Daddy's Home Ch. 7

Ch. 7; The Faithful One

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Greetings, my faithful readers! It's finally out, the full version of chapter 7! It's been a while since I posted a full chapter, but hopefully you won't hold that against me, and I hope you enjoy it! I know some people have definitely been looking forward to seeing this chapter, and I like to think their faith and support's gonna pay off.
As always, I'm amazed by all the support of my work. Daddy's Home actually managed to break into Hentai Foundry's top 10 popular stories, which is kinda mind-blowing. [redacted]Thanks for reading!
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Richard emerged from his daughter’s bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.

Something strange was going on. And while he couldn’t say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly ‘normal’, that wasn’t what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He’d cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He’d out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He’d been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were… revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn’t weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this… vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he’d come in Anna, he wasn’t even starting to soften between rounds.



He was still pondering this mysterious, though welcome, development, when he heard a voice from downstairs, an almost-shouted whisper he couldn’t quite make out. Curiously, he padded over to the top of the stairs, looking out over the living room. From this position, he could see diamond’s ponytail of tiny braids swaying behind her as she lounged on the couch, her back against the arm nearest him, and a phone pressed to her ear. He couldn’t see her face, but judging by her angry, almost hissing half-whispers, he could imagine the expression pretty well.

“Are you serious!?” she demanded, incredulously. 
“More important that your girlfriend, huh?” She asked, not leaving much option.
“So, you’re going with ‘yes’.” She commented dryly.
Her voice went smoky. “Why don’t you just tell them your girlfriend just begged you to come fuck her like a bitch in heat, that she need your long, thick, chocolate dick inside her right this second.” She purred, lustily.
One hand slid down between her soft, ebony thighs, and she squirmed. “Come on, Martin. I can’t wait… I’m touching myself right now. I need it now, baby, I need something inside me…” 
She gave a giggle, a sound Rich had never heard her make before. “Mmm, then all you have to do is come over and let me take care of it. Hurry baby, I need something big, hot, and hard…” She cooed.
She gave a disappointed whimper, her tone suddenly sounding almost… frightened. “No, no, baby, please, don’t go! I need it, I need it now, I won’t be able to stop…” She implored, nearly begging.
“That’s not enough, I- DAMMIT!” She suddenly cursed, her arm suddenly tearing the phone away from her ear and whipping it across the room, where it landed in an armchair with a forceful thump.

She seethed in her seat for a long moment, shoulders stiff with anger. Rich was about to give the girl a wide berth for a few minutes, when he saw one shoulder begin to roll slowly. She shifted on the couch, leaning back a little further against the arm, and he saw one shoe drop off the couch to the floor. Her arm began to move a little more vigorously, rich leaned over the railing a bit, listening closely. 

He could hear her muttering softly to herself, anger in her voice. “Fucking idiot… Goddamn… stupid jock… ‘semifinals’...” she spat, shoulder starting to roll faster now. There was a moment of silence before her next outburst. “It’s… It’s his fault.” She said, more quietly, slightly unsure. “His fault for… not taking care of me. I’m his girlfriend. He should be here... “ She continued, still sounding somewhat unconvinced.  “I have... needs. If he can’t handle them… It’s his fault. I just… need. Not my fault. It’s natural.” She elaborated, more confidently. “Not my fault… If something happens. His fault. I… I just need it… Natural.” she nodded to herself, her shoulder suddenly moving with even more enthusiasm. “Ohh, fuck , this is all so wrong… God, those moans…” She whimpered softly, her head rolling back against the arm of the couch, eyes squeezed tight as her entire body began to squirm.   

Rich’s eyes roamed over the ebony body on the couch below, her new position showing off her figure, her heaving breasts, her tight little abs, the hand desperately stuffed into her short-shorts for relief… His cock throbbed, fully hard once more. It wanted her. He wanted her. But something in the back of his mind held him back. No… not yet. She would be ready for him soon, but he couldn’t make a move just yet. Instead, he pulled back from the top of the stairs, to his den’s door, and opened it, then shut it louder than strictly necessary. He heard a sudden scrambling from down below, and smirked. When he arrived at the top of the stairs once more, Diamond was casually lounging on the couch, watching TV. He grinned.

He was still entirely naked as he descended the stairs, his powerful muscles gleaming with the last of his remaining sweat, his rock-hard monolithic cock jutting proudly from his hips, swaying as he walked down the stairs. He glanced up, seeming noticing Diamond for the first time. “Ah, hello, Diamond.” He greeted with a pleasant tone. “What are you watching?” He asked, casually.

Diamond didn’t look over at first, merely giving a grunt of acknowledgement to the greeting. When he asked what she was watching, she paused for a moment. “Uh, just some stupid sitcom…” She replied, glancing back over her shoulder toward him, her words suddenly dropping off as she saw his nudity in all its splendor. Her eyes gravitated to his pulsing prick instantly, and he saw them widen. There was a long pause before she managed to speak again, tearing her eyes off it to look back to the TV. “...Did you forget something?” She inquired, dryly.

Richard grinned, glancing down to the marble pillar of flesh, miming a brief inspection before straightening up once more to announce. “Nope, looks like it’s all there.” He chuckled.

Diamond couldn’t seem to help herself from glancing over once again. “I just… wasn’t expecting you to start walking around the house naked.” She muttered, eyes lingering on his heavy, low-hanging balls. There was another long moment before she managed to tear her eyes away and put them back on the TV. 

He shrugged. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I just figured there’s not much point in getting dressed again. Besides, it’s not like this thing’s gonna fit in my boxers like this.” He added with a smirk, stepping closer to the couch.

Diamond seemed to be trying very hard to concentrate on the TV. But as he got closer, her eyes were drawn to the movement, and she found her eyes roaming up and down every last inch of pulsing, ivory cockflesh, from the havy, churning balls to the very tip of his oversized crown, the red-purple tip almost level with his sculpted pecs. She swallowed, subconsciously. 

Richard pretended not to notice her gaze, or where his cock was going as he took up position beside the couch, the meaty monster hovering level just inches over her left shoulder, the heat of it tangible on her face. “So. Anything fun happening?” He inquired. There was a moment of silence as she looked puzzled, before he glanced to the TV, indicating the object of his query.

Diamond strained not to turn her head to look at the shaft throbbing just inches away. “Oh… Uh… Not really. Just… sitcom stuff…” She offered weakly, barely able to focus on the TV, let alone concentrate on what was going on. As he looked to the TV for a long moment, he heard her take a breath and bite back a whimper.

He stayed still for a long moment before nodding appreciatively. “Well, alright, I’ll get out of your hair and let you watch the show. Have you seen Rosa?” He inquired.

Diamond blinked, looking up to him with confusion and a hint of… disappointment? “Uh, Rosa? Maybe… downstairs? I think...” She managed, somewhat taken aback by the request. 

He grinned. “Thanks, I’ll go look.” He said, then pulled back and away, his might shaft departing her personal airspace. As he headed to the basement door, he paused for a moment on the precipice. “Oh, and for the record… Semifinals or not, a girlfriend should come first.” He commented, leaving diamond gaping in shock and embarrassment at the empty doorframe as he swiftly descended the stairs.

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Eight plates. Rosa’s mind swam. That couldn’t be right. Maybe she counted wrong, or the math was off… Silently, she ran her fingers over the dark metal disks weighing down the barbell, counting them in her head. Four on this side. Four on the other. If the massive ‘45’ stamped into the steel was to be believed, that meant each side of the bar was loaded with a total of 180 pounds. Together, that was 360, and with the bar itself, which was labeled as 40 pounds, that was… 400 pounds. That was more than three of her put together. She swallowed nervously, bending at the waist to inspect the plates with one finger, thrusting her juicy, thong-clad ass up high, her transparent sarong doing nothing to conceal her luscious rear. Maybe the middle plates she couldn’t read were just spacers or something… 

Movement in a mirror caught her eye, and held it when she realized what she was looking at. Richard had arrived. Her eyes followed his reflection in the mirror, gaping at the powerful figure that strode through the gym with smooth, measured strides. Her eyes traced every crevasse of sculpted muscle as he moved, watching them shift and pump as he moved, before coming to rest on his titanic manhood, her mouth suddenly dry. The thick veins made it look like marble, a meaty monolith, a statue depicting the perfect cock. Her tongue slipped out to wet her plush lips subconsciously as she followed the bulging cum-tube southward, all the way down to his heavy, swaying seed-sacks. He stopped soon, coming to rest on one of the machines, leaning against it, arms crossed over his broad chest as he grinned a gleaming smirk in her direction. 

“See something you like?” He inquired.
Rosa blinked, realizing how blatantly she’d been staring, and flushed softly. “S-sorry...” she muttered, averting her gaze from the reflection.
“No need to be sorry, it’s natural to be curious.” She heard him reply, and found herself glancing back up, looking through a few stray locks of dark, curly hair. “Impressed?” He inquired, looking into her eyes.
She bit her lower lips softly as she roamed up and down his muscular body. “...Yes.” She replied, quietly, somewhat ashamed. 
He grinned wider. “Well, I’m glad. Took me a long time to get to this point, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to show it off from time to time.” he added, stepping closer. She couldn’t tell if he was talking about his body or the machine at this point. 

As he came up behind her, he kept his eyes locked on her reflected face. she watched as the reflection moved, she saw him reaching for her, but she still tensed up when she felt his strong hand come to rest on her hip. Her heartbeat was racing. She could feel the heat and strength of his hand on her skin. She could only look into the reflection of his face and shiver softly. How could he look so damn hot? He was old enough to be her father, older than Uncle Jesse, in fact, and he was bald. But he didn’t look anything like her uncle. He looked his age and he made it look good. He was all… mature, and distinguished, and… experienced… But despite his features, he was simultaneously the most muscular, powerful man she’d ever seen. His muscles were mind-boggling, he looked like a statue of some herculean hero come to life, it was insane… and his COCK! Oh, holy fuck that cock, just thinking about the size of it, the shape, the taste that haunted her mind ever since the very first instant her tongue met the monstrous scepter, it made her depths tighten with uncontrollable need. Even before she’d ever seen it properly, she’d needed to experience it, and now... 

She suddenly straightened up, spinning on her heel to face the towering mass of muscle that was her friend’s father. She tried to ignore the blunt tip of the red-hot shaft that was suddenly pressing itself into her smooth, bare midriff as she looked up into his eyes. “I… I want to see.” She managed, stammering it out at first. Shen he looked slightly confused, she shook her head and tried again. “I want to see you use this. Lift this.” She clarified, somewhat, gesturing to the bench press beside them. 

He blinked for a moment, seeming taken aback by the request, but he glanced back and forth between the weights and her eyes, and gave a little shrug. “Well.. I supposed I could get a quick set in.” He replied and gave a grin. As he pulled back, Rosa gave a sigh, his overwhelming presence fading slightly as he settled into position on the bench press. She had to admit, it looked a little strange to see him doing so naked. He planted his feet on the floor, his fat goose-egg balls dangling between his thighs, that mouth-watering slab of cockmeat laying in the valley of his eight-pack abs. 

She bit her lip as she saw him reach up and wrap his hands around the steel shaft. She shivered as his thick slabs of muscle flexed and tightened, bulging and rippling with immense strength as they began to push. Slowly, four hundred pounds of unyielding steel slowly rose out of the hooks it rested upon. His muscles popped and twitched as he maneuvered the bar off the hooks, and stabilized it carefully, before slowly letting it sink toward his chest until it was just inches away. His pecs strained as he gave a soft grunt, and the massive weight rose once again, back up, muscles twitching as he held it steady. He was so… powerful. And so close...

Rosa didn’t realize her hands had been reaching out until she felt something hard and hot on the pads of her fingertips. Her fingertips had come to perch on one of his rippling pecs, as light and hesitant as a butterfly. He seemed as surprised as her at the unexpected contact, hesitating for half a second, but seemed to make no move to dissuade her touch as he kept lifting and lowering that massive barbell. His muscles rippled and pulsed beneath her touch, like some incredible machine. Silently, she counted along with each powerful push, the heat and strength from each push readily transmitted to her fingertips. 

5 reps. 6 reps. 7.

Her hand roamed across the rippling man-scape with eager curiosity and just a bit of hesitation. Her fingertips slid up to the shoulder, feeling it strain to hold the bar steady, then over and up one tree-trunk limb to savor the sensation of his biceps tightening. She felt her thong grow wet as she marveled at the mind-boggling power contained within his body. Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing coming in panting gasps as her eyes, wide with lust and awe, traced every pulsing, pumping, rippling muscle. She sank to her knees, almost hypnotized by the display of strength before her, as a second hand joined the first exploring his body. 

13 reps. 14.

While the first hand continued to examine his powerful upper body, the second took a different route, heading south over his torso, along his side. She felt her fingertips sink into the valleys between his sculpted core muscles. How could one man be so… perfect. The thought had occurred to her before, while she had shared his shaft with her friends, but she’d swiftly felt foolish afterward. Nobody was perfect, after all, he might be very impressive, but humans couldn’t be perfect… Or so she’d thought, but here, kneeling at his side as her fingers slid over the sheen of sweat he now bore, which only served to make his incredible body look even better, the thought returned. Perfect. Humans weren’t perfect, but every look, every touch, told her he was.

22. 23. Twenty...

Her train of thought suddenly slammed on the brakes as her delicate, hesitant touch met with something hard, hot, and pulsing. She swallowed, suddenly nervous. She heard a soft clank as he hesitated a second time in mid-lift. His exertion had started to draw blood from his prodigious pillar, but the moment her fingers met the skin, she could feel the veins thicken as it returned with a vengeance beneath her touch. Her hand was already delicately moving to attempt to encircle his immense girth, and failing, when her gaze turned to marvel at the beefy pillar, and the clank of the barbell in motion began again.

25. 26.

It was almost too big to comprehend. Her fingers couldn’t even wrap a full halfway around its insane girth. She’d thought she might have been exaggerating it in her mind, seeing it as larger than it really was, but no, it was all real. Her slender fingers were insignificant compared to the mighty slab of salami laying on his abs. Her hand moved on its own, cupping as much of its girth as possible, and sliding up and down along the thick cum-channel, her mind desperately memorizing every ridge, bump, vein, and contour of his impossibly huge cock. She stared at it with awe and reverence, like it was some sort of holy relic, or a mighty, dangerous weapon. Her hand reached the base after what felt like an eternity, and felt the skin loosen as her digits quested onward, between his thighs to find his plump, cream-filled orbs.

37. 38.

She could hear him grunting in time with the rhythmic clanks of the barbell, but rosa was lost to the world, her thoughts pulled in by the gravity of his massive meat-pole. The hand from his chest joined its twin in exploring the superior shaft. One slid between his thighs and delicately cupped one spunk-filled goose egg and then the other, hefting their weight in her palms and marveling. The other slid in along his abs and wedged itself between the heavy, burning-hot shaft, and his rippling abs, feeling its weight as it pinned her hand. Slowly, the hand slid down the shaft, pausing as it reached the base to be joined by its sister. Even together, her hands were unable to fully encircle the meaty pole, but they traveled together as they caressed the endless rod up to the very ridge of his throbbing crown, then up onto it, both eagerly swirling over the smooth tip, palms growing slick with copious amounts of clear, sticky precum. 

Her hands were just beginning another southern journey over the pillar of cock when she heard a triumphant growl. “Fifty!” Came the cry. She paused, hands going still on his girth as she looked up as if snapped out of a trance. There was a heavy clank as the weights crashed back into their resting place in the heavy-duty hooks over his head, and he relaxed, powerful chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. Something in the back of her mind did the math. Fifty reps, four hundred pounds… twenty thousand pounds, in total, a full ten tons. She shivered. She wanted to see more. She looked around the gym, her eyes falling on the butterfly press. She smiled, looking to him as he raised his head to see why she’d stopped. 

Her eyes shimmered with excitement as she gestured to the butterfly press. “Can you show me that one?” She implored him. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then gave her a teasing grin. “I could… If you ask nicely.” He offered. 

Rosa didn’t even hesitate, she pulled at his mind-boggling shaft with both hands and leaned forward. Her hands pulled up the shaft to rest right below the ridge of his cockhead, and she pursed her plump, pouty lips together, leaning in to deliver a wet, sloppy kiss to that glistening, smooth cockhead. Her lips parted as they made contact, sliding around his fat knob until they engulfed nearly half the fist-sized crown. She kissed with a lusty passion, her tongue darting and swirling over the precum-slick staff, tasting his savory flavor and letting out a soft moan. Her pillowy lips caressed the tender flesh as her head slowly twisted one way, then the other, sucking gently all the while. She made out with his gargantuan fuckstick for a few long seconds before she began to pull away, lips tightening to a pucker before finally parting with the surface with a wet smack, then turning back to look at him. “Pretty please, Mr. J? I promise I’ll make it up to you…” She pleaded in her best naughty little girl voice, pushing out her lip in a pout.

Richard let out a groan as she delivered her luxuriant cock-kiss, his shaft throbbing on her lips, eager for more. He was grinning when she delivered her plea. “You really know how to ask nicely, huh?” He commented with a chuckle. “Maybe you can show Sam how to ask next time she wants more furniture.” He added, then pushed to his feet slowly.

Rosa grinned back and rose to her feet as well, reluctantly letting her hand come off his titanic shaft as she bounded eagerly toward the machine, examining the weight settings as he got into position. This one was set for 200 pounds, so perhaps she’d get to enjoy the scenery a little longer. And there was plenty to see, she watched eagerly as he settled into position on the padded seat. Arms straight out, bent at the elbows, hands taking hold of handles level with the top of his head, and resting his forearms on padded rests. He planted his feet on the floor, thighs apart, his titanic pillar jutting out at a 45-degree angle, eagerly awaiting the promised reward. She slid into position as well, clambering onto his lap, facing him, his burning cock wedged between their bodies. 

She heard the machine begin to move and bit her lip at the sight of pulleys and weights straining to hold back his movements, and failing. Her hands fastened themselves around the red-hot rod wedged between their bodies and began to twist her hands up and down the precum-slick staff, moving in time with his reps. She was just inches from him in this position, able to see every detail as his muscles strained and pulled. Each time he pressed the plates toward each other, he surrounded her in pure muscle, her feminine form entirely encircled by his manliness, wedged in the eye of a storm of testosterone and sweat. His fearsome cock burned against the smooth skin of her stomach as she pressed herself closer to his chest. Her volleyball-sized caramel orbs flattened themselves against his iron-hard pecs, her achingly hard nipples pressing through the fabric of her bikini top like it wasn’t there, dragging over his muscles each time her tits wobbled with her rhythmic strokes. 

The smell of him alone was enough to made her dizzy with lust, and he was so close... She had to wonder… Her eyes locked onto a glistening droplet of sweat that slid along his collarbone, and she found herself suddenly leaning forward just a little further. Her tongue slipped from her lips and dragged over his skin, hungrily licking up the shimmering droplet. It was salty. She couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. She glanced apologetically up to him as she slid down, licking over his pulsing pec, exploring the contours and flavors of his body before flicking over a nipple and withdrawing once more to between her lips. He tasted like manhood, like pure testosterone. His smell, his taste, the heat of his body, the massive pillar of cockmeat illustrating clearly just how deep it would go inside her… Her mind was drowning in his manliness. She felt helpless. She felt safe. Overpowered, horny, nasty… Crazy. He was so strong, so beautiful… He was glorious, awe-inspiring, and even a little bit frightening. He was perfect. He was.. divine.

She slid her tongue over his shoulder to a bicep as she reveled in his manliness, hands breaking step with his movements to blur up and down his cock faster and faster, desperate to please him. Then she heard his voice, half-grunt as he pounded out another rep, growling out a simple command. “Make me cum.” He demanded. She shivered with lust at the order, feeling his powerful voice roll out of his chest with his super-sensitive nipples. The idea of disobeying never even occurred to her. she slid herself off his lap and sank to her knees as quick as she could. Her nipples dragged over the ridges of his abs, her tongue dragging through the valley of his pecks. As she sank, his monolithic shaft speared up along her stomach and into her cleavage, the fat knob parting her creamy caramel mounds to wedge itself between them. she kept sinking, and the spheres of titflesh soon entirely surrounded his perfect cock, before it thrust through the valley and up, until the throbbing head was pressed against her plush, pouty lips. The fabric of her barely-there bikini held it there as her hands roamed his abs and thighs in worship of his muscles. She pursed her lips and planted a tender peck upon the sensitive head, looking up toward his face for approval.

Rosa smiled when she saw his face twisted with pleasure, a deep groan of lust meeting her ears as the clanking of the machine grew faster and faster. Seemed he was eager to finish the set… Rosa moaned to herself softly as she began to tenderly tongue the titanium titan that thrust between her wobbling breasts. She slid herself up and down upon its length, heaving her swollen tits up and down the angry purple pillar of cock. She lavished licks along its length, coating the throbbing rod with a glistening sheen of saliva, savoring the flavor of his superior cock, soaked in the juices of the women it had conquered before her, her friends. She’d never tasted it before, and the idea would have grossed her out just hours ago. She’d always abstained during the more… adventurous experimentation at Sam’s sleepovers. But now, tasting her friends’ juices as a marinade for this unstoppable, untamable mega-cock, it just made her hotter. She gave a long, loving lick, dragging her tongue over his bulging cum-channel, all the way up its length to the tip, before clamping her plump lips around half his massive head and hungrily making out with the biggest cock in the world. She desperately sucked and slurped, mashing her melons together around its girth to milk the monster for its surely delicious prize.

Rosa gasped against his fat head as the fearsome fuckrod bucked and jerked against the plush touch of her lips. It bucked and jerked like a living creature, thrashing in desperate need of freedom, release. Her arms wrapped around her heaving tits in a bear hug, the wobbling spheres pressed tight against his bucking girth to keep him steady while she worshipped his fat knob with lusty devotion. Her eyes were fixed upward, marveling at his physique and seeking his approval with her eyes while she worked the divine shaft with lips and tits, lavishing his sensitive head with licks, kisses, and sucks. her tongue danced lewdly over the precum-slick head, swirling over every inch of shaft within reach. Each throb brought forth a fresh dollop of clear, sticky pre, and she eagerly lapped it up, sucking at the cumsplit for every last drop of the tasty treat. It bathed her tongue in his masculine flavor, making her moan softly around her mouthful of megacock. She could feel his balls on her stomach, hot and roiling with desperate need to unload their potent cargo. 

Rosa gasped once more when the shaft agave another forceful throb, and rosa jumped with surprise at the vigor of its bucking. The meaty monolith took advantage of her momentary lapse and tore itself free of the valley of her caramel globes. There was a small ripping sound, and a metallic pop, and she fell back slightly, marveling up at the cock now proudly erect, the remains of her bikini top and a glimmering golden chain dangling off its length like a prize. She gasped and reflexively reached for her neck, groping for the chain that should have been there. Her cross! It must have gotten wrapped around his… his big, fat cock. She gaped in silence for a moment as the slender golden chain and tiny, gleaming gold cross hung off his cock. It looked so… small. So insignificant, compared to his throbbing monster. The chain seemed to move in slow motion as it hung on one side, first dangling, then slipping, then falling, and finally plummeting from the superior shaft. It hit the padded floor of the gym and sank into a puddle of glimmering links. She said nothing, looking at the pile for a moment, before turning away from the discarded bauble and fixing her gaze upon that divine shaft looming over her with awe and lust. She’d made her choice.

As rosa marveled up at him and his superior endowment, she saw him crush his arms together one final time, gritting his teeth with the exertion, then suddenly release the handles and push himself to his feet. As he reached his full, looming height, his fearsome weapon leveled toward the lusty teen, there was a thunderous crash sound from the machine as the weights slammed back into their resting position. She shivered as she heard his chest rumble with a growl of desire. He reached for her with one massive hand… but she already knew what he wanted. Her slender fingers reached up, coiling around his divine girth and tugging it down until the tip touched her plump lips. She kissed it reverently, then looked up to her lover’s face with pure adoration in her eyes. “Let me…” she whispered, pleadingly, her warm breath washing over his cock. 

She didn’t even wait for an answer. She spread her lips wide and drove herself forward onto his superior cock. Her lips stretched to their limit, then beyond as she struggled to push the entire head into her mouth. Her tongue lavished licks over what she’d managed to engulf so far, desperate to please him. She moaned into his thickness at the taste, her lips stretched into a tight band as she breathed through her nose, her mouth entirely stuffed with his oversized cockhead. She tightened her grip on the shaft and pulled, feeding it into her mouth until, with a pop, the knob passed her lips, completely filling her mouth. She glanced up to Rich’s face, eyes beaming with pride, seeking his approval. But she wasn’t done. She reached for his hips and took a firm hold, sucking in a deep breath before pulling with all her might as she drove her face forward. She could feel his thick helmet stretching her throat to the limits of its capacity, feel her body reshaping to his desires as her throat stretched to capacity and beyond. Her eyes watered with the pain and effort, but she continued, regardless, eager to please his shaft. She pushed forward and pulled him closer alternately, spearing herself inch by inch upon his unyielding girth as her throat squeezed and gripped around the invader. Finally, her seemingly endless journey came to an end, and her lips touched the base of his titanic shaft, his heavy, churning balls on her chin. Tears slid from her eyes as she looked up to him with lust and pride.

His eyes met hers, and he let out a deep, soulful groan. Roas shivered at the sound of it, then her eyes widened when she felt his shaft begin to throb and buck deep in her straining throat. His heavy balls tightened against her chin. The realization of what was coming, the feeling of her mouth stuffed with cock, it was enough to make her core tighten, her pussy burning with need. She didn’t move to pull away or back off. She swallowed, her throat milking his length as his thick seed surged up the fat tube on the underside of his shaft. If blasted out the tip like a firehose, his shaft jumping and jerking deep in her throat as she swallowed again and again, coaxing blast after blast from his megacock, hungrily draining his heavy, swinging balls. Oceans of potent, creamy cum flowed directly into her belly, and she shivered with lust, impaled upon his superior shaft as his deluge went on, and on, and on. 

As the endless blasts of delicious spunk finally came to an end, Rosa gave a final swallow, to make sure she’d gotten every last drop. Slowly, carefully, she began to pull herself off the impaling megacock, keeping her lips sealed around its immense girth, to ensure she held onto every last drop of his rich cream. When the head of his seemingly endless cock pulled from her throat she desperately sucked in a fresh breath of air, replacing the stale lungful she’d been holding for what seemed an eternity. With her tongue free, she lavished licks over this fat knob as her lips paused just before the ridge of his shaft, hungrily tongue-polishing every last inch she could reach, savoring the flavor of her lover’s release. She pulled the last of his shaft from her lips with a wet pop, her mouth full of gathered spunk from his length, and she took a moment to roll the savory treat on her tongue before giving one final swallow, letting the pearly seed slide down her throat to join the oceans in her belly.She panted softly for breath when the task was done, a strand of glimmering spit still linking her plush lips to her lover’s rod. She looked up to her lover’s face with a proud smile, quite pleased with herself.

His mighty weapon gave a particularly vigorous lurch, the shimmering strand connecting to to her lips breaking. It showed no signs of softening. Her pussy clenched and ached with desire. Without thinking about it, she leaned forward the tiniest bit, placing a tiny peck on the immense shaft, a momentary gesture of affection. Her hands slid up to his abs as she pushed herself to her feet, fingertips roaming up over his rippling abs, his chiseled sides, his powerful chest, his rugged shoulders. She looked up into his eyes with lust and devotion as her hands came to rest upon his shoulders. “Master… Sit back. Just relax, let me serve you.” She pleaded, her heart pounding in her chest with desire. His eyes looked into hers for a long moment. Part of her wanted him to ignore her plea and ravage her, but more than anything, she wanted to please him. She was already his devoted servant, and he hadn’t even driven it into her yet. His face split into a smirk, and he slowly sank back to sit on the padded chair. 

Rosa swallowed nervously as she glanced down to the imperious pillar of cockflesh jutting proudly from his hips. It was just so BIG… But her trepidation wasn’t enough to dissuade her from her mission. One hand reluctantly pulled away from his powerful shoulder and went to her hip. A few tugs, and she shivered as the cool air kissed her dripping, overheated pussy, her bikini bottoms and sarong falling away to pool at her feet. Her hips swayed as she climbed over his lap, planting her feet on either side of his seat and standing over him. His throbbing shaft pressed its knob to her hips, even standing as she was, it was just too long to easily slip into place. Her hips ground against the unyielding rod of manly flesh, her needy slit grinding on its hardness as she stared at it with anticipation and fear. So big…

She pushed herself up on her tiptoes, straining to rise high enough to take him properly. The wide head dragged over her clit, just barely short of it’s goal, and she whimpered with frustration. She gave one final bounce, springing up on her toes to come back down and spear her waiting slit on the beefy monster. Any thoughts of easing herself down over its girth were abandoned as her toes gave out and she fell to her heels, taking the first six inches of his perfect cock inside her with a scream that turned to a moan by the end. Her eyes were wide, her entire body tense as her thighs trembled with sensation of his fat head spreading her wider than she would have ever thought possible. Her delicate balance faltered, and she screamed out once again as she fell onto the unyielding cock, a deep, soulful cry of pain and pleasure. She slid down its immense girth, her entire weight supported by her spasming, trembling pussy. The sensations were overwhelming. Nothing could prepare her for this. No boyfriend, not even Anna’s most intimidating toys, were a match for the sheer size of the divine cock now a full nine inches into her gripping pussy. Her core trembled, and she sank another inch onto it, a forceful reminder that this was only the beginning. 

She trembled, helpless, for a long moment, trying to plant her feet once again and regain some measure of control over the mind-shattering penetration, but under her own weight, the unstoppable cock just inched ever forward, pushing into her needy pussy bit by bit, and each tiny shift made her twitch and moan all over again. The immense intrusion was too much for her to handle. She could see the bulge on her stomach where his impossible cock distended her pussy, reshaping her body to suit his pleasure. The thought was erotic enough that she slid another full inch down his shaft. She looked up to the object of her devotion as she slid down his girth, eyes wide with pleasure, shock, and awe. “S-so deep…” She barely managed to speak.

Suddenly, she gasped aloud, eyes going even wider as she suddenly felt her lover’s huge, powerful hands grasping her swaying, caramel-skinned tits. She moaned out as his digits explored the sensitive flesh, thumb and forefinger questing up the slopes of each until they met upon the tender peaks, expertly circling the bud. She squirmed at the sensations. He was so gentle in his touch, but she could feel the immense strength in those hands. The pleasure was beginning to overtake the pain in earnest. As his lips suddenly wrapped around one aching brown nipple, she moaned once more, hips squirming, letting another inch of shaft sink into her sweet honeypot as his tongue provoked a fresh spasm from her well-stuffed slit.

As she finally managed to get her bearings, her feet found purchase on the floor below, and she planted them, halting her descent onto his godly staff. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, fingers digging into the deep ridges of his chiseled muscles, and slowly began to lift herself up, off that pussy-pleasing monster. She shivered, feeling his flared knob tugging and teasing at depths that had never experienced such pleasures before. She rose slowly, moving inch by inch, until she could rise no further. His shaft glistened with her liquid lust, droplets cascading down over his immense, veiny length. She held herself there for a long moment, bracing herself for what was coming, before she pulled in a deep breath and threw herself upon his weapon. The air forced itself from her lungs in a lewd, lustful moan as inch after inch of fat cock speared into her core. Her pussy spasmed and gripped at his immense shaft as she felt it reach the very back of her channel, another inch or two remaining outside her well-stretched pussy. 

Suddenly, she felt his grasp shift, his powerful hands taking hold of her hips. She looked into his eyes, seeing the burning lust within them, and immediately felt her pulse quicken. There was fear, anticipation… even gratitude, in her heart as she realized what was to come. She couldn’t take it all by herself. It was impossible. But he could take her, every inch of her and more. Her body melted into his grasp, releasing control to him and surrendering her body to his lust. He lifted her up, higher and higher, his mighty muscles bearing her weight almost effortlessly. Her pussy gripped and squeezed at his shaft as it pulled from her depths. He lifted her until her toes barely dragged on the padded floor, her body completely at his mercy. Then there was the pull. Her body was dragged down onto his shaft, the fat tip driving into her like a freight train as his hips rose to meet hers. The monolithic member slammed into her barrier, and she moaned out with reckless abandon, eagerly advertising the insane pleasures he provided her to anyone who could hear. 

She was a helpless plaything before his immense strength, her body used as a tool to serve his lusts, and she loved every second if it. Her pussy dutifully gripped and rolled around his girth, eagerly milking his shaft, straining to pull him deeper inside her as he claimed every inch of her with each unstoppable thrust. Waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again. She moaned wildly, body writing in his grasp in desperate attempts to please his superior shaft, her fingers now clutching his granite shoulders for dear life, the rock in a storm of unspeakable pleasure. Not that she wasn’t making an effort, each gasping breath came out in either wordless moans of lust and pleasure or howled praise for her lover, her master, the object of her worship. “SOOOOOO BIG! So DEEEEP! Uh! Uh! UHHH, god, YES! Oh, please, god, fuck me! I’m yours! FUCK me! Let me worship your GIANT FUCKING COOOOOCK! I’ll do anything for you! Anything, anywhere, anytime, I don’t care! Say the word and I’ll do it!” She swore aloud, meaning every word. She didn’t even need to get fucked, she would happily suck his shaft all day, every day, for nothing more than the delicious cream and the sweet, sweet thrill of servicing the perfect man. 

As she swore herself body and soul to the service of her lover, suddenly everything seemed to happen all at once. He slammed his hips up and pulled hers down with a particularly forceful thrust. The barrier that had thus far kept those last few inches of his perfect cock from driving into her deepest depths gave way, yielding before the undeniable cock. As his divine shaft broke through her barrier into something deeper still, filling her deeper than she thought possible, she felt an explosion of sensation in her core. A shockwave of unfathomable rolled out from her core, every nerve it touched coming alive with pleasure, every muscle spasming at once, until it reached the limits of her body, but it kept growing. As the wave of burning pleasure struck her mind, a primal roar of lust filled her ears, and she felt his immense shaft jump inside her. And just when it seemed impossible for it to get any stronger, she felt his shaft thob even larger before firing volleys of liquid fire into the newfound deeps of her pussy. It was all she could do to keep from losing her mind entirely as she felt the pleasure redouble with each deluge. She could hear herself howling with pleasure she just couldn’t contain. The pleasure was filling her like a balloon, she felt like she might burst with the sheer, endless ecstasy. she she actually felt her belly expanding, suddenly everything went white.  

Richard saw her go limp, her head rolling back as she suddenly released her grip on his shoulders and fell back, her cum-swollen belly pushed forward to prominence by the pose. She didn’t fall, her body held upright by the rigid shaft driven to the hilt inside her still-spasming pussy, still pumping blast after blast of thick, creamy spunk directly into her overstuffed womb. He reached for her and wrapped his arms around her limp body, pulling her close as the last volleys of potent, white-hot seed flooded into her fertile, teenaged womb. As the immense pleasure finally waned, he relaxed, holding her close while they rested. By the time he was able to move properly, she’d recovered as well, her breathing normalized to the gentle, regular pace of a soft slumber. Seemed it had simply been too much for her to take at once. She gently slipped from the machine’s seat and eased her limp form down to the padded floor. Slowly, he pulled his unyielding shaft from her slumbering form, provoking a few soft moans along the way. When he finally pulled free of her entirely, she gave a disappointed whimper at her sudden emptiness. He shook his head. These girls… He took a moment to go around the gym and gather a few things, propping her head up on a little extra padding and laying a couple towels over her to make sure she didn’t wake up freezing and sore. Satisfied, he turned for the stairs and headed up.