The Bigger They Are (4 page)

“It looks like he didn’t get everything from you,” Lanie said.

“Excuse me?”

She pointed to the bulge in the front of his shorts.

“I can’t think of too many men who can fuck their wife’s brains out and still be that horny,” she said.

He looked down at his shorts, and moved his hand over the bulge.

“Can you blame me? I’m talking about fucking my wife with a girl who’s not wearing panties,” he said, and pointed between her legs.

Lanie tensed. Her eyes got wide. She didn’t think he would notice. But then she smiled. This was getting fun.

“I never wear panties,” she said.

“I noticed,” he said. His sly smiled was back.

“Jimmy told me he doesn’t want me to wear panties because they get in the way when he wants to fuck me,” Lanie said with a smug grin.

Joe nodded.

“That sounds like Jimmy. Always aiming for what’s best for him.”

“That’s not fair. We have sex all the time, and sometimes in kinky places. That’s why he doesn’t want me to wear panties. He wants me always ready whenever he wants it,” she said.

“And when does he want it?”

Lanie shrugged. “I don’t know. About once a week or so.”

Joe laughed.

“My poor child. You have so much to learn,” he said.

Lanie frowned and crossed her arms.

“I can’t believe you would say that about your own son,” she said.

“Don’t get me wrong, dear. I love my son. And he’s a great kid, as long as he’s getting what he wants.”

Lanie opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. Was it true what he was saying about Jimmy? She had an uneasy feeling in her stomach that it was.

“When he fucks you, does he make you cum?” Joe said.

“I get off every time we fuck. Didn’t you hear me tonight?”

“But does Jimmy make you cum?”

Lanie hesitated. She didn’t have an answer for that.

“Does he take the time to make sure you’re satisfied, or do you take care of it yourself?” Joe said.

Still, Lanie didn’t answer. The uneasy feeling in her stomach was getting worse. The horror of what she had got herself into was becoming clear.

“Lanie, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this. You’ve married yourself to a man who only cares about himself. That’s why he wants to fuck you in kinky places. He wants to get caught. He wants everyone to know that he’s fucking such a hot looking girl,” Joe said.

He paused. He was watching her. Lanie wished he wouldn’t look at her. She didn’t want him to see her cry.

“Has he ever eaten your pussy?” Joe said.

She shook her head and sniffled. Her eyes were wet with tears, and blurred her vision.

“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?”

She shook her head again. A tear rolled down her cheek.

Joe stood up. The bulge of his penis stuck out in the front of his shorts, and looked bigger than she thought.

“Where are you going?” she said, and her voice cracked.

He put his hands on his hips.

“It’s time someone ate your pussy, dear. Now spread those legs,” he said.

Lanie’s eyes got wide. She sputtered.

“B-But ... I’m married,” she said.

“So am I, honey. But Jimmy’s not gonna take care of your needs, and I’m the only other man in your life right now, so spread those legs so I can get to work.”

She stared at him with her mouth hanging open. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That was the craziest thing she’d ever heard. But it made sense. And she couldn’t deny how horny she was, or how horny he was. Her eyes dropped to the long, thick bulge hanging down the leg of his shorts. What would it feel like to have her brains fucked out by that thing?

Her tears had stopped. She sniffled and wiped the streaks from her face. Slowly, she spread her legs, hoping to God that Jimmy stayed asleep. She pulled up the bottom of the t-shirt. She was shaking. This was crazy. She should not be showing her pussy to her father-in-law.

He grinned real big.

“My goodness. You have a beautiful pussy,” he said.

Lanie blushed. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.

“Thanks,” she said.

He got on his knees between her spread legs and put his hands on her calves.

“Now you just relax and enjoy the ride. Let me do all the work,” he said.

He started by kissing the insides of her thighs, at her knees, switching from one leg to the other. Lanie gasped with each tender, delicate kiss. It felt like he was touching her with a wire that sent jolts of electricity through her body. His mouth moved closer to her pussy, and her breathing got heavier. The anticipation was driving her out of her mind. She lifted her ass off the sofa to push her crotch closer to his mouth.

But when he got to her pussy, he didn’t dive in and start licking, like she expected. He touched his lips to her wet, puffy pussy lips, and kissed her all around the soft hairs on her mound. She groaned.

“For God’s sake, Joe. Please eat me,” she said.

He lifted his head from between her legs. His mouth and cheeks were shiny with juices from her pussy. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and she flinched.

“In good time, my dear. You are a work of art. I can’t rush my work,” he said.

He was fingering her pussy and rubbing his thumb over her clit, and looking at her with that sly smile and devilish eyes. She was chewing on her lower lip and moaning and bucking her hips up against his hand. Why was he teasing her like that? She had waited all her life for someone to give her head.

He bent down and licked her pussy. His tongue was warm and wet and sent tingles all the way up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut and her back arched up.

“Oh fuck yes,” she shouted.

Joe lifted his head again.

“Please, keep your voice down, dear. I don’t want you to wake Jimmy. I can’t finish this if I have to explain to him why I’m eating his wife’s pussy.”

“What about your wife?” Lanie said.

He laughed. “I don’t think you can scream loud enough to wake her up right now.”

He dipped his head between her thighs and licked her pussy. Lanie sighed. That felt so good. She lifted her head to watch his tongue slide over her pussy lips. He poked the tip of his tongue into her pussy and she moaned. He was holding her hips, and she churned them in his hands.

Her head fell back to the cushion. Her back undulated like a snake. She was moaning, but squeezed her lips together to keep her voice down.

He was making her cum already. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the ceiling. She shouldn’t be so surprised. She was so worked up just thinking about getting fucked with that thing he had in his shorts.

“Oh fuck ... Oh God Joe ... You’re making me cum,” she said.

She put one hand on his head, and her thighs squeezed together on his ears. With her other hand, she grabbed the pillow beside her, pressed it down over her face, and screamed into it as loud as she could.

He kept licking. Her orgasm went on forever. Her whole body jerked with hard spasms. She couldn’t catch her breath. How did he make it feel so good?

When the spasms finally passed, she was left limp and quivering. She removed the pillow from her face. She was panting and sweating and twitching. Her legs hung limp over his shoulders. He was still licking her pussy.

“Oh my God. That was fucking awesome, Joe,” she said.

“Glad you liked it.”

“You can do that to me any time.”

He stood up and wiped her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Any time you need it, dear, you just let me know,” he said.

Lanie glanced at his cock, hanging in the leg of his shorts. Was it even bigger? She shivered.

“Where are you going now?” she said.

He rubbed the long, thick bulge in his shorts.

“I have to wake up Mrs. Shine and fuck her brains out again. Poor woman. She has to pay the price for your hot body,” he said, and walked back to their bedroom.

Lanie watched him go. She stuck her finger in her wet pussy, and sighed.

She pulled the t-shirt down and went back to her bedroom. She slipped under the sheet, next to her sleeping husband. In a few minutes, she heard deep moaning from the next room. She sighed again. Those moans were real, not faked like her own for someone else’s benefit.

She looked at Jimmy. He had rolled on his back, and his snoring was louder. She shook her head, wishing she had a husband with a huge cock who could make her moan like that.

* * * *

The next day they all met for lunch at Rick’s, a cafe with a wooden deck off the back that looked out over the Gulf of Mexico. Jimmy’s Mom and Dad had got up early, and met them there. The men ordered burgers. Lanie and Mom both wanted the salad bar, and went inside together to fix their salads.

Lanie was talking about where they might go shopping that afternoon while the men were golfing, when she got to the door and realized she was alone. She looked around. Mom was behind her, moving slowly, hobbling like she was in pain.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” Lanie said, and held the door open.

Mom chuckled as she went into the cool air-conditioning of the restaurant.

“Oh, it’s just my old back. I must have slept wrong again,” she said, and limped in the direction of the salad bar.

Lanie nodded. “I can imagine,” she said.

At the salad bar, Mom fixed a tiny salad that would hardly satisfy a bird. Lanie was picking at different things, putting a little of this and a little of that on her plate, until she had a mound of salad flowing over the edge of her plate.

“Come on, Lanie. We don’t want to keep the men waiting,” Mom said.

She was already hobbling back out to the patio.

Lanie stirred the ranch dressing with the ladle, then put a dab on the corner of her salad that had no dressing. She was having trouble focusing. Her mind was not on her salad. Her mind was on ...

Joe held the door open for his wife, and came into the cafe. Lanie smiled. Her mind was on the source of Mom’s back pain.

He walked over to the salad bar and pointed at her plate.

“Are you going to eat all of that?” he said.

Lanie looked at the plate and shrugged.

“I hate salads,” she said.

He just smiled and went to the men’s room. Lanie sighed and let the ladle plunk in the ranch dressing. Her life was just like her salad. She had a lot of good things, but none of it was what she wanted. What she wanted was a side of beef.

She put the plate down on the edge of the salad bar and brushed her hands together. So much for that. She let out a deep breath. It was time to take some action, something drastic. After last night, she had no other choice, and there would be no going back.

She waited in front of the men’s room. When the door opened and Joe came out, she took his hand before he could say anything.

“Come with me. I need to show you something,” she said.

She led him out the front door of the restaurant. She glanced back to make sure Jimmy was not following.

“Lanie?” Joe said.

He had a puzzled look on his face. She put her finger to her lips. She dragged him around the corner to the parking lot. It was hot out there, and the sun was bright. Off to the side of the restaurant, though, was a shaded area under and awning.

“Lanie? What are we doing? My lunch is gonna get cold,” Joe said.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get back before your cheeseburger gets there,” Lanie said. She pulled her shirt up over her boobs. “Do you like how my tits look in this bra?”

He looked down at her chest. His eyebrows arched up.

“Yeah. They look great. Why?” he said.

“Feel them. How do they feel to you?”

Joe hesitated. His eyes narrowed, like he was suspicious. But he put his hands on her boobs and squeezed.

“They feel great. Why are we out here?”

She reached down and pressed her hand to the front of his shorts. It worked. He was growing hard. He nearly jumped.

“I just wanted to get you alone for a few minutes,” she said.

She squatted in front of him and pulled down his zipper.

“Lanie, we don’t have time for this. We have to get back to our lunch,” Joe said.

She reached into his shorts and pulled out his penis. Her eyes got big.

“This is my lunch,” she said.

She licked the head. It was about as big as a plum. Joe sighed and leaned back against the wall.

But she had guessed too soon. His penis had only started to grow. She stroked it slowly in her hand and was amazed to watch it grow longer and thicker before her wide eyes.

“Holy shit,” she said in a low whisper.

It got so thick she couldn’t close her fingers around it, and it hung to about his knees, bent down at an angle.

“My God, Joe. You’re twice as big as Jimmy, at least. This is what you used on Mom last night?” she said.

“I’m afraid so.”

She shook her head. “That poor woman. No wonder she can barely walk.”

She licked down the side of the thick shaft, and let the tip of her tongue run over the ridges of the veins. Hanging between his legs was a pair of fat balls, to match his huge cock.

“How come your son isn’t built like this?” she said.

“I guess he got his mother’s good looks.”

Lanie nodded. Jimmy was a good looking man, like his Mom. That was one of the things she liked about him.

She opened her mouth wide and put the head of his cock in, past her lips. It stretched her jaw and flattened her tongue. She gagged. She took it out of her mouth, and stared at the fat head. What was she going to do now? Had she got herself into more than she bargained for? She looked up at him and smiled, feeling sheepish.

“This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought,” she said.

“It’s usually too much for most women their first time,” Joe said.

“What does Mom do when she blows you?”

“She doesn’t try too hard. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

Lanie nodded. That was good advice. But it didn’t help. She still didn’t know how she was going to get all of that cock in her mouth.