"Holy shit," Jake's wife Susan whispered, nestling into Jake's shoulder, her ample breast resting on the side of his chest.
"That was..."
"Awesome," Jake prompted.
"Violent," Susan answered, wrapping her hand around Jake's half-hard monster. "In a good way," she added, letting out a long, contented sigh.
For the fourth time that week, Jake's expert tongue, hands and nine-and-a-quarter inch, beer-can thick cock booked his wife a first-class ticket on the orgasm train.
A bullet train with multiple stops through a world of leg-shaking pleasure and ball-draining spurts of hot cum.
Nothing new there; Susan was orgasmic as fuck. Jake and Susan's no-holds-barred sex life was the bedrock of their ten-year marriage.
Even so, Susan was right: Jake's tonguing, fingering and fucking style had taken on the unmistakable air of barely-controlled anger. That his wife welcomed without open arms and legs.
For good reason. Jake had never licked, fingered and then fucked his wife so hard, so long, in so many positions and, as far as he could remember, so well.
Jake's wild animal lust was powered by a hidden truth: a never-ending, insatiable desire to fuck his 22-year-old step-daughter Ella senseless.
His sexual obsession had reached the point where fucking Susan was mentally fucking Ella. Especially entering his wife from behind, ramming every inch of his rock hard cock into her warm, wet, always-willing pussy, flooding it with the monumental amount of cum that never failed to shock their sex partners.
Fucking Susan from behind, looking down at his wife's taut back, hearing her moans and screams and pleas, Jake was free to imagine Ella how and where he wanted her. First...
On her knees, her hazel eyes wide, his gigantic cock inches from her face, staring up at her step-father with a mix of apprehension, desire and, most intoxicating of all, submission.
Opening her mouth hesitantly. Her lips barely stretching wide enough to accommodate the obscene magnificence of Jake's giant cock head, its perfectly formed mushroom-shaped tip glistening with pre-cum.
As he fucked his wife with the monstrous man meat she constantly craved, Jake imagined twisting his huge hand around Ella's soft brown hair. Holding the monster's tree trunk base with the other.
Pulling Ella's head towards him. Pushing his cock to the back of her throat. Feeling the resistance, then forcing the monster down. Down into her throat, deeper and deeper, inch by wrist-thick inch.
Waiting for the moment when Ella gagged, as he knew she would. Retching, spasming, shaking; tears streaming down her pixie-like face.
Jake imagined withdrawing his cock head for Ella to recover. To get some air. Then doing it again. Again and again. Until he could make his step-daughter's athletic body convulse at will.
In the same way she'd shake uncontrollably when Jake's gigantic cock stretched his step-daughter's pussy beyond what she'd thought were her limits.
When she'd experience the biggest, thickest, hardest, best cock of her life. Giving her the longest, hardest orgasms of her life.
Changing Ella from an untouchable cock tease into a cock-sucking cum-hungry fuck toy. An insatiable little bitch that Jake could fuck whenever he wanted. Whenever they were alone.
And then, eventually, fucking Ella with someone else. Like one of Ella's college-aged friends. Or one of Jake's older, more experienced go-to's.
No, he couldn't do that. Not without Susan. That was a line in the sand beyond which lay nothing but land mines.
"What are you thinking about?" Susan asked, waking from her sex-induced torpor.
