“That’s it,” Elliot drags out, his voice breathy. As soon as I try to take even an inch more of his massive dick, he hits the back of my throat; involuntary gags consume my body, I retch. “Fuck! The sounds you make. Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock.”
One of his hands land on my head — clenches a handful of hair — and forces me down. Somehow two or three more inches slide down my throat, and I heave a groan of accomplishment and frustration. How is any person able to deepthroat this monster? I’m halfway down and it feels as if he’s already entering my stomach. His other hand grabs my cheek, his hand so big that it covers my entire left side of my face and half of my neck.
“I want to just grab this throat and pummel your face.” And I groan. The mere thought of that has me leaking in my pants. “You want that, baby? To feel your brother down your throat?” The hand on my head pulls me back and forces me to look at him. The amount of his dick not covered in spittle makes me hungry for more: I swallowed just over half. Only six inches. Six inches more!
“Tell me what you need? I want to hear you say it.” His grip in my hair tightens and I grimace. The other hand covering my face seems to console me by rubbing his fingers up and down my throat. I stay silent and Elliot clearly doesn’t like that. The hand on my face moves at the speed of light and grabs my throat, squeezing. Elliot sits up and leans forwards, his abdominal muscles bulging with the movement. “I asked you a question, baby.”
“I want you.” “You have me. What do you need? Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I need your dick.” “Good boy.” A zing of pleasure shoots down my spine and gathers in the pit of my stomach. Both of his hairy hands grab my head and forces me back on his dick after telling me to open my mouth. The feeling of my lips stretching around Elliot’s insane girth has my eyes rolling backwards. “That’s it. I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth pussy.”
And he does. With fervor. Every upwards thrust makes his quads and abs bulge with effort, making them seem even bigger. My eyes blow wide open when I feel my chin touch his scrotum. A feeling of accomplishment rushes over me and I groan.
Elliot echoes my groans and pushes my head down even more. The coarse hair at the base of his dick scratch my face and assaults my nose with his musky scent. His scent is similar to Dad’s: manly, testosterone filled. One word that describes both men: aphrodisiac.
Elliot pats my head and says, “Good boy. That’s it. You’re better than I imagined.”
Black spots appear in my periphery. I don’t mind. I’ll die a happy death with Elliot filling every aspect of me. “I’m not going to last long if you keep massaging me like that.”
Not wanting to just sit idly, I slowly bob my head up and down, although with effort due to his massive hands holding captive against his pelvis. The pressure on my head lessens when he realizes I’m swallowing him willingly.
My head spins with each pull back when I see the amount of flesh that enters me each stroke. I lick the underside of him with each passing sweep, making Elliot groan out in ecstasy. His head is thrown back with a pleased look displayed on his face.
Looking at him from underneath, through all the muscles and thick body hair, makes me double the speed of my sucking. He deserves it. I’m his to do with whatever he pleases. And I’ll comply without a peep.
His abs contract even more as he frantically grabs my head and starts thrusting upwards. “I’m gonna feed you, baby.”
I moan loudly. The act of him telling me where his seed is going, not giving me a choice, makes my head race and heart flutter. I’m his.
Elliot’s baritone voice rises in pitch, matching the sporadic hip thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he repeats as a mantra, his whimpering voice airy. Fuck! The sounds he makes has be nearly cumming. Knowing that I am the one who brought forth those sounds makes me eager to do more so that I can continually hear them. What sounds would he make when he fucks me? What sounds would Dad make?
When Elliot’s mantra continues and hip thrusts stutter, I know that I’m close to getting my reward. I push myself forward, burying him balls-deep in my throat. Elliot grabs my hair and pulls me back so that the head of his dick rests on my swirling tongue. “No. You’re going to taste every drop I give you.”
With one final short thrust he stills on my tongue and unleashes in my mouth. I’m immediately assaulted by his salty taste and greedily laps up every spurt. Spurt after spurt enters me, and I’m soon unable to swallow as fast. His massive load starts leaking past my stretched lips, down my chin, over his shaft and comes to rest in his balls and pubic hair.
Elliot gives a couple of final thrusts and slowly pulls out of my mouth. “You look so filthy. I love that you’re covered in me.” He moves his hand to scoop his dripping cum back into my mouth. I eagerly suckle on his fingers as he moves them around on my tongue. My blissful state is interrupted when Elliot pushes his middle and index finger down my throat. I gag.
“Such a dirty slut.”
Elliot removes his fingers as if scared of getting caught with his pants around his ankles. Literally.
It’s mere seconds after Elliot’s sudden retreat that my spine goes rigid. “Such a dirty slut for your brother.” I turn my head to glance over my shoulder at the doorway.
Dad’s hulking figure blocks the only possible exit route. He’s only covered in his boxers that does little to no job at hiding his monstrous snake. And it’s angry, ready to rear its head.
“You want to be a good boy for Daddy, too?”
