Thick Bulge Novels & Stories

No one needs to fall over my edge and come to my valley with me. This is no man's land. This is lonely, painful, and ugly. This is the trenches; I want to crawl out of. Soldiers dig trenches to hide from the bombs of war. There is still death and sickness within them. "Thanks for the bubblegum. It tastes like cotton candy," he says. "Yeah, they all do. This isn't the best brand either," I reply. Collin chews the gum nervously as we get ready to go into the car. Mrs. Abernathy hugs Collin. She has taken this large boy and has squeezed him down to a toothpick.

I could not look away from the turgid length that he held. I had only seen one in illustrations and the one that the young apprentice had, but what Mr. Thomas had was like nothing I had seen before. The length and width were as if it was abnormal. There are no words to describe how thick and long it appeared to be. He watched my expression and I could only look with shock in return. The end was almost the like of a doorknob only deep purple in appearance and it was leaking fluid at an alarming rate. I watched as he lowered down to me and felt him try to move it between my legs.

The dust stream was slightly thicker than it had been thirty seconds ago. "Move now," Kael said. They crossed the threshold. Hale first, controlled and deliberate. Darius second, matching Hale's pace exactly. Kael third. Ten meters in, the grinding intensified. At fifteen meters, the crack spread sideways by half a meter in under two seconds. At twenty meters, a section of the north wall the size of a doorway bulged outward under the pressure building on the other side. "Faster," Hale said. They moved faster, twenty-five meters, and the bulging section failed.

God, it was so thick and long, way bigger than anything I'd ever touched before. Bigger than Jake's, no doubt about that. It throbbed in my hand, hot and heavy, the skin smooth but stretched tight over the veins that bulged out along the shaft. I pulled it free and just stared for a second. The head was swollen and purple, a drop of pre-cum already beading at the tip, shiny and inviting.

Sighing, I unzipped his zipper with my teeth, looking up at him the whole time. I took my time rubbing my face against the bulge, kissing it through his pants, grazing it with my teeth. Then, ever so slowly, I pulled it out. His dick was unending. It wasn’t too long, normally long, I thought, but it was thick, bulbous. The veins stood at attention, running to an almost pink head. He looked mouthwatering.

The road is getting thinner and the trees are getting thicker. “Are we too far?” feeling amused “Just familiarize yourself into the road.” Bluntly he answer We are heading to a huge tunnel few meters away two cars identical to ours appear and we all get inside, he pull back and turn right approaching the wall. “Are you getting us killed? St…” he press a button and the wall crack open. We get into a smaller tunnel; too narrow enough for a one car. The blue LED light serves as the only guide, if you are a claustrophobic you can’t stand a second inside. After running 13.7 km we stop in front of a closed metal door covered with mud and rust.

Huge. Thick, veiny shaft that curved slightly upward, the length easily nine inches or more, pulsing visibly with every heartbeat. The head was fat and flushed a deep, glistening pink—swollen, slick already with pre-cum, the slit weeping for me. It looked almost obscene how perfect it was: heavy, ridged with veins that stood out under the skin, promising to stretch me until I couldn’t breathe.

Even soft, it was massive. The outline was unmistakable: a long, thick shaft with a fat, rounded head that pressed prominently against the material. Every time he reached for a tool or adjusted his hips to get better leverage, the bulge twitched and shifted. It looked so heavy, so full. I could see the faint ridge of veins running along its length through the thin fabric. His balls pressed heavily against the seam, two large, plump shapes that made my mouth water involuntarily. *Oh my God, Gina, stop staring,* I scolded myself, but I couldn’t. Heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs.

This plug was different than the one Melissa had up her own ass. Rather than being conical and expanding outward to one bulge then dropping back to a narrow neck, this one had three bulges and three necks, each progressively larger than the last. It was also longer and fatter, with the middle bulge being about the size of the one that had expanded her pucker then let it close to clamp it in place. And instead of a circular flange to keep it from going all the way in, this one had a sort of t-handle that Melissa realized would tuck nicely between one's ass-cheeks making it more convenient to wear while shopping or chatting with a neighbor.

I actually gasped. Now, I loved my husband with all of my heart. He was my soulmate and the love of my life, and he had a very good-sized cock. But fuck me, Jamal's cock... it was a picture of perfection. There were a few veins that went down the shaft, but on the top there was one prominent, bulging vein that went down the entirety of his shaft. His head was bulbous and throbbing. I realised that the top third of his shaft was the thickest part, which grew thinner the further down it got. However, even at the base he was very, very thick.