Big Cock Bully
There's a bully in your life. He might be your classmate, your boss, your co-worker, or even your dad. One thing's for sure though, he's got a big cock and he wants all the women in your life...and he's going to fuck them. Send me your stories, fantasies, and pictures you think deserve a caption. No personal pictures please, they will not be used.
Wife speaks to rude neighbor.
You were so sick of your neighbor blasting music through the thin walls that connected his place to yours. You complained about it relentlessly to your sexy wife and always said you would do something, but never did. He was an asshole, just the thought of talking to him scared you some. Eventually she got fed up with all your talk and no action and decided to take things into her own hands.
Coming out the bedroom a bit later on, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Your wife was wearing the smallest and tightest booty shorts you’d ever seen her in. It made you wonder how many years ago they were from, considering her already sizable ass was even bigger and rounder now.
It was also her top, although it could barely be called that. Only the smallest bit larger than her bra, it squeezed against your wife’s enormous chest and did nothing to hide the fact that she was stacked more than any woman you knew.
She blew you a kiss goodbye before you could complain, telling you she was going to handle the neighbor. Then with a wink and jiggle of her fat jiggly ass she slammed the front door closed right in your face. Your heart began to pound, not knowing what to make of your wife’s sudden attitude and shockingly revealing outfit.
You tried to listen, but the music was much too loud to make out anything concrete. You ran to the bedroom, since that was always the loudest spot, where the wall was thinnest connecting his bedroom to your own. Then the music stopped. Finally, finally you thought, the headache was about to be over. You waited for your wife to return with a smile on your face when you heard the bed springs.
Slow at first, but then picking up the pace and the headboard began to join in. Worst of all, the music resumed. You recognized the song as the slamming headboard went with the rhythm of the music. Then the moaning voice became all too familiar. Moaning turned into screams of pleasure, bed springs sounded like they might give out, and the headboard threatened to completely smash through the wall.
All while the music grew to an unreasonable volume. You recognized the song. “Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt. Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt! Turn around, stick it out Show the world you got a...”
The pictures on your wall began to fall and smash against the floor, one just barely missing your head as you listened in. You couldn’t believe what you heard, denied that it was real.
“Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt. Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt!”
Then you heard her voice. Louder than the music, the headboard, the bed springs, louder even than the memories of your wife and yourself smashing against the floor next to you.
“OH FUCK! FUCK ME JASON! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK! IT’S SO FUCKING BIG I CAN’T TAKE IT! SO MUCH BIGGER THAN MY LOSER HUSBAND! SMASH MY FAT ASS! YES! BIG JASON AND YOUR GIGANTIC MONSTER COCK!”
