asked, right before her eyes went down. “Yup, guess you are.”
“Ms. Borgelin, I presume. Jessica said this was a blind date on my end, but I can safely say I’m very glad that I’m not blind,” I chuckled.
She smirked up at me. “Estelle, please.” She followed me as I waved her towards Sovereign. I’d turned the underbody lighting off—I figured I’d keep it somewhat classy, even though the Escalade was still murdered out and obviously modified. Estelle spoke as her heels clicked down the path, “I must say, Brod, I’m a bit surprised. Jessica insinuated that you have the fashionable trappings of a vagrant.”
I liked her voice. It wasn’t what I had expected with her small frame. It was a dark, husky sort of voice. The kind that made the hairs on your neck stand up when it purred in your ear. I laughed. “She’s just never seen me when I feel like looking decent. And all she told me was that you were her English teacher. I have to wonder. Am I a bribe?”
She chuckled. “You might be. Do I look corrupt to you?”
“Only a little,” I said. I opened the door and offered her my hand, but she ignored it and stepped up herself.
“Did you lift your Escalade?” she asked.
“Just a little, I wanted fatter tires so I could go offroad better.”
Estelle raised an eyebrow. “You bought an Escalade to offroad?”
“No, I bought it because it’s big and roomy and nice. I carry around a lot of people sometimes. But I like having the option to jump medians or drive in the grass if I need to.”
“At least they aren’t donk rims,” she chuckled.
“Yeah, none of that,” I agreed. I went to the driver’s seat.
A few minutes later, we were on the highway.
“I don’t mean to be brash, but I have to say, you’re even bigger than Jessica said,” Estelle told me, looking down at the hugely distended bulge taking up most of my lap. The custom-cut slacks didn’t allow me a lot of freedom.
“She was telling you about my cock?” I asked incredulously.
“Well, the way she put it to me was that it was something I should know about if this date went beyond dinner. And you are enormous! I don’t mean to sound bigoted, but I had no idea that Asians could get so big.”
I shrugged. “This one does. And I don’t care, most people just say something like, ‘Holy shit, when did Chinese get so huge?!’ ‘Are you related to Yao Ming?’ I’m not even Chinese! Hell, a lot of people refuse to believe that I’m even Asian. That when I talkey rike this! Make-a many accent! Havey good accent, then I Asian enough!”
She issued a charming chortle. “Fair enough, I suppose. My family’s Haitian, but I get called all kinds of things myself.”
“Well, Jamaican, or African is the main one. Not even a specific country. Because, as you know, Africa is just one contiguous, massive country,” she explained.
I chuckled. “Oh, right.”
She nodded. “Not to deny that I can trace my heritage to some part of it. Honestly, I don’t mind all that much. It’s just a bit disconcerting to hear, is all. I’m sure it’s the same with you.”
“Yeah, it happens to me too.” I shrugged. “I get accused of being African all the time.”
A bit later, I was handing the valet my car keys. I slipped him a ten. Jennifer’s Fishery was a regular place of mine. Most of the locals just called it “Jenny’s.” We walked through the heavy, portholed door.
Flatware clinked against plates, and a general murmur reached our ears. We could smell the heady aroma of the food. The lighting was comfortable and the walls were wood, decorated with a lot of old maritime gear.
My heavy, bouncing bulge lead Estelle and I into the restaurant. I smiled at the hostess. Marcy knew me well.
“Do you want to sit outside?” asked Marcy.
I looked at Estelle. “Where would you like to sit? They have a bay view at the tables outside.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” she answered, taking a slow look around. “You know I’ve never been in here before, as long as I’ve lived in the bay area?”
“That’s a shame, they have some really good food,” I commented as Marcy lead us to the deck out back. My hand unconsciously fell to Estelle’s waist as I escorted her. If she minded, she didn’t give any sign. If anything, she seemed to grin a bit at this.
I sat down at the little square table with my back to the bay so that she could see the water. Marcy left and our waitress showed up to take our drink orders. A moment later, she was back with a glass of pinot noir for Estelle and a pint of hefeweissen for me. “Do you need another moment?” asked the waitress.
“Please,” I told her. She left again.
We began browsing our menus. “And what do you recommend here?” asked the teacher.
“If you want an appetizer, we should get a plate of calamari. It’s really good here. If you’re into Spanish food, they do a good paella. And you can’t really go wrong if you get the fish of the day blackened or grilled.”
“Oooh. I want some blackened fish, then. I can’t resist decent Cajun.”
“Yeah, it’s good here,” I confirmed.
“So, now that that’s settled.” She closed her menu. “Jessica told me to ask you what your job was, but she wouldn’t give me any hints as to what it was.”
“Oh, uh, that,” I said with a chuckle. Not that I was embarrassed, it was more the fact that people tend to look down upon professions having to do with sex and I didn’t want to embarrass Jessica. Then again, if Jessica was the one advertising it … I suppose it couldn’t hurt.
I heard a hushed murmuring and looked over to see our waitress talking with another waitress. I recognized the latter, her name was Gabrielle. They were pointing, and I saw our waitress lean down as if looking under our table. Finally, ours came over. She was a tall girl with jet-black hair. Judging by her face, she was probably central-American of some kind. While she was slender and didn’t have an especially large ass or bust, her legs went on for quite a distance and looked nicely toned. “Hello. Are you Brod?” she asked.
I nodded and smiled up at her. “That’s me. I’ve never seen you here before, are you new?”
She smiled and held her notepad to her chest with both hands, wiggling back and forth a little. “Ah, I’ve heard of you. I just wondered. Oh! Yes, I started last month,” she answered.
“It’s a nice place, you’ll make some good tips here…,” I looked at her nametag. “...Ines.” With her accent, eliminating Cuban or Mexican was easy. She was probably central or south American. Then again, I could have been completely off base. It wouldn’t have be the first time.
“Thanks. But … uh. Marcy and Gabrielle were telling me. Is it true that you fucked all the girls in Reynolds Hall at UTB in one night?”
I furrowed my brow as I stared at her. “I’m on a date, I’m not sure that’s really appropriate.”
“No, please, answer the girl. Now I’m curious as well,” countered Estelle as she leaned in with a Cheshire cat grin.
I chuckled. “That’s not entirely true. Some of them didn’t want to fuck, and it took me all weekend.”
Estelle … she bit her lower lip, to my surprise.
Ines covered her mouth with her notepad and gasped, “Dios mio….” She scribbled furiously at the pad and handed me her phone number before walking away.
She got about ten feet before Gabrielle pointed her finger at us. Ines turned on her heel and came back, blushing furiously.
Ines gave a nervous giggle before managing to speak, “Sorry, I uh. What do you want to eat?”
“What’s the fish today?”
“That, blackened. Grilled green-beans,” I answered.
“Okay. And you, miss?” she asked, turning to Estelle.
“Blackened grouper, as well. Except I would like the rice pilaf, please,” she answered.
Ines nodded and wrote it all down. “Bien. I’ll be back with your drinks.”
I held up my frosty pint.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m. Cómo se dice. Flustered.” With her accent, it sounded a bit like “flawstered.”
“Flustered about what? We’re just having a conversation,” chuckled Estelle, leaning forward on the table and running a painted fingernail up the side of her glass.
“Well, you know…,” offered Ines.
I smirked up at her. “You’re blushing.”
“We were talking about … you know!” Ines covered her mouth with the notepad again. “Sex,” She whispered, reddening further.
“You brought it up,” said Estelle. “And what’s crossing your mind now, hmm? Visions of being stretched and violated by a phallus bigger than your arm?”
Ines shook her head. “Aye … no. Yes.”
I stared at Estelle for a long moment before chuckling. I wonder if Jessica knew about this side of her? “Maybe I should just bend you over this table and fuck you. Give everyone a dinner show. Pull down those slacks, show you what the girls at Reynolds Hall got,” I growled.
Estelle looked at me and licked her lips before looking at Ines.
“I … I. I have to go,” she squeaked before wandering off.
Estelle and I looked at each other and shared a devilish grin. “I think we crashed her,” she said.
“I hope not, I want to eat.”
“Mm. I suppose Jessica wasn’t exaggerating when she told me what you did in her dorm, was she?”
“What did she tell you?” I asked.
“That a couple years ago you and that monster of yours had your way with just about every girl on her floor. That it reeked of semen and unadulterated sex for weeks. That most of those girls were too full of your seed to even move the next day,” she purred.
“That’s right,” I chuckled. “After I fucked Jessica, I was still horny, so I plowed my way through.”
I felt something touching my bulge. A pressure, pressing, caressing it. I realized that she was rubbing my balls with her feet. She gave me a toothy grin.
“So what’s this job she told me about?” she asked. Her toes pushed against my fat organ.
“I’m a fertility specialist.”
“Could you elaborate, perhaps?” asked Estelle, her soles caressing and massaging my melon-sized nuts. It was a very nice feeling. I felt my cock starting to shift, and spread my legs to give her more room.
“A few times a year, I travel somewhere. Usually Japan or China. Women, families. They pay me to impregnate them. I usually do it the old-fashioned way,” I chuckled.
Estelle sighed. “Mm. So you breed for a living. Do you make house calls?”
“No, my … I guess you could call her a sales agent? I don’t know. She lines up a bunch of women, and when there’s enough, I fly out there. Rent a penthouse or some nice suite. And the women come there. And basically, it’s just a non-stop line. A woman comes in, I pound her womb and make her cum her head off, then I finish the ‘treatment’ by pumping a few gallons of spunk into her belly. On to the next. Usually 15-20 minutes each,” I explained.
“Only Japan and China?” she asked.
“Nah, I’ve done trips to Korea, the Philippines, Vietnam. Most of Asia. We go to South America and Scandinavia fairly regularly, just not as often as Asia since people usually want kids that look like them. Not everyone cares, though. Hell, the babies I make with Latinas look Mestizo most of the time, that way they can just tell people there was some Mestizo ancestor in their history.”
Estelle drew in a sharp breath. “You’re going to change the genetic makeup of the world, Brod. You said most people want kids that look like them. I would have assumed that would be everyone. Where’s the disparity?”
“Oh. Well, some people just want to know they’re going to get a kid with my superior capabilities,” I chuckled. “They want a boy with a big ol’ flopping dick that dad gets to claim he fathered. Some people seriously think I’m blessed by one deity or another and want a piece of that. Others just think it’s lucky and/or look at it more like. Uh. Objectively? Like, I want my kid to have the best, and the biggest is the best. You know, my agent told me she’s been getting inquiries from Arab royalty? Which honestly is kind of crazy.”
Estelle made a low groan in her throat. Her toes dug into my balls. “Mmm! Brod, you are a bona fide stud! We had bulls that didn’t serve as many as you. My, my, that’s so much more interesting than what I thought you did,” she said.
“What did you think I did?”
“Jessica just told me that you traveled a lot and helped families. I thought you worked in charity or adoptions, or something of that nature. Not that their work isn’t important, but it’s not as … dare I say, sexy as this?” she explained. “Right now, I almost wish I was interested in having more children.”
I gave a deep chuckle. That was when our food showed up, steaming plates held in each of Ines’s hands. We let her go on her way this time, but not without a pair of dirty looks.
“So is this how professional you are with your students?” I asked her.
The subtle lines about her eyes crinkled as she grinned. “Why? Were you thinking of studying under me?”
“I think I could learn a lot under you,” I chuckled.
We kept bantering like this for a while, but the conversation eventually turned more serious when we began discussing the educational systems of Asia versus those of America and Scandinavia, then somehow we started talking about kitchen appliances. She was really interested in my blender for some reason.
My fork clinked as I put it down amidst the crumbs of a generous helping of pecan pie a la mode. Estelle put hers down next to mine. It was nearly nine at this point.
When Ines returned with the check, Estelle tried to grab it.
I shook my head. “What are you doing?”
“I’m a grown woman, dear, I can take care of it,” she said.
“What’s your point? I’m a grown man.”
“Tu creció bastante bien,” Ines muttered.
Estelle smirked at me. “I’m old enough to be your mother.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m the one taking you out,” I insisted.
She gave me one of those deep chuckles. “Jessica is the one who introduced us, Brod. Out of the blue at my request, I might add. You didn’t ask for this, I did. So as far as I’m concerned, this is not your responsibility.” She winked. “You can make it up by giving me the real dessert.” Her full lips curled into a devilish little grin.
Ines kept standing there, wiggling with uncertainty. She bit her lower lip as her cheeks flushed again.
Finally, I shrugged. “Alright, then.” We both handed over our credit cards.
It wasn’t long before we were back outside. Within seconds, Sovereign was back in front of me, and another ten was in the valet’s hand. These guys knew to keep my car in the front. The valets opened the doors, we got in, and we were away.
Once we were on the road, Estelle reached over and put her hand in my lap. I smiled at her. She started to trace a circle on my right nut through the cloth. Then she put her whole palm on it and began to caress it through the cloth. “They’re quite heavy, aren’t they?”
“Seven pounds each,” I answered.
That hand moved up and squeezed the outline of my fat, flaccid organ. “And this?”
I grinned. “Five soft, eleven hard.”
“Quite an increase,” she commented.
“Geometry or something,” I explained.
“What if I don’t believe you?” she asked. “None of my exes have ever doubled in size upon erection.”
“A small increase of diameter is a big increase in volume,” I explained. “You could find out yourself, you know. You’re pretty forward,” I chortled.
“We both knew where this was going,” she chuckled. “I’m not sitting here because I want a new husband.” Estelle leaned over and daintily plucked at the tab of my zipper before pulling it down. “I take it these pants are bespoke? Or are you secretly a tailor?”
“I wish. You’re right, I got them made,” I confirmed.
“It must have taken a talented tailor,” she said, taking a second to trace the seams running over the outlines of my bulge. I let out a low growling. I was enjoying this. Then again, what guy wouldn’t? Well, the guys that are interested in ladies, anyway.
Zzziiip. The metal teeth parted, and Estelle made a low growling noise as she leaned over the central console.
Whoosh. Whoosh. We passed cars on either side. I changed lanes to get in the middle of the highway. I slowed down some.
Purple-painted fingernails pulled the cloth apart, exposing the cloth of my boxers. “Jessica said you usually go commando,” she commented.
“What kind of a conversation were you even having?” I asked.
“Simply put, I was lamenting my inability to quench my libido.”
“I can’t see how a woman like you would have a problem with that. Look at you.”
“It’s not so much the ability to indulge my passions as it is dealing with the aftermath,” she said. I felt her fingernails slip into my pants, caressing my heavy organ. “Oh my, it’s warm,” she cooed.
“What do you mean?” I asked, relaxing and spreading my legs slightly.
She undid the button on my boxers. “I get hit on a lot by my students. But most college-aged young men are, how shall we say? Idiots? I love to teach them language, not deal with their peacocking or pretension in a carnal context. They’re used to dealing with ladies that are more easily manipulated. Then they try to spit game at Estelle? Not that it’s the fault of the younger ladies, of course. And I even have a difficult time blaming the boys. I have been twenty before.”
“I get you. And what about men your own age?” I asked.
“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to mention a lady’s age?” she asked, looking up and rolling her eyes. Her fingers wrapped around my heavy girth. “A lot of men my age are desperate to start a family, or otherwise just plain desperate. And/or horny, of course. Driving around in used V6 Mustangs with one hand on their combovers. I’m sure there’s men more like you around, but I haven’t met them yet.”
“ ‘Like me?’ “
“You deal primarily in one thing. Sex. Fucking,” she spat. Her plump lips curled about and caressing the word. I don’t know how, but she made it sound so … vulgar. Even more so than usual! And that deep, dark voice of hers. It stroked me the way her fingers did. “You’re an instinctual creature. Much more primal. Elemental. You know what you want, you’re honest, and you don’t have ridiculous expectations.”
I really was not sure what to say to this. I almost felt as if it was a backhanded compliment, but not really. “Thanks?”
I heard a low purring come from her chest as she began to ease my organ out. Except it wouldn’t come out due to its sheer bulk. “My, your cock is stubborn,” she commented. Estelle leaned across the central console, perking her ass up in the passenger window as she used both hands to wrestle my cock out.
“Mmm,” I hummed, feeling all ten fingers caressing, stroking, pulling. The gentle scratch of probing fingernails against hot, sensitive skin. The delicate caress … then the strong pull. Finally, flump! My foot-plus of flaccid cock, roughly the size of her forearm if not a bit thicker, flopped out across my lap.
“Mezanmi!” she gasped. Then she looked up and said, “My dear Brod, words do not do your endowment justice.”
“Wait till it gets hard,” I chuckled.
“That’ll be soon.” I felt her hot breath against the skin. Silky hands caressed hot skin as she lifted it from my lap. Moist lips kissed the tennis-ball-sized dome, and the hot tip of a tongue teased its mouth. I heard a low cooing, a wet smacking as she kissed it under the head, sucking at the little spot just under the glans. Then she gently bit it. One hand held the tip near her, the other pumped up and down the shaft. Damn, did that feel good. I gave her a long groan.
My cock responded immediately, its surface heating up further as it began swelling in front of her. Estelle used her thumb to massage the spot under the glans while her other hand pumped its length, her lips brushing over its head as she kissed it. “It is immense!” she breathed, her words palpable against my shaft.
“Heh. You ever seen one this big?” I chuckled.
“I teach the art of language, not zookeeping or marine biology,” she quipped.
I laughed. “I gotta say, that’s one big dick joke I haven’t heard.”
“I’m sure you’re going to hear quite a lot from me tonight,” she growled, looking up past the rims of her glasses.
“Better get back to work, then,” I chuckled, putting my hand on her head and pushing it back towards my growing organ, feeling the soft texture of her braids against my hand.
Estelle wrapped her lips around as much of the dome as she could, groaning as she used both hands to pump it. As it swelled, she was able to straighten up more and more, shifting with its length until she was leaning in at an angle with my cock diagonally across the center console. it had reached its full half-yard-plus stature, rivalling the thickness of her legs.
The teacher couldn’t wrap her hands around my girth. Even both, with fingers stretched, could not wrap around and touch on both sides. “I’m honestly not even sure what to do with a cock this big,“ she admitted. “None of my exes were nearly as big as you flaccid.”
“You’ll figure it out. It’s feeling damn good so far,” I chuckled. “I mean, it’s still a cock. Just a really big cock.”
“Much in the way that a sequoia is just a plant,” she replied. I loved the feeling of her husky purr, resonating deliciously against my cock. Shining marbles of precum bubbled forth from the tip and rolled down its belly, bursting when they hit her fingers and slicking them over. Schlick-schluck. Schlick-schluck. Her hands, thus lubricated, began pumping up and down the length of my monstrous organ. My cock was so enormous that she had to move her entire body up and down and put her back into it to get her hands from the base all the way to the head. I could feel my own slick fluids rolling down into my pants and soaking the underwear.
Estelle moaned as she began to lap at the tip, licking up the syrup and slurping loudly at it. “Mmm! Slurp. Slurp.” It was so lewd listening to her. Her braids brushed against my cock as her head bobbed. I felt something cool and hard poke my organ’s skin. I realized, from experience, that she’d likely been wearing a necklace with a pendant of some kind that was now bouncing against the torrid skin.
I guided the Caddy towards the exit and got off the highway. We were now rolling on the surface streets—at least until I came to a red light. Cars halted on either side. One was a truck high enough for the driver to easily see into our window should he look over. But Estelle kept going, moaning as she began pumping me more vigorously. The car rocked subtly with her eager motions. My viscous pre rolled down her chin and neck, down into the valley of her cleavage, soaking her dress in the front.
We were moving again. Cars, and even an eighteen wheeler rolled past, all of them oblivious. As I turned another corner, I had to slow down as we began rolling through a residential area. People were out walking, and a trio of bicyclists adorned with flashing lights passed by. I grinned. My cock was so enormous that there would be no hiding it behind the door if anyone had bothered to look.
I sighed as I felt her hot tongue dipping into my cock’s tip, hard teeth brushing its flesh, soft lips kissing it as she moaned. I grunted as I felt her tongue slip inside the tip. “Oh, yeah, mmph!” I rumbled. I loved that feeling. It’s one most guys will never get to experience … I’m lucky since my cock is so large it can be Frenched.
“Schlurp. Schlurk. Gluck. Gluck. Mmm. Mmm!” she moaned as she drank down the hot precum. The car was starting to fill with the scent of sex. I’ve become very good at smelling when women are aroused … and she must have been drenching the leather. I hoped that the seat’s ventilation systems would be fine! “Brod,” she moaned.
“Estelle,” I replied. We turned onto her street.
“Brod, would it offend you if I. Shall we say. Emphasize our heritage?” she asked. Schlick. Schlick. Her hands kept pumping up and down my length.
“What do you mean?” I asked. Her neighbors were sitting in the front of their house, watching the cars drive by. I pulled into her driveway. Welp, this could get awkward. I turned the car off.
The teacher’s grip tightened on my slick, fleshy tower. I could hear my precum dripping onto the floor mat. I was frequently glad I’d paid for those all-weather mats. “I mean that I want you to devastate my dripping black pussy with this deliciously cartoonish Asian cock. I want you to make me a chocolate-banana split,” she purred. Her plush lips molded around each word, coating them with rich luridness.
I grinned. My hand rubbed down her back, and I gripped a handful of her pliable bubble butt. I could feel how moist the cloth under her was. “I’m planning to wreck that womb of yours,” I said. Then I shook my head and frowned. “But the thing is. What are the limits here? I’m not sure how comfortable I am acting racist,” I explained.
Her hands paused midway up my shaft. “Oh, dear, no! Padon. Sorry. I’m not asking you to use slurs or anything of that nature. I just wanted to be sure you’d be alright with me saying things like what I just did. You have to admit, this is … mmmmph!” She began to pump my cock again. I sighed and relaxed. The teacher kept talking, her voice rising in pitch and her hands speeding up. Schlick-schlick-schlick! “The contrast between us! Your golden skin, my own obsidian. Your strength and size, that … siege engine between your legs! My small frame. I want you to make sure that I know how much bigger than me you are. Ravage me like you did all those lucky little sluts in Jessica’s dorm! ”
“Oh,” I grunted in realization. My powerful hand pulled her closer to me. I could smell her skin. I ran my tongue up her cheek and bit gently at her ear. She gasped and trembled slightly. “I’ll treat you like I do all those horny little co-eds. So many pussies, all used to satisfy my cock’s insatiable appetite.”
I leaned in closer. “I’m gonna crush that coffee-colored cunt with my colossal cock.”
“Nice alliteration,” she purred. Schlick-schluck. Schlick-schluck. Hot precum spattered onto my dashboard as she eagerly stroked me.
“Make you feel like a virgin. Stretch out your cunt so you can’t walk. I’m gonna treat you the way none of your exes could. Look at all this cock. Feel how your hands can’t get around it? I’m gonna shove this thing into your tight little body and use it like a toy. I’m gonna force you to take this thing deep in your womb.”
She ran her tongue up the massive rod. “Come on! I can’t take this. Do you have something to cover your cock with?”
I looked around the cabin. I reached under the seat. My windbreaker was missing. “Reach under your seat,” I told Estelle.
She reluctantly released my cock and did as I asked. Her hands emerged with an umbrella. “Um.”
“Well that’s not very helpful. Oh well. Give it here.”
She handed it over. I opened the umbrella while the door was still closed. Tremendously awkward … but I managed to do so once I leaned my head all the way back. Then I opened the door and stepped out, holding the umbrella sideways to hide my shame.
Estelle’s neighbors looked up as I got out of the car and closed the door. We were dimly lit, as were they. But not so dim that my bouncing behemoth would be invisible. Estelle came around to my side of the Caddy.
“You expecting rain?” hollered the husband.
“It’s broken,” I called back.
Estelle came up to me and put her hand back on my cock. She began to stroke it behind the umbrella, waving with her other hand. “Bonjou, Clark. Betty.”
“Hello there, Ms. Borgelin!” called the wife. “You’d better treat her well, young man!”
“I will!” I called. Splat. Precum hit the driveway.
Estelle waved a final time and lead me up to her front door by my cock, one hand gripping it just behind the glans. We hustled inside. “I can’t believe that worked,” she muttered as she turned on on the lights and locked the door.
I barely even had time for the interior of her house to register. “Come on!” she said. We stumbled into the kitchen. She pulled up her dress and wiggled her hips. Her panties fell to the floor. She kicked them aside. Her keys jingled against the granite countertop. The teacher hiked her dress up and looked back at me, need plain in her eyes, lower lip held by her teeth.
I grabbed my cock halfway up, one hand rubbing in circles over her ass cheek, a gorgeous globe of dark-oak-colored flesh. I could see the glistening lines drawn down her inner thighs by her dripping arousal. It rolled down over taut calves to her heels. My own pouring juices began to mix with them as I began to tease the dark lips of her pussy open with the blunt, grapefruit-sized tip of my member.
She looked back again, as if unsure what I was doing. “What are you waiting for?”
“How badly do you need my cock right now?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how badly you wanna get fucked, Ms. Borgelin.”
“Dammit, Brod! Ugh! Please, please, I need that giant thing inside me! Fuck me over my counter! I’m your personal slut tonight! I’m the only one who made me cum all year!” she panted. “Induct me into your harem! Initiate my body! Show me what you do with all those nubile little sluts I teach!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I chuckled before pulling her backwards.
Pussy lips were pulled apart, stretched like latex around my gigantic glans. She slammed her hips back, I shoved my monstrous organ forward. Schl-pop!
“Aaauuugh! Fuck!” she cried as my cock’s crown stretched her out. I felt pressure as her cunt got even tighter. Estelle’s whole body shuddered. Splisch! Boiling-hot juices sprayed around my cock’s girth and dripped down her legs. The silky tunnel massaged my glans.
“We aren’t even getting started, Ms. Borgelin,” I chuckled.
“Fout myed. Ugh. You Japanese bastard.” she stuttered. “Give me more!”
I didn’t answer her. I gripped her hips and began to rock my own, grunting as my cock’s enormous head began to grind inside her, helping to loosen her up. The walls of her pussy began to yield to me. The seal trapped all my pre inside her nicely. I poured cupfuls of the steaming-hot slickness deep into her body, helping lubricate the way—not that she wasn’t already drenched even before I’d touched her.
I began to pump my cock harder, rocking her entire body. I pushed her forward, scooting her higher up onto the counter. Her heels left the tiles. My fingers dug into her waist as I held her steady. Her breasts and stomach pressed against the counter as she arced her head back, letting out a long moan in the direction of her living room. Her braids piled under her head, swinging back and forth as I fucked her, feeling the welcoming embrace of her silky flesh.
Glisch. Glisch. Glisch. Such lewd sounds. I sank deeper, deeper, inch by agonizing inch. As I began to thrust faster, her toes lifted from the floor. She let out another groan. The delicate cloth of her dress hung down, tickling the surface of my cock, soaking and darkening with precum, brushing the hot curves of my gigantic, pendulous nuts. They swung, slapping my own legs loudly as I forced her body to take more and more.
I looked down. Her obsidian lips were stretched ludicrously around my girthy golden rod, the inner lips fiery red, clinging to an absurd member thicker than her calf. Estelle reached forward and gripped the far side of the counter as she bounced on the cool stone. I could see us reflected in the glass of the little window over the sink. Squilsch, squilsch , squilsch. A steamy slurry of combined precum and cunt juice splattered around my cock’s massive girth as I pounded her pussy. Droplets splashed against me, soaking into my vest and pants.
Estelle moaned with every thrust, “Mmm. Oooh. Auugh! Brod!” A good seven inches of cock was buried inside her heat by now, and I knew that if she was face up, we’d both be seeing my massiveness tenting out the purple dress. Shriiip! I heard the sound of cloth tearing, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It could have been either of our outfits. But at this point, neither of us really cared.
One of my hands slipped under her thigh, holding her leg in the air. My other hand wrapped around the side of her face, pressing her cheek against the hard counter. I began to piston into her with more fervor, especially when I felt the familiar impact against the very tip of my cock. Whump. Whump. Whump. Her whole body began to shudder, and her lips curled around a long wail as I hit her cervix.
She twitched around my cock, her cunt once again trying to strangle it. I didn’t stop fucking her despite her pussy’s resistance. Even as she came, her toes curling in her open shoes, I pounded her body, determined to bury my organ in her womb. Sploosch! More hot juices gushed around my cock as she came, this time in waves. Sploosch. Sploosch. Then, abruptly, her cervix dilated, and I lurched forward, shoving her further along the counter. My cock stretched out her most sacred depths in an instant, the gargantuan head filling it with pounds of flesh. The soft, elastic chamber embraced my crown with delicious pressure and pent-up heat.
And she was still cumming! Estelle made a strange, choked sound. “Ugh. Mmrrkh. Mmrrkh.” She seemed fine, though. My hips bucked as I pounded her womb, her ass jiggling and slapping me invisibly under the dress. Shrrk. Shriiip! More tearing sounds that I ignored.
My melon-sized nuts slapped against her thigh, then against mine, swinging back and forth as shining droplets of our mixed juices rained down upon my sack and both of our legs. A puddle grew below, creeping around my oxfords. Orbs of fuck-juice rolled off my shoes, splashes of sex soaked my slacks.
“I want you to see something,” I told her.
“Muuuhhh,” she groaned.
I chuckled. She usually had so much to say! I pulled her off the counter, but didn’t release her from my cock. A good ten inches, maybe a foot were buried inside the woman’s body. I held her vertically, wrapping one of my thick arms around her chest and balancing her there, mounted atop my cock. I walked into the living room I’d glimpsed.
My cock pulsed intensely inside her. Every step I took sent a jolt of force up my cock that made her shudder. The crown was already against her womb, there was no more room to use. Everything after this was just stretching her even more! A mewl escaped the teacher’s lips as the motion made that happen. I felt a bit more of my organ sinking into her torrid depths. I felt her thighs pressing against my nuts and rubbing the hand-widths of cock not inside her.
I stopped in front of the broad glass door leading onto her patio. Right now, with the blackness outside and the light inside, it was a mirror, and she could see how her dress was turned into a purple tent by the sheer bulk of my cock. She saw how her toes dangled above the floor. There was no word from her, but she reached back with her hands and clutched at the back of my head.
I used my free hand to hike up her dress. Her eyes grew enormous behind her glasses as she saw what her pussy looked like. “Look what I did to your cunt.” Dark lips stretched out around honey-tanned skin, my fleshy fuckrod showing sharply against her sweat and sex-slick thighs. She could see the pulsing of the thick veins powering the monster lodged inside her body. The teacher bit her lip as her eye ran over the thick arm holding her in place, admiring how much wider I was than her. Admiring how obviously distended her pussy and belly were. Then she began to shudder and twitch again, her eyes rolling back as she came violently. Sploosch! Sploosch!
The juices poured past my balls and down my legs, her pussy rhythmically squeezing and releasing as she came. I could feel my heavy nuts tightening. I saw no reason to hold back. I sat down on the chaise lounge attached to her sectional. I turned my head to the side, still able to see the reflection, now in profile. Estelle was still mounted on my towering organ, her legs supported by the furniture.
As Estelle kept orgasming, I groaned, feeling the rumbling deep in my balls. I felt the tightening, felt the sensation of my cock swelling slightly in girth. I both felt and heard the massive column of spunk stretching out its throat and blasting into the teacher’s body … GLOOOOORCH! I could see it as her belly began to swell in the improvised mirror. SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT! White began to gush around my cock’s thickness, pearly rivulets that rolled down to my balls, covering my slacks, soaking everything. Semen sprayed onto the couch, rolling across the leather.
Shrrkkk. Another mystery tearing. I could feel my own heat swirling madly around my organ as I emptied my balls, the lovely sensation of liters and liters of my own sperm raging like a storm. I noticed the teacher’s eyes blearily refocusing. I grabbed Estelle’s head and turned it to the side. She let out another howl as she saw how big she was growing, belly spilling over her lap.
“Mmmf! Aaauugh!” She began to convulse through another messy orgasm.
SCHHRRIIPP! The purple cloth over her back split in half and pulled in front of her, abruptly exposing her upper body and the fact that she had worn no bra. Slap! her belly smacked and bounced against her legs, filling her lap as she filled mine. It took me a moment to realize what had happened … the dress just couldn’t keep up with her belly!
Semen rolled down, forming a pool atop the leather between my legs and creeping along till it dripped down the front of the couch. Soon, she looked like she had a yoga ball in her belly.
Splurt. Splurt. I felt my balls finally release the last dregs of my load. I sighed in satisfaction, sinking into the chaise. Estelle rolled forward and collapsed atop her belly. But she did manage to look back over her shoulder and say, “Mmmgh. Call. Jessica.”
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