All Grown Up (Emiko's Story): Chapter 5

Welp, there it is.  With Bret leaning back the secret was already revealed.  Bret’s big thick pecker stuck up from him like a majestic monument held by my petite hand to give it scale.  I waited and listened for the thumping the steps coming up the stairs…but the footsteps never came.  That surprised me.  A lot.  Perhaps Rhett was more secure in his manhood than I gave him credit for.  More likely though, he had heard that groan Bret just made and, like me, suspected the young virgin was close to busting his nut.

Kneeling and holding Bret’s dick I pause a while to give my boyfriend a good long look at the monster in my hand.  My kinky, trouble-making side cannot contain itself as I bring my other hand to lay flat along the side of it, wrist at the root and finger tips just shy of his fat fleshy knob.  The gesture meant nothing to Bret, but downstairs big brother would know exactly what I was doing.  When I put my hand alongside Rhett’s dick my fingers stretched up past his tip, with Bret I was nowhere close to the end.  I was showing my boyfriend precisely how much longer his baby brother was.  Trying to hide my sassy grin I once more wait and listen for bounding steps up the stairs.  Again they did not come.  Weird.  Was he even watching?  How could he not be?  To be fair I guess we weren’t really doing much yet.

Cradling the inner side with both hands I extend my tongue and slowly lick from his fuzzy balls all the way up the loooong shaft to end with a flicking flourish at the crown of his bulky tip.

“Oh!”  Bret gasps and leans back further, using his arms to prop himself up.

Taking his heavy cock I slap it against my lips.  God damn, his meaty stick clubs against my lips with deep solid twacks.  There was something so viscerally humbling and arousing about handling such a member, especially when I was down on my knees.  

“Not bad kid.”  I quip.  “Not bad at all.”

Now I was just daring Rhett to come stop us and I knew it.  Still he was content to remain as a silent spectator and let the proceedings commence.  Curiouser and curiouser.

“He he he.”  Bret guffaws, feeling much better about himself now.  Having a woman on her knees in front of him could only make his fledgling confidence take flight.

Opening my mouth as wide as I could I latch my lips over his big knob.  I could barely get my mouth around the damn thing!  My jaw straining I lock my lips tight around his fleshy tip and start to suck.

“Ohhhhh!”  He groans loudly, loud enough for Rhett to hear through the floor, as his eye roll back in his head and I half prepared myself to swallow his load right then and there.

“Mrrrmm.”  I growl through his thick cock.  A growl of primal lust inspired by having a dick so big in my mouth.  I take him in a few inches and his man meat completely fills my maw like none had before.  I suck hard and slow up to the very tip, savoring each thick inch as it slid through my lips, then finish it off with a tender kiss to the crown.  “Damn Bret!”  I say as I stretch out my jaw.  Readying myself I go again.  Opening up I glide down his rod, lower and lower, until about halfway I am forced to stop.  I try for a bit more but he was just too fucking big.  Shit.  I prided myself on my ability to deep throat, Rhett’s I could take right to root without much issue, but that wasn’t going to be possible here.  Bret was a whole new challenge.  “Mmmm.”  I hum lewdly as I suck my way back up again.

“This feels soooo gooood!”  Bret’s lithe body arches in response to my oral.  I was blowing his mind as well as his dick.  “Ohhh yes, suck my dick!”  He was getting bold again.  With a long hard suck I keep the suction on right to the end and let his fat glans POP loudly from my mouth.  “OH!”

Everything with this dick was just…extra.  When I slapped it on my lips the noise was deeper, when I popped his knob it was louder, and just handling the sheer bulky weight of it made all that came before it seem like pale imitators in comparison.  I LOVED this cock!  It just…did things for me.  Pressing my thighs tight I rub them together to give some stimulation to my dripping wet pussy.

As I go down and suck back up once more a copious welling up of warm slickness coats my tongue.  Slipping of the end I lick my lips and swallow.  “Lots of precum.”  I mutter to myself as the tasteless slick coats my mouth and throat.  “Just let me know if you’re going to cum, okay?”

He nods, his blue eyes as wide as saucers as he watches me give him head.  Up and down I bob as the blowjob begins in earnest.  I had given a lot of BJs to a number of men over my years but most of that experience was useless here.  I couldn’t take him deep, I couldn’t engulf him, I couldn’t maintain a rhythm for very long due to my over extended jaw.  For the first time in a long time I was forced me to adapt, to play and explore and try new things.  I use my hands more, I slurp and suck sloppily along the sides corn on the cob style, I focus a lot of my attention on the tender tip and the four or so inches I could fit into my mouth, and the whole time I am thrilled to bits.  It was just plain FUN.  Keeping my long hair back I make sure both Bret and the cameras had a perfect view of my oral activities.  I couldn’t wait to watch this part back again.

Bret is panting hard, his hips rock with me, his cock as hard as tempered steel.  He was close.

I was relieved.  Now that he’d seen the situation Rhett wasn’t going to let Bret actually fuck me so this was the best case scenario.  He might leave here still a virgin but after our heavy petting and a top notch beej I think the kid would be walking a bit taller afterward.  And honestly, as horny as I was and as curious as I was, it would be for the best if we didn’t actually make love.  I might cum just from a bit of teasing!  I was gonna be a wildcat for Rhett tonight!  With that in mind I refocus myself from foreplay mode to simply giving Bret the best god damned blowjob I could.

I go as deep as I could take him, holding back my gag reflex as his bulk presses against my throat, and there I hold him for as long as I can.  Little gasps escape him as he squirms beneath me and I feel my face slowly turning red from lack of oxygen.  Ohhhhh, it felt so good.  He was simply too much man for me to take all the way.  Something about that lit me up like bonfire.  My eyes filled with tears I force myself just a fraction deeper, pushing just his big tip into my throat, then with a gagging glug retreat up again.  Spittle streams from my gasping lips as I pull back and suck in air.  Spitting on his cock for even more lube I pump his meat hard with a tight grip.  “Such a big boy!  Goodness.”  I stroke faster and harder, waiting to see that load erupt any second now.  I bring my other hand into the action.  One hand around his base and one above it I jerk the long schlong in a way I never could have with Rhett.

Getting down low I pull his shorts back further with my chin and instantly nuzzle into his hairy nuts.  I don’t know why I was surprised at this point, but his balls were huge too!  They were like fucking golf balls!  They made Rhett’s seem paltry by comparison.  Big dick, big balls, I guess it made sense.  How much cum could these babies hold?  I suck his sack and tongue his testes as my two hands keep on stroking.

“Ohhhh woahhh!”  Bret moans with good feelings.  “So good!”

In a flash I am on is cock again, my head bobbing up and down as I sucked him for all I was worth.  It wouldn’t be long now.  Even the experienced Rhett couldn’t last long at this pace.  “Mmm.”  I hum my encouragement.  That’s it, cum for me kid.  Having been still this whole time he surprises me by laying hands over the back of my head.  Gah!  I loved it when a man did that.  Resting my weight on one arm my other slips down between my legs as I start playing with my pussy in time to the steady bobs of my head.  “Mmmm.  Mmmmm.”  My moans rise as the end draws near.

“Hoohhhh God!”  Bret groans as his hand tighten just a little and his hips start to thrust instinctively.

Cum already!  My jaw is aching and my shallow breaths through my flaring nostrils weren’t quite enough but I soldier on wanting to bring to him to climax in the glorious final flurry.  I suck, I slurp, I slather as his big cock stuff my mouth.  I go down on him like a wild woman in a desperate race to get that nut.  God damn it Bret…CUM!

And then…I look up into his eyes.  What I see staring back at me is man having the time of his life, but a man very much still in control of himself.  On his best night Rhett would be at the edge after all that, not so with little brother.  He looked all warmed up and ready for more.

I couldn’t keep going.  Popping off of his tip I rub my sore jaw muscles and let out a giggle.  “Give me a second.”  I say between heavy breaths as I stretch my jaw.  “You’re thick.”

With a voice of charmingly oblivious innocence he asks.  “Can we have sex now?”

I look at him.  I look at his huge cock.  I look up at him again.  And I think about Rhett.  This was it.  This would be the end.  Damn, I was hoping to at least give the kid his climax before the end.  And yet…even now…there were no calls, no shouts, no footsteps, no knocks on the door.  I didn’t know how to feel about this.

Where was he?  What was my boyfriend doing down there?  My curiosity about Rhett not coming to stop this had now shifted to suspicion and even a touch of indignation.  Uncomfortable questions start to burble up unbidden.  Did Rhett already know about his brother?  Was this a set up?  Did he want this?  Was he enjoying this too much to interrupt?

My rational mind was saying all the right things, to keep an open mind, that size didn’t matter, that it was just sex, that jealousy was a foolish emotion, and other such reasonable things.  Yet some deep instinctive, traditionally feminine, part of me wanted, needed, Rhett to come like my knight in shining armor and ‘save’ me from the monster.  Not even for my sake, per se, but his own pride.  What kind of man could sit there and watch his woman take a cock so vastly greater than his own?  It was an awful and petty thought, one that made me realize I wasn’t quite the enlightened spirit I always though I was.

Despite my best efforts to not summon the odious word, not to have its wretched stain touch my cherished image of my beloved boyfriend, it came nonetheless.  Cuckold.

NO!  I shake the disgusting thought from my mind.  My man was no cuckold.  I was being silly, silly about all of it.  Bret being well endowed didn’t change a thing.  Rhett wasn’t coming because he was just that comfortable with his own manhood.  He was confident and secure in himself and in us.  If he wasn’t threatened why the hell should I be on his behalf?  I was being so silly over such a silly thing.  Silly, silly, silly.  If Rhett could be that secure in himself and in me so could I.

Whatever other misgivings I might have are drowned out by my burning body, I was still as horny as a cat in heat.  I NEEDED to be touched soon and at this point I didn’t care who it was.  Having gotten my head right about all of this I give Bret a smile and nod.

Chapter 6