Daddy's Home; New Life: Ch. 1, P. 4

[pre-story]Finally, we're getting to some action! The twins get a surprise, and William surprises himself. It's still kind of a slow start, but still, I hope you enjoy!

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 4

As William slowly began to slide his pants down off his hips, he could feel the twins staring, and found himself regretting his choice of underwear this morning. But there was no getting out of it. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lifted his hips, and pushed his pants down. The dark gray elastic material of his boxer-briefs was nice and soft, but they still offered nice support and control, making them one of his favorite pairs. Nothing messes with one’s performance quite like your dick popping out and grinding against your zipper. Unfortunately, ‘support’ and ‘control’ basically meant they hugged his package so tight there was nowhere for it to go. The material clearly outlined his bulge, a cylinder as thick as one of the twins’ wrists that swept off to the right until it almost began to wrap around his hip, nearly a foot long, as well as the pair of balls the size of apples directly beneath its base. It twitched in its confinement.

“Not bad...” Kayla commented, nodding appreciatively.

Opened his eyes. He’d had heard many different reactions from girls when he took off his pants. Most were variants of ‘holy shit’, ‘what the fuck’, or ‘oh my god’, and there was the occasional ‘that won’t fit’ or ‘you’re bigger than -----’. But he’d never heard ‘not bad’ before. He couldn’t help but feel a little… insulted, almost. He must have made an expression, because Kayla glanced up at his face and flashed him a playful smirk.

Layla didn’t say anything. William glanced in her direction just in time to see her turn away, her curly hair bouncing slightly with the momentum as she turned her gaze to his legs. In fact, she seemed to be very pointedly NOT looking at his groin as she wordlessly tugged his pants the rest of the way down his legs until they came off entirely, neatly setting them aside on a nearby chair. Then, she knelt down and, in a very professional manner, beginning to examine his calves and feet for signs of poor circulation. 

Kayla shook her head as she watched her sister get to work, then leaned against William a little more firmly, her breasts squeezing against his shoulder as she began to whisper in his ear. “Poor girl. She just can’t seem to let herself have any fun… even when a handsome stranger that’s exactly her type practically lands in her lap. I know what she likes… because we have similar tastes. We both like our men to be tall… Fit…” she purred, her fingertips trailing over the muscles in his forearm. “With a handsome face… a little older is a plus, but not old enough to go soft...” She elaborated, hand wandering over to his abdomen. “And at least ten inches…” She added as her fingers teasingly brushed over the long bulge in his boxers.

Kayla’s hand suddenly stopped. She blinked, then looked down, pressing her fingertips against William’s bulge a little more firmly, feeling it give slightly. “You’re not hard…” Kayla muttered as the realization sank in. Suddenly, she hooked a fingertip into the waistband of his briefs. “...You know I think these might be a little too tight on you, sir, they may be interfering with your circulation.” She declared aloud, tugging at the elastic band as William still struggled to wrap his head around this insane scenario he found himself in. “I think we need to remove them in order to get any kind of accurate results.”

Layla looked up as her sister suddenly spoke up, her eyes widening as she realized what she was talking about. “Oh no, you can’t be serious, this is way beyond the-” 

Layla fell silent as Kayla suddenly yanked William’s briefs down, treating both of them to the sight of his wrist-thick shaft springing free of his underwear and flopping forward to dangle between his legs, dense and weighty like a fat sausage. This time, Layla didn’t look away. She couldn’t, she could only stare, mouth slightly agape as she tried to process what she was seeing. “He’s... not hard…” She muttered, echoing her sister’s thoughts from a moment ago. William’s cock twitched beneath the hungry stares of the twins, growing a tiny bit longer and thicker as blood rushed to the enormous organ.

Kayla wordlessly pushed his underwear down to his knees, letting it fall the rest of the way as she continued to stare at the growing slab of man-meat that emerged from his hips. “Jesus… I mean, most Johnson boys are big, but… this is already bigger than most, and it’s still soft!” she muttered in awe as her hand slid back up his thigh before experimentally gripping the base of the shaft. 

“Kayla!” Layla gasped in shock, even though she couldn’t take her eyes off William’s cock.

“What do you mean ‘Kayla!’? LOOK at this thing!” Kayla shot back, slowly starting to slide her hand up and down the marble pillar of cock, the golden-brown skin of her hand contrasting against the pale shaft.

Layla WAS looking. She swallowed, nervously, watching the thick member swell a little larger with each throb. “We… we probably SHOULD examine any swelling... If we’re assessing circulation…” She muttered, slowly rising up on her knees, drawing closer and leaning forward until she was between his knees.

Kayla rolled her eyes and gave william an exasperated but still somehow playful look. “See what I mean? She has to justify it. Even with something like this right in front of her, She can’t just can’t let herself... enjoy…” Kayla purred, licking her lips, drawing William’s attention to the aqua blue lipstick she wore. Her hand began to move a little faster, stroking up and down his shaft as it pulsed beneath her fingertips. She was only barely able to close her fingers around it when she started, but with each throb its growing girth forced her thumb and forefinger to spread further and further apart.

William grunted as his shaft swelled and stiffened in her grasp. What was with these girls? He’d only met them maybe an hour ago, he hadn’t even really flirted with them, yet they’d practically thrown themselves at him. And now, one was stroking his cock while the other watched! He’d never been with more than one girl at a time, he’d never even had sex with somebody else in the room, but it looked like he was about to have his first threesome, and with a pair of ridiculously sexy teenage twins, to boot! It seemed too good to be true, and yet… it had to be real, because he never would have imagined that having an audience would be such a massive turn on! He could feel Layla’s gaze fixed on his cock, watching her sister’s hand pump up and down his length, staring in awe as he got harder and harder, and he grunted again as another surge of lust coursed through him, making the beastly shaft lurch.

William’s shaft grew and grew, getting longer, thicker, and stiffer by the second, but still it hung between his legs like a thick salami, the tendons at the base of his shaft struggling to lift its ever-growing weight. But as he reached full hardness, it began to rise, he could feel the tendons strain as they lifted that massive, granite pillar of cock, levelling it at Layla for a moment, before, with a final twitch, it rose fully upright, proudly jutting straight up from his hips like a monolithic monument to manhood. The towering, vein-marbled pillar pulsed where it stood, thick as a two liter bottle and a couple inches longer, a foot and a half of pure, rugged masculinity, crowned with a fat, helmet-shaped head the size of a mango. His balls swayed beneath it, looking larger now that they were out of his tight-fitting briefs, more like a pair of oranges than apples, hanging low in his relatively smooth sack, heavy with backed-up cum.

“Jesus…” Kayla muttered in shock, staring at the beast between William’s legs, her hand suddenly seeming tiny by comparison as it slowly caressed its length. A look of smug satisfaction crossed his face, and once she tore her eyes away from his member, she shot him a sardonic look in reply. “Don’t get too cocky… Size isn’t everything.” She shot back, her gaze slowly drifting back to the pulsing pillar, drawn to it almost magnetically. “...It’s definitely something, though…” She added, under her breath, then glanced up at his face again. “How big…?” 

“Eighteen, give or take a half-inch. Depends on how… excited I am.” William replied, knowing what she meant. 

“Fuck…” Kayla muttered, looking back down at it again, trying to wrap her head around the number, her hand failing to wrap around its girth as it pumped up and down along his length, her breast squeezing against his shoulder as she unconsciously pressed closer to him.

William savored the sensations as she stroked his length, her smooth palm gliding over the vein-marbled length as it pulsed beneath her fingers. His earlier confusion and hesitance were forgotten. It was too late to stop this now, there was nothing left to hide, and as long as it was happening, he may as well let it, and try to enjoy it. Though, as fate would have it, he couldn’t remain passive much longer.

“Oh, Sis~... You’ve been quiet for a while… You fall asleep?” Kayla called out in a teasing, singsong voice. Layla jumped in surprise at being called, tearing her eyes away from the enormous cock throbbing almost hypnotically in front of her. Kayla smirked. “I could use a hand with this thing… or maybe two… There’s plenty of room, after all.”

Layla’s eyes fell on the beast throbbing before her once more, and she swallowed, nervously, as she tentatively raised one hand, slowly reaching out for it. She paused a moment as her fingertips grazed the surface, a shiver running down her spine… “It’s so… warm…” She muttered in awe, laying her palm on its surface, feeling it heat as her fingers spread out, struggling to close around even half his thickness. 

Kayla smirked again, leaning close to William once more, her breasts squishing against his shoulder as she put her lips just inches from his ear, whispering in a hot, breathy voice. “Wanna have some fun? Tell her to do something. Anything you want. Don’t ask her to do it, tell her, command her, give her an order, and she’ll jump to it.” 

William glanced sideways at Kayla, uncertainly, then down at Layla, her eyes fixed on his shaft, marvelling at it in awe, her hand still sitting there on his shaft, unmoving. His eyes narrowed, and he felt something suddenly well up inside him. “...Don’t just hold it, stroke it.” He ordered, his voice suddenly deep and commanding, with a slight growl to it that caught even him by surprise.

Layla jumped again as she was suddenly addressed, her eyes widening. “Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!” She responded instantly, without thinking, her hand springing into motion immediately, sliding up his length swiftly before slowing down to match pace with her sister’s even strokes. She seemed almost as surprised as he was at her hurried obedience, glancing back and forth between her hand and William’s face for a moment, before averting her gaze in embarrassment. Her hand didn’t stop moving, though….

Strange and unfamiliar feelings stirred inside William. He always had to be slow, careful, and considerate with his partners. Few women even dared to try taking a cock as large as his, and he usually let them go their own pace, for fear of scaring them off. These girls… they weren’t normal, though. They were shocked by his size, but they weren’t scared, they were excited, not to mention they had bodies like porn stars, with wide, rounded hips and full, plump lips… They might be able to actually handle him. He might not have to be cautious and gentle all the time, he might even be able to stop holding back… When Layla called him ‘Sir’, he felt a rush, he felt powerful, he felt in control… and it felt good.

“...Use both hands.” William suddenly said, his tone deep and level. 

Layla glanced up in surprise at the sudden command and glanced up at his face and found him staring down at her intensely, his expression hard and unflinching. She felt a shiver run down her spine. She felt small beneath his gaze. “...Yes, Sir.” She whimpered, unable to look away from his eyes as her other hand came up from her side to join the first on his shaft, the two together barely managing to close a ring around his girth. His shaft throbbed in her grasp as she slowly worked them up and down his length, she could feel it, but she couldn’t look, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his intense blue eyes. He wasn’t staring her down anymore, now it was more like he was… watching her, examining her reactions, but there was a hunger in his eyes that made her shiver.

“Your mouth, too.” William growled after a moment.

Layla swallowed, nervously. He was testing her. Learning how far he could push. She didn’t have to do it. It wasn’t like he was threatening her, or anything... But she wasn’t stopping, either. It was crazy. He was a total stranger, and yet she was obediently stroking his cock, just because he’d told her to… Was she really going to obey his every command? Was she really going to… to suck his cock? Why should she? Because he was a little bit handsome? Because he was a little bit mature? Because he had a deep, authoritative voice? Because of the way he stared at her with those piercing blue eyes… Because he was tall, and muscular, and… big… really, really big… 

Layla’s eyes flicked over to the towering pillar of cock throbbing in her grasp, the monstrous shaft covered in bulging, winding veins, and felt something fluttering deep in her belly. She chewed her lower lip as she looked back up at William’s face, meeting his stare once more.

“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered, obediently, as she began to lean forward.