Her Brother's Giant Cock - Page 2

japz · #16 11-09-2008, 03:05 PM

His transformation had begun as soon as he received the odd, brown jar. He started by massaging a small dab of foul-smelling cream onto his little dick and testicles each night. It tingled - almost burned - at first. He got an erection and masturbated after each application. After several days he noticed his scrotum and balls getting larger. After a week it was clear that his penis was longer and thicker. He had fewer zits as well. After several weeks he began to measure his erection and saw progress: 8 inches! 9 inches! 10! He became disinterested when his thick hardon went well beyond his 12-inch wooden ruler.

The next several nights she found his door open and Angela eagerly entered. The musky, masculine scent was strong. As soon as she sniffed, her pussy got wet, her nipples got hard, and her will power evaporated. She was immediately a slave to his lovely, big cock. She felt as though she’d do anything for him, for it.

That night he made her spread baby oil all over his penis and balls. He thought it might be sexy to make everything slippery. It was. She gripped the huge shaft in both hands and stroked vigorously until he came forcefully onto her chest. She wiped his semen all over her breasts and nipples, which made them tingle strangely. She wiped up a glob and brought it to her mouth, tasted, swallowed, and was quickly rewarded with an orgasm! There was something strange and addictive about that ’sex lotion’ he’d been using.

“I’d like to see you naked while you pleasure me,” he said, a few nights later. She removed her clothes, parted her legs and displayed herself for him, hoping he might fuck her. He wanted something else.

“First, I need to know about eating pussy. Tell me what to do.” Her heart began to beat very fast as she explained the particulars to him.

“Well, I’m going to lie back on the bed like this. Now, you lay down between my legs so you can reach my pussy with your tongue. Okay, you can lick and suck all along here,” and she ran her finger along the length of her slit. “But licking my clit will really get me going,” she enthused, pulling her lips back and apart. “Right there,” she said, pressing lightly on her distended clitoris.

He gave her a few tentative licks before inserting his tongue into her vagina - just a little way in. As his tongue entered, she felt an orgasm building. Once his tongue was in her, licking and searching, she was rocked with a powerful orgasm. He continued licking and sucking her pussy while waves of a continuous pleasure washed over her.

“Oh my GOD!” she exclaimed, bucking her hips and covering her mouth to avoid screaming. He continued administering wet licks up and down her slit while she writhed as if in pain, cumming continuously.

“You like that, huh,” he said dumbly, not aware of the level of ecstasy he’d brought her to. Finally he withdrew his tongue from her pussy and sat up. “I guess girls really get off on cunnilingus.”

“Oh - Oh - Yes - Cunnilingus is wonderful,” she said, out of breath and weak as the last orgasmic ripples still coursed through her. This confirmed it for Angela. His semen and saliva seemed to trigger orgasms all by themselves. Though she still wanted to feel his giant cock inside, she was almost grateful that he was finished with her for the evening. Something in that stuff he used had turned him into an orgasm machine.

“No, just suck it,” he said, standing there wearing only a t-shirt, his massive organ limp and swaying. “I need you to give me a blowjob so I know how it feels.” It was only a week later and his cock was clearly longer and thicker.

Give her brother a blowjob! That sexual potency cream must have damaged her brain! With difficulty, she sucked his soft dick into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it, massaging it wetly and she felt it begin to stiffen and throb. Her head was forced back as it grew larger, pushing against the back of her throat. She caressed it with her hands, sucked and kissed the tip and shaft, and licked him with long, wet strokes of her tongue.

“How do I taste, Angie? Good? You suck really good. Do you practice on your boyfriend’s little cock? Is his as nice as mine?” he teased in an arrogant tone totally unlike her geek brother of a few months ago.

“I like yours much better,” she said, holding his dick against her cheek, then running her lips up and down the shaft. Once he was fully erect, gripping the base of his cock in her right hand, she could only get the head and part of the shaft into her mouth. His musky smell was intoxicating; overpowering any thought she had about how wrong this incestuous scene was.

She was fearful of the changes in her brother’s personality, yet enthralled with the allure of his immense cock. She sucked him vigorously, working with her hands, lips and tongue to pleasure him. He seemed perfectly in control; just standing there with his enormous erection getting all the attention she could give it, with no sign of being close to ejaculating.

“Mmmh,” She mouthed, looking up at him after loving his cock for a while. Don’t you want to cum for me … Hmm?”

“Okay,” and he simply unloaded into her mouth. No preamble. She couldn’t swallow fast enough. Semen ran down her chin onto her breasts. And just as soon as she swallowed she began to cum herself - even more forcefully than before. She held him in her mouth for a long time while his cock pulsed and throbbed and delicious orgasmic spasms cramped her vagina.

“Lick me clean,” he said, “including my balls, and don’t use your hands.” His cock remained rigid as she licked the huge head, then all around the shaft down to the base, then, hands at her sides, she got on her knees to lick his scrotum, his enormous balls shuffling around inside.

“Won’t you fuck me now, Clark?” she pleaded. She sat down on the bed, spread her legs and worked her finger into her pussy while he watched.

“No, you’re my cock-sucking slut sister,” he said. “That’s all I need from you.”

3m3m3m · #17 11-09-2008, 05:18 PM

the brother reject to f her really make more interesting !! adios bro .. upz u !!

cityangel · #18 11-09-2008, 06:52 PM

interesting, please post more

samwong · #19 11-09-2008, 10:06 PM

Nice sharing from you

nuclearkid · #20 11-09-2008, 11:05 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by cityangel

interesting, please post more

You must be missing something here or asking to be fed. The origin of the posts was provided in Post #13.

sriluck · #21 12-09-2008, 03:55 AM

up u bro

well if u did not post the story here some of us would not have known about this horny story

japz · #22 13-09-2008, 12:28 PM

All Bros, thanks for the support. Here's the continuation after rejecting her.... this a good story...

His transformation had begun as soon as he received the odd, brown jar. He started by massaging a small dab of foul-smelling cream onto his little dick and testicles each night. It tingled - almost burned - at first. He got an erection and masturbated after each application. After several days he noticed his scrotum and balls getting larger. After a week it was clear that his penis was longer and thicker. He had fewer zits as well. After several weeks he began to measure his erection and saw progress: 8 inches! 9 inches! 10! He became disinterested when his thick hardon went well beyond his 12-inch wooden ruler.

The next several nights she found his door open and Angela eagerly entered. The musky, masculine scent was strong. As soon as she sniffed, her pussy got wet, her nipples got hard, and her will power evaporated. She was immediately a slave to his lovely, big cock. She felt as though she’d do anything for him, for it.

That night he made her spread baby oil all over his penis and balls. He thought it might be sexy to make everything slippery. It was. She gripped the huge shaft in both hands and stroked vigorously until he came forcefully onto her chest. She wiped his semen all over her breasts and nipples, which made them tingle strangely. She wiped up a glob and brought it to her mouth, tasted, swallowed, and was quickly rewarded with an orgasm! There was something strange and addictive about that ’sex lotion’ he’d been using.

“I’d like to see you naked while you pleasure me,” he said, a few nights later. She removed her clothes, parted her legs and displayed herself for him, hoping he might fuck her. He wanted something else.

“First, I need to know about eating pussy. Tell me what to do.” Her heart began to beat very fast as she explained the particulars to him.

“Well, I’m going to lie back on the bed like this. Now, you lay down between my legs so you can reach my pussy with your tongue. Okay, you can lick and suck all along here,” and she ran her finger along the length of her slit. “But licking my clit will really get me going,” she enthused, pulling her lips back and apart. “Right there,” she said, pressing lightly on her distended clitoris.

He gave her a few tentative licks before inserting his tongue into her vagina - just a little way in. As his tongue entered, she felt an orgasm building. Once his tongue was in her, licking and searching, she was rocked with a powerful orgasm. He continued licking and sucking her pussy while waves of a continuous pleasure washed over her.

“Oh my GOD!” she exclaimed, bucking her hips and covering her mouth to avoid screaming. He continued administering wet licks up and down her slit while she writhed as if in pain, cumming continuously.

“You like that, huh,” he said dumbly, not aware of the level of ecstasy he’d brought her to. Finally he withdrew his tongue from her pussy and sat up. “I guess girls really get off on cunnilingus.”

“Oh - Oh - Yes - Cunnilingus is wonderful,” she said, out of breath and weak as the last orgasmic ripples still coursed through her. This confirmed it for Angela. His semen and saliva seemed to trigger orgasms all by themselves. Though she still wanted to feel his giant cock inside, she was almost grateful that he was finished with her for the evening. Something in that stuff he used had turned him into an orgasm machine.

“No, just suck it,” he said, standing there wearing only a t-shirt, his massive organ limp and swaying. “I need you to give me a blowjob so I know how it feels.” It was only a week later and his cock was clearly longer and thicker.

Give her brother a blowjob! That sexual potency cream must have damaged her brain! With difficulty, she sucked his soft dick into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it, massaging it wetly and she felt it begin to stiffen and throb. Her head was forced back as it grew larger, pushing against the back of her throat. She caressed it with her hands, sucked and kissed the tip and shaft, and licked him with long, wet strokes of her tongue.

“How do I taste, Angie? Good? You suck really good. Do you practice on your boyfriend’s little cock? Is his as nice as mine?” he teased in an arrogant tone totally unlike her geek brother of a few months ago.

“I like yours much better,” she said, holding his dick against her cheek, then running her lips up and down the shaft. Once he was fully erect, gripping the base of his cock in her right hand, she could only get the head and part of the shaft into her mouth. His musky smell was intoxicating; overpowering any thought she had about how wrong this incestuous scene was.

She was fearful of the changes in her brother’s personality, yet enthralled with the allure of his immense cock. She sucked him vigorously, working with her hands, lips and tongue to pleasure him. He seemed perfectly in control; just standing there with his enormous erection getting all the attention she could give it, with no sign of being close to ejaculating.

“Mmmh,” She mouthed, looking up at him after loving his cock for a while. Don’t you want to cum for me … Hmm?”

“Okay,” and he simply unloaded into her mouth. No preamble. She couldn’t swallow fast enough. Semen ran down her chin onto her breasts. And just as soon as she swallowed she began to cum herself - even more forcefully than before. She held him in her mouth for a long time while his cock pulsed and throbbed and delicious orgasmic spasms cramped her vagina.

“Lick me clean,” he said, “including my balls, and don’t use your hands.” His cock remained rigid as she licked the huge head, then all around the shaft down to the base, then, hands at her sides, she got on her knees to lick his scrotum, his enormous balls shuffling around inside.

“Won’t you fuck me now, Clark?” she pleaded. She sat down on the bed, spread her legs and worked her finger into her pussy while he watched.

“No, you’re my cock-sucking slut sister,” he said. “That’s all I need from you.”

japz · #23 13-09-2008, 12:33 PM

She didn’t understand what was happening to her. It actually turned her on to be called a cock-sucking slut! His attitude toward her had become distant and demeaning, but the chemically induced infatuation with his enormous dick grew so strong she’d lost all self-respect.

When their mother was out, he would have her “help” him in the bathroom. Standing behind him naked, she would be required to hold him, aiming his dick while he pissed. He had her join him in the shower only to wash his penis, and then had her leave without so much as a kiss or a thank you.

Her hunger for his cock grew so strong she would sneak into his room in the middle of the night to sleep next to him. He accepted her attentions as his need for orgasmic release increased. She crawled under the blankets and curled up between his thighs. She caressed his cock with both hands until it began to thicken and stretch out toward her as if it wanted to kiss her. She thought of it as separate from her brother - not his penis - but an independent penis that loved her.

In his bed she clutched his giant erection to her chest, kissed it, licked it, suckled from it for several hours into the morning and woke up with it in her mouth. With their mother still sleeping he would finish off her loving attention with a gushing ejaculation. She gratefully swallowed, knowing this would trigger her own satisfying orgasm.

Meanwhile, he continued to apply the mysterious potion. His penis became so large that he could no longer comfortably wear briefs. He asked her to help him figure out what to do about the prominent bulge. She bought boxer shorts for him, but his limp member hung down below the leg hem. It occurred to her use a silk scarf to tie it to his thigh. This created a long bulge reaching from his crotch toward his knee, but looser slacks helped hide it.

His need for orgasmic release increased with the size of his organ. Angela attended to his sexual needs several times a day: the sleepy early-morning suck off, a vigorous hand job before school, sometimes one after school, sometimes a nightcap. She would occasionally suck him and fondle him while he did his homework, kneeling between his legs. He delayed his own ejaculation while she tended to his cock telling her “… it relaxes me while I study.”

Then the drought came. His door was seldom open - only a few times to let her come in to “service” him overnight. But it was either locked when she came home from school or her job, or he just wasn’t there. He was out a lot. She became suspicious that he had a girlfriend. Someone else would be playing sex games with his big cock and she felt jealous. Jealous of whomever was his new sex slave.
* * * * *

“Clark, walk with me over to my house after school. We can study for the history final together, okay?” Wendy asked, in her best come-on voice. She had to insert herself next to him, shouldering aside the other girls smiling and talking closely to him.

“Uh, Sure Wendy. I’ve got some of the important dates memorized already.”

That’s how it started. Well, it really started earlier. She’d noticed Clark over the past few weeks: he looked … well, good! The geek was changing. The zits were gone and he walked and talked more confidently. Girls seemed to flock around him all the time. And of course, there was that enticing hint of a bulge in his slacks. Her friends wagered he was ‘padding’ so she volunteered to check it out. She sat next to him at lunch and, laughing at their small talk, gently put a hand on his leg for emphasis.

“Oh, excuse me, sorry,” she said withdrawing her hand. But the thought of what she felt - what it meant - haunted her all day. And the way he smiled at her when she removed her hand, and that cologne he wore. Wow!

Wendy Dean was a classic: Black hair, big dark eyes, and a wide, sensuous mouth. She was graceful, tall and slinky-looking, with breasts that were large for her slender frame, jutting out like a low shelf from her chest wall. She had studied ballet for a number of years until she simply grew too tall and busty for it. The lessons were free because her mother ran her own dance studio.

“Where’s the bathroom, Wendy? I gotta go before we start.” Clark asked as they entered her house. Of course, he’d been accompanying female classmates home almost every day for the past two or three weeks! Locking the door, he took his potion from his backpack, applied a dab under his balls, and rubbed the remainder on his wrists, like cologne. He removed the scarf tying his cock to his thigh, then had second thoughts and tied it back.

“Let’s study in my room, Clark, it’s quiet there.” As if it were noisy in the rest of the empty house. They studied for a while before Clark asked about the pictures of her dancing and the toe shoes hanging over her mirror.

“My mom got me into it - she actually danced professionally for a couple years you know. I still practice just to stay in shape, but I’m too tall and too… big here,” she said, pointing to her chest. “Hey, would you like me to show you a few of my old moves?”

“Sure Wendy, that’d be great!”

She grabbed one of her old dance leotards and went to the bathroom to change. She was affected like Angela, feeling an odd, powerful sense of sexual arousal. She put the leotard on without panties or bra. It was sheer white and a size too small. She looked at herself in the mirror, observing how blatantly sexual she looked and felt. She was a good girl who had never felt this hot - her brain crowded with insistent sexual images. She came back to her bedroom and watched his eyes grow wider, then close down a bit as he smiled at her.

The too-small leotard was cut low so that when she bent down, her ample cleavage showed. Her nipples were hard and visible behind the thin material, which pulled up into her crotch, clearly outlining her mound and pussy lips.

“Wendy, you look beautiful!” he said as she showed him a couple of turns.

“Thanks! Clark, I’ve always wondered … when men watch a woman dance - like ballet for instance - do they really enjoy the dance, or do they watch just to stare at the woman’s boobs and crotch?” She was standing before him as she asked, her hands roaming provocatively over her breasts, flat stomach, and down to her pussy.

“Both, I think, but I really like the way you look when you dance, Wendy,” he said, approaching her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her firmly. She melted into him, responding greedily. His hands moved across her back and down until he cupped her ass cheeks pulling her into him. His tongue entered her mouth tasting strongly masculine, sensual, powerful.

He sat on the bed and she stood between his legs, his hands on her ass cheeks, kissing her nipples through the leotard. He moved his hands around to the front and slipped his forefingers into the leg openings of the leotard, slid them down into the crotch and pulled on the material until it tore apart, exposing her.

“Oh my god,” she said quietly as his fingers brushed her wet pussy. He pushed the sides of the torn leotard above the wide curve of her hips, then put his hand between her legs and gently massaged her pussy, sliding his middle finger into her. He began moving it in and out, turning it left and right. She slowly rocked her hips in response, and pulled the leotard over her head.

“I hope you don’t mind that I tore your leotard, Wendy. Does this feel good?” he asked, looking up at her.

“Yes, keep doing that,” and she moaned as he continued attending to her pussy.

“Sit here so I can show you something,” he said, withdrawing his wet finger. She sat on the bed, dazed and rawly horny. He turned away and removed shirt, shoes and socks, slacks, and then his boxers. Wendy could see the silk scarf around his left thigh from behind and thought it looked rugged, stylish, sexy. Wearing only his wife-beater T-shirt and the scarf, Clark turned around and Wendy saw his giant organ for the first time, tied to his leg like a gun in a holster. He stood in front of her on the bed and said, “Would you untie this?” pointing to the knot in the scarf.

She gasped then stared, mesmerized. She ran her palm over the scarf, along the length of his cock. “Did you tie your erection down so it doesn’t show in school?” she asked, staring at the huge cock.

“It’s not an erection… yet. Go ahead and untie me and I’ll show you,” he explained.

Clark’s Malaysian sex cream had “re-wired” him. He now had control over if and when he got erect. He could literally will his penis to become hard or stay limp. With his sister’s help, he’d learned he could stay partially erect, fully erect or soft, and stay that way for hours. He could control his orgasms as well, but release was essential - several times a day, in fact.

“Oh, Clark!” Wendy gaped in total disbelief as she untied and dropped the scarf and saw his penis swing away, dangling hugely.

“Watch,” he said, “I’ll make my cock hard for you,” and stepped back, putting his hands on his hips.

“Goodness,” Wendy whispered, as she watched his penis begin to magically lengthen and thicken. It slowly drifted hydraulically upward, the bulbous head increasing in size before her eyes. “Clark! You’re just making that happen?”

“Feel it.” He pointed, halting the process when his cock pointed at a shallow angle toward the floor.

Wendy squirmed excitedly, breathing hard as she wrapped her fingers around it. She felt an electric tingle, sensing how warm and hard it was and marveling at its incredible size. She stroked it with both hands now, moving them along its length as it throbbed under her fingers.

He made his cock course slowly up to full hardness while she continued caressing it. It stretched upward and outward, the tip extending toward her face.

KINGor75 · #24 13-09-2008, 12:43 PM

nice one bro... uppz u..

japz · #25 13-09-2008, 12:44 PM

“It’s soooo big. And soooo hard. My god!” She continued sliding her hands rhythmically up and down its rigid length. “I love the feel of your cock, Clark. Do you want me to do anything special with it, hmmm?” she asked, and she kissed the tip and rolled her tongue around the head.
* * * * *

Mrs. Dean watched her daughter and the good-looking boy with the enormous penis through the crack in the door. Shocked and angry at first, and ready to burst into the room, she held back, fascinated and feeling a bit horny. She’d wondered about her pretty daughter’s sex life and now she knew. But the boy! My goodness! He was endowed like a donkey and seemed able to control his penis as if it were his arm! And he was clearly an accomplished lover for one so young.

The more she watched, the more aroused Pam Dean became. She idly touched her breasts and crotch when Wendy danced for him. When he tore the crotch of her leotard, she started to stroke her pussy through her own. When he simply stood there, growing a giant erection - oh my! And as she observed her daughter lovingly fondle the young man’s huge hardon, she pulled the crotch of her leotard aside and slipped two fingers into her own wet and swollen cunt.

She watched Wendy lick his big cock and suck it into her mouth when she decided to act. Fully intending to throw the young man out and ground Wendy forever, she composed herself and marched into the room.

“Mom! Omigod!” Wendy said, wiping saliva off her chin, looking sheepish.

“Wendy! What - in - the - world!! …” She yelled and then stopped. There was a musky, sweet scent in the room, sexy, irresistible. The young man did not cover up. He stood there, hands on his hips, a haughtily smile on his face, with his tremendous erection pointing at her. She stepped forward to scold him, tell him to get out, but was overwhelmed with erotic feelings.

japz · #26 13-09-2008, 12:57 PM

“My name’s Clark, Mrs. Dean. Wouldn’t you like to take off your clothes, too?” he said, stroking his hardon.

A voice in her head said, “Stop! This situation is out of control!” But the voice was crowded out with lust, her will power dissipating as she stared at the young man’s cock and his hand slowly moving up and down it’s rigid shaft.

“Mom?” Wendy said, puzzled as her mother, as if in a fog, began to slowly disrobe.

“You have a nice body, Mrs. Dean. Your breasts aren’t as large as Wendy’s, but you have a nice ass and a pretty pussy,” he said, and embraced and kissed her, his cock sliding between her legs, along the folds of her pussy. He gently pushed his hips against her while his tongue explored her mouth. Wendy just stared, confused and aroused.

Mrs. Dean kissed him back, rocking her hips to intensify the stimulation his cock provided between her legs. Her daughter’s boyfriend “… is a man!” she thought, “and he says I have a pretty pussy!” A man, a lover with a great big cock, so she might as well enjoy it!

“Can I suck it?” Pam Dean asked.

“You can both suck it. Wendy, you kneel here. Mrs. Dean, kneel facing Wendy. Closer,” Clark ordered. He maneuvered his cock between them and had mother and daughter take turns. Each took him deeply in her mouth while the other massaged his balls and stroked the massive erection. With his penis pressed between their mouths, they slid their lips and tongues up and down the shaft in parallel, almost kissing. They sucked, licked and fondled till he decided to ejaculate into Wendy’s mouth. He knew what would happen.

“Mmmmmffffff!” Wendy croaked, as semen hit the back of her throat. Then the orgasm began to flow up her insides in repeating waves. She sat back heavily onto the floor, breathing hard through her open mouth and cupping her cunt with both hands. “MMmm … MMMmm … MMMmm!” she moaned loudly.

Mrs. Dean observed Wendy obviously experiencing an orgasm, wondering how it was possible. She felt envious!

“Lie on your back across the bed, Mrs. Dean,” Clark ordered. “Scoot down so your ass is on the edge. Yeah.” Then he knelt down, put his arms under her thighs and brought her legs up onto his shoulders. His face now just inches from her trim bush and puffy, pink pussy lips he offered again, “You really do have a pretty pussy.”

Her pussy was wet and musky and tasted like sex should taste. He licked along the outer lips tickling her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Finding her inner lips, he plowed his tongue deep into her vagina, licking her furiously.

“Ahh! AHHH! AHHHHHH!!!” she screamed in orgasmic delirium. He lapped at her pussy lips; spread them apart and sucked at her clitoris. He extended his tongue and moved his head forward and back stabbing repeatedly into her, fucking her with his tongue. She came continuously. He’d sent her to heaven and hadn’t even used that giant cock yet.

“Wendy, lie here next to your mother. Now bring your knees up. Good.” With mother and daughter lying beside each other across the bed, Clark gripped Wendy’s ankles, and brought them up to shoulder height. He held her ankles, spread her outstretched legs apart, and then flopped his cock onto her belly. Her mother was still cumming mildly, massaging her pussy.

“What do you want, Wendy?” he asked, in a taunting, arrogant tone.

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

“Fuck me please, Clark!”

“Do you hear that, Mrs. Dean? Your daughter wants me to fuck her.” He moved his hips gradually backward causing his cock to slide down her belly. He dragged the tip along Wendy’s wet pussy lips and positioned it at the entrance to her vagina, then began to push slowly into her, stretching her. Her cunt was liberally lubricated as he pushed in further and further. She began to moan in delight as her insides were deliciously stretched.