She loved him. She craved him. And when she felt his big, heavy muscle growing stiff against her smooth, naked thigh, she knew that he craved her, too. She reached under the covers and took a hold of him, feeling him grow in her hand. God, he was big.
Funny how life worked out. Claire had always found the old saying, "it's not the size that counts, but how you use it" to be true for her. She'd had a huge cock here and there, but some creativity and control went a long way if the guy didn't have porn star length or girth. But here she was, not just dating a guy sporting the biggest specimen she'd ever had the pleasure of getting to know, but engaged to him, no less. She didn't know how big he was when they first went out and she decided that he was the one. But when she found out later on, well, it definitely wasn't a drawback.
She and Troy had only been together for just over a month, but they fell hard and fast, which wasn't normal for either one of them, and was why they knew it was meant to be. Claire wasn't exactly shy when it came to sex, but she'd had few long relationships. Troy was the same way. Discussing their problems on the dating scene had brought them together, and once they started finding out similarities, they discovered there were many more. Troy and Claire were perfect for each other, and not just emotionally.
At 31, Troy was a bad boy converted into a suit. Tall, lean, and muscular, with a dark complexion, he had rugged, handsome features, styled black hair and a short beard and mustache. Though he wore a suit to work, underneath that was his past tattooed all up and down his arms, on his back, and even his pecs. He even had a few scars to boot. To Claire, he represented the bad boy that all girls hated to love, but also the stability of a responsible adult.
And the Tommy Lee-Class monster between his legs was icing on the cake.
For a woman like the 28 year old Claire, who was only about 5' 5" and 130 pounds, a dick that size was almost big enough to bring on stage and dance with. With a face that drew comparisons to Kate Hudson, the adorable Claire was even more adorable with her brunette curls and big green eyes. She had pert, natural B cups, and a nice little ass that she liked to show off. She was the beauty to Troy's beast, and yet they made the perfect couple.
That was never more evident than in bed, an adventure they had only shared a dozen times since meeting, and so was still very new and thrilling.
Thrilling was the word going through Claire's mind as she felt the giant dick still growing, and she remembered and anticipated what it would feel like inside of her. But not yet.
She scooted down under the covers as she directed him up and out. Facing the wall, Troy put his hands against it for support and spread out his legs, straddling Claire as she wriggled under him. She grabbed his tight ass as she positioned herself between his legs, guiding his huge erection to run it's length up and across her face. He was so hot and smooth and hard, and she felt him pulsing as she rubbed him across her cheek and forehead before opening her mouth to receive his sack. That in itself was a mouthful that Claire could barely get her lips around. She sucked his testicles and licked his sack, letting them plop out of her mouth numerous times for added sensation. Above, his dick brushed her nose and her eyelashes, but the head was so far above that she couldn't see if he was emitting pre-cum yet. If he was, it was most likely dripping into her hair, but she didn't give a damn.
With Troy's balls effectively soaked with her saliva, Claire turned her head, pressed her wet lips together, and ran her face up and down along the underside of his entire shaft, stroking him with her lips. She heard Troy groan with approval, and it wasn't long when he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He didn't pull it, but Claire's whole body tensed and tingled at the sensation of him just holding her that way.
He began guiding her, not to suck him, but to come back up. She followed his lead and they switched positions, ending with her on top of a 69. Troy hungrily devoured her wet little snatch, his big hands clutching her ass cheeks tightly and pulling her mound to his face. She tasted so sweet, and her pussy was so soft, yet it was strong enough to grasp his tongue as he probed her with it. Troy had gone down on plenty of great pussies, but Claire's was the perfect size for his mouth, and it almost seemed as if her lips were kissing him back.
Claire, meanwhile, stroked Troy's giant dick as she looked upon it with hunger and fear. She knew she couldn't take the whole thing, and that fact made her self-conscious about sucking it at all. Of course any guy would appreciate whatever effort was put in, but Claire wanted to please her man as thoroughly as he was pleasing her. She was intimidated, and even as she pulled the tip down toward her and wetted it with her tongue, Claire was trying to think of a new technique that might make tonight's blowjob special.
That's when Claire saw it. A dark shape in the doorway of the bedroom. She suddenly realized she hadn't closed the door all the way. Neither of them had noticed because all the lights were off, and so it was too dark to tell. But now Claire's eyes had adjusted, and she could see that the door was, in fact, a crack open.
The door was rarely closed, which might have been why Claire and Troy forgot to double check. But tonight they had company; Claire's 33 year old sister Lana was spending the night, for Troy had offered to take her to the airport early the next morning. Lana was staying with them so Troy didn't have to go out of his way to pick Lana up from her own place before heading to the airport.
Lana and Claire had a decent relationship, but they weren't particularly close. They had fought over men their whole lives, a problem that had culminated in a very strange day a month ago. But since that brief peace-offering, the women were back to normal, neither hating nor having much to say to each other. This was why Lana had retired to the guestroom so early in the evening. And it was why Claire had forgotten to worry about an audience when she and Troy started to heat up.
But now, through the crack, Claire could see a different shade of black that shouldn't have been there, and she immediately knew what it was, especially when it moved. Though Troy's place had two bedrooms, there was only one bathroom, and Lana would have to pass Troy's bedroom to reach it. She was probably on her way there when she heard the shifting and squeaking of the bed and the heavy breathing of those upon it.
But why did she stop?
Two months ago Claire would have guessed it was because Lana wanted a look at Troy—after all, he was the only man Claire had had that Lana hadn't stolen. And right now that might even be a part of why she watched them, Claire decided. But in the back of her mind, Claire new it was something else.
Just over a month ago, before Claire had met Troy, she confessed her biggest secrets to Lana; secrets of a powerful, sexual need to be with her. It was an experiment that ultimately went nowhere. Incest was too far of a jump for either of them. After the heat of the moment, the each realized on their own that it was an awful, terrible, dirty thing to do, and it would solve nothing between them. They never told each other this, but both of them knew.
But since then there had been an undeniable sexual tension between the sisters that was never there before. Claire knew that as wrong as fulfilling her fantasy was and felt, it was a still a fantasy, and it hadn't died with that fateful afternoon. If anything, it had grown. The only thing stopping her was the shame and the guilt she had felt after that first time. But her dreams were still filled with passionate nights dominated by her gorgeous older sister.