Thick Bulge Novels & Stories

"What...mnn...is really happening?! Jian Ying?!! Mnnn...mnnn...fuuu...fuuu...mnnn" He started taking in air. His nose wasn't getting enough of the air and then he switched with his mouth. And right there, he received another shock of his life! He looked in between his thighs and then he... "Wha...what is this?! A bulge?! Why? No way!!" "Wait! Is this for real?!"

The thick bulge of his cock pressed upward, almost touching her. Selene stared down at him, she held herself just out of reach, making him wait, making him feel every second of what she had started.

His eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back against the headboard, mouth parted as he let out these soft, ragged breaths. His dick looked so real up close like that, hard and flushed, the skin stretched tight over the thickness. It wasn't some p**n star monster, but it was solid, maybe seven inches, with those bulging veins running along the sides like ropes under the surface. The head was swollen, a deep pink, and there was a shiny bead of pre-cum right at the slit, catching the dim light from his bedside lamp.

The massive bulge in his slacks is obscene, thick, hard, straining against the fabric like it’s angry. “We’re not done,” he growls, unbuckling his belt with a slow, metallic rasp that makes my mouth water. “That was lesson one.” He shoves his slacks and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs free, heavy, veined, thicker and longer than Mark’s by a mile, and I stop breathing.

It fеlt huge, bу fаr thе lаrgеѕt one ѕhе’d еvеr hаd іnѕіdе hеr. It ѕtrеtсhеd hеr, but thе tightness fеlt dеlісіоuѕ аѕ hеr іnnеr muѕсlеѕ сlаmреd dоwn аrоund hіѕ thickness аnd bеgаn tо squeeze іt.

I felt the rim thin to the breaking point—yet it didn’t tear. It stretched. Accommodated. My left forearm joined the right. Two arms. Inside me. Up to the elbows. Then higher. My chest heaved. Breaths came in short, panicked gasps. The bulges in my abdomen were grotesque—two thick ridges moving under the skin, pressing against my stomach, my diaphragm, forcing the air out in wheezes. He curled the fingers inside—both hands—making fists. Then he pumped. Alternating.

Bulging biceps and coiled forearms. Wide chest and pecs and six-pack abs that were more like a case. Veins and tendons and dark skin. Firm, solid thighs and, between them, his beautiful erection. Thick and long. Velvet over steel. As if liking her attention, he rolled his hips, grazing her belly with the hard length. So badly, she wanted to touch him, but she sensed that might trip him over some kind of edge. Keeping her arms at her sides, she looked him over again, enjoying the view, growing wetter with the perusal.

The sensation was terrifying. Falling as a toy had been weightless—a plastic tumble through the air. But as the two million voices of the audience wrote our descent, the world began to **thicken**. I felt a sudden, agonizing heat in my chest. It wasn't the glow of the Origin; it was the first, thumping kick of a heart.

That tiny peach towel, which from the beginning had been struggling desperately to cover the CEO's wide hips, was now facing a much more severe structural crisis. At the front of the cotton fabric, a very noticeable, rigid, and... suspicious vertical bulge had formed.

The sheer length and thickness that I could only assume from the bulge sent a shiver down my spine—it seemed almost too much, straining against the fabric of his boxers, as if on the verge of bursting free. He was even bigger than I had imagined, surpassing the mental image I had conjured up in my mind. Letting go of the breath I did not know I was holding till now, I slowly pulled down his briefs, setting his cock free. He released a low painful groan and threw his head slightly backward. My eyes widened ever so slightly as they took a look at his rock-hard member. It was so impressively thick that it made me doubt if he was going to even fit in my hand let alone my mouth. There were blue v