Page 5 of Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance

“That’s right folks! Sandy is fucking a ten-inch cock, and boy, it is IN all the way! Kacey, can you do better?” he crowed, glancing at my beautiful blonde. Oh shit, it was time to see if there was a bigger dong for Kacey to ride. At least I knew her name was Kacey now.

A huge biker dude shouldered his way up to the stage and I felt my hackles rising. He was so fucking disgusting, old, saggy tattoos running up and down his arms, with an untrimmed greyish-yellow goatee and a leather vest with “Hellions” emblazoned in gothic script on the back. Hellions, my ass, this dude was sixty if a day, he’d be lucky if he lasted another week without a wheelchair.

He pulled his dick out of his leathers though, and I had to give the guy credit. It was big, and as the woman measured it, it rose stiffly, like a flag waving in the wind.

Kacey was looking at it with fear and revulsion, swallowing visibly and I saw her give a weak smile to the biker. She then straightened her shoulders, giving her head a small shake of determination, and stared at that dick as if pumping herself up.

I respected her for that. My little girl was a professional, even when faced with the most disgusting of tasks.

The MC burst out, “Leather Dan is all of eleven inches! If Kacey can take it all, then she wins the prize unless someone with a bigger dong comes forward!”

I was revolted at the thought of my little girl climbing onto that pole, stripper or not. I hesitated for a moment, not sure that I wanted to fuck in public, but the thought of that delicious steamy pussy in close contact with Biker Dan? I couldn’t take it.

I shoved my way to the front of the crowd, mounting the steps to the stage. Kacey looked at me with confusion, then dawning recognition when she saw that I was the guy from last night. I flashed her a smile, confidently unzipping my fly.

And a hush descended over the crowd because my member had jerked out … and I was fifteen inches long. Kacey was going to have to fit fifteen inches in her cunny to win this contest, my pole boldly purple, bulging with veins as it pointed straight at my little girl.

She was loving it though. She stared at my fuckpole like it was the tastiest sausage, something she couldn’t wait to fit into her scorching cunny, licking her lips absentmindedly as she eyed my length and girth. Oh fuck! I had a fuckslut on my hands, my favorite type of female. She nodded, and with a saucy look at me, got down on her hands and knees in the sawdust.

I knelt behind her, waiting patiently as the woman measured my dick. Sure enough, fifteen inches was declared.

“Fifteen inches!” cried the MC. “We ain’t ever seen this before! Fitting fifteen inches!” he hollered.

And I probed her little slit with my member, noting with satisfaction that she was totally lubed up, the air heavy with her aromatic female scent.

“Ready?” I growled under my breath.

And the little blonde nodded at me ever so slightly, tossing her hair and giving me a sexy smile over her shoulder.

With a massive pump, I fucked into her. She was literally lifted off her hands and knees a bit, my shaft was so fucking big, skewering her on my penis like a pig on a roast. She screamed, throwing her head back, her pussy stretched unbearably, labia like thin rubber bands pinched around my dick with no choice but to submit. She squealed again, the violation so complete, so overwhelming, that her eyes rolled back for a moment. Finally though, Kacey calmed and tried to breathe.

“Slowly, slowly,” I murmured, my hands caressing her waist and ass. Because I was only in about five inches … and there was still ten to go. She must have suspected because looking over her shoulder, she whimpered, cowed by how much man meat was left.

I rubbed her ass again, soothingly stroking that firm golden flesh.

“You can do it,” I urged. Slowly, I began pressing my hips forward, burrowing myself into that tight tunnel, packing her full as she squealed again, tossing her hair, her little body struggling as she was reamed. And with a final thrust, I was in all the way.

The crowd roared. They’d witnessed an amazing fuck, a tiny girl taking the biggest dong they’d ever seen. And I knew I was in all the way even before the woman came to check, my balls banging against her clit, not a millimeter of shaft visible between her butt cheeks and my pelvis.

“That’s it folks!” shouted the MC. “Kacey wins the contest by taking a fifteen-incher! And folks,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I think we’ve seen some magic tonight, don’t you? Fifteen is the stuff of legend, but tonight, at the Donkey Club, a record has been broken!”

I was just about to pull out when a voice I knew all too well called out, “And what does Kacey get if she takes two fifteen-inchers?”

My head swung around and met the owner of those eyes … my fucking twin Lance, who must have followed me to the club.