Jake's first girlfriend called him a freak of nature. For good reason. His manhood was nine-and-a-half inches long and beer can-thick, crowned by a huge, perfectly-proportioned, mushroom-shaped head.
Jake considered the description a compliment -- just as his first girlfriend considered his gigantic cock the best thing that ever happened to her. Getting to that point of pride was a process...
Growing up, being horse-hung was a bug, not a feature. Jake's grade school classmates and teammates made fun of him. Girls who heard about his "freakish" endowment considered it "icky" and "gross."
That changed, of course. But not as much as you'd think. Jake still had to hide his cock from public view.
Even soft, even carefully arranged in loose-fitting pants, the enormous bulge between his legs attracted unwanted attention.
When Jake's manhood was hard, if he didn't cover it with a jacket, a sweater, his briefcase or something, public appearances were problematic.
Making matters worse: Jake's "monster" had a mind of its own. Whenever he saw an attractive female, his cock automatically readied for action.
As a towering teenager, Jake learned to cope with his "spontaneous" erections. He gradually mastered the art of combining big dick energy with his sharp wit, warm smile and gym-honed physique.
As he reached adulthood, Jake found he could seduce women with relative ease. The number and quality of women who fell to their knees to worship Jake's gigantic cock was astounding.
Astounding to his friends, that is, jealous as they were. For Jake, it was another day, another conquest.
By the time Jake reached his 30's, he'd become highly selective about his sex partners. He narrowed his focus to women his own age or slightly older. Experienced women more than happy to accommodate Jake's massive cock and relentless sex drive.
After a couple of heart-breaking relationships, Jake met Susan at the fitness center.
The ridiculously-fit dark-haired vixen capturing Jake's attention was no brainless gym rat. She was a smart, sexy, kind, caring, sexually experienced woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
One look at her effect on Jake's anatomy, one shared smile, one flirtatious coffee date, one desperate fuck in the cafe's family bathroom, one month of sex, love and laughter, and the deal was sealed.
As he entered his 40's, Jake was a happily married man. Ten years of marriage did nothing to diminish Susan's hunger for her husband's huge cock or her addiction to the monumental amount of cum it fired from its fist-sized head.
Jake's wife was ready, willing and able to indulge his every fantasy. As he was hers. Including extra-marital adventures.
Thanks to Susan's voracious sexual appetite, Jake gained a measure of control over his monster's sudden awakenings. Until he found himself attracted to his step-daughter.
He didn't mean for it to happen. He didn't expect it to happen. He didn't want it to happen. And yet, there was something about Ella...
By her eighteenth birthday, Jake's step-daughter was a genuine beauty: luxurious brown hair, deep green eyes, pixie features and a tight body approaching drop-dead gorgeous perfection.
Though she shared her mother's lithe body type, Ella wasn't a clone, a younger version of her mother. If nothing else, the way she moved set her apart.
As her college gymnastics coach said, Ella was as graceful as a gazelle -- with a leopard's spirit. Confident, comfortable in her skin, intentional in her movements and, though her coach didn't say so, radiating sexuality. For those who dared see it.
Jake didn't. He didn't think about Ella sexually until well after she passed the legal age of consent. In fact, the first few times the monster awoke in her presence he was shocked. Appalled. And unable to do a thing about it.
Ella lived in a single-sex dorm a few miles from Jake and Susan's home. The dorm was a cramped, a bit run-down and occupied by a large number of what Ella called rich bitches.
As a result, Ella spent a large amount time out at home, bringing her "squad" to hang out by the pool.
Ella's presence was a problem. More often than not, his step-daughter padded around the house in a barely-there bikini top and shorts. An outfit that did nothing to conceal her firm breasts, athletic body and long legs -- and everything to make Jake think the unthinkable.
To cope with the monster's demand for sexual satisfaction, Jake began avoiding his step-daughter. Retreating to the TV room or his home office to distract himself. To calm the beast down.
A goal that became harder and harder to achieve. His disappearances grew longer and longer, and more and more awkward.
At the same time, he was bedeviled the possibility that his wife would see what was happening. More specifically, why it was happening
More than once, Susan saw "the monster" pressing against her husband's pants when Ella was in view. More than once, Jake had to make up some sexy excuse for his monumental hard-on.
Jake hated lying to his wife. Hated himself for his reaction to his undeniably sexy step-daughter and her almost as attractive girlfriends. He consoled himself with the thought that at least he wasn't trying to get turned on.
In fact, he tried hard not to. Failing with increasing frequency. Worse, Ella began to invade his imagination, especially during sex with Susan.
He didn't have full-blown fantasies, thank God. His mind served-up images, like snapshots...
Ella in her yoga pants and a crop top. An outfit that left little -- far too little -- to his imagination.
Ella coming out of the pool house bathroom, her hair slick, her body covered by a towel that could be released by a single tug.
So many wonderful, terrible images...
One day, Ella emerged from her bedroom wearing her usual bikini top and short shorts. Jake had agreed to drop her of at the beach, along with her best friend Jane, a blond beauty in her own right.
"Are you ready?" Ella asked, as Jake's eyes devoured the tanned body standing in front of him.
His mind interpreted the question in the lewdest possible way, sending a signal to his monster cock to awaken from its slumber.
As Ella walked away, Jake imagined taking her from behind. Rubbing his cock head up and down the crack of her rock hard ass, preparing to enter her.
Savoring and delaying the moment when he'd push his fist-sized head into her soaking wet pussy, showing the twenty-two-year-old college student what his giant cock could do to her body and mind.
"Give me five minutes," he said.
Did she see it? Did she see his hard-on? Jake wondered, his heart pounding in his chest. How could she not?
Jake closed the bathroom door and checked his emails, waiting for his cock to return to "normal."
Not happening. Not even slightly. His cock lengthened and thickened to its full glory, chafing at his pants like a chained Rottweiler maddened by an intruder.
