Note: if you’re reading a story called ‘monster cock fantasies’ you can expect some pretty huge dicks in the following post, but please do not take this to mean you have to have a huge dick to be sexy – all kinds of dicks can be sexy. Be aware too that this fantasy/story involves some elements of sexual pain and elements of non-consent. Fantasies allow us to explore things that we would never want to do in real life, and I am a total slut for this kind of fantasy…
Sometimes he has monster cock fantasies – ones he doesn’t want to tell her. Late at night, when it’s dark, he places one hand on her delicate body as she sleeps beside him, and with the other he grips his dick tight. He imagines it swelling and stretching. Long. Thick. Fat. Gargantuan. Far too big to fit inside her. So fat that it hurts them both for him to try and slide it in. He beats his cock hard as she sleeps and pictures it: her squirming cunt impaled on his monstrous dick. He’s ashamed to say it out loud when they talk, but in the dead of night he imagines a dick so huge that it actually hurts when he fucks her. When he comes, it’s to visions of him slamming his huge dick home, and her begging him not to split her cunt apart.
She isn’t frightened that he dreams of monster cock – the opposite. When she wakes to the sound of him slapping and rubbing and grunting, digging his fingers tight into the ache of his own erection, her cunt throbs with a desperate, wicked need to know what he sees in his head.
The fact that he doesn’t want to tell her makes her all the more keen to hear detail. So with one hand firmly on her own crotch, two fingers rubbing at the top of the wet slit where her clit lies, she asks him…
Tell me. Tell me what you’re fantasising about. Tell me what the pictures look like – the ones that make you feel ashamed and wrong and broken. Tell me the wishes that you don’t want to come true. What happens? What happens to my writhing, eager body at the exact moment your dick starts to pump cum?
I dream of having a cock so huge that you cannot even choke on it.
Yes. Tell me more.
You stretch your lips around the head and feel the strain splitting the sides of your mouth. It’s so swollen that you can’t get it all the way in, yet you choke and gag on it anyway. You work the head with your tongue, and the shaft with both your hands – neither one of which can get a solid grip. You drool and spit and slide your fingers up and down the thick, taut length of it. But despite your best efforts you will never fully fit it in your throat.
Go on. You’re holding back. You don’t need to be ashamed with me. Tell me more about how huge your dick is.
It’s not just huge, it’s heavy – the sound it makes when I use it to slap your face is like action-movie punches. Meaty. Hefty. Intimidating. You look up at it – at me – with wide eyes and trembling nerves. You let your jaw drop till your mouth is at full stretch and I use my prick to slap your tongue, urging you to open wider so I can try to fuck your throat. I jam it into your mouth and hold for three seconds, maybe only two before you gag. I allow you one deep breath before I plunge it in again.
No, not plunge – stuff.
Yeah – stuff. I stuff my monster cock into your gaping mouth and as the fat head slams against the back of your throat I feel your gullet clench with the start of the next retch. I look down and see your body convulse with the effort of trying to swallow even this – one tiny portion of the fattest cock you’ve ever had.
And then? You’re warming up. No shame, remember. There’s no shame in imagining.
When I tell you I will fuck you, you look scared. I know you aren’t actually scared, of course.
No shame.
OK, you are scared. You want it but you’re frightened so you beg me to be gentle. “Don’t hurt me,” you whimper, with your spit-shining mouth, and I grin and flip you over till your face is buried in the carpet. Your cunt is wet and slick and I want to say it’s ready, but you could never really make yourself ready for this. It’s too big for you – too big for anyone. My huge, fat, long, hard dick.
I pause for a second, with the head shoved tight against the wet hole of your cunt, marvelling at how small your body looks the moment before I spear you with it. I grip the base of my dick with one hand and test your resistance – crushing the head against you hard, but not yet forcefully enough to slide it in.
I whimper.
Yeah, you whimper. You’re greedy for my dick and at the same time frightened of it. It feels like it’s growing even bigger – swelling and filling out further in my hand. I’d better cram it into you before it grows too big – before it grows in size enough to break you.
I fuck you. Hard. The effort of thrusting my monster cock inside you pushes you further away, so I grip your hips and yank you back, anchoring you solidly in place while the fat meat of my dick all but splits you apart. You squirm and wriggle, impaled there helplessly, feeling the taut stretch through every single inch of your cunt.
It hurts.
Yeah, it hurts.
And I like it.
You do. You like it and you’re also scared – you want it to stop and you need it to continue. I slam in and out, packing your cunt full of dick, making you gasp and squeal and convulse each time the fat head slams home. You can feel it. Not just deep in the pit of your stomach and right to the edges where your cunt is stretched widest, but far away in the back of your mind where you remember how it feels to have me hurt you with my cock, and the shame that it triggers when you remember how you love it.
You beg me for more, and that makes my dick swell. Hulklike, massive, monstrous and still growing. Right up inside you, the head fills with even more blood until it throbs and pulses at twice the size it was when we started to fuck. You gasp and go limp and I feel a flash of frustration – don’t faint now, don’t stop now, don’t make me end without coming. But I’m strong enough to hold you there, even as your limbs give way. I hold your hips with my hands – also big, huge – and secure your weak, trembling body at exactly the right height to take the brutal pounding from my monster cock.
Do I squeal? I feel like I want to squeal. And squeak and whimper and beg ‘please’ in a voice that means yes but also sounds a little bit like no.
You can squeal. And whimper. And squeak. Make whatever noises you like while I keep ramming it in. Each stroke jamming harder inside your cunt, pushing those plaintive sounds from your mouth – one after the other, one squeak for each stroke. I’m gorging myself on the way your cunt feels, and in turn you pig out on my cock.
Tell me more.
The only feeling better than my dick swelling inside you is the feeling of my cum thudding right from base to tip. You can feel it too – the jerky throbs of each squirt as I pump out a huge load of spunk. Proportionate to my massive cock, the volume of my cum’s huge too. Inhuman. Monstrous. I grip the flesh of your hips tightly, holding you as far back onto my dick as I can, making sure that every single drop is disgorged far far inside you. You twitch and spasm as each spurt erupts from the head of my prick, and long, long after you think that I am spent it keeps coming…
And coming…
And coming… Great jets of it pumping one after the other inside your cunt as you writhe and moan and beg me ‘yes please please please give me all your cum.’
Please do. Give me all of your cum. I want to feel it squirting right into the back of my cunt, filling me up and drowning me and pumping so deep into my stomach I can almost taste it in the back of my throat.
When I am done, and spent, and I’ve finished with your trembling body, I pull my monster cock out and cum pours forth – gushing from your well-fucked cunt, and pouring down the quivering flesh of your thighs.
And then?
I make you clean me. Diligently, neatly, reverently: I make you clean every drop of cum and spit and cum and quim and blood…
From your monster cock…
…with your eager tongue.
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16 Comments
I feel like you took an idea from one of my comments ;-) Not about the dick but about framing a non consensual fantasy. Well done! Although I found this fantasy more hilarious than hot the existence of the bad dragon sheath tells me a lot of people have similar thoughts. Oh how much cum are we talking about here? Liters?
Haha GALLONS ideally =)
Sorry to burst your bubble on the comment thing, but it’s actually the other way round – I wrote *that* post cos I knew *this* one was coming up. I usually (in an ideal world) have a content plan for a few weeks in advance, which allows me to tackle some of the more extreme topics in a meta way before the actual post goes live. This pair of posts was written together, because when I wrote this monster cock one I knew I’d probably want to frame it a little in advance. But your comment was super interesting and it’s always good to get input especially on the more complex topics!
totally amazingly awesomely hot. I wanted to stop and jerk off right now, but I’m at work damn you. I love the viewpoint / shared perspective you bring to this post.
I love huge cock. Massive cock. And getting fucked by one by someone with skill is a religious experience.
My favorite cock I had fill me in my whole life was a guy in college. It was massive, as thick as my wrist (i’m not a small person) just behind the head and getting just enough thicker at the base that I could really feel it when I was stretched over him. It had a fat soft squishy mushroom head that was at least an inch wider than the shaft, and I used to bless my lucky stars that it was; it made a nice buffer when I was being pounded hard, down and against whatever surface he had me on; not to mention that it made entry a lot softer.
That cock was just ever so slightly over 13″ long (i used to measure it *again* just to marvel when we were lying around between bouts). It was also uncut and the skin would snake back all the way down onto his shaft even as he got erect. He only had to pull it back when he was flaccid. Even flaccid he was generally between 9 and 10″ long and it was only partially less thick than erect.
It was just too big to fit in my mouth when erect. Sometimes I’d dive after it as soon as he’d lose his erection after sex, just to have a few minutes when I could get some of it to suck on. But ass to mouth really flipped his switch and generally he would get hard again very quickly if I would do that.
And skill. OMG he had skillz. He knew how to tease and tantalize and make me beg for it, and we were in such sync that he always knew when to stop being gentle and just pound the fuck out of me until I literally could not walk. I would often ejaculate when I felt his balls snugged up against mine and then banging against the back of my scrotum while we fucked; it meant I had once again taken the whole thing inside me.
I was often slightly sore and could feel it when I walked or sat for a day or so afterward; it was the best feeling ever. And since for a few months we were fucking whenever he was horny I would sometimes get fucked 2-3 times a day.
He, like me, was basically pansexual with a tropism for women; but there were very few women anywhere that would even give him an audition. I used to smirk when another woman would turn him down after seeing it — *I* knew what she was missing.
My huge dildo collection is a testament to my frequent desire to re-experience a portion of the joy that we had.
Thank you once again for your great writing.
This was a lovely comment. Lucky you. :)
This comment is amazing, and I am delighted that you came to share this in so much detail. I literally got a tape measure out of a drawer because I wanted to be able to picture this properly =) fuzzy, you are an absolute gem, thank you <3
Holy guacamole sweet lord in heaven, i am basically a whimpering mess on the floor after reading this 😊😁
Did the same thing tentacle porn did for me, though I’ve never written any…
I’m going to check if you have now…
OOOH no I’ve never written any tentacle porn, but YES there is definitely something about the stretching/filling/stuffing thing. Mmmmf. Maybe we should both have a go at writing some? *writes notes for when I come up to visit*
Yes! It’s a stretching/filling/stuffing DATE! 🤣😁👾
So I might have read this last night and smiled to myself as I saved it for my partner to read. Today, I told him I had something for him to read but he’d need to take his pants off. As I knelt down, he asked me if I wanted him to read it to me!! So as he read it out loud, I licked and sucked and moaned around his cock. I was the proudest girl when, as your guy came, mine did too 🤤
Omg this is incredible and so hot and I think you have just made my week! Thank you for telling me this, I am so delighted <3
There is a pernicious myth that has been propagated for many years (probably thousands) that bigger doesn’t mean better. The truth should be obvious on the face of it, but many (like myself) ignorant of the obvious chose to believe because we lacked the real truth. These statistics are not something for dinner table conversation. At least not in the proper household which in itself is a myth. However, I got the answer which is revealed by a few ladies who just lay it on the table (those few would just lay it on the table along with a ruler). Once while sitting around the pool with a very pretty woman who I couldn’t keep my eyes off of said in context “I like them LONG and I like them to be FAT too….aren’t I just a NASTY GIRL?” Then she laughed in that conspiratorial manner that bespeaks of truth! I never got a chance to find out just how nasty a girl she was, but I surely wanted too. However, I was a little uneasy about how I might measure up! This would be the time when memorable foreplay would be essential!
As long as I have come this far, I do have a question I have never ask. Since GOTN is an authority on a good many details that may be myth or just not really spoken of in a serious manner, I will ask! Can you really feel the cum squirt into you when he has his ‘happy ending’? No matter how much posing or how many porno flicks this finale is in, I still have never been told, with seriousness, just what the facts really are? Warm, cold or just no, what is the answer? Many, many thousands of guys don’t know the true answer.
As long as we are on the subject of what is true or what is not, I do have another. When a guy says “was it good for you”? The reason he wants to know is that most of the time (95%) he can’t tell if you had an orgasm or not. Guys care very deeply about this. If he can’t reliably deliver, even though it takes ‘mutual involvement’, why would you come back if he never delivers up the ‘Holy Grail’ of the quest? I am unsure if this following is common knowledge with the ladies (it was a secret of sorts), but the penis is a lot like a stick of fire wood (the woodie) and doesn’t feel much of YOUR pleasure at all. In fact often none. The penis is supremely selfish and only really feels that wonderful feeling that no one can really explain. Like an old Greek philosopher trying to explain ‘The Void’. So this is why the guy hints around or comes out and asks if it was ‘good for you’. Or if he wants to get his head cut off, he sticks his neck out and asks ‘did you come’? Chop! ❤️
Oooh, OK so I really like your question ‘Can you really feel the cum squirt into you when he has his ‘happy ending’?’ – the answer is YES a lot of the time. Sometimes no – condoms make it harder to feel this, but without condoms I reckon about 70% of the time I can feel it, and especially so if there’s been a long build-up/there’s an especially huge load of jizz. If you put your forefingers of your right hand on your left wrist and feel your pulse, you’ll know a bit of the sensation – it feels stronger than the thudding of a pulse, running through the base of his cock when he comes. I might try and write a blog post about this in more detail =)
To your first point ‘I got the answer’ re big cocks, honestly and truly a huge cock is not vital or necessary for an amazing sexual experience. Some people have preferences for cocks of particular sizes (as some people have ‘types’ when it comes to the kind of people they fancy) and sometimes I will fetishise massive cocks (as in this post) like I would sometimes fetishise particular aspects of a person (I’ve written here before about the hotness of bald guys or the sexiness of women who are fat and squishy, for instance, but it doesn’t mean I cannot have equally exceptional sex with a dude who isn’t bald or a woman who is thinner), but ultimately sexiness is about attitude WAY more than it’s about a particular body type. I have had amazing sex with dudes who have had very small cocks. I have lusted deeply after guys of all sizes – from tiny through average and to ‘so big it’s actually quite difficult to shag them’.
Aaaaand to your final question, I think the difficult thing here is the conflation of ‘having a good time’ with ‘having an orgasm.’ Sometimes I’ll have an AMAZING time but not orgasm and other times I’ll have a fairly mediocre shag which ends in me coming. I prefer for someone to start this kind of conversation: https://www.girlonthenet.com/2016/03/06/one-thing-i-do-after-sex/ where we can talk about the details of what we enjoyed, than ask me a simple yes/no question, because a yes/no question doesn’t account for all the nuance and detail. Like, some parts of a shag might have been BRILLIANT while others were a bit less so, and I like the nerdiness of exploring in detail what each of us liked, what worked and what didn’t, and then using that as a base for future discussion. I wouldn’t bite someone’s head off if that asked if I came, but I would either a) lie (if it’s someone I didn’t know well and I wanted to avoid hurting their feelings, and I didn’t feel comfortable having a more in-depth discussion) or more likely b) instigate a more in-depth discussion so we could talk in more detail about the shag. Good questions though, ta, and the first one has given me a great idea for a blog post! Thank you!
“It feels stronger than the thudding of a pulse, running through the base of his cock when he comes. I might try and write a blog post about this in more detail =)”
Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here with my feet up until this is posted :D
THANK YOU for your extensive reply!
There is one aspect of sex that I have been researching for a long time. One person even wrote a long and pointless 300+ page book on the subject. The subject would be LOUD SEX. I have a friend who has been eating her heart out since the first time because she is quiet as a mouse. I think she feels that being quiet is a personal failing on her part and that not only is she missing out, but that her lovers find her boring. When you start looking into loud sex you will find that it is a pretty deep subject. A lot of people spend a lot of time thinking about it and faking it in hopes that by doing so it will take root as a real thing with them. After years of contemplation and reading I think I may have found the answer in the comics section of the newspaper. I think it may be ‘aneosis’. More complicated that most people’s explanation. It is not something you can observe in yourself when it is happening as that is the antithesis of ‘aneosis’. You might know the answer to the conundrum of loud sex. If you do please tell me and I will try and put my friend out of her misery. It really does bother her.
I really enjoyed this post. I should read them all twice before I commit to writing anything. Like a carpenter “measure twice, cut once”. I laughed and laughed.
Hot, hot, hot.