13 Inches

My name is Brenda Shynes, and I’ve been married to my husband for about three years. We’ve known each other seven years and we’ve never had a single argument. It seems like the relationship that people say doesn’t exist but, we have no issues. With us being so highly attracted to each other, I assume that makes it easier, as well as both of us being kind and easy going. I have no problem satisfying him in every perverted way he’s ever thought of, and vice versa. I swear I love’em, with all my heart and I wouldn’t ever trade’em for anything, but one day last year, I made a mistake. I was caught off guard and my mind was, lead into the gutter in the worst way. It was the first, and last time, I would ever cheat on my husband, so I thought. I have tried many times to tell him but, when you have a marriage as great as mine, it is far too hard to just, put fire on the ice. I know it would hurt him so much….so bad. I mean, in every form of fashion I can tell that this man loves me with all his passion. On too many occasions he has expressed to me how I am his world; I am his rib, his life. I’m a part of him, his better half. After I cheated, guilt settled in me. Almost every time I was alone with him, I would be on a verge of crying. It was that way for a very long time. I almost couldn’t be myself around him. I really can’t explain why I did it, and I have no excuses. That day, I was just out of my element, and temptation was greater than my will.
That day I came home from work early, it was about 3:30 in the afternoon. Outside, it was very hot, probably over a hundred degrees and my car seemed to be out of that stuff you put in the car to make the air blow colder.
Everyone has their thing, that one thing that turns them on that may be different from others. My one thing is heat, or just being hot. When I made it to the house I was a real bitch in heat. My husband was at work and wasn’t going to make it home till about 6 o’clock and I couldn’t wait. So I figured I’d masturbate and get a good one in before he comes home. I was gonna do it in the shower so I could kill two birds with one stone, get clean and get off. I opened the bathroom door, stepped in and went into shock at what I saw. It was my husband’s brother, Jason, standing there completely naked as he had just gotten out of the shower. He didn’t see me standing there because he held a towel to his head drying his hair and face. His body was glimmering and soaking wet. I knew it was water from the shower but all I could imagine was sweat. His body was a 6’3 statue of chocolate. His arms looked as if he could hold me in the air for hours doing anything he wanted to do to me. His legs looked strength full enough to hold an awkward position for a while with no problems. His dick… had to be as thick as my wrist, and as long as my forearm. I stood there, staring in marvel. I was stuck in the doorway, unable to move, until he lowered the towel to cover himself while calling my name. “Brenda!!!” He shouted. I looked up at his face and my chin dropped, I couldn’t believe it, I was so embarrassed. “OH MY GOD! I am so sorry.” I exclaimed while backing out, shutting the door behind me swiftly. Yet still I stood there in the hallway, staring at the door in disbelief. I knew his was thick but God damn it.
My heart rate was rising, I could feel it pounding rapidly, my legs were loosing their balance, and my panties are now ringing wet. I managed to make it to the kitchen table where I sat with my hand over my mouth, trying to get a grip. I have not been this turned on in my life I don’t think. My pussy was throbbing and screaming for attention. I have to cross my legs tightly to keep my fingers from cramming down there.
After calming down someone I was able to start a pot of coffee. As I poured some into a cup, he walked into the kitchen and asked if he could have some. As I heard that, the first thing that ran through my mind was sex, before I realized he meant coffee. “Sure!” I replied, nervously, while trying to sound courteous.
I sat his cup down in front of him at the kitchen table where he was sitting. All while trying to avoid eye contact. He thanked me, and I replied, “Anytime!”
It’s a four sided cherry wood table with matching chairs. I sat in the chair to the left of him, both hands on my cup, lifting it to my mouth, constantly taking sips. After building up enough momentum, I said, “I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t know anyone was here.” Then he said. “It’s fine, shit happens. I’m only going to be in town a few days, I was going to stay in a hotel but Greg insisted that I stay here. He probably hadn’t had a chance to mention it to you because it was on short notice.” “Oh ok, boy you know you don’t have to stay in no room, what’s wrong wit you?”
I could feel myself calming down, getting back to my comfort zone. Jason and I have always been real cool. Always laughing and joking together, I figured there wouldn’t really be any craziness after what happened, until he said. “So, I saw you staring at my package.” Hearing that right as I was taking a sip, it shocked me to the point that the coffee erupt from my mouth spraying all over the table before I could get my hand over my mouth. He burst out laughing. Rather than going into a panic, I looked at him, then I began smiling, and let out a lil laughter myself. “Yea, yea, I was. It’s just so big, I couldn’t believe it. How big is it, have you ever measured it?” Then he asked, “Do you really want to know?” “Yes.” I answered. Then he said, “It’s exactly thirteen inches.”
At that, my mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe that it was thirteen inches. The very thought of that was absolutely tantalizing. I could feel my temperature rising. My breathing changed as my curiosity grew. Curiosity of know just how thirteen inches would feel inside of me. I sat my coffee down on the table and crossed my legs again, yet again, I couldn’t look at him. Suddenly, I could feel his eyes on my, staring at me. The tension was rising. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and began to bite it. Then he said, “I love your hair. Long curly hair with streaks of blonde mixing in with the black, that’s sexy as hell.” Without looking up at him, I just put my head down, and replied almost silently, “Thank you.” He then asked me if I was alright. I told him that I was good. He reached across the table and grabbed one of my hands and pulled it over to him. I looked over at him to see what he was doing. He was looking down at my hand, then he said, “Look at these nails, French tips. My brother hit the jackpot wit you shawty I swear.” Then I asked, “Why you say that?” “Cause you sexy as hell. I use to have a mean crush on ya too when yall first started dating. Of course I wasn’t gonna say anything, because yall were together, but now that yall married and we’re older and mature I figure I can tell ya.” Then I asked, “A crush huh? What was it about me that you liked? Then he replied, “Probably the same things my brother liked. The way you use to where them tight as spandex pants, showing every bit of that ass. I use to just sit and watch it drop left and right as you walk. It took everything in me to keep from reaching out and grabbing a hand full of it. Not to mention you a redbone, you were killing me softly. Truth be told, today, you look better than you did back then.”
At that I laughed. After I laughed, I sat and thought for a moment, because I know knew, that he was probably every bit as attracted to me, as I am of him. Things started running through my mind of what he probably wanted to do to me, and I wondered how it would feel, if he did it. I’ve got to stop thinking about this, it’s killing me. “Excuse me.” I said, as I got up from the table and started walking for the door. Then he yelled, “Wait!” I stopped, in the door way, I didn’t look back but I replied, “Yes?” I heard his chair move a little, so I knew he was standing. He was walking toward me. I was getting nervous again. He stood right behind me, and then he asked. “Can you keep a secret?” Oh my god, I don’t know what it is about him asking me that, but it had such a profound sexual affect on me, I knew right then that if he tried to fuck me, I would do it, it would be his. I then answered, “Yes, yes I can keep a secret. What’s your secret?” Then I felt him place both his hands on my waist, as he stepped in and pressed his crotch into my backside. I could feel the imprint of his dick; it felt like he had a huge snake in his pants. Then he said, “There is nothing in the world I want more, than to fuck the shit out of you right now.”
“Oh lord.” I thought to myself. I can’t fight this shit. This temptation is nothing like I’ve ever felt. I need this, I can’t believe how I need it, how I want it so bad, I cant fight it. I can’t. I turned to him and I said, “I haven’t had a shower.” At that, he grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me back into the kitchen and led me over to the table. Slowly he leaned down to me, till his lips were face to face with mine, then I just pressed my lips into his. Softly we began to kiss, and it was so good. I wrapped my arms around his as I felt his hand gripping on my ass. He then lift me up and sat me on the table and stepped between my thighs. All I was wearing was a t-shirt and some sweat pants with no panties on, because I was on my way to the shower to handle my biz. He reached for the top of my pants and began pulling them down from under me. He stopped kissing me and looked down at what he was doing, and when he got my pants to my knees he could see I wasn’t wearing underwear. I’m guess he smirked right then because he didn’t think this was going to be this easy. With me being so short, as I sit on the table my feet aren’t nearly close to the floor. So my pants fell some distance when he got them off. So there I was, bare assed on the table with him standing there between my thighs. As he reached down to unbuckle his belt and his jeans, I took off my t-shirt to show him he’s not the only one here with abs.
When his pants fell to his ankles…nothing else mattered. There stood that monster dick fully erect and ready to enter me. I was lost once again, staring at it. Knowing that in a matter of seconds it would be deep inside of me. I looked up at him right as he was leaning down to kiss me again. Then he began kissing past my lips, down to my chin, then around to the side of my neck. Though I was no longer sweating I knew he could taste it. I reached down for the bottom of his t-shirt and raised it up, and then he told me to lay back. So I laid flat on my back on the table as he took his shirt on off. I brought my knees in the air and placed my feet flat on the table. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge as he spread my legs open. I was looking at him, ready. I saw him grab his dick and he put it between my legs and put it on top of my pubic area. It was so thick and so heavy. So big, he was about to kill me I could tell. What have I got myself into? He began rubbing the head of it up and down my clitoris, down to my entrance. He could feel my wetness getting all over him. Slowly he pushed the head of it inside of me. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my mouth. Already, I couldn’t believe how wide he opened me up. I was beginning to doubt if I could take it. Slowly he inched more and more of it inside of me. It was filling me up, my pussy was wrapping all around it tightly, squeezing it. His veins were so thick, I could feel them smoothly sliding against my vagina walls. He was so deep yet he was still moving it. It felt like it was never ending. It was entering my stomach and it started to scare me. I reached down and put my hands on his stomach to push him back some, but he smacked my hands away. I pushed him again, yet he just smacked my hands away again. He was so deep inside of my, yet I could look down and see so much of his deep still hanging out. He placed both of his hands on my thighs and pulled me into him, squeezing his dick deep inside of me. The head of it was pressing against my top wall, I thought he was gonna break it down. Then he just started thrusting it in and out of me, banging it. Already, I was screaming loudly. Moaning constantly, biting my lips as I felt this tool of god deep within me. Cleaning me out, stretching me to perfection. It was painfully delicious. He was knocking on my wall with such a force, I was dying and living at the same time. I looked up at him, and he just had this devilish grin on his face as he was fucking the shit out of me. Oh my god I had to close my eyes as I felt it entering in and out. It was painful at time but the thought of him just hammering me how he liked was so much of a turn on. This penetration was like no other. His dick was scrubbing my inner walls, dipping into my pudding with his cake bowl spoon. He was digging in me, looking for my treasure. I could feel him all in it; my pussy was thanking me inside. My soul was dancing inside as my vocals reached a peak. My body was starting to cum, I was about to cum so hard and nothing was going to stop it. My mouth was wide open, my hands were shivering, and his dick was pounding. I could feel how wet his dick was because of me. Out loud I began to scream, “I’M CUMIN…IM CUMIN..OH MY GOD BABY, OH.. OH…” My orgasm tore from my body as I came all over him. My pussy was squeezing him as my hands went down to push him back again and this time he began to slow down his pace. Then he slowly began to drag it out of me. I could feel every in of that snake as my pussy was gripping on to it. It made a pop sound when he pulled it out, then air started to escape from my coochie making that crazy farting sound.
He told me to stand up. I started to wonder to myself if I could. I guess I was moving to slow; he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to my feet. Then he grabbed me by the waist and turned me around. He pushed my down by my shoulders to get me bent over the table. My breast was pressed flat against the top of the table, yet it wasn’t cold because my back was on top of it previously. The table was so tall or either due to my shortness I had to stand on my toes to be in this position. I didn’t attempt to look back at him, but I knew he was about to run it through me again. I was totally satisfied but my pussy was still wet as hell. It felt like if I were to squeeze it would drip out onto the floor. He positioned the head of it to my entrance again, and I braced myself. He didn’t waste any time; he just pushed it all the way back inside of me. Back inside of my stomach I felt it knocking reaching the core even harder this time. I could feel my ass cheeks smacking against his waist. Rapidly making that loud clapping as he thrust and thrust deeper and harder into my. There is no time when he was inside of me, that I was silent. My moans turned into a lustrous whine as my hands gripped the edges of the table. Still on my toes as he fucks the shit out of me. All I could feel was dick running through out my body, there was no room for any other thoughts. My pussy was wide open, yet tightly wrapped around this hammer that was driving in and out of my starving canal. The thought of Jason behind my ass with my pussy all over him was such a fuckin turn on. I loved every bit of it. Knowing how wrong it is, that he’s my husband’s brother was a strange taboo that made me wet as hell. Thinking to myself that Greg could come home and walk into this kitchen and catch us like this was driving me to fuck harder. All these little thoughts together, along with Jason’s thirteen inches of love knocking my walls down was triggering something inside of me. It was triggering one of the most lustrous, sexiest orgasms ever possible. He kept a steady pace as his dick massaged my insides, filling me completely as I felt like I could take the whole thirteen inside. I wanted all of him inside of me. I wanted him to feel the pleasure of my pussy to the full extent. I couldn’t want for him to cum. Making him cum would be me taming the beast. He fucked me greatly, thoroughly and completely. He placed on hand on one of my shoulders and pulled me into him as he began to thrust harder. I then looked back over my shoulder at him and I saw him staring down at my ass, watching smacking against him. With every smack my ass jiggled as if it was filled of Jell-O. He was making he craziest faces as I could hear him begin to moan for the first time. Seeing him fuck me from this angel was all I could bear. My pussy flinched up as I began to cum again, screaming loudly as he begins pounding harder, faster and deeper. Taking it, he was making it his in the moment. Growling like a lion, making a face as if he was in pain. I was looking back at him and I knew what time it was. He couldn’t take any more of this fiery pussy, he was about to blow his load. Suddenly I could feel his hot load erupting inside of me, his dick was harder now than it had been throughout the whole session and he was grunting loudly. I could feel his nutt in me; it was warm and hot, and shooting gallon after gallon. He finally finished, he just couldn’t thrust it anymore. He was completely exhausted and out of breath. He placed both his hands on the table as he leaned over me, trying to catch his breath with his dick still deep within me. He slowly began to pull it out of me till it slipped out. Then he smacked me on the ass, and I stood up. He pulled a chair to the side and sat in it naked. I reached for my pants on the floor and put them on before putting my shirt on, and then I took a seat. Both of us breathing heavily and just looking at each other silently.
Then I said to him, “That was absolutely amazing. I can’t lie or deny, it was wonderful, yet as beautiful as it was, you know we can’t do this anymore right?” Then he replied, “Well, I’m going to be here all weekend. How about we agree not to do it again, after this weekend?”
To be continued…in Sex Haven vol. 2