“I’m sure there were others, those are just the ones he told me about.”
“Did he just whip it out for them too?”
“Not sure about most of them, but Mrs. Sinclair and I have coffee regularly and I told her about his gift, and one day when he was fixing her air conditioning she offered her services, and your father is never one to deny a hungry woman her cock fix,” she explained.
“He is a generous man,” I said sarcastically.
“That he is,” she smiled, hearing my sarcasm but choosing to ignore it.
“So I should just whip it out in front of any of those women?”
“It would likely have the effect you desire,” she said. “I mean, I know Mrs. Sinclair would suck that cock in an instant and then beg you to fuck her.”
“She still has sex?” I asked.
“She’s insatiable,” she informed me. “I dine on her pussy at least once a week, and sometimes I find a delicious creampie waiting for me.”
“No way,” I said.
“What, I can’t eat cunt?” she asked, smiling at me.
“No, you can eat all the cunt you want,” I said, “I just can’t fathom Mrs. Sinclair as a slut.”
“Like I told you yesterday, every woman has an inner slut, many just don’t fulfill that side of themselves.”
“Well, I need to get going,” I said with a sigh, “School.”
“You have time for one more morning deposit, don’t you?” she asked demurely.
“How can I say no?” I smiled, as I slid my cock back in her eager, expert mouth.
At lunchtime, unable to focus on learning, besides which I seldom learned anything new anyway, Harvard would likely be more challenging, I decided to do my own learning. My problem was, I couldn’t decide who I wanted to test my whip-it-out experiment with. I drove home and decided to walk next door to Mrs. Dieks, as she was already one of my fantasies, and was my Dad’s slut already. I went to my room, looked outside and was happy to see she was in a bikini on her back, her nice big tits calling to me.
A confidence brimming inside me from my recent sexual encounters and buying into my Dad’s big, fat cock theory, I changed into swimming trunks, walked over to her house and strolled into her backyard. Her eyes were closed as she baked in the sun. I startled her by saying, “You’d better not fall asleep in this sun.”
She jumped slightly and said, “Oh hi, Kevin.”
“I just came over to apologize for my parents,” I said, before adding, “especially my Dad.”
“Oh, why?” she asked.
“Well, they were acting like teenagers last Sunday having sex outside, and they were quite loud,” I explained.
“Oh, that’s no big deal,” she dismissed it as if it were commonplace.
“Well, my Dad also threatened Mr. Dieks with fucking you,” I said bluntly, thinking bluntness and swearing might speed up this process… patience is not a skill I possess.
“He did, did he?” she asked, obviously not surprised.
“Yes, he implied he’s fucked you before,” I continued before asking, “Is that true?”
“Kevin, that’s a very inappropriate question,” she said, clearly surprised at this sudden turn.
Deciding it was now or never, I jumped right in with, “What was inappropriate was that Dad made a commitment he couldn’t follow through on,” as I pulled down my trunks to reveal my hard, big, fat cock. I then added, as she gasped in shock at what I’d just done, “but I can.”
“Kevin!” was all she could muster as she stared at my cock.
“Mrs. Dieks, I only have twenty minutes before I have to get back to school,” I said, as I held my cock in my hand and waved it towards her face, “so if you want this cock, we don’t have time for any feigned resistance. Now get sucking.”
She was completely stunned, yet her eyes never left my cock, never looked up at me. I wasn’t sure if her stunned look was because of the size of my cock or my sudden demand, but she was filled with indecision.
I said, “And yes, in case you’re measuring me up, I’m bigger than my Dad.”
“Kevin, we can’t do this,” she said, her words saying no, but the lust in her eyes and her lack of moving away saying yes.
I sighed, “Slut, we both know you’re going to suck it, we both know you need to have it between those pretty sucking lips of yours, so stop pretending you’re a dignified woman. You’re a slut, sauntering out back in this skimpy bikini, tempting me all this time. You’ve wanted me to come over and use you like the next-door MILF slut you are; now suck it or I’ll give this big, fat cock to someone else.”
After a slight delay where she was obviously fighting herself, she sighed, and said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
As she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, I moaned and said, “Yes, you can. You’re a proven cock sucker for big-cocked Walsh men.”
She, of course, didn’t respond since she had a big mouthful of cock, so I just stood there and enjoyed the fruits of my natural gift… the evidence that my big, fat cock could control a woman.
“In case you didn’t notice, I’m bigger than my father,” I pointed out again. I’m really not the confident, suave man-of-the-world you may think I am, so you may pity the braggart in me if you wish. No? Ok, see if I care.
She took my cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she agreed, “Yes, you are. You’re so fucking big.”
She moved to my balls and sucked them into her mouth while stroking my cock and said, “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this snake all this time.”
“I just discovered the power of a big, fat cock last weekend,” I said.
“That it morphs proud women into submissive bimbos?” she asked, moving back up my cock.
“Exactly,” I said, “now get sucking, I need to get back to school.”
“Will you fuck me?” she asked.
“In time, if you earn it,” I said, which sounded ludicrous, and yet was something I now felt I could say and get away with.
“I’ll do anything for you to fuck me with this big, fat dick,” she bargained, before devouring my cock back into her mouth.
“You’ll give me that tight ass of your?” I asked.
She responded hungrily, “Want to pound my asshole right now?”
“Shit, why not?” I shrugged, thinking this gifted life was still too good to be true.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she said, bobbing on my cock for a few more seconds, before tugging her bikini off and getting on all fours.
“Beg for it in your ass, slut,” I ordered, as I moved behind her… all my respect for her gone with her bimbo-like lustful desperation. Now she was just a fuck toy to be used as I wished… and although Ms. Chan had been similar, I respected Ms. Chan. Any dominance I had over her felt like role playing. With Mrs. Dieks I could put my heart into it.
“Oh fuck, Kevin, slide that big, fat cock up my shit hole and pound me like my husband can’t,” she whined, looking back at me.
Needing to blow my load and wanting to fuck her hard, I slid inside her ass… which was so fucking tight. She whimpered, “Oh fuck!”
“Such a tight ass, you slut,” I groaned, as I pushed deeper in her.
“You’re so fucking big,” she moaned, as I filled her ass.
“Ride my cock, you dirty fuck slut,” I ordered, wanting to watch her bounce back on my cock like a bimbo whore.
She didn’t say anything… she just obeyed… slowly beginning to ride my cock.
I looked at my watch and realized I needed to get going soon, so I ordered as I slapped her ass, “Bounce back, bitch!”
“Yes, spank your slut,” she moaned, as she began to really ride my cock.
I spanked her ass every few seconds until I was close, then decided to really see how dirty a whore she was, so I pulled out and ordered, “Suck it, slut.”