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Heather (at age seventeen and eleven months) renews her acquaintance with what has to be one of the largest cocks in Christendom!

Author niceneasy. If desired, feedback/comments/suggestions to the author at chjp1874@gmail.com

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Chapter 18. ROBERT AGAIN. Heather aged 17.
Robert keeps his promise.

You’ll remember Robert. If you’d ever seen his humongous cock you’d never forget him! Well, some eleven months after our encounter in the car-park we got a call from him, telling us that he was judging on our local circuit and would love to take us out for dinner, as promised. We agreed a date in three weeks’ time, and he said he would send round a chauffeur-driven car to pick us up.

On the morning of the appointed day, Heather was worried about what she could wear on such an occasion. I said “Tell you what, let’s splash out on a hot new dress for you. It’ll be nice to give him a thrill for giving us such a treat.” We went out and tried on a lot of dresses in a very nice dress-shop, eventually settling on a thin-strapped ankle-length green number of lovely shimmering sheer material. The dress was very low-cut, showing her young but full breasts almost down to her nipples, but was cut in such a way that it looked really classy, not tarty. She had already made an appointment at the hairdressers for the afternoon, and came back with her hair beautifully tied up and back, with just a few ringlets deliberately hanging down to caress her otherwise bare neck and ears.

When we were getting dressed before being collected, Heather asked “Should I wear stockings and suspenders, just in case anything happens?” “What do you mean, ‘if anything happens’?” I queried. She giggled. “Well, he might like me to wank him off again – and I don’t mind if he does, I’ll do it, he’s such a sweet gentleman – and if it happens I’d pull up my dress and let him look at me. I know older men get turned on by girls in stockings and suspenders.” “Yeah, go on, wear them!” I said. “Mind you, I don’t think he’ll need them to get a hard-on for you – you looked absolutely irresistible in the shop in that dress.”

She sat at the dressing-table putting on her make-up, wearing only her knickers. Looking at her lovely large teenage breasts, I had an idea. “Look”, I said “just in case things develop a bit, let me put some blusher and rouge on and around your nipples. It’ll really blow his mind if he sees them like that.” “Do you think so?” she queried. “Think so? I’m a man – I know so!” “Alright then” responded Heather. She came and sat next to me on the bed, handing me the blusher and rouge. I applied the pink blusher first, with a little soft brush, in a circle about half an inch round each nicely protruding nipple. As I brushed, they started to swell a bit more, and I could hear her breathing deepen. She was getting turned on by the brush softly caressing her sensitive nipples! When I rubbed the rouge onto her actual nipples, they swelled even more. I looked up at her face – it was flushed and she was biting her lower lip sexily. “Oh, God, that’s so sexy, you doing that” she murmured. “Have we got time to do it before we go?” With a great effort of willpower, I said “No, and I wouldn’t want to ruin your hair. Save yourself for anything that might happen with Robert”

“Do you think he might want to try and do me - fuck me?” she asked. “I know his knob is so enormous that he probably couldn’t get it up me, but the more I think about it the more I want to know if I could take it or not.” “Believe me, my love” I counselled “If you give him any signals at all to encourage him to try, I’ve no doubt he will. Let’s see how it goes” She stood up and reached for her bra. The rouged and blushed nipples on her big firm breasts were enough to get any man going - I knew if Robert saw those, anything could happen!

I helped Heather get dressed, and zipped up her dress at the back. She looked superb. I put on the better of my two suits, and we were ready to go. Heather was nervous, but excited. Right on time, a Bentley pulled up outside, and a uniformed chauffeur got it and walked up the path. I answered the knock at the door; the chauffeur smiled and said “Car for Mr. and Mrs. Cox.” He led Heather and I to the car, and opened the back door for her. Inside was Robert, beaming at us. “Come in, my dear” he smiled, and extended his hand to help my wife get in. “You look absolutely wonderful.” “Thank you, kind sir!” she responded, as she sat down next to him in the spacious interior. He held her hand as he gave her a welcoming kiss on the cheek. I sat on Heather’s other side. Robert spoke to the chauffeur. ”Alright, James, we’re ready – you know where to go.” The car moved off. “Where are we going, Robert?” I asked. He smiled. “It’s a surprise – wait and see. You won’t be disappointed.”

The car made its way to the motorway, and headed down towards London. We all chatted away. Despite having my wife’s warm body close against him, Robert remained the perfect gentleman, making no attempt to touch her. I noticed, though, that he couldn’t help himself from looking down at her deep cleavage and large expanse of breast on which the street-lights threw flickering light as we sped towards the city centre. I couldn’t blame him; my young wife looked every inch a sexy society lady, smelt wonderful, and I was really proud of her.

We got to the centre of London, and passed Trafalgar Square. I was really curious as to where we were going. The car went down Pall Mall, turned right and headed up towards Piccadilly, and turned left when we reached there. I saw the big ‘Ritz’ sign as the car swept in to the entrance and pulled up. “You’re taking us to the Ritz!” I exclaimed. Robert smiled. “Absolutely, dear boy.” “You must have had to book months in advance!” I said. Robert just smiled again and said “Let’s just say I have connections. Let’s go in.”

After a drink in the aperitif area we were escorted to our table on the far side of the dining room. I was surprised at how much space was between tables, but then again, I had never eaten in such an establishment before. Heather attracted a lot of admiring glances as she passed, showing as she was such a large expanse of breast, which quivered deliciously as she walked. She blushed a little with the realization of how many of the male diners’ heads she was turning, but I knew that she would be secretly enjoying turning them on.

I won’t bore readers with details of the evening at the Ritz, other than to say that it was amusing to see how the waiter and the wine-waiter both kept trying to position themselves so as to be able to see down my wife’s cleavage. I couldn’t really blame them! I could get no idea of the cost of the meal, as no bill was presented; I guess Robert merely had arrangements for the amount to be debited from his account. I would have been surprised had it been less than £500, as I did manage to see the wine-list and noticed that the two bottles of wine that we polished off were listed at £120 each! How the other half lives!

On the way home, Heather dozed on and off (probably from the effects of the wine, although she certainly wasn’t drunk), slumped first against me and then against Robert. I could see that the very close proximity of her assets to him was having an effect, as a noticeable bulge developed in his trousers. And let’s face it, with the size of Robert’s own asset (although he didn’t view it as such), he didn’t need to get much of an erection for quite a bulge to appear! As we got further out of London he asked if we would like to call in at his judge’s lodgings on the way home, have a look at them, and have a nightcap there before being taken home. I readily agreed.

Once inside, Robert showed us around. It was a large 17^th. century cottage with lots of oak beams, superbly modernized without losing any of its character. After our tour Robert poured us liquers and we sat down and chatted. Unfortunately (or fortunately, perhaps), after all the wine in the restaurant, my wife’s grip on her glass wasn’t all it should have been. The glass slipped (although she didn’t actually drop it), and the liquid splashed all over her dress. “That’s an expensive dress, my dear” said Robert. “Unless we rinse the drink out straightaway it’ll stain and ruin it. Here, let me have it and I’ll rinse it clean immediately.” Heather looked at me, and I nodded. She stood up, and I unzipped her and helped her take the dress off. Robert took it out to the kitchen, and I could hear water running. He called out to me to go upstairs and fetch one of his shirts for her to wear. I found his wardrobe – all his shirts were silk! When I brought one down, Robert was putting the rinsed dress on a hanger, which he then hung above a radiator. “That should do it” he said. “It’ll take about an hour to dry, though – I’ll dismiss the chauffeur, and we can call a taxi later to take you home.” He went out to the car. When he returned I still hadn’t put the shirt on Heather. She looked absolutely superb standing there in just her bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders, cheeks flushed both with the drink and the embarrassment of being almost nude, and I wanted Robert to enjoy the vision of her so scantily clad.

He took the shirt from me and helped Heather put it on. The smooth silk hung sexily down from her shoulders as the shirt remained open. “Ahem” said Robert as he cleared his throat. “I can’t tell you how wonderful you look, my dear. You really do have the most beautiful body – and your breasts are so marvellous.”  Heather smiled and stepped close in to him. “You can feel them if you like” she murmured, and took hold of his hands and placed them on her bra-clad breasts. Robert gulped. “Shall we sit down, perhaps?” he suggested, and led her to the sofa. My wife smiled slyly at me as she sat down.

“I like it when a man feels my breasts,” she husked at him, as his eager hands roamed over the considerable surface area of them. “Would you like me to take my bra off for you?” “Oh, no my dear” was the surprising response. “I think a woman’s breasts feel so much better through material.” I’d never even considered that, but now he mentioned it, he had a point. So did each breast, now; I could see that Heather’s nipples had become erect through the thin material of her bra, with the fondling they were getting. She started to breathe more heavily as she became aroused, and it was no surprise to me to see her slide her hand onto his lap and gently start to rub the large and obvious bulge in his trousers. Robert drew in a sharp intake of breath, and closed his eyes as she massaged his huge cock through the material.

She leant forward and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Would you like me to wank you off again?” she asked, temptingly. Robert opened his eyes. “Oh, yes please – would you? You masturbate a man so well!” Heather kissed him again and pulled down his zip, undid his trousers at the waist and pulled down his underpants far enough to enable her to draw out the full length of his monster bare cock. She sat up so as to get both hands around it, and began to pump up and down, gripping just under the swollen head. Robert was in seventh heaven, and watching the obscene sight was having its effect on me, too, with my own cock fully erect in my trousers.

With Robert panting, after about a minute Heather, all the while continuing her lewd manipulation of his knob, said to him “Robert, do you think we could perhaps try – you know – just to see –maybe whether it could fit in me just a little bit?” “Oh, my darling” he responded. “I’d be afraid I might hurt you; I couldn’t bear the thought of doing that.” Heather smiled at him. “If it does, I’d say, and you can stop. I’d really love to try, though – I’ve been thinking about it for ages. Please, let’s try!” “Oh, my love, you’re so brave!” he gasped. “How do you want to do it?”

She stood up. “Pull my knickers off” she instructed, and Robert did as he was told. My wife sat back down on the sofa, with her legs wide open. “Come on, then, Robert – try to get it in.” Robert looked round at me. “Peter, I know from past experience that there’s no chance without lubrication. Could you please fetch me the moisture cream that’s on the bathroom shelf under the mirror? Thank you.”

I fetched the jar of cream as quickly as I could. When I returned, Robert was kneeling between my wife’s widely spread thighs, rubbing the big head of his cock up and down her pink gash, which showed temptingly through her fluffy bush. “Oh, she’s so hairy down there!” he exclaimed “I love that! A sign of great fertility. Let Heather have that cream. My dear, please put some on me.” She dug out a big dollop and rubbed it all over his knob, but with most around the top end. “Go on, then, Robert!” urged Heather. “Give it a go!”

He placed the big cockhead up against her opening, and with small movements tried to ease it in her, pushing all the while. At first I thought he was succeeding, as her cunt stretched enough for the first part of the dome to disappear up her. Heather thought so to, as she squealed with delight. “It’s going in, Robert – I can feel it!” However, try as he could (and he certainly did), the wide part at the base of the head just wouldn’t go in.

Robert sank back, almost in tears. “It’s always the same” he sighed. “That’s as far as I can ever get.”
I really felt for him. Suddenly I had a thought. “Robert, why don’t I fuck her first – I’m sure it would open her up a bit, and it only needs to be opened a little – you’re almost there.” His face brightened up. “Well, if you think so. Would you like me to leave the room?” I supressed a laugh. “Of course not” I replied. “I think Heather would love you to see her getting it!”

Robert made way for me and I got between my wife’s splayed thighs and got my prick out. “Is that alright?” I asked her. “Of course it’s alright,” came the answer. “Go on – do it to me!” Even as she spoke I was slipping my erect knob smoothly up her, balls deep in a couple of strokes. Her flushed cheeks showed how turned on she was by the thought of being fucked by her husband to try to prepare her for getting a shagging by the biggest cock imaginable.

I went straight into action, fucking her more urgently and faster than I normally did. I moved my knob from side to side as well as in and out – I also made circular movements, and thought I could feel the sides of her cunt stretching out with the rough fucking it was getting. Heather loved it, and urged me on “Oh, make me big enough!” she cried out. “I want Robert to be able to get – aaaaah – to get his in and fuck me too! Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooo!”

I looked at Robert. “Robert, kiss her while I fuck her!” I ordered. He looked startled, but sat up on the sofa next to my wife, and leaned down towards her. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers, and they began to kiss. Watching them kiss, not passionately but surprisingly tenderly, whilst I was taking care of Heather at the bottom end, really increased my excitement.

I knew I wouldn’t last a long time, and didn’t. As I started to shoot, I pulled just out of her sweet gash, and spunked all over it. “There you are, Robert!” I gasped. “Some lubrication for you!” He eagerly took my place between her legs, but I noticed a frightened look on her face. “What’s up, love?” I queried. My wife’s lower lip quivered. “I suddenly thought that he might split me” she answered tremulously.

“Tell you what, then” I countered. “Why doesn’t Robert sit on the sofa and let you get on top and see if you can get it in that way. Then you can control exactly how far it goes in, and whether you want to move on it and make it go in and out, if you can get it up you.” She nodded. “Is that alright with you, Robert?” I asked him. “My dear boy, I’ll try anything!” came the response, as he sat on the sofa and leaned back.

Heather knelt on the sofa, straddling and facing him. She looked nervously at me. “Go on, then” I urged. “I’ll hold his cock up and you see if you can squeeze down on it and get some in you!” I reached down beneath her and pulled his pole up straight. It was so big that even kneeling vertically she only just managed to get her opening over it. With my other hand I held her shoulder to steady her as she pressed down, and she drew a sharp intake of breath as the obscenely swollen head began to penetrate my 17 year-old wife’s just-fucked cunt. I continued to guide Robert’s massive cock into her as she bravely did her best to take more of it.

I don’t know if it was the opening-up from the rough fucking that she had just experienced, or the extra lubrication of my spunk, or a combination of both – most of Robert’s glans went into her and disappeared from view more easily than on the first attempt. Robert started to press upwards, but I told him not to, but to leave it to my wife to control just how much to take. She looked at me and said “I think I can take more than when we tried before – hold me and make sure I don’t overbalance!”

I slipped the shirt off her shoulders in order to hold her more securely as she pressed down. I looked down behind her and could see only the bottom of the mushroom still visible. Suddenly she forced herself down a little harder, and with a sudden half-inch of movement, the whole of the glans was out of sight, in her! “Oh! Oh!” she cried out. “I can feel I’ve got the whole of the head in – I’ve really done it!” Robert was ecstatic. “Oh, Lord, what a wonderful sensation” he trilled. “Heather, you’re fantastic – I can’t tell you how many years since I’ve been able to penetrate a woman, especially one as young and beautiful as you! Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

Heather beamed with pride at his words. “I’ve - aaah - never felt anything like it – I – I feel really stretched……. but it’s not actually hurting. I think - I think I might be able to move up and down on it a little bit, to help you come.” “Be careful” I countered. “That’s a lot of cock you’ve got inside your cunt already. Just go very gently.” “Oh, Peter!” she breathed. “It turns me on even more when you talk to me like that!” She started to ease herself up and down, only about an inch or so, with the sphincter of her cunt stretched tightly around the main body of Robert’s huge cock, one to two inches below the now completely-enveloped head. Robert put his hands up for her to hold, and I kept an arm around her shoulder for safety. She was now perspiring freely and gasping with each movement as she slowly worked her lovely body on the delicious impalement. She looked at me; “Diddle me!” she implored. I did just that with my free hand, working on her engorged and protruding clitoris.

“Please, Heather” begged Robert. “Take your bra off now, so that I can see those wonderful breasts!” My wife stopped her movement and reached behind her and unclasped her bra. If I hadn’t shot my load such a short time before, I could well have done so then. While like any man I enjoy watching a woman undress, the sight of a woman (especially one with as voluptuous a body as my wife) taking off her bra for the express purpose of showing her breasts to a man, or pulling down her knickers in order to let men see or fuck her cunt, is for me one of the horniest and most arousing actions a woman can do. When that woman is impaled on an enormous knob as she bares her breasts for the enjoyment of the owner of that knob, well, it’s mind-blowing in its eroticism!

Heather discarded her bra and looked straight into Robert’s eyes. “Well,” she murmured – “do you like them?” Robert was goggle-eyed as he gazed at the beautiful orbs and rouged stiff nipples. “Oh, sweet Lord!” he exclaimed. “They are truly magnificent. You must be so proud of them.” “Well, I certainly am!” I said. “I think she just takes them for granted.” She smiled sweetly at me, leaned forward and put her hands on Robert’s shoulders, and resumed her lewd task of working his cock up to spunking in her. I moved my hand down, and stroked her bottom as it moved slowly up and down on his cock, not more than about an inch each way, but enough to send Robert (and her) into their own delicious ecstasies. With my other hand I continued to use my fingers to wank her unsheathed clitoris, now sticking out like a tiny erect cock.

I looked at her moving her body, now glistening with perspiration, up and down on this unique cock, and couldn’t help feeling so proud of my young wife. I thought of how far she’d come since that day that seemed so long ago when she opened her legs to take my cock inside her for the first time as a frightened and nervous fourteen-year old. I watched as her lovely breasts swayed in time with her movements only a few inches from Robert’s face, and wondered how he’d been able to last this long without spunking. I transferred the one hand from Heather’s pulsing bottom cheeks to Robert’s balls, and gently massaged them. After only a further minute his eyes opened wide and he gasped to me “It’s coming – it’s coming – can I cum in her or do you want me to pull out?” “Inside her, Robert, inside her!” I urged. “That’s where she likes it! Is that OK, darling?” I knew what her answer would be. “Shoot it up me, Robert – shoot it up me!” As he started to squirt inside her, he was unable to help himself jerking his cock upwards, and a further inch was forced into her. “Oh, yes!” she squealed.

With my young wife’s cunt being stretched so tightly around Robert’s huge pole, not a drop slipped out as he emptied his balls into her. She collapsed on to him, and as his cock started immediately to shrink it slipped out of her, and spunk then ran out of her and dribbled down her smooth thighs. We both cuddled and kissed her and told her how special she was to be able to take it like she had. She kissed Robert and told him that she only wished she’d been able to take more of his cock up her. Robert, as I expected, merely thanked her over and over again for doing something so special for him.

After we’d all calmed down and got dressed, Robert called a taxi and Heather and I were driven home. It wasn’t until we were halfway home that I suddenly went cold, remembering that Heather had just come off the pill as we had decided to try for a baby. That evening was her first evening of unprotected sex! Oh well, I thought, let’s see what happens. Strangely, it didn’t really disturb me, given the nature of Robert and our relationship with him, that she might have been impregnated by him.

A week later we got a lovely letter from Robert, thanking us again. It contained a cheque for £2,000! The letter explained that we shouldn’t be offended; it was his way of showing his gratitude, especially as he knew we weren’t financially well off. He explained that with no family, he had little to spend his considerable judge’s salary on, and it would mean a lot to him to be able to help us. Well, I could hardly refuse. I wrote back, thanking him for his very kind gesture, and telling him that Heather and I hoped to perhaps meet up with him again sometime in the future. None of us knew it then, but our relationship was to be strongly re-ignited about a year later.