Geis Ch.12 (Patreon)

Chapter Twelve: The Final Hole

“Tonight,” James says, idly working the plug in and out of Kendall’s stretched ass. He is using it to give her one last stretch before he takes her. Kendall, meanwhile, moans and slobbers around him like she always does while Jackson is at work. She pauses to spit down his shaft and uses her hands to spread it. James watches and groans in response. “Fuck, that’s good.” He laughs afterward, smacking her lightly on the ass as he does. “What do you think the cuck would say if he saw you doing this?”

Kendall slurps her way off of James and stares down his length. He is seated on Jackson’s pillow, his bare as leaving his raw stench behind. She finds it hard to think of Jackson anymore when James it around. Stroking him, she thinks how she wants to focus on James, not on her cuckold boyfriend. James is clearly better than him, at least when she has her face buried in his crotch, but James enjoys these games, so Kendall has to play them.

“Mm,” she moans, licking his crown and kissing it for good measure. “I don’t know.” She shrugs. “He’d probably whine or something?”

“Yeah?” James cups her ass and gives it a squeeze. She is dressed like a slut for him and was waiting with her shorts off. When he told her he wanted to check and see if she was ready, she seemed excited. “Would you tell him how much bigger I am?”

Kendall, licking him again, giggles. “I wouldn’t have to,” she says, flashing him a smile. She kisses him again. “He can see for himself. Mm. I might go ahead and tell him how good you taste, though.” She purrs, sucking him briefly just to taste him. “Mm. Or I can tell him how good it feels to be fucked by you.”

Chuckling, James holds the plug deep in her ass while slipping two fingers passed the wetted cleft of her womanhood. Kendall comes, moaning around him and sucking him deeper as a result. “I bet you would,” he says. “And I bet you’d tell him all about how you’re my size queen slut, wouldn’t you?”

Removing him from her mouth, Kendall whines, nodding into his dick as he fingers her. “Oh, daddy, I would. I’d tell him that I’m your little size queen slut, and I’d suck you off and swallow your whole load while he watches!” Staring at his slick shaft, Kendall’s eyes fell upon his leaking crown. Panting and breathing him in, she whines before taking him back into her mouth and throating him in her hunger and passion.

James, thumbing her plug and holding his fingers buried to the knuckle in her snatch, swells in her mouth. Using his other hand, he guides her by the hair, flexing and thrusting up into her, fucking her face while she chokes and gurgles around him. He wears a smile that is both sinister and sincere while he uses her.

Kendall is still the ex who hurt him so much, and the very sight of her conjures in him a hatred that few people have experienced. At this point, however, she is also his slut, and her obedience and body are quickly growing on him. Releasing her head, he moves his hand to cup one of her breasts and crush it in his big, rough palms. She moans around him, enjoying the way he uses her and sending vibrations through his dick.

“How about right now? You ready for daddy’s cum right now, you slut?”

Gurgling, choking herself on his dick, Kendall nods. She cannot speak around him, and she can hardly breathe around him, but her eyes tell him everything he needs to know. “Mmhmm!” she moans, her hunger showing in the vibrations of her throat and confirming what he already knows. Kendall wants James to drown her in his semen.

With thick ropes of saliva falling from her lips, Kendall sucked him hard. She collapsed her cheeks on him while stroking him with both hands, using her saliva as lubricant to help him along. He swelled fatter in her grasp, and she mewled around him, preparing for his release and looking forward to the outpour of semen.

James’ orgasm became an orgasm for her, too. She swallowed rapidly, choking around him, gurgling and coughing as hot sperm assaulted her throat. It sticks there and settles in her belly, warming her from the inside out as her head goes foggy and distant. She sucks him through his orgasm and strokes him onto her face when she loses breath James allows it, losing interest in her pain and choosing instead to paint her. He pretends that Jackson is there watching and luxuriates in Kendall’s own willing degradation and indulgence. Watching her, he can even imagine that she enjoys receiving facials from him just the same as he enjoys giving them to her.

When finished, Kendall is smiling and breathless. She strokes him off onto her outstretched tongue, gathering his semen and slurping his crown before swallowing. Then, she holds him there and stares up at him as she cleans him. Her mouth is sticky with him, and so is her throat. Every swallow, every cough is full of him, and she approves of it. She clears her throat before kissing his cockhead again. “Mm, that was a big one, daddy.”

Reaching around, James cups one of her tits and gives it a flick before speaking. “Yeah, it fucking was. Maybe we should invite your cuck over tonight to watch you getting your ass fucked for the first time.” James shook her tit again. “Show him how a size queen treats a real man’s dick.”

Holding him, Kendall stares down his length as he manhandles her. Even limp, he remains impressively long and thick, much larger than Jackson, and she plans to take him into final hole by the end of the night. She looks forward to it, but she dreads it, also. James is a big man, and even with the plugs, she has never been stretched like this before. Her ass begins to tingle just thinking about it.

Releasing James, Kendall kisses his cockhead one last time before standing beside the bed. James joins her, standing beside her and towering over her as he dresses. Kendall watches him with a sticky smile, fascinated by him, mesmerized by his corpulence. Even as she watches his fat belly jiggle and sway with his movements, she only feels arousal. Once he is dressed, her eyes fix on his crotch, captivated by the way he fills his pants. When he catches her staring she meets his gaze and giggles after he winks at her. “Sorry,” she whispers, and she blushes. “You’re just so big.”

James adjusts himself knowingly as she stares. “And you like big dicks, don’t you, Kendall?”

Kendall, still staring, shrugs. “I like your big dick, daddy.”

Reaching out, James carefully grabs a handful of her hair and tugs her head back. She winces and pants afterward as pain and arousal flood her system. “Yeah? And what if the cuck had a dick like mine? You saying you wouldn’t love his dick, too?”

Heart hammering as a fresh wave of arousal spills over her, Kendall closes her eyes to try and imagine Jackson with a dick like James’. It doesn’t materialize, however, because Jackson isn’t like James. He is shorter, chubby but still much thinner than James. He doesn’t measure up t James, and she cannot imagine anyone but James treating her like this.

Kendall cups James through his pants and, easing herself from his grasp, kneels at his feet. Staring him in the eyes, she kisses his crotch and purrs, making a dramatic kissing sound as she plants her lips to his bulging manhood. “Mm-wah!” Stroking him, she giggles. “No, James. I can’t even imagine him a dick like yours. Even if he did somehow grow like you did, I wouldn’t care. I am your slut, James. You are my daddy. I don’t know what this is, and I don’t know why I feel like this, but I don’t care. I’m your woman. Your size queen slut, and yours is the only dick I want.”

Each new admission hurts Kendall more because each one is true. While she does love Jackson, and she does feel emotionally connected to him in spite of everything, she knows that this commitment is one where she cheats on him. She wants Jackson to be her husband, but she also wants him to be cucked. The only dick for her is attached to her abusive ex, and though she cannot comprehend logically why that is, she has no desires today to pretend otherwise.

Lips pinned to his crotch and slightly parted, Kendall continues kissing him until James moves out of her grasp. She then stands and follows him to the door. Soaked in his semen, she watches him go, waving as he climbs into his truck and pulls away. Alone, she stretches and sighs, breathing deep of his musk before she has to shower. She makes sure to do some work around the house so that she can wear his cum longer. In the past, Kendall would have absolutely hated being covered in semen. Wearing James’ now, however, feels not only right, but it feels good.

Before her shower, she checks the plug and teases herself with it. It is striking to her how quickly her body has adjusted. In the space of only a few days, James has stretched her out and prepared her for his dick. The pain is entirely gone, replaced by pleasure, though she feels certain that James will fix that. He will bring the pain back to her, and when he does, she will take the greatest pleasure possible in it.

After showering, Kendall stops to stare at her naked body in the mirror. Her breasts gleam, her nipples remain stiff. Even now, she can smell James in her hair and on her skin. She is marked by him, branded by his scent and his scalding hot semen. She thinks about James, thinks about how handsome she thinks he is and how tonight she will give him her asshole. She is excited for it, but she cannot ignore the truth. James is repugnant, and no amount of cock will fix that. When she spends time with him, however, she hardly notices how awful he is. It is only right now, in moments of solitude and reflection that she worries about how the lack of quality in the man compare or imbalance the perfection of his penis.

She flexes her ass cheeks and feels the plug filling her, and she realizes that even those moments are fading fast. Soon, she worries, she won’t even see how awful James is. All she will see is her big-dicked daddy and all the orgasms he gives her.

Later that day…

Kendall leaves home an hour or so after bringing Jackson and the girls home. In that time, she spends almost no time with her family. Instead, she preens in the bathroom, checking her body, making sure that she is perfect for James when she sees him. She makes sure to shower before leaving, and she wears baggy clothes over her near transparent tank-top and booty baring shorts.

She feels guilty that she is leaving her family at supper to go have her ass fucked by her ex, and this guilt surprises her by following her all the way to his house. Parked in front of his house, the house which she lived in as a teen, she stares at the front door and wonders when it became his house to begin with. She used to think of it as her mother’s house. It was still her mother’s house when she learned that he had been living there. Today, however, in this moment as she undresses in the car out-front of it, she knows the truth. There is nothing her mother owns that doesn’t secretly belong to James.

She strips the baggy sweater and sweat pants and then hurries up the stairs in the dipping summer sun. The hottest part of the day has passed, but the air is humid and suffocating. Sweat already forms in her cleavage. Her nipples show through her tank top, and her breasts bounce in her hurry. She stops at the door. Right now, she isn’t Jackson’s fiancé, nor is she mother. At this place, dress like she is, she is James’ size queen slut, and that is all she can be.

Knocking summons Oliver, who meets Kendall wearing pink lingerie and a pink-painted smile. Kendall smiles back and follows him up the stairs in the living room. There, she finds Paige and Allyson waiting, flanking James in lingerie of their own. Allyson is wearing something sheer and white that hugs her curves and shows her nipples. Paige wears red with garters. They have James’ dick out and are sharing him with their hands. He gleams in preparation, pre-lubed for conquest. Staring at him, at his dick, Kendall feels her asshole tingle in mixed anticipation and fear.

James sees her and grins. “You’re early.”

Seeing him smile, Kendall mirrors his smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The house stinks of him and of his musky semen. It is true, he owns this house, and he owns her whole family, too. She swallows. “I just couldn’t wait anymore.”

Hearing her, James falls into a body-shaking laughter. Beer in one hand and arms around his women, he appears to Kendall like a king on his throne. Both Paige and Allyson smile, too, giving quiet laughter beside him as they shower his neck and chests with kisses. They share his dick, but even between their two hands, James remains formidably large. Though she has been with James before, seeing his size difference compared to the hands of two different women really drives home to her how large he truly is.

James sips his beer. “Well, can’t fuck your ass if you’re wearing pants,” he says, and Kendall looks down her body and nods. She strips her shorts while Oliver crosses the room to grab the lubricant. When he returns, he applies some to his sister’s fingers and helps her remove the plug. Though embarrassed, Kendall allows it and, bending over and balance against the stair banister across the room from James, begins fingering her own asshole.

She moans as she does it, struck by how different her fingers feel from the dildo. They are living and limber, twisting and stretching her as she wriggles them about. They feel less full than the dildo but touch more places inside of her. Staring over her shoulder at James, she eyes his gleaming shaft with horrified fascination. Soon, he will be inside of her, stretching her wider than she has ever thought possible. She understands intellectually what will happen, but the reality of it still seems far-off and impossible to her. Looking at him, he just seems too damn big.

Once she feels adequately opened, Kendall stands and saunters over to him. She stops in front of James and stares at him on the couch. James stares back with two women stroking his turgid manhood, and his women regard Kendall, too. They are both impressed by her supple curves, the flare of her hips and the shape of her thick, womanly thighs. They are equally impressed with her large, pink nipples showing through her blouse and the swell of her areola atop her perky, D-cup breasts.

Leaning forward, James cups Kendall by the pussy and eases a finger inside of her hairless folds. Kendall gasps, surprised, and holds him by the wrist as her surprise turns to pleasure. She moans as she wets his thick finger.

“You ready for me, slut?”

Kendall nods. “Yes, daddy. I’m ready. I’m ready!”

Grinning, James removes his finger and sits back. His women return to stroking him, preparing him for the task at hand. “Then turn and show me.”

Whimpering, Kendall obeys. She turns her back on James and, as he requested, holds her cheeks apart so that he can stare at her most private places. Having already allowed him to insert multiple plugs and dildos into her asshole to stretch her out, she finds it strange how embarrassing it is to expose her stretched behind to him. Reaching back, however, she cups her plump ass cheeks and pulls them apart, revealing to him her hungry, gleaming asshole. In that embarrassment, she is surprised to find excited joy as she crests the final hill. The finish line is in sight and soon, she will pass that final threshold, and she will give James the last part of her. Her final hole.

James slaps her across the bottom and laughs. “Well, would you look at that. Hot damn, Kendall. Did you ever think you would let me fuck you in the ass?”

Sharp pain and pleasure mix with her pride and shame draw a moan from her pink lips. Kendall looks back at him over her shoulder, smoldering with want and need. “No, daddy. At least, not until you told me that you were going to do it.”

James squeezes her ass, cupping her hands as he does it. “And how do you feel about it now?”

Kendall bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling as she stares him in her cold blue eyes. She cannot let him know see her excitement. Her body is already betraying her. She cannot let her smile do it, too. “I’m glad,” she says after some thought, and she gazes at his improbable dick again. “I think you deserve it.”

James goes quiet as his women smile beside him. Momentarily stunned by her words, he grins after recovering and smacks her on the ass again. “Damn fucking straight I do!” Sitting back, he repositions himself on the couch, spreading his legs and hefting his big, hairy balls to show off. Paige and Allyson move, sitting on the far ends of the couch to give him room. They both know what is coming and what to expect, and they watch with open excitement as James steadies his gleaming cock. Kendall understands, too, but waits for her king’s decree like the loyal slut he has made her.

“Show me, Kendall. Shoe me what you think I deserve.” Lifting his balls, James looks her in the eyes and sneers. “Earn my cock.”

Kendall swallows. Staring at the darkened crevice of his ass, she turns. “Yes, daddy,” she purrs, and kneels at his feet and approaches on her knees. She holds him by the thighs at his powerful stench surrounds her, burying her face readily into the rancid cleft of his hairy asshole. His taste and smell combine against her in a toxic display of masculinity, but what repulses and disgusts her also arouses her in equal measure. She finds his asshole with her tongue and tastes him, teasing him as he hardens further with Paige and Allyson watching.

Paige leans forward to watch her daughter lapping at James’ asshole and laughs. “Wow, look at her go! That’s fucking disgusting!”

James smiles at the crass mother before giving his own laugh. “Told you she’s a shameless bitch.”

Allyson, watching from the other side, giggles as James strokes himself. She sees precum gather at his crown and spill down onto his shaft, smearing as his fingers touch it and spread it along his length. “But look how hard it makes you.”

“That is true,” says Paige, sitting up and staring at his dick fondly. She eyes his hairy balls, too, which rest heavily across Kendall’s forehead. She catches Kendall with her eyes closed, tonguing James. “I think she likes it almost as much as you do, James.”

Reaching down as he strokes himself, James cups Kendall’s head and holds her there. Her wet, slimy tongue tickles his anus again as it dances along his cheeks. Once satisfied, he lifts her, moving her smoothly into place to capture and nurse his testicles in her mouth. Kendall licks her way there and stares James in the face with a manic lust which only he can produce in her. James sneers.

“You fucking ready?”

Lips tight around his testicles, Kendall moans, and James slaps her across the face afterward.

“Then beg me, you slut. Beg me to fuck your stupid ass!”

Lips still against his hairy balls, Kendall slurps off of them and then showers his cock root in kisses. She is dizzy, confused, her mouth tasting like ass and her cheek stinging. She doesn’t even know what she wants, but she feels empty inside and knows that James is the only one who can fill her. She whines. “Please, James, please!”

Showering him with kisses, Kendall replaces his hands with her own. She strokes him and drools on him in open hunger, the taste and smell of the lubricant on his shaft replacing what she knows. She finds that she prefers his natural flavor to that of the synthetic strawberries he has been coated with. “Fuck me,” she whines. “Fuck my as, daddy! Fuck my asshole and ruin me with your big, hard cock!” She nearly has tears in her eyes as she begs him, she is so desperate and horny to be taken by him.

James, meanwhile, is so swollen he might burst. His eyes have a manic, animal delight as he lifts her by the hair and turns her around. “About fucking time,” he growls, and he pulls her toward him. Kendall plants her feet on the couch as he guides her and then lowers her big, bubble bottom onto his fat crown. She holds him and strokes him as he holds her ass cheeks parted. As she keeps him steady, he guides her into position, easing her onto his dick with a firm grip on her ass.

They do it slowly, James holding her by the rear and Kendall swallowing him an inch at a time. Even with all the effort he put into stretching her, James’ fat shaft stretches her further still. It doesn’t hurt, though, as his length sems to awakening her nerve endings to a burning pleasure which fills her as his shaft burrows into her depths. She takes him smoothly and with concentrated care, and soon she has him to the root, his balls at rest against her loins.

There, she bounces on him in small strokes. The pain she expected is instead manifested by a pleasant fullness. The closest thing she can think to articulate it as is like shitting in reverse. It gives her the same relief as she rides him, but the relief comes from the warmth of his enormous cock stretching her and filling her bowels.

Leaning forward, Kendall braces against James’ knees for balance as she climaxes on him. Her whole body shakes as saliva runs from her lips. Pleasure unlike any she has ever known before claws through her, blurring her vision as she stares at her brother watching her. She hears something and sees flashes all around her as her family and Allyson take photos of her riding James.

Behind her, James moves his big, rough hands from her ass to hold her by the hips. “Holy fucking shit, Kendall. I can’t fucking believe you took me to the root.” He flexes inside of her, causing her to moan. “Fuck, I think your ass was built for big cock.”

Nodding and drooling, Kendall groans as she sits on James’ meaty spear. “For your big cock, daddy.”

James smacks her on the ass again while she rests on him. “Damn fucking straight. Ain’t never let your cuck anywhere near here, have you, slut?”

Kendall, recovering, giggles and wipes her mouth with her right hand. She flexes her ass, tightening around him as she smiles. Then, rolling her hips on him, she coos. “Mm. No, daddy. I’ve never let anyone back there before. Only you.”

“Then I’ma be the first one to seed your ass, ain’t I?”

Kendall nods and purrs. Closing her eyes, she feels him thickening inside of her with each new admission. Slowly, she begins to ride him. “Oh, God, and I look forward to it!”

Seizing her by the hips again, James drags her along his cock. Kendall moves as guided, her legs weak from the pleasure and barely able to support her. He lifts her on his dick, almost to half his length, and then lets her fall on him. His fat cock bludgeons its way through her, and Kendall comes again while James manhandles her ass. Smacking her bottom again, and leaving a large, red handprint on her quaking flesh, he growls. “Then fucking ride me, slut!”

Kendall whines in response. “Yes, daddy,” she wails, and she adjusts her footing. Squatting on him, Kendall resumes bouncing but this time with wider strokes. It is different from vaginal sex but not at all unpleasant to her. As she stretches around James, she finds that the fullness remains but the difficulty subsides. She is well-lubricated and ready for this, and soon she is riding him with familiarity and flexing around him with her eyes closed as she gushes with pleasure.

James watches her plump ass jiggle on each down stroke. He watches her stretch around him, astonished by the pleasure she is taking. For years, he had asked her to do this. For years, he had watched her pulling away. James was a big man, and he was not particularly smart. He had lived a long, hard life and came to hard conclusions. Kendall was always too good for him, and they both knew it. They both were waiting for her to leave. Now, she is back, though, and she belongs to him.

Knowing this, James growls as shoves Kendall forward. She falls breathlessly, her body shaking as she lands on her hands and knees on the floor. Kendall hardly has time to gain her bearings before James pins her face to the floor and smacks her across ass. Soon, he is inside of her again, and he falls into her with his full weight as she screams and wails into the carpet. Her body hurts as it contorts from the force of the impact, but the hard slap of his balls against her pussy is enough to offset the discomfort.

All around them, their audience gasps. Paige, watching from the couch with her phone up, laughed from the side. “Oh shit! He’s taking charge!” Allyson, meanwhile, leans forward to snap a photo of James’ thick cock stretching Kendall’s swollen, red sphincter. Oliver records and moves around to catch the action as James holds Kendall by the hips and pistons into her. Kendall’s only response is to brace against the floor as she is hammered hard from behind.

The sex is rough and without remorse, exactly how Kendall wants it. She fears that she will not be able to walk for days afterward, but she also feels certain that it is what she deserves. She and James are not lovers, and she has no illusions of affection between them. James is punishing her, degrading her, ruining her for Jackson and for anyone else who might come along after him. He is corrupting her, and she is enjoying it. When he manhandles her and hurts her, it justifies her obedience, and that frees her to indulge in their mutual carnal pleasures.

Her breasts bounce and slap the floor as James hammers her from above and behind. Kendall holds her ass up for him and whines through her orgasms. The pain has faded now, kept at bay by the rough pleasure she is getting in its place. Later, she will feel it, but that is a concern for then. For now, all she knows is rapture as she lies in a growing puddle of her own drool, yelping his praises between orgasms.

“Yes! Fuck me, James! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck my slut ass! It’s yours! It’s all yours! Your ass! Fuck me all you want! Fuck me whenever you want! It’s so good, daddy! You’re so big, so big inside of me! I’m yours, daddy! I’m your slut! I’m your slave! I’m just a hole for your cock! Fuck me and seed me, daddy! Fuck me and fill me with your hot, hot cum!”

Swelling inside of her, James growls and fucks her harder. Kendall whines, her cheek dragging across the carpet as the force of his thrusts knocks her forward. His movements grow jerky behind her, and everyone can feel the tension in the air as he thickens. Collectively, they hold their breath as James bellows. Reaching forward, he seizes her by the shoulder as he curses and, pulsing, he floods her bowels. Kendall, now lifted, whines as James’ hot semen floods her virgin inside. Her ass cheeks are crushed against his hairy pelvis, and she flexes around him, milking him into her rear.

Kendall comes, too, deafening and definingly. She whimpers through her climax, panting and drooling, clawing at the carpet like a dog. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as a new warmth spreads through her. It is different from vaginal sex, but it is good and satisfying in a new, dangerous, painful sort of way. James leaves her full, his semen packed deep in her bowels and held in place, plugged up by his thick, throbbing dick. When he withdraws, he slaps his spent cock down across her back and holds her by the waist to keep her from collapsing onto the floor.

Looking at Oliver’s camera, James barks. “Livvie! Get me the fucking dildo and bring it here!”

Oliver hurries, fetching James the largest dildo there and bringing it to James. James takes it from him and eases it back into Kendall’s stretched asshole. Her sphincter, which had been trying to close without James there to keep it open, stretches to accommodate it. Kendall moans as his semen is then trapped inside of her.

James laughs breathlessly, his big gut bulging, his body wet with sweat. Behind him, Allyson and Paige are busy snapping photos. “Something to remember me by, slut.”

Kendall laughs and flexing around the dildo, holding it in place. She is still stretched from his intrusion and has to make an effort to keep it in place. Hopefully, her body’s surprising elasticity will see her a quick recovery. James drops her onto the floor, and Kendall is quick to scramble up onto her hands and knees to turn and meet him. Without speaking, she sucks James’ spent cock into her mouth, tasting herself on him and mewling with pleasure as she does. She stares him in the eyes as Oliver records with a smile behind her.

Staring down at her, a smile on his face, James shoves her hair out of her face. Her big, juicy bottom is red from the fucking. Like him, she glistens with sweat. “Shit,” he whispers. “You’re fucking shameless, ain’t you?”

Kendall winks at him. “Mmhmm.” She bobs her head along his length, sucking him as she stares him in the eyes. Then, closing her eyes, she chokes herself on him as a show of loyalty and arousal. He tastes like ass and strawberries. Gradually, she tastes him and rewarded for her efforts. She sucks the remaining sperm from his dick before being pulled off of him. Then, she is allowed to bury her nose into his pubic hair and breathe him in.

She groans. “Oh, God, daddy! It was so good! It was so fucking good!”

James smiles, patting her head. “You? You liked it?”

Kendall kisses his pubic hair. “I did,” she whispers, and she kisses his cock root and the underside of his shaft. “I’ve waited my entire life for that.” She kisses his balls. “And it was worth it. Thank you.” She kisses his shaft again, licking him, tasting another part of him which needs to be cleaned. “Thank you. Thank you so much for fucking my ass, daddy. I loved it. I loved every single inch of it.” She sucks him back into her mouth again, choking on him, desperate to finish the job she started.

Withdrawing his spent but impressive length, James rubs his crown along Kendall’s lips and face while coos and kisses at him. Then, lifting himself by the hilt, he slaps his dick down across her face while the others continue to take pictures. Cupping her head, he drags her to his balls. “And are you gonna let me fuck your ass again, Kendall?”

Kendall giggles with his testicles in her mouth. Releasing one with a wet slurp, she suckles the other, thoughtless save for the thick warmth of his semen in her. The tastes his sweat on her tongue and kisses her way to his cock root and his fingers, and she mewls like an animal against him. “Mm. Yes, daddy. You can fuck me wherever you want. My mouth. My pussy. My ass. Every inch of me is yours to use. I’m your size queen slut, and I’ll do anything for your big fat cock.”

Laughing, James smacks her across the cheek with his cock. “You really will,” he says, and he feeds her his crown before throwing her to the ground.

Oliver helps Kendall stand and walks her to the guest bathroom. They rinse her face, which is where most of the mess was left after he seeded her. Kendall checks the plug to make sure it is snug inside of her and then decides to keep it inside of her. She will have to drain it eventually, but for now she wants to take it home with her. She wants to remember, and she wants to stay his slut just a little bit longer.

After that, she returns to her car and dresses before driving home. That night, she sits in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet as his semen oozes out of her. It feels like a loss to her, like the true her is leaking out of her ass and into the toilet water. She comforts herself by fingering the semen out of her bottom, and she climaxes to the thought that if she begs properly, James will replace it for her very, very soon.

Months Earlier…

James had something good in Paige, and he knew it. She was loyal to him, dedicated to him. Sometimes, he thought she even loved him, and he rewarded that love with rough sex and degradation, just like she liked. Sometimes, he felt they stood on equal footing. Sometimes, she pushed back with a playful grin, but his dick always settled the matter. James was the queen, and Paige was quickly becoming his dedicated and very satisfied queen.

This was revenge for James, though, and while he enjoyed the fringe benefits, he was not contented with her. He had already made it clear that Paige was just one small part of a larger plan meant to punish Kendall and Jackson both. To that end, he picked his next target and decided to make himself be known.

James had met Allyson only a few times before. She had come over to study with Kendall, and she had left early after she caught James leering at her enormous breasts. At the time, James had never seen anything like them. He was a normal man about to be stolen from, and though he was just as angry, he wasn’t equipped to do anything about it. Now, James could do to Allyson all the things he wanted to do to her before.

Kendall didn’t make friends easily. She was an exacting person, demanding and expecting of perfection. James never stood a chance, and she didn’t pretend that he did. They fought all the time. When she brought a friend home, James was surprised but he didn’t expect it to last long. Kendall was lonely, though, and she was frightened. Looking back, James realized that she was just building her escape route.

Before she left, James had kept Kendall through isolation. Like most abusers, his threats of physical violence only worked so long. After a time, one beating just led to another, and they became a blur. Escalation threatened to bring it all apart, because their small town would allow some violence, but everyone drew the line somewhere. He wanted to keep her, not break her.

James used isolation after that. It wasn’t hard to do. Kendall’s already demanding personality kept people at bay, and her past traumas kept her closed off. Already having a daughter closed her off from her peers, giving her responsibilities they didn’t understand and keeping her busy and trapped.  All James had to do was apply pressure and add a baby. With two children and James there to threaten her, he thought she would have no easy way out.

Then, she brought Allyson home one day, and everything changed. For James now, it was just as much about revenge as isolation. This time, however, he wanted to isolate her from the outside in. Using his big cock and the power that came with it, he planned to take away all of her allies, to make her alone with Jackson before he came in and punished her for her sins. He planned to fuck Allyson into submission, to punish her with his cock just like he would someday punish Kendall, and to use them both for his pleasure when he later got the chance.

Kendall had taken everything from James, and so James would take her life away from her as restitution.

James pulled his truck up to the small apartment complex where Allyson lived. He knew it from following Kendall there. It was small and brown with little to recommend it, but their town was small and brown, too. There weren’t many options for tutors and students. As he eyed her door, James wondered if Allyson would remember him. Kendall was deeply ashamed of every part of him and hid him from the world just as much as he hid her.

From his memory of her, Allyson is a beautiful woman with dark hair, bright blue eyes, and thick curves. She has freckles across her face and her fair skin and a curvaceous figure which seemed to draw James’ eyes the one time he saw her. He remembers her breasts, in particular, were impossibly huge, well-suited to match his own enormous organ. At the time, she had worn a lowcut blue top with a dark blue cardigan over it, and after catching him staring, she pulled the cardigan over her bosom to hide herself from him.

Allyson was thicker than Paige and Kendall both, but those curves were exciting to James, who was eager to see how supple she really was. He climbed from his truck and went to her door with his heart racing. Inside, she was waiting for him, though she had no idea that today would be the beginning of an entirely new chapter of her life.

For her own part, Allyson was busy studying. She, like Kendall, was finishing college. Unlike Kendall, she was a few years older and a few years behind. Allyson was never a very good student. She was organized and hardworking, but she didn’t have the brain for it. That was how she met Kendall, and that is what they bonded over. She and Kendal would get together to study, and they often did it at Allyson’s apartment after the leers that James had given her.

When Kendall had been desperate to leave, Allyson was quick to help her. James made Allyson uncomfortable, and she had only spent an hour or so in a house with him. She couldn’t imagine living alone with him or raising children with him. Allyson liked Kendall, and she saw a way to elevate herself by playing the rescuer. She did the same when she introduced Kendall to Jackson, viewing herself as matchmaker. Allyson liked intervening in people’s lives. She liked to feel like she was doing something good with her time.

She was in the middle of her work when she heard a knock at her door. She checked her phone to see if her boyfriend had text her, but he had not, so she stood from her desk reluctantly and went to answer the door. It was her day off from work, but her apartment was snug despite the cold weather outside. She wore a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans. They didn’t accentuate her curves, but with a body like hers it was hard to hide them. Her breasts seemed to bounce when she breathed, so she swore that each step threatened to knock a tooth out.

When she answered the door and found James waiting, she went wide-eyed. The move had been harrowing and done as quickly as possible for fear of him returning. Even with Jackson and Allyson’s own boyfriend there, Kendall had been terrified of this big man returning, and standing before him now, Allyson could see why. She didn’t remember him being so big when she saw him last, but then, he had been sitting down.

She swallowed the fear in her gut to manage a soft, squeaking, “James?”

James gave a crooked smile in return, and it didn’t show in his eyes as he filled her doorframe. “Hey there, slut. Glad to see you remembered me.” He entered her apartment with a slap across her cheek and then dragged her away from the door by the hair. The blow had knocked her silent and left a big, red handprint across her face. Throwing her to the floor, James closed the door behind him and locked it for good measure. Then, he stood over her leering.

Paige and Kendall were both tall women, though they were short relative to him. Allyson was short relative to almost anyone in the room. Her height made her curves more dramatic but also gave her a boxy, almost fat sort of appearance when she was fully dressed. On the floor, holding her cheek, however, she only looked powerless.

James stuffed his hands into his pockets and frowned. “I guess you know why I’m here?”

Allyson scrambled back while staring at him, her body shaking with fear. Her apartment wasn’t very big, and James was in front of the only exit. There were two more doorways which she could duck into and hide, but the one nearest to her was the kitchen, and it didn’t have a door. James stood in front of the bedroom door, blocking it with his big, imposing frame.

He took a step closer, and she looked at him. “Stop! I don’t…I don’t know why you’re here. I have no idea! Please!”

James grinned down at her, but his expression didn’t soften. It was a baboon’s grin.  He enjoyed her fear, and though he knew little about how he could make women obey, his success with Paige gave him confidence that he could figure Allyson out. “Then I’ll tell you,” he said, and he caught her by the legs and dragged her to him.

He dragged Allyson to the couch and then used her hair to lift her to her knees. There, he threw her onto the couch. She landed heavily, her big butt pointed at him, and as she turned, James straddled her and pinned her to the couch with his legs parted around her womanly torso. “I’m here to get what I’m owed,” he said, and with a growl in his voice, he added, “And I’ll get it by force if I have to!”

Allyson stammered, a deer in the headlights. She had remembered everything Kendall told her about James, and though she had thought him a creep, she couldn’t imagine even half of it to be true. Staring up into his cold, hateful eyes, her cheek still stinging from the impact of his rough hand, Allyson realized a harsh and guilt-inducing truth—every word of it had been honest.

Still stammering, Allyson echoed him absently until she is smacked into silence. “What you are owed? James, I don’t—Ow!”

His big hand quieted her and left her cheek red. Straddling her, he hooked his fingers in her blouse and ripped it open with a tug. He held her in place by the shoulder with his free hand and, as her blouse came open, he stared, ignoring her shouts of pain as he removed the fabric from her torso. Her big breasts swayed and bounced, jiggling hypnotically as he stripped her by force. “You don’t know my ass,” he growled, and he stood over her with a grin. “That’s fine. You’ll learn soon enough.”

Towering over her and laughing he removed his belt and undid his pants while she watched him in fascinated fright. She wanted to flee, to fight him, but the sting in her cheek kept her still, and the threat of further violence kept her quiet. When his pants came over, however, she felt a tickle of want and a hint of arousal behind it as she spied him through his briefs. James was more than she expected, more than she thought possible, and when his briefs came down, she was left speechless.

Allyson dated a boy named James as well, a James Creek. He was a big man, a bit oafish, with glasses and a fat body. He was not attractive, but he was loyal and good, and though she did not enjoy the sex she had with him, she did have sex with him. He, like every man she had been with, had not been quite good enough for her but had been good enough for her to control. This James was not someone she could control. She knew that before, and she had the thought cemented into her brain as she eyed his gargantuan cock.

Though not fully erect, James remained impossibly large and thick by Allyson’s standards, and as he came to straddle her, he slapped dick down against her exposed, undulating cleavage. Staring down at him, Allyson was struck by how well his dick’s size matched her own endowments and felt a grin teasing at her lips, though she withheld it. Staring up at him, she felt awed and afraid until he repositioned himself and brought his dick down across her face.

His length obscured her vision, blocking one eye and leaving only one more to stare up at him. Though his dick was warm and pungent across her face, she felt nothing but cold hatred in his stare. He smiled at her like a wild animal, threatening to break her and consume her for his nourishment. She was powerless, and in that powerlessness, she began to feel the tide turning. The waterline receded as a tidal wave of primal, animal arousal came hurtling toward her.

James frowned at her. “You and your faggot little boyfriend were there helping when Kendall moved out, weren’t you? You helped her pack up everything I had, everything I owned with her, my entire god damn fucking life. You helped her take my girls, my fucking daughters, and run away to start a new life and play house with some fucking cuck.”

Realizing his hurt, and realizing her sin, Allyson didn’t feel guilt but fear. It was a bulwark against the coming storm, but she knew that it would not be enough to stop it. “James,” she said quickly. “We didn’t know. I didn’t know. She didn’t tell anyone that she would start dating Jackson right away, and she used to tell us these awful…”

Another smack and silence afterward. This time, James used his dick to quiet her, and the sudden degradation of it was offset by the arousal which was sweeping over her. It hurt, but the pain it caused her only served to swell the storm, not to stop it. Finally, afterward, it hit, and Allyson had her first orgasm with him. It was small comparative to what would come, to what he promised, but it was the downpour she feared. From there, everything would change.

With James at rest against her face, Allyson found her feeling slowly shifting. Every breath she took smelled like him, a powerful, suffocating scent that burned her nostrils without being unpleasant. She struggled against it, choked against it, coughed as his powerful, masculine musk filled her head and her lungs. Each breath found a new, pulsing, burning wave of arousal spreading through her. Even as she stared him in his cold blue eyes, Allyson found herself weak and wanting in his presence, and while she would not be a willing participant in her own rape, she wouldn’t resist him, either.

With her blouse open and her large, pale breasts exposed, James was free to grope her. He grabbed her right breast with one of his big, rough hands, squeezing it hard through her bra. He had a workman’s hands, roughened from years of work on cars, and though he pawed at her carelessly like a wild animal, Allyson was astonished to find how well her breast fit to his palm. No one could hold her like that, not even her boyfriend.

“Shit,” James laughed, and he reached out to smack her other breast with his free hand. Allyson winced and moaned in response. “I ain’t never seen tits this big before, except in porn. The fuck you wearing?”

Allyson panted. His dick was warm against her face, and her breasts throbbed from the contact. He was hurting her, but the pain was subtle, buried behind an encroaching and consuming pleasure. “EE,” she whispered in response.

Caught off guard, James laughs loud and reaches back to smack her tit again as he swelled against. Growing fatter and longer, he rose slowly from her cheek, and Allyson stared at him in shocked arousal as he did. It seemed impossible that he could grow larger since he was already so big, but seeing was believing, and believing made her pussy ache. “Well damn,” he growled. “Looks like I got even more reason to fuck you, then.”

Repositioning himself, James lowered his briefs to show off his heavy balls as he stroked himself. He placed his testicles over her parted lips, his hair tickling her face as his pungent, musky aroma surrounded her again. She had grown accustomed to the smell until he forced it upon her, and as he nearly sat on her face, he stroked himself to his full length. “Now, you go ahead and put them pink lips to work and suck my balls.”

Allyson moaned. With her lips already parted, she could find no reason to disobey. She tasted him, exploring him with her tongue first before opening her mouth wider to suck him inside. His flavor was powerful, like his scent, but deeply satisfying. Drunk on him, she mewled like an animal as she salivated on his testicles, powerless to stop him and no longer certain that she wanted him to be stopped.

James’ flavor was familiar and deeply masculine. Allyson had sucked her boyfriend’s dick recently, and she had even nursed his balls before. She recognized the taste of sweaty men on James but had never enjoyed it before. Something primal seized her now, however, and made her suckle his balls with intoxicated want. She mewled around him and held the eyes open to watch him stroke himself. Then, seeing his full length, she compared this James to her own James and almost laughed at the comparison. One was clearly bigger and better in every way.

Tasting him, drinking deeply of his hairy balls, Allyson wondered how Kendall could ever have brought herself to leave. She had heard the stories, and though she had barely lived them, she already gave him for the repeated blows he had left across her cheeks only moments before. Buried in his crotch and choking on his balls, Allyson felt not only at home there, but she felt happy to serve him however he wanted. More than that, she was quickly coming to find his brutish features handsome with each moment spent suckling his testicles.

Still stroking himself, James cackled down at her before removing his balls from her wet mouth. Her lips are wet with her saliva as she stared up at him panting. “Taste good,” he asked, and Allyson whined and nodded, licking her lips and puckering them afterward in hopes of having his balls back. James grinned down at her in his primal, crooked away and held himself by the root, making his already gargantuan cock look even larger as he flattened his pubic hair. “Do you want more?”

Allyson, eyes glossy with want, bit her bottom lip and moans. “Mm. If you do.”

James hovered there, staring down at her in surprised awe. He barely knew her, and she hardly knew him, but he could tell that she was being honest. She would do whatever he asked. He pretended to think it was the majesty of his cock, but he knew fear played into it. She had clearly enjoyed sucking his balls, but she was afraid of what his mighty, mammoth meat would do to her. He was sure that he out-measured any other men she had ever known, and he knew that she was appraising him, trying to determine what sort of damage he could do to her.

James smiled now. It amused him to hold his dick over her, casting a long, thick shadow across her pretty, saliva soaked face. Her cheek was red where he had smacked her, and she had a pubic hair in her mouth. She didn’t dare to remove it and instead swallowed it with a tickle of arousal teasing her as she did so. James throbbed.

Lowering himself again, James positions himself on her tits so that his cock is lined up with her face. Taking hold of himself by the root, James slaps her hard across the face with his heavy manhood and watches her wince from the blow. “Your faggot-ass boyfriend got a dick like mine?”

Allyson stared at his massive dick only inches from her cheek in fascinated fear. “N-No,” she whimpered.

Holding himself to her cheek, James stroked his hard, burning dick against her face. The heat from his shaft pulsed into her, easing the pain it had just caused. “He even half as big as mine?”

Still wincing, Allyson peeked again. It was hard to compare. James’ big hands made his enormous dick look almost normal. She shook her head afterward. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “But you’re much, much bigger, I know that.” She looked him in the eyes and tried out a brief smile, and she was surprised by how well it fit her face even when frightened. “I’ve never seen anyone or anything like you before, James.”

James laughed, and Allyson’s smile lingered. “Good answer, slut.” Lifitng his dick, James wagged it in front of her eyes, and she followed it with open interest. “You wanna see me come?”

Allyson hesitated, blushed, and smiled before nodding. “Yes,” she whispered.

Stilling rubbing himself along her cheek, James shifted his weight and leaned forward, forcing her face into his dark, thick pubic hair. Allyson breathed deeply of his scent, like she had earlier, and when offered his testicles, she took to sucking them again with a purr. “Your boyfriend ever treat you like a slut?”

“Mm. No,” she whispered between swipes of her tongue. She was licking his balls, kissing them, showing them more affection than she had ever given a man before. “Mm. He’s—mm—a good man, but he isn’t very handsome. So, he would never—mm—he would never take the chance at upsetting me.”

Holding his dick with one hand, James smacked her with the other. “You don’t seem upset to me,” he said, and Allyson mewled in response.

In many ways, Allyson reasoned, the two James were similar. Both were tall, heavy set me with blue eyes. Her James wore glasses and lacked the muscle on his arms and shoulders, but what he lacked in muscular, he made up for in kindness and loyalty. Considering that, however, Allyson could not deny the truth she just heard. As kind as he was, her own James lacked the strength of will to dominate her. This James, however, was dominating her by force, and that made only made him more attractive to her.

Taking hold of her hair, James moved again, dragging his dick along her lips. Allyson licked him while staring him in the eyes, ending with a kiss on the crown. It was an act of pragmatic submission. Staring up at him, she found him staring back with a chimp-grin, his thick precum oozing from his crown and gathering on her lips. She tasted it experimentally and nearly came on the spot.

Reaching down, James seizes her by the bra center, where the cups meet. His fingers linger in her cleavage while his big dick swings. The grin fades, replaced by hunger and anger, two emotions that look almost identical on James’ cruel, cruel face. “You took my entire family from me. You know that? My kids. My girl.” Holding her by one shoulder, he yanks, snapping her bra apart and allowing her breasts to tumble out. They sway gently and fall to one side, moving with the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Allyson’s pink nipples are noticeably swollen and standing long on her large areola. “Time to make it up to me.”

Allyson nods before being taken by the hair. James moves her, repositioning her on the couch before pinning her again. He held her in place with his big body again, straddling her as he slapped his thick cock down between her massive tits. Then, taking her by the hands, he guides her tiny palms into place to hold her breasts around him. Together, they sandwich his dick in her breasts, and seeing this, Allyson has to admit that the two of them do seem well-suited for each other.

She stared up at James then, too frightened to move despite her arousal. She had to use her arms to contain her massive breasts and hug them around his shaft and, with James’ guidance, began twisting and writhing to stroke him. James met her with forward strokes of his own, thrusting into her cleavage and driving his sticky crown up into her face. His thrusts were unruly and violent, leaving sticky precum across her chin and lips. It felt to her like he was marking her, and it left her more willing each with stroke.

Forcing one big hand into her head, James moved her again. He pinned her head to the couch at an odd angle that allowed him to thrust cleanly into her lips. Slapping her again with his other hand, James growled, “Open that fucking mouth of yours to keep my cock wet. It don’t feel good if your tits are dry!”

Lips parted, Allyson choked out an apology and obeyed. She held her mouth open and tried to suck him on each forward stroke but mostly had her throat jabbed. His cock was large, and she found it a struggle to get her lips around him, but her body seemed to defy geometry for him. She fold her lips over her teeth to keep from biting him and extended her tongue like a carpet for his cock. It worked as her jaw seemed to stretch to accommodate, and his abuse elft her cheeks ruby as wet saliva gathered on him and mixed with his precum.

Soon, Allyson’s pale cleavage grew shiny with their combined fluids. James thrusts were wide and hard, spreading their alchemical mixture as he hammered her bosom. It allowed him to pick up speed as he lubricated the channel between her breasts, and Allyson found that the hot rigidity of his shaft made up for the chaffing his pubic hair caused. In fact, she found that being used by him like a masturbation tool actually stirred butterflies in her belly, and though she couldn’t understand why, she did know that this was the best sex of her life.

James knew and watched her with a cocky grin. When he had dominated Paige, he had already put plans into place to dominate Allyson, too. Reaming her mouth was just the beginning, but the speed with which both women fell was a bit astonishing and very intoxicating. She choked on him and offered him her body with little to no resistance. Staring up at him with big, blue eyes, she seemed just as fascinated as she was horrified by him, and the journey of his cock from the depths of her cleavage and into her mouth was aggressive and mesmerizing for them both.

By that point, James was drunk on power. Like Paige and Kendall before her, Allyson was beautiful. She was thicker than either woman, but she wore that weight in bountiful, feminine curves. Her large breasts and wide hips only made her more attractive to him and gave her proportions fitting to be a slut for his bull cock. James throbbed as he fucked her tits, and he swelled fatter, too.

As he fucked her cleavage, James took to smacking her across the breasts. Allyson whimpered and adjusted her grip to keep her bosom contained. His big hands hurt her, but she was too frightened and horny to speak against it. His size and scent had overwhelmed her, and the heat of his shaft as it slid between her tits was all she could focus on. There was hate in his eyes, but it was muted by the lust they felt for each other.

James laughed. “Bet you didn’t expect this when you moved that cunt out! Bet you didn’t expect that I’d come here and give you your just fucking desserts, huh, you fucking heifer. Well, guess what! You take my cum rag, then you take her place, you fucking got it?”

Allyson moaned. Lips parted, she licked him on each forward stroke. James braced against the wall with both hands and wheezed above her as he hammered the underside of her breasts, and she hugged herself around him with her arms, moving with clumsy strokes to meet his thrusts. When she didn’t respond, James slowed to slap across the cheek and then pinned her head to the couch with a palm to her forehead. “I asked you a fucking question. You’re taking Kendall’s place now, slut. Do you fucking understand that?”

James had stopped fucking her breasts, but Allyson was too dick-drunk to realize. She stroked him with full-bodied movements, licking his crown where she could and moaning at the flavor. On a primal, she felt possessed by him and existed for his pleasure. Staring into his cold blue eyes with her own lust-glazed yes, she felt enthralled by him as she tongued his crown. “Mm. Yes, James. I understand. I understand completely!”

James groaned in response. “Then get fucking ready, cause I’m close to nutting, and when I do, you’re mine. I’ma’ drown you in my cum and ruin you for any other man!”

Allyson, lips parted, moaned. “Yes, James. Do it. Cover me!” She stared at James hammered her breasts. His massive crown appeared, shiny and red, leaking precum in the valley of her bosom. He hardened against her, and she felt his breathing change. His thrusts grew unsteady, erratic, and she choked as he thrust forward with his urethra opened and spewing. Allyson smiled around him in animal satisfaction at having brought such ha big man to climax with her breasts.

James came hard and nearly drowned her with a single shot. His first rope hit her across the face and then filled her throat with his jelly-thick semen. The warmth and flavor hit her and sent waves of pleasure through her entire body. She came for him as he came on her, and she found herself even more enamored by the end. James, meanwhile, fucked her cleavage throughout, leaving ropes of semen between her breasts and across her belly. Face caught the bulk of it, though, as did her open mouth and extended tongue.

Withdrawing, James stroked the last few ribbons of semen onto her before feeding her his spent crown. Allyson sucked him eagerly, taking to the task on instinct without consciously understanding what she was doing or how she took pleasure in it. He straddled her, swaying over her as his heavy dick filled her mouth, and she stared up at him in awed want while wearing a mask of his thick semen.

When finally finished, James fell sideways onto her couch, landing with a harrumph and leaving his hairy legs on her. Allyson was on her back, soaked with semen and still holding her breasts together. She was afraid to move, afraid to dislodge any of his warm sperm. For that moment at least, she wanted to luxuriate in it, to be his loyal, thoughtless slut.

Using his foot, James shoved her face. “You got any beer, slut?”

Allyson, throat thick with semen, nodded slowly. James shoved her tits next.

“Then get me one before you clean up.” He sighed. “I need time to recharge before I go and fuck you.”

A shiver went up Allyson’s spine as the thought of his dick filled her again. It frightened her to think what he could do with that monster, but she stood quickly and rushed to the kitchen to fetch him a beer. He didn’t like what he had and told her as much with a sharp strike across the ass, but he did like her pussy when he used it later. She kept it neatly trimmed and found it messy and wet.

James fucked her hard and left her full of cum before he left. On his way out, he ordered her to take care of her pussy hair, and Allyson promised to do just that. After he was gone, she went for a shower and opened her windows to clear her head. Her boyfriend asked to come over, and she refused him, saying she was busy. Then, she spent the night alone with a sore pussy and an active mind. By midnight, she had fingered herself to thoughts of James.