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I had never seen such a blatantly obscene yet masculinity impressive sight. The glans was shiny with pre-cum and peeked out past the lip of his foreskin. The surface of the shaft had a large puffy vein running all the way down it and into the coarse wild grey hairs that grew two inches up the flared base. It had to be eight inches long and, Lord Almighty... it was soft! Then he let go. The piss flew out at an amazing volume and rate. The man pissed like a goddam stallion! I tried to yank my gaze away from his enormous shaft and turned my attentions to my own business and my own puny peepee. The man by my side was 65. I had just wiped my willie off when he came up very close and opened his fly. His name was Frank. He was a head shorter than me, arrogant, hairy and very muscular. He wasn't good- looking, his face was dominated by a huge flat nose. You know that old French actor Jean-Paul Belmondo? Imagine his face at 65, with a heavy stubble. Add to that Frank's ten years in the ring and debauched lifestyle. My eyes kept sneaking glances at his gushing monster. I sensed the old man was eyeing me too, as if to make sure I had noticed his prostate was belying his years and was in excellent condition. "Would you like to hold it for me, boy?" he smirked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I mumbled, turning red. "You're welcome." Frank's voice was deep and rasping. "Your girl's been checking out my merchandise for the past six hours." Huh? My own modest stream of piss stopped. I needed to confront this bold statement at once. "Uh, that wasn't a very funny joke, Frank," I said. "I'm not a joker," Frank grinned, shaking the excess off that colossal organ. He spent a couple of seconds stuffing his enormous manhood back into his jeans and zipped up. No longer distracted by his Kong sized prick, I spoke again "I demand you take that back," I said, as firmly as I could. "You have a problem?" he said nonchalantly, "I've been around a while. I can tell when a girl wants to have some fun." "You're being inappropriate and rude, Frank! Ingrid has not checked out your package." "Inappropriate?" He sounded amused. "Accusing your elders of lying is what I would call inappropriate." "You're calling Ingrid a... a package checker-outer!" His laugh was a deep bellow. "Guess I do. Your girl's been checking out my package like her favorite lollipop was inside. I get easily turned on when I'm seated next to a young beauty like her, you see. If a good-looking woman is gazing at what I have, my cock enjoys the attention. It gets hard and juicy." "Now watch your words...!" ."..And your girl didn't look away all flustered, like you just did. She's curious to see more. She wouldn't mind being a package-opener." "Oh, come on, Frank." This was getting just plain childish. "You come on, boy," Frank chuckled. "You can't accept that a normal red-blooded woman scopes out the bulge in another man's pants just because she's your girl?" What was this? Things had been going quite smoothly up till this moment, the two of us standing at the edge of a forest along a side road of the highway. In the middle of nowhere. 2 I had just finished my first year at university in my grandpa's home town. Ingrid had been visiting me for one whole week. Frank and grandpa were pals since childhood. Frank had been abroad for a long time, so I'd never met him. Yet he was part of our family mythology. Frank used to be a national boxing champion before he took up bodybuilding. Now he was back and gramps and he were reunited. Incidentally, Frank was planning a ride to our home town. Grandpa suggested we could do the 12 hours' drive for free with him. Grandpa loved to tell "Frank-stories." They were often rude, way out of line. Grandpa was some sort of dirty old man, I'm afraid. But Frank seemed to be ten times dirtier. We had met him briefly the day before we left. I didn't like him at all, but Ingrid and Frank seemed to get along real fine. After he left I heard Ingrid ask grandpa about Frank. I was in the other room, I couldn't hear them too well but she couldn't contain her giggles. "That runt has had way more pussy than that other Frank," I heard grandpa say. "Hyper sexuality," they call it. "They are doing some kind of medical research on the horny old goat." Ingrid (amused): "Mmm... is that so?...more... than Sinatra?" Grandpa: "Right. And they come running back for more. Young girls seem to outrun the field. Speaking off... hear that you were the fastest runner in your school?" Ingrid (giggling): "Fastest in town! He he... Henry... always the incorrigible bad boy, aren't you?" She was in the front with Frank all the time. They immediately struck a friendly chord, talked and laughed nonstop and didn't involve me much. I didn't care or think much of it. I wasn't much of a talker. Having hindsight I suppose the atmosphere in the front seat was flirtatious. Well, I was used to that, Ingrid WAS a flirt. But faithful as a puppy, I always rationalized. I dozed off in the back seat for a half hour or so. Only half awake, my sleep-muddled gaze caught Ingrid smiling at Frank. I made a sound, and vaguely observed her withdrawing her left hand from his side. OK, maybe she and Frank had chemistry. So what? Why shouldn't Ingrid be friendly with this old man and giggle at his comments? Why should I be jealous of a man old enough to be my grandfather? I dozed off again. 3 Now my mind was working on a logical response to Frank's phony overconfidence. The Greeks had a name for it. In formal debating it's called - literal translation - "to the man." Let's just say if you're in an argument with a fat guy and the fat guy's winning, you blurt out something about pulling up a chair to an all-you-can-eat salad bar. The Greeks considered an Ad Hominem to be a forfeit in a debate, since it has nothing to do with the topic at hand. Not to mention it is a childish way of denying you're being beaten. Here's what I said: "Geriatric limpdicks haven't exactly been her favorite." See? Ad Hominem. Forfeit. "What did you just say there, boy?" His gaze was shockingly direct, so unyielding, that I immediately had to look away. I saw him clenching and unclenching his fists. It took me all my courage to say: "You're old, Frank. Young women don't check out old guys. Young women check out young guys." See? I did it again. Ad Hominem. Ad Nauseum. A small sigh of relief escaped me when he wore that amused look again. "I see. A troubled and jealous little man. You're not taking care of her, are you boy?" He just wouldn't let go. "Frank, that is none of your business." "She's too much for you, isn't she? She is a woman who needs attention. Needs it hard and long... and big." I took a deep breath then decided to be the big man, well, in a manner of speaking. "You know what, let's forget this conversation happened. We're going to be on the road for another six hours. The van's going to get smaller by degrees if we bicker like this, so let's call it a day. You win. I win. Nobody wins." (Whatever the hell that meant...) I had told Ingrid I was going for a little walk. I really needed that now, my nerves were on edge. The two of us parted ways. Frank said something and I stopped dead in my tracks. Wait a minute, what was that? I processed the words again: "You go for your walk. I need to fuck the little tease." I turned around. Frank was ambling back in the direction of the van, not even looking back. Fuck her! Did he just say that? I hustled up and walked alongside him. "Okay this has gone on long enough. We're leaving you now. We'll hitch-hike from the highway." "I'm afraid she won't let you do that. I intend to hook her, you see," said Frank, all smiles now. He tugged at a long reed of dry grass and began picking his teeth with it. "What are you talking about?" "A walk, you just said?" "You said you're going to fuck my girl." "I did. You don't trust her alone with me?" "I do trust her." "Then go on your walk." "You could rape her." Before I even had a chance to react, he stopped, turned toward me, his mule-dick tenting his pants again. He gave me a snide, condescending look. "Of course, that's what old limpdicks do all the time." "You know, I thought you were some sort of man," he continued. "You're Henry's grandson after all. But you're just a phony pantywaist bitch. You deserve to have your woman fucked right under your nose." "You say that one more time and..." I raised a fist. Frank's looked amused again, he knew full well I had no intention of using it. "Yes yes, you scare me shitless, boy. You want to make sure I don't rape her? Come along and stand guard. Yes, just hide out near the van where you can see it all happen. I do something "inappropriate" and you can blow the whistle. But you won't. Because Ingrid is the one that's going to cross the decency line. Over and over again. I'm gonna turn her into this old limpdick's cumdump." "We are leaving you now, Frank, mark..." He was ignoring me completely. "You are gonna watch me make your girl beg for my giant dick, won't that be a treat? Tell me does she swallow?" "What's... huh?" "Yes or no!, does she swallow?" I considered the consequences of blessing this question with a response, then blurted out: "No." He nodded confidently, then said, "Does she take it in the ass?" Through gritted teeth I said the word: "Never." Frank smiled ear to ear then looked down at the bulge in his jeans and talked to it, "Heard that, old friend?" He looked back up, musing. "Well, that is gonna be one tight fuck." Frank gestured toward the VW bus by the riverside. The sliding door was open. And there, standing before the door was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Ingrid. My girl. 4 This is the way I'll always remember her I suppose. Her self-designed long tie-dyed sundress hung loosely around her ample breasts and hips. She was a full girl, plenty of meat on her bones, but not an ounce of fat. Her hippyish childhood had made huge imprints in her life. She was already a promising "hippy-style" fashion designer, she was an environmentally conscious vegan - and she couldn't stand chauvinism. Like me she was twenty. She was as buoyant as a life raft, so fit and completely natural. Mountain woman, forest nymph, my Ingrid loved to walk barefoot through life. She was everything a man like me could want in his girl, his friend - and lover. Like Frank rudely had suggested, Ingrid needed a lot of love. Sadly he was also correct in his assumption that I was under-performing in bed. I was - and my lack of performance put a strain on our relationship, not to speak of my own mental health. Ingrid loved sex, she was always ready to do it. Whenever I was able to give it to her, she was ready to take it from me. And when I looked upon her now... I could have torn her clothes off her supple body and taken her right then and there, fucking her to a comatose state. But I knew old Frank was thinking the same thing. Completely unaware she was being watched, Ingrid pushed her long frizzy red-blonde hair out of her eyes. She bent over to pick up something, giving Frank and myself a nice view of her mountainous cleavage. The vulgar old coot licked his lips and rubbed his hands. "Mm, mm." I heard him say. "That's it, Frank, we'll..." "What, you still here?" He was curling his lip in a sneer. "Go hide yourself, little boy. I'm gonna turn that girl into a cock-hungry breeding bitch." It was finally my turn to laugh, "Whatever you do, don't let her hear that word come out of your mouth. She'll cut your nuts off." He didn't even flinch. "Thanks for the heads up, but when I call her a bitch she's gonna ask for more." I had no response. "Now go hide yourself," he took a few steps, then turned toward me one last time. "And, boy? Just be thankful I'm letting you watch." With that he left me, pushing on toward the van. I stood there thinking, this is ridiculous. I was letting this old man go try to fuck my girl? It was absurd. Yet I watched as he walked toward the car. My instincts told me to run up there, kick the old fart's ass and bid him, his arrogant strut and his ten gallon cock a good fucking riddance. But I just stood there. There are moments in your life you look back on and can't figure out what you were thinking at the time. I look back on this moment and I know what I was thinking. I wanted to see him fall. I wanted to see this conceited old brute go up to my beautiful, loving girlfriend, and try to make her beg for his fat old dick. And get cold water splashed in his face. Frank hailed her and she looked up. Those crystal blue eyes sparkled as she smiled widely back. She almost saw me too so I quickly ducked down behind a boulder. I watched Frank casually nod to her and point to the van, saying something. She nodded and gave him a sexy smile as if to say "okay." Oh my God, I thought, had he done it? Had he just asked if she wanted to hop in the van with him so he could slip his huge manhood into her wet pussy? But Ingrid turned away and Frank hopped in the van, sliding the door closed behind him. Ingrid was a few meters from the van, preparing lunch. Behind her, I could see Frank's waist, the only part of him visible through the sliding door. He was changing his clothes. He had his shirt off and .. I admit, his torso was remarkable, very muscular and all covered in grey hairs. Now the pants were coming down and out it flopped. God his penis was humungous... Ingrid casually glanced behind her, caught sight of Frank's cock and did a double take. If you ask me, she looked at that gargantuan dick much too long. She studied it right up until Frank yanked on a pair of knee-length shorts, packing his monster away again. Ingrid suddenly turned away, as if what she was thinking was wrong. She did look flush though. The old man's sex cannon had certainly left a lasting impression. Fine, I thought, now she has seen it. But even if she has, there's no way she's actually going to beg for it. Frank opened the sliding glass door and came out of the van wearing only the shorts. I couldn't take my eyes away from his chest. Below a protruding collar bone, his chest was enormous, the pectorals hard and pronounced. Yes, I could understand why some women found him sexually attractive. Ingrid looked up and smiled, eyes wandering around his tan body momentarily... I knew she liked hairy chests... yes down to his dick, ho hum... then forced herself to look away. She said something and continued to prepare lunch. Frank looked down at her sexy ass and for a second I was afraid he was just going to jump her right there. Then I'd swoop in and rescue my poor girl from the big bad man. But Frank simply sat on the lip of the van, relaxing. He leaned back, letting his thick man meat bulge proudly under his shorts. He just watched her, not even a hint of sexuality. I started getting relieved. Nothing was happening. Frank was all talk, no action. He was just messing with my head. He really had no interest in my girl whatsoever. And even if he did, she really couldn't care less about Frank's dick, didn't want to fuck him, not now, not ever. Period. I decided I was going to get up and walk to the van and clean the slate with Frank. I'd never mention this event to him and maybe someday would tell Ingrid over a couple of beers. Just as I collected the resolve to rise up from behind my rock, Ingrid sat on the lip of the van next to Frank. And the two started talking. Nothing physical, just talking. Eye contact. Smiles. He made her laugh. She seemed to laugh a lot harder at his jokes than at mine. Then something happened that chilled me to the bone. Ingrid crossed her legs inward toward Frank, then started fussing with her hair. I was a psychology student. I was interested in the theory that implies you can understand the workings of the mind by studying the movements of the body. You could put plugs in your ears and still understand what was going on in someone's head simply by watching them, like a silent movie. And when my girl crossed her leg in toward Frank and started playing with her hair, my confidence began to crumble. You have to understand that in order for someone to do that - especially a beautiful girl, who is acutely aware that almost every man she encounters is evaluating her on a sexual level - they have to be completely at ease. Guard totally down. Frank briefly glanced down at Ingrid's generous breasts quivering gracefully before him as she began playing with her hair and grinned at him. That old fucker had been retired for five years! Anyway, being the kind of petulant little head case I am, I threw my psychological theories out and decided I needed to hear what they were saying. So I began the silent scramble toward the van. There was a light breeze going, and the crickets were starting to chirp loudly. So my movements went unnoticed as I circled around the van, behind it and began crawling underneath it, toward them. All I could see were Frank's large feet planted flat on the ground to the right of me, and Ingrid's dainty ones, one foot crossed over the other, to the left. I could now hear their voices. Ingrid: "How come you never settled down with a woman? Did you never want a wife of your own?" Frank: "No. Never wanted one. Not my own wife, anyway." She laughed. She laughed!!! Frank: "The story of my life, girl. Most of the women I'm involved with are other men's girls." Ingrid: "And are you still dating... I mean, you are now like..." Frank: "Sixty-five, yes. Don't get me wrong, I like single women too. But attached women are simply better. In every way." The way he said this really scared me. There's a lilt in his voice that made it clear to me he was looking deep into those sexy blue eyes when he said that. Ingrid: "Wow, umm... so do you ever... get caught by their men?" Frank: "All the time. Often, I'm the one who says 'Hey, Mr., sorry to have to break it to you, but I'm making love to your wife and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." Those words echoed in my head as I watched Ingrid rub her feet together. My God. Was she actually getting turned on? Ingrid: "And they never do anything?" Frank: "What can they do? I connect with a woman and she's mine. Nobody, not even her husband's gonna keep me from enjoying what's mine." Ingrid: "So you just... date these women in front of their husbands?" Frank: "Oh yes. They quickly learn who is the boss. Sometimes they even like to watch." Ingrid (laughing nervously): "You're putting me on, Frank." Frank: "It turns them on to see their woman get treated like a lady by a real man." Ingrid (wanting to resist him): "Oh I get it. You're supposed to be some big old stud, is that it?" Yes! Give it to him, Ingrid!, I thought, excitedly. Finally, Frank the super prick gets hoisted up on his own throbbing member! Do it, Ingrid, cut him down to size. I waited. But the cutting down never happened. Frank flipped the script. Frank (crudely) : "Don't play me off like that! You're in a relationship. You know just what I'm talking about." Silence. Dead silence. For I don't know how long. I imagined Ingrid working up the nerve to tell this asshole off. I imagined her looking at him in utter contempt and disgust. Then I imagined her twirling that chunk of blonde hair around her finger looking his body over, enigmatic look in her eye. My gaze darted between the two sets of feet looking for a psychological clue. It finally came when Ingrid's feet moved closer to Frank's. Then I heard a wet, lip- smacking sound. Ingrid let out a sweet little sigh and started rubbing Frank's bulging hairy calf with her well-shaped toes. 5 No, please God. Please. They were kissing! She was kissing his stubbly old face! Frank was doing this, wasn't he? He was doing it! No, no, he wasn't yet. She was only kissing him. She hadn't begged him for it. That was the deal, she was supposed to beg him. I lay there on my belly under my own van like a fucking lizard hoping I was still in the clear! There was more footsie and I had to use to my imagination to fill in the blanks. I heard Ingrid softly whisper: "Now, that's a chest, my hand almost disappears in your hairs." Then my ego was leveled another blow. The sound of rustling jeans followed by: Ingrid: (gasping): "Jesus, Frank" (giggling like a little girl) "I can't fit my hand around it." I felt queasy. I could almost hear Frank's old meat thickening in my girl's little hand. Frank's gruff voice came next: "Jack it off." Ingrid: "I'll have to use both hands." Frank: "Whatever you need to get the job done." I started hearing the friction of skin on skin. My heart was sinking like lead. Frank: "Aaah girl. Work that butter churn." Ingrid: (breath quivering): "Oh baby! Does it ever stop growing? This is unbelievable!" Frank: "Believe it, bitch." The skin-friction stopped. Land mine! I had warned Frank of it. Ingrid's three forbidden words are: 'babe', 'bitch' and 'cunt.' She once threw a pepper mill at a guy who called her 'babe'. This was it! Frank was about to get the axe. Ingrid: "What did you just call me?" Frank: "You heard me, bitch. You don't like it, walk away." I gleefully waited for the tantrum. It never came. Instead, the skin friction started again! No! This can't be happening. She was obeying him! But what I heard next stunned me beyond belief. Ingrid: "Can I suck it?" I'd never wished for deafness before, but I would have given anything to have my ears damned instead of hearing Ingrid's silky voice ask that question. Here comes the insult to injury Frank: "Magic word?" Ingrid: "Please." Thank you very much. Not another word. Then I watched Ingrid's knees drop to the ground, situating themselves between Frank's feet. Her thighs began to move slightly, rhythmically. She was sucking him off. I started hearing the noises. The gagging, the choking, the labored nostril-breaths and yes... the whimpering. My girl was falling in love with Frank's cock. And he knew it. Frank: "Suck harder. Mmm. Uh-huh. Harder still. You're getting there. That's good. Now give it some throat. Deeper, let's see what you can handle. Mmm. Yeah. Choke yourself on it, cunt." Cunt. Well I guess the three forbidden word rule went south. I heard Frank laugh in amusement. "Damn, babe, you sucking like a real pro now! The other vegans know how much meat you can stuff into that pretty mouth of yours?" Ingrid tried not to laugh while she was blowing him. Old Frank was one charming fucker. Frank: "Ooh, you almost got half of it in there! You used to a big cock, babe?" Ingrid: (briefly coming up for air): "This is to my boyfriend's cock what a king cobra is to an earth worm. It's the most gorgeous amazing thing I've ever seen." Ingrid's obscene suckling started noises again. I was frozen in shock. Frank: "I love the way you look at me with those beautiful eyes while you suck that monster. Aah yes, a finger... you know what I like. Your boy would have loved to watch you now." Ingrid (suddenly worried): "We must stop it now, Frank. He could be here any minute." Frank: "Shut up! Finish the job." I'd have taken decades of corporal punishment over this. Holy shit! I felt actual tears streaming down my face. I was starting to cry. Four years of bliss, over in less than a half-hour. This old bastard had swung a mighty wrecking ball into my life, obliterating everything beyond recognition. Ingrid, my soul mate, the girl I loved, the mother of my future children, was succumbing to this old man's love muscle like a common tramp and there wasn't a damn thing I could..." Ingrid: "Shh! What was that?" Frank: "What?" Ingrid (worried): "I thought I heard someone crying." I froze again. Frank: "Probably just a squirrel squealing." Ingrid: "Squirrels don't squeal like someone crying." Frank: "This one does. Now get back to work." I guess Ingrid was about to say something but it was mercilessly squelched by the sound of that gigantic penis sliding down her throat again. I couldn't believe my ears. Between the choking and the gagging, she was actually humming now. Ingrid was officially becoming Frank's cock-slave. Frank: "Babe, I am cumming right down your throat." Ingrid (mouth very full): "Mmhmm!" Frank: "And you are not gonna waste a drop." Ingrid (mouth very full): "Mm-mm!" Frank: "Clean up like a good girl and I just might fuck your little 20 year old ass." Ingrid: "Mmmm." Frank: "Okay, girl. Forget lunch, cause I'm gonna give you breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert all in one bite. Now, get ready." I once came inside Ingrid's mouth. She did not swallow but the thought of having semen in her mouth prompted her to barf on my lap. She ordered me never to do that again. I guess that edict was out too. Because she was making no protests at the suggestion of chugalugging Frank's old jizz. I was filled with a vile urge to take a gun to both of them. Or a knife. I had to do something. Stealthily, I crabbed backwards and came out the other side of the van. I quietly stood up and caught sight of them through the far door. There was Frank's massive hairy back, blocking most of my view of Ingrid. He had one hand behind him; the other on Ingrid's frizzed red-blonde head, long fingers palming it. He was forcing her up and down on him, commanding her every move with his wrist. His body slowly tightened then he arched himself just enough for me to see what they in the dirty movies call "the hardcore." And my jaw dropped. 6 But not nearly as wide as my girl's was at the moment! Both her hands clasped the stem of what looked like the thick branch of an aspen. Frank's veins were bulging, his shaft glistening from my woman's saliva. I watched Ingrid trying desperately to accommodate this master loin, cheeks puffing, tongue swirling, lips firmly locked around its perimeter. In between she was praising it's beauty, it's hardness and taste. As if he knew I was watching, Frank pulled her head all the way up, so I could see all of his powerful, twelve-inch pussy pleaser, bulbous head and all. I could only imagine what was going through Ingrid's head, besides 12 fat inches of truly superior cock. Yes. Frank came. And time stood still. And once Frank finished coming I'd be praying to go back to the good old minutes when I was only humiliated. It went a little something like this: that humungous purple dome-head expanded slightly and shot out a thick stream of creamy white jism, blasting it right into Ingrid's hungry mouth. Frank then pushed her head back down on his meat, getting it as far into her mouth as he could. Then I saw her gulp. And my knees weakened. This couldn't be happening! Filled to capacity, Ingrid's mouth started running over. And over. And over. Dribbles and drools of Frank's hot protein supply spilled down that cock shaft, finally running over her fingers. Ingrid was desperately trying to keep up, gulping down as much as she could. This was after all, the fruit of her labor. But it was no use. Frank seemed to have blown the equivalent of a twelve-ounce can of beer into her mouth over the course of about ten seconds. Her mouth, his cock, her hands. All were covered with warm rich seed. Frank lay back for the moment. He may have been done. But Ingrid wasn't. She began cleaning his cock off. "That's a good girl," he mumbled. By the time she was finished with it, it had softened up a bit, flopping this way and that as she licked it dry. She looked up at him showing him how she was licking every bit of it off her fingers and hands, as if seeking his approval. But Frank folded his arms. "You're gonna have to beg for it, little cunt." Then she said it. I couldn't believe I was hearing my once honorable girlfriend say these words to an old man she had only just met. "Please. Please fuck me with your monster cock." Frank nodded skeptically. "Get in the van, take off your clothes and spread yourself for me. Old Frank will bust you open like a fucking puta." As Ingrid crept onto the van's mattress. I could see Frank's amazing penis begin to harden again. Okay, I had blatantly underestimated this old super stud. His cock was without a doubt a dominant force to be reckoned with. And the way he used it, his ability to please and control a woman, all this was too much to get my mind around. Right now, my mind was like Ingrid's virgin ass. It couldn't handle what was about to be pushed into it. It'd just have to be stretched. Speaking of which, Ingrid was now on all fours, smooth pale ass skyward. She was anxious to be violated. I turned away and slid down the side of the van. Out of sight now I started to weep quietly, head in my hands. I don't how much time passed but it was dark now. The crickets were chirping very loudly. And Ingrid hadn't even noticed I wasn't back from my walk. I didn't want to see anymore. I just wanted to run away. But I knew I had to stand and fight, somehow. I mean, David beat Goliath, right? I rose again and peered through that glass. 7 Things were getting way out of control. My Ingrid was enjoying this way too much. I mean, true, Frank had the fattest twelve inch cock. True, she had just swallowed gob after gob of the old man's love goop, something she'd never done for me or anyone, ever. But Jesus! This was ridiculous. It makes me laugh now. Here I was by the road side in the middle of nowhere, peeping on my beautiful young girlfriend about to have anal sex with an old man on a mattress in his van! At that moment my mind was reeling at the sight. Ingrid was on all fours, completely naked, save for her little ankle bracelet. Her brown eye was peeping up at Frank's hovering cock, which stared back menacingly with an eye of its own. I wanted to barge in on them. I wanted to rush into the van and put a stop to this. Before that old wonder stud made mincemeat of my beautiful girl's asshole with his mammoth dong, turning her into his cockslave. I should have. Instead I just stood there frozen, peering in at this obscene display from outside the van. I had so far gone unnoticed. I thought for a second maybe Ingrid caught a glimpse of me. But that second ended mighty quick. She was either so absorbed with taking that old jack hammer up her ass that she didn't notice me. Or else she DID notice me and couldn't be bothered. You pick! "Please," she begged, wriggling her backside up at him, "Fuck me in the ass." The tramp! He teased her for a moment, slapping her wiggling lovely rump with his unbelievable piece. But after Hitchcock, old Frank was the master of suspense. He played with Ingrid's butt with the gigantic head of his penis, making her wish it was inside her. Now! "Please Frank," she begged again, softly, voice quivering, "Fuck me with it." "You want this?" he barked, rubbing the head of his magnificent cock around her butthole. "In your ass?" he added, as if he needed to clarify. "I need it in my ass!" she cried. But Frank was reserved. He stopped and took a breath. Reading her face I could tell he was making her crazy! "Hmm," Frank said pensively, "I don't know if you can handle it." "I can handle it!" she yelled. This was my girl? The girl who had loved and respected me for four years? The girl who was to bear and raise my children? Pleading on bended knee to get her ass fucked by this old stranger? "Damn, sweetie, your ass is perfect, it's too good not to eat." With that Frank's head suddenly dipped down and he stuck his tongue deep inside Ingrid's bum hole. "Frank, I'm not... please wait..." He didn't wait. He ate her out with gusto and Ingrid soon groaned out her pleasure. "Ooh the tongue... so long...so good... so naughty..." "Mmm... what a sample! I always eat my women up. I'm gonna have you for dinner, girl, every delicious inch of you." He had extracted his head. He had three long left-hand fingers deep inside her soaking pussy and had lifted her right foot to sample her sweet toes with his long tongue. "Okay, my gorgeous little slut," said Frank. He lined up his cock and finally thrust his hips and pressed the eye of that enormous monster right up against the eye of her willing butt. Ingrid had never been buttfucked by anyone, anytime, anywhere. She'd once told me - right after I had made my sole request to sodomize her (the subject never came up again) - that the thought of anal sex sickened her. Butts were exit points, utilized exclusively for things coming out, not going in. Besides, she thought the act to be demeaning and demoralizing. Especially for a woman. But here she gave a nice throaty "Yesss!" when the final inch of the old man's weapon disappeared between her receptive cheeks. "Nnnn... NNNN!!" Ingrid exclaimed through her nose, when she felt the bulbous knob of Frank's penis probing insistently at her tiny rectum. The bloated glans of his cock bored its way inside her, stretching the ring of her anal sphincter to the limits. Up came Ingrid's head, eyes bulging with shock and disbelief as the force required for penetration sent his ramrod into her anal canal right up to the very hilt. Her mouth opened and closed silently, like a fish out of water, and then her voice caught hold and she screamed. "Nnnnaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" She broke out in a cold sweat from the ripping pain of it. But Frank gave her no respite. Holding her by the waist, he began buggering her with deeply penetrating strokes. Ingrid gasped for air, it fairly took her breath away. "It hu-hurts!" she whined. "Please! Frank, stop! You're ki-killing meee!" But he kept right on ramming it to her and, it seemed, much of the pain drained quickly away as the rubbery ring of her nether hole adapted itself to the girth of the monster cock pistoning in and out of it. "Oohh," she moaned, her face mirroring the pain- pleasure of taking a huge dick up her virgin asshole for the first time. Frank panted and was cross-eyed as he was enjoying the furnace like heat of Ingrid's snug shit-chute. His fingers bit into her full, feminine hips as he jerked her back toward him and simultaneously hunched his cock balls-deep up my woman's dirt road. "It still..." she complained. "Shut up!" Frank sneered at her, "I'll tell you when to speak." With that, he hauled back with one hand and gave her ass a spank for the ages. Ingrid tensed in pain. or was it pleasure? "You got that, cunt?," Frank continued. Ingrid nodded weakly, ass shaking violently, impaled on this humungous pole of fuckmeat. Frank raised a hand and swung it down again, spanking Ingrid ten times harder. This time she jerked her head upward and shrieked "Oh! Yess! I got it! I got it!" then she looked down, ashamed and aroused at once. Her big breasts quivered like jello the whole time. In a strange way that turned me on. In a completely normal way - what was to follow did not turn me on at all. Frank began grinding his dick in and out of her sphincter repeatedly, tirelessly, eliciting responses from my woman I had never heard before. She was loving this. The way he was talking to her. The way he was abusing her. The way he was battering her anus with his twelve incher. She was babbling like an idiot. "I... you... Frank... you horny beast...I can feel you... all of you... in my ass... so big... so big... so good... so good..." "That's nice to know," Frank answered snidely, slamming his fantastic organ deep into her bowels again and again. Frank's groin spanked against my girl's cheeks over and over. Her big, young breasts flopped back and forth like the udder of a cow doing wind sprints. And I was watching the whole thing. I mean, I wasn't moving. Mosquitos were biting me, even. I couldn't have cared less. I was watching my girl getting an assfull of old pipe and enjoying it in a way she'd never enjoyed anything before. 8 When I had argued with Ingrid about anal sex, right after that sole request I had made, one of my points was this: if it feels good to have something come out of you through that portal, imagine how good feels to have something go in! I remember her eyes narrowing as she said "It feels good because something is coming out. When something's going in, the anus rejects it, causing it's owner to feel DISpleasure." I demanded her to prove it and she shut me up by saying: "You're such a believer in the pleasure of anal sex why don't you let me take a dildo to your ass?" She refused to fuck me that evening and the subject of sodomy never arose again. But watching Ingrid cry out in pleasure at this big old dick violating her ass, I was confident I had now done enough observational research to reach this hypothesis: It DEFINITELY feels just as good - maybe better - when something is going INTO your ass. Did I you tell you how faithful she had been up until this old stallion came into her life (and orifices)? She was a flirt, yes. But until mere moments ago, she had been a graceful, gentle young woman, an innocent doe, frolicking in a forest that'd been happy to have her frolic within it... Yes..that's what I always told myself... Now... with this insanely huge old penis inside her - she had become something less, far less. I mean, she was below a slug on the evolutionary chain. She was turning into a... I had to find the right words. A "white trash cumslut," yes that's it. And I, her own boyfriend, was watching her disgusting descent live and in living color. I honestly could have thrown up right then and there. Only I didn't have the stomach to look away. Frank pulled out all the stops and poured on the coal. His hairy rear end rose and fell with smooth rapidity. Soon he was ramming it to her hard and fast as he could go, the both of them gasping for breath, Ingrid squealing out from the pleasure being pumped into her while Frank grunted with the effort and kept right on hammering away. "Oh god cum, you darling stallion... before you d- drive me completely...! Ohhh... Frank... oh shit... I'm cumming... Ooooh god!" She threw back her head. Her mouth flew open and her eyes rolled up in their sockets till only the whites could be seen. Her body was all sweaty and she started convulsing like an epileptic. And then, just as her orgasmic contractions were beginning to weaken, he lunged into her bowels up to his quivering balls. But he didn't come. Instead Frank pulled his masterful organ out of my girl's ass. She cried out loud at the loss. Frank grabbed her shoulder and forced her onto her back. I could tell she was exhausted. She just looked up at him, sweaty, panting and cross-eyed at the sight of that magnificent cock. "I'm gonna fuck you now where a woman is supposed to be fucked," he said to her calmly. She gulped, unable to speak. I finally looked down at her soft pussy. Never, in my entire life. have I seen a woman's vagina so wet and wide open. Evidently Frank had or he would have reacted to the sight with a little more surprise "You ready...my little... bitch?" Frank said, one side of his mouth curling up in a semi-grin, stroking his mind-blowing sex organ back to full erection. "I'm ready," Ingrid said in a little girl's voice. Her eyes were like saucers now, drinking in the sight of Frank's enormous twat-filler. Frank lowered his 13" piece till it was finally even with Ingrid's invitingly wet pussy. She braced herself. He paused for a second. Then reared back. And charged into her. 9 "Gaaa-aaahhhhhh!" Ingrid cried out, and then she sucked in her breath raggedly as a tremor washed over her sweat-sheened torso. "Oh, Jesus, yessss... give it to me, you giant stud! Do I feel good to you too? God Frank, sweetie, oh the cock... the COCK!" Frank put a hand over her mouth and I watched as his grey-haired buttcheeks pumped. It was unreal. It looked as if he would eventually turn her inside out with that thing, the way he was pushing into her. Unable to speak, Ingrid's eyes and nostrils flared in amazement. She was taking it all into her heretofore under-used, under-appreciated young cunt, which was only now getting what it deserved. Her body began to buck violently as she came again, and again, this time vaginally. According to gynecologists, a true vaginal orgasm is the end-all and be-all. The most pleasurable feeling a woman will ever have experience in her entire life. Ingrid stared up in disbelief at Frank. He took his hand off her mouth and it opened wide as she began to howl, like a wolf in heat. To my dismay, this went on for a bit. Anyone could see what was happening here, besides two people having sex. Frank was training her. By the time he was finished with her she wouldn't even be a human being anymore. Just another of Frank's cross-country fuck-dolls. Some slut he could brag about somewhere down the road. And someone he'd be able to drop in on at a moment's notice someday and conjugate with. Frank raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled at her, "My girl, that's the best pussy I've ever had. Fuck, it's snapping. It's making me come." She reached out and squeezed his hairy ass, fingers digging in deep, about to come again herself. She wrapped her legs around Frank's waist and locked them at the ankles. She was red-eyed and her face was stained from pleasure tears. "God Lord yes, you wonderful man... come baby, dump your load!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The van was now rocking like a dinghy in a hurricane. Ingrid must adore this rough and raunchy type of sexing. She reveled in the rapture of complete carnal abandonment. Then I noticed, out the corner of my eye, an elderly local couple passing by. The smiled at me neighborly and started to wave. Then stopped when they noticed this van I was peeping into was rocking in a very specific way. The woman looked away from me and the man grabbed her arm and picked up his pace. They must have thought I was some kind of pervert! Once the old people were gone, I looked nervously around. Ingrid hadn't embarrassed anyone else with her shrieks of pleasure. At least not yet. Ingrid's arms frantically stroked Frank's rippling back and his huge biceps, her legs were rubbing his powerful hips, blue eyes staring up at him, child- like. Frank was at the peak of his heavy rutting and no doubt was on the verge of exploding. That was it! I had to do something fast! I thought of Popeye. "That's all I can stands, cuz I can't stands n'more!" Brutus was stealing my Olive. NOT! I ran around the van, toward the sliding side door. I pulled at the handle and slid it open. A wave of nausea hit me. The rutting couple on the van's floor suddenly reminded me of a cave man enjoying his newfound cave woman. I was watching Fred Flintstone's dad power-fucking my gorgeous 20 year old Pebbles! She clung to him for dear life, loving every second of it as he pounded her spanked and fucked butt against the mattress with the pile-driving force of his furiously pistoning prick. It fit her swollen, red- lipped snatch so snugly that the free-flowing juices of her crazed fit of lust was sloshing around within her, while his plunging phallus made salacious squashing noises as he pumped it rapidly in and out of her sopping sex hole. "Are you coming too?" Ingrid bleated, her lovely legs wrapped around him. "You are! Frank!!! Oh baby! You big cock-monster, I can feel it! God! Daddy! DADDY! What a man! Cream my cunt! Shoot it full! Deep inside meeeee!" On adrenaline high, I grabbed the naked rutting old man by the ankle, twisted it and pulled as hard as I could. Frank cock made a really loud squishy sound when it had to leave Ingrid's pussy. For a brief moment there I was filled with childish pride. Yes, I had prevented the old bastard from shooting his vile seed into my woman! Ingrid was on the verge of her fourth violent vaginal orgasm as I took Frank's pleasure-giving cock away from her. Each come had been more gloriously intense than the one preceding it. Without being aware of it she was giving me a peek into a hitherto unknown world of multiple orgasms. It was another shocking moment for me. My Ingrid was like a woman possessed. I watched her as legs, arms, stomach, head - her entire naked body twitched uncontrollably. A huge squirt shot out of her pussy and hit the back door window. Embarrassed, she desperately tried to stop the gushing fountain with her hands, then by clenching her thighs tightly to keep her juices from flowing. Snot was running down her lips and cheek, she alternately sobbed, laughed or cried hysterically. She desperately tried to regain control of her own body. She hadn't even noticed me yet. On her left side was a naked old man. His face was distorted with randiness and frustration. He was giving me the strangest look. I saw contempt, oh yes, but something else too... indulgence, even pity. He cast a sideways look to the convulsing proof of his sexual prowess on his right hand side. Then he slowly spread himself for me. Yes he did, he showed his goodies off for the second time that day. He displayed that majestic, rock hard, smear-covered dick and his giant grey scrotum. His half-closed eyelids were fluttering in time with his wanton panting. His Ingrid-pleaser stood straight up from his stomach, their mixed juices running slowly down it's stem. He was stroking it lightly between his thumb and long finger. It was a cudgel, I thought, an object you can do someone harm with. He hefted his bull-sized balls, shamelessly, to let me see his hairy ass crack. I couldn't help drink in the sight of him. The old man's masculinity was overwhelming. And he knew it. I had prevented the old stud from filling Ingrid's orgasming pussy with his hot goo. I sort of regretted my brief moment of hubris. I was now looking at a man who hadn't got his nut. He clearly was displeased with that. This was man who badly needed to shoot his load. Me, I desperately needed to redeem myself as a man in Ingrid's eyes. She must have been drugged, I rationalized, she wasn't really responsible for what I had seen. Ingrid was still in an orgasmic world of her own. She was on her left side, still quivering, hands between her thighs. Blindly reaching out for her old seducer, she stuttered: "Please Frank, hold around me, I need it so." Simultaneously I heard myself yelling: "You ugly old fart! I'm ready! I'm not going anywhere!" I raised my fists. 10 Frank hadn't uttered one single word to me. The warmth in his voice when he answered Ingrid astonished me: "I know, sweetie. I will be quick. I will hold you." With that he edged forward to the tip of the van, his giant woody bobbing hypnotically. Even before his feet touched the ground he threw a fake punch to my face, throwing me off-balance. I didn't see Frank's large fist moving before it slammed into my stomach like an '88 Tyson hook. I fell to my knees, the wind knocked out of me. For a moment I was seeing stars. Then the stars were gone but I was bathed in cold sweat. Frank grabbed me roughly by the throat and lifted me to my feet. He held me like that for a few seconds, choking me. I was gasping for air, fearing a man sized punch. It never came. Instead Frank started bitch slapping me - face, cheek, ears, nose - over and over again. His palm, and the back of his hand stung like whips, my nose started to bleed. Somewhere faraway I heard Ingrid scream. Frank forced me down on my knees again. He leaned his hips forward and grasped his massive cock by its base. He began beating me about the face with it, like it was a club. I could feel his cock hitting me, hard, hot, heavy. I tried to protect my face with my hands but he slapped them away. "Frank!! OH GOD!! Don't... hurt... him... please!" Ingrid was still incoherent, stuttering. I caught a glimpse her warped but sexy face and her still quivering body. I could see a wild look in her eyes. The little whore was digging this! Roughly, Frank grabbed the hair hanging down my forehead and pulled it back so that my face was upturned to him. "Open your mouth, boy!" he growled. Without thinking I obeyed. I only wanted the beating to stop. My eyes were blurry with tears of humiliation. Suddenly, I felt something hot and hard pushing past my teeth. The spongy mass hit the roof of my mouth and the smell of Ingrid's pussy and ass filled my nostrils. I realized, to my horror, that Frank had slipped the head of his cock into my gaping mouth! I sputtered and tried to pull my head back but Frank wrapped one large hand around the nape of my neck and began slowly, forcefully, pulling my head onto his huge organ. Since my nose had swollen shut as a result of his slaps I found that I could not breathe with his grotesquely large tool filling my mouth to the walls. I began to gag reflexively. With his free hand Frank began jacking the part of his cock that wasn't already in my mouth. I placed my hands on his massive thighs and tried to push him away but he was much stronger than I had thought possible. Try as I might I could not dislodge his prick from my stretched lips. "Stop it Frank... oh FRANK!! You'll... kkkill him! Can't... you see he's turning... b-blue?" Ingrid stammered. I was near blacking out when Frank suddenly put both of his hands on the back of my head and began thrusting his hips wildly, forcing the spongy head of his cock against the back of my throat. His abundant white pubic hairs were tickling my lips and nose. I looked up and saw that his eyes had rolled back into his head. All I could see was the whites of his eyes. Then I felt a huge, hot gob hit the back of my throat. Then another. And yet another. I swallowed instinctively, trying desperately to keep my airway open. Frank's lips had a cruel sneer and spittle was flying from his lips as he shot wad after wad into my gullet. He seemed past all human reasoning, the animal within him had taken command of his senses. My tongue could feel his cock pulse with each mighty eruption, a large knot moving down the underside of his cock with each shot. I could feel his sperm burn all the way down my esophagus to my stomach. So far back into my mouth was Frank shooting his seed that I couldn't taste it. It had completely missed my tongue. Frank's knees were half bent and he kept up an unbelievable thrusting by pivoting his hips. He was fucking my skull, his torso finally bending over my head so that all I could see was his taut hairy stomach before my eyes. He was lifting himself off the ground on the toes of his feet, like a naughty dog humping one's leg. At last his thrusts became ragged, irregular, and then stopped altogether. He stayed wrapped around my head, his sweat dripping and stinging my eyes. Then slowly, he began pulling that long fat thing out of my mouth. It flopped downward after it cleared my lips and hung heavily, wet with my spit, over his bloated balls. I marveled at it still. Even now, deflating, it's foreskin creeping over the swollen head, it was tremendous. I looked to Ingrid. Her body was still spasming, but her face was aglow with renewed desire. Whatever concern she had for my wellbeing must have been overridden by awe at the ruthless old perv's brute strength. She was gazing at him with undisguised rapture. Frank was pulling on his crank, milking it. "Now girl," he said, "it's you and me again." Again, that warm, rich tone of voice when he spoke to the heavenly fucked young girl on the mattress. "Sorry if I got a little carried away there. I will take care of you now." "I know Frank, thank you," Ingrid whispered, managing an exhausted, adoring smile. Her long, tan legs were spread a little, showing her red, gaping slit. Frank crawled onto the mattress. Between his thighs, below the hairiest ass ever, his now limp monster was dangling very low, bull testicles slowly rising and falling. I was still on the ground. I could feel the spots on my face where his flat hand had connected were swelling pretty bad. My nose was still bleeding, there was blood all over the lower half of my face and my shirt. He lay down beside her on the mattress. He didn't seem to notice, or care that the mattress was all wet from Ingrid's juices. He picked up a rag and wiped tears and snot from her beautiful sexually-desirous face. He embraced her. She was still struggling to control her body - and tongue. Frank spoke to her in a soothing voice, they nuzzled and fondled. She stroked and fingered his dense stubble. Frank: "Was I too rough on him, sweetie?" Ingrid (shaking her head): "It's... the most awesome... thing... I have seen in my entire life!" He stroked her hair, gently. She grabbed his large pointer finger and put it in her mouth. Frank: "He's been your boyfriend, after all." Ingrid (voice cracking): "A man has a ....rrright to defend what's... His. That's what real Mmmen do. You just dddid that. Thank you, Fffrank." I was still on the ground. Frank spoke to me. "You, get in the driver's seat and drive this van back onto the highway," he calmly instructed, "I'll be back here driving my new woman. Bring us our lunch." 11 I humbly rose and left the two of them, nose in my handkerchief. I brought them the sandwiches Ingrid had made and kept one for myself. This wasn't happening, I tried to reason. It couldn't have been. It was such a ridiculous concept, from stem to stern. My girl was giving up four years of love and friendship for this.. this.. old prick? I replayed all the night's events in my head. Had he drugged her? Had he hypnotized her? Questions, questions, questions. But no answers. Except for one very obvious one, which I... hated to consider. I would in time, though. I closed up the van and walked around to the driver door. I grabbed the handle, opened the door and climbed in. I heard the muffled sound of low voices. I looked in the rearview and saw the two of them in post-coital bliss, small- talking, caressing, kissing. Frank's deep voice was very low, it sounded comforting, even loving. The musky scent of their sexing was still hanging thick in the air. No, I would never be able get my head around this old man. I had witnessed him unleash something deep within her. His ability to conquer and pleasure, his trailblazing sexual appetite and prowess. His ravenous manliness that turned Ingrid on something fierce. And now this transformation from nasty & dominant to caring and sensitive - it was more unnerving than anything else this horrible day. Ingrid seemed to adore both Franks, always ready to accept him, always ready to eat him up. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it... I could hardly decipher anything of Frank's deep, low voice. Ingrid's voice was still worked up and high- pitched. I caught the odd word between smooches and sighs. ."..sexy beast...it's so gorgeous...turns me on so that a guy your age...incredible...what a man...love your bod...God, that ass...adore you...be your naughty girl...the way you punked my big boy..." Uncontrolled giggling rippled through the air. The old fucker had left some smart-ass remark on that "big boy," hadn't he? Ingrid (teasing): "Your kind of pussy, Frank. Huh?" Frank: "My kind of pussy. My kind of woman. Best I ever had." And déja vu - like the player was stuck in a repeat mode: Ingrid (breath quivering): "Oh baby! Does it ever stop growing?! You are unbelievable." Frank: "Believe it... bitch." This time they laughed together. In perfect harmony. She was completely relaxed with this old lecher now. She gave a near perfect imitation of Frank's gruff voice just before he took her virgin ass: "I always eat my men up. I'm gonna have you for dinner, stud, every delicious inch of you." The sound of their laughing bounced all around the van. I set my eyes forward again, stuck the key in the ignition, turned it and started the engine. I wanted to ignore the fact that the girl who used to be mine was being fucked to holy hell by this geriatric force of nature. I could turn up the radio, I thought. I could use the side view mirrors instead of the rearview. Oh well. I gripped the wheel and pressed the accelerator. We were on our way out of our tiny parking space and heading home. If I kept driving fast - which was what Frank wanted - maybe we would be home by ten in the evening. I knew they would be the longest six hours of my life. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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