Ella Unbound Pt. 01

Jake's first girlfriend called him a freak of nature. She wasn't wrong. Genetics blessed Jake with a tall, powerful, athletic body, piercing hazel eyes and, a gigantic cock.

By the time Jake finished puberty, his manhood was 9.25" long and soda can-thick, crowned by a huge, perfectly-proportioned, mushroom-shaped head.

Initially, being horse-hung was a bug, not a feature. Jake's grade school classmates and teammates made fun of him. Girls considered him "icky" and "gross."

That changed, of course, but not as much as you'd think. Jake still had to hide his cock from public view.

Even soft, even carefully arranged in loose-fitting pants, the enormous bulge between his legs attracted unwanted attention.

When his manhood was hard, if he didn't cover it with a jacket, a sweater, his briefcase, something, appearing in public, mixed company or at work was problematic.

Making matters worse: Jake's "monster" had a mind of its own. Whenever he saw an attractive woman, his cock automatically readied for action.

As a towering teenager, Jake learned to cope with "spontaneous erections." On the positive side, he gradually mastered the art of combining "big dick energy" with his sharp wit, warm smile, gym-honed physique and successful career.

As a result, Jake seduced women with relative ease. Achieving the hurricane-force release his monster demanded.

The number and quality of women who fell to their knees to worship Jake's gigantic cock -- to experience the fuck of their life -- was astounding. To his friends anyway, jealous as they were. For Jake, it was another day, another conquest.

By the time Jake was in his 30's, he'd become selective. After a couple of wild long-term relationships, he met Susan.

As he entered his 40's, Jake and Susan were happily married. Thanks to his wife's voracious sexual appetite, he gained a measure of control over his monster's sudden awakenings. Until he found himself attracted to his step-daughter.

He didn't mean for it to happen. He didn't expect it to happen. He didn't want it to happen.

Jake had always been attracted to older women. Smart, sexy, experienced women, like his wife, five years his senior.

A woman who was still every inch the fit, dark-haired, sexually insatiable siren he'd seduced at the gym.

Ten years of marriage did nothing to diminish her hunger for his huge cock or addiction to the monumental amount of cum it fired from its fist-sized head. She was ready, willing and able to indulge his every fantasy, including extra-marital adventures.

His wife helped keep the monster in check. And yet, there was something about Ella...

By her eighteenth birthday, Jake's step-daughter was a genuine beauty: luxurious brown hair, deep green eyes, pixie features and a tight body approaching drop-dead gorgeous perfection.

Though she shared her mother's lithe body type, Ella wasn't a clone, a younger version of her mother. If nothing else, the way she moved set her apart.

As her college gymnastics coach said, Ella was as graceful as a gazelle -- with a leopard's spirit. Confident, comfortable in her olive skin, intentional in her movements and, though her coach didn't say so, radiating sexuality.

For those who dared see it. Jake didn't. He didn't think about Ella sexually until well after she passed the legal age of consent. In fact, the first few times the monster awoke in her presence he was shocked. Appalled. And unable to do a thing about it.

Ella lived in a single-sex dorm a few miles from Jake and Susan's home. The dorm was a cramped, a bit run-down and occupied by a large number of what Ella called rich bitches.

As a result, Ella spent a large amount time out at home, bringing her "squad" to hang out by the pool.

Ella's presence was a problem for Jake. More often than not, his step-daughter padded around the house in a barely-there bikini top and shorts. An outfit that did nothing to conceal her firm breasts, athletic body and long legs. And everything to make Jake think the unthinkable. Enormous hard-on resulting.

To cope with the monster's unmistakable demand for sexual satisfaction, Jake began avoiding his step-daughter as much as possible. Retreating to the TV room or his home office to try to distract himself. To calm the beast down.

A goal that became harder and harder to achieve. His disappearances grew longer and longer, and more and more awkward. At the same time, he was bedeviled the possibility that his wife would see what was happening. More specifically, why it was happening

More than once, Susan saw "the monster" pressing against her husband's pants when Ella was in view. More than once, Jake had to make up some sexy excuse for his monumental hard-on.

Jake hated lying to his wife. Hated himself for his reaction to his undeniably sexy step-daughter and her almost as attractive girlfriends. He consoled himself with the thought that at least he wasn't trying to get turned on.

In fact, he tried hard not to. Failing with increasing frequency. Worse, Ella began to invade his imagination, especially during sex with Susan.

He didn't have full-blown fantasies, thank God. His mind served-up mages, like snapshots...

Ella in her yoga pants and a crop top. A "casual" outfit that hugged her athletic figure like a second skin, leaving little -- far too little -- to his imagination.

Ella coming out of the pool house bathroom, her hair slick, her skin freshly moisturized, covered by a towel that could be released by a single tug.

So many wonderful, terrible images...

One fateful day, Ella emerged from her bedroom wearing her usual bikini top and short shorts. Jake had agreed to drop her of at beach, along with her best friend Lisa, a blond beauty in her own right.

"Are you ready?" Ella asked, as Jake's eyes devoured the tanned body standing in front of him.

His mind interpreted the question in the lewdest possible way, sending a signal to his cock to awaken from its slumber.

As Ella walked away, Jake imagined taking her from behind. Rubbing his giant cock up and down the crack of her rock hard ass, preparing to enter her.

Savoring and delaying the moment when he'd lower his fist-sized head to her soaking wet pussy and show the twenty-something college student what his giant cock could do to her body and mind.

"Give me five minutes," he said.

"Sure," Ella said turning back and smiling.

Did she see it? Jake wondered, his heart racing. How could she not? He was already hard. Did she know why he was going into the bathroom?

Jake closed the bathroom door and checked his emails, waiting for his cock to return to "normal."

Not happening. In fact, his cock lengthened and thickened to its full glory, chafing at his pants like a chained Rottweiler maddened by its inability to savage an intruder.

Jake couldn't get the image of his stepdaughter emerging from the bedroom out of his head, her bronzed skin glistening, her perfectly formed breasts barely contained by her tiny top.

Almost on its own, Jake's hand reached down and stroked his cock, willing it to subside. Even as his motions increased his carnal urges.

Jake knew if he removed the beast from its prison there'd be no stopping until he fired his massive load.

His wife called it "Hulk mode." For good reason.

When Jake's giant cock was hard, releasing the beast transformed him -- from a friendly, polite, intelligent, caring Dad to a man, an animal on a mission. To fuck a woman into oblivion. To the point where she was so exhausted by her orgasms she couldn't move or speak.

Jake always warned his "victims" about his sex drive. Gave them a safe word. Because once the monster took control, he was as powerless against its needs as they were.

How long have I been in here? Jake asked himself, staring at the hand rubbing his cock in the mirror. Doesn't matter, the monster's voice said. Do it.

Jake unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. As the air hit it, he felt the familiar rush that preceded a new conquest. Sronger than ever. All his muscles tightened as he stroked his nine-inch shaft.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he asked the man in the mirror.

Jake covered his exposed cock with the deliciously cold moisturizer Ella had applied to her smooth skin. He slid his huge hand up and down his gigantic flesh pole, slathering the monster in cream.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing it up and down. Around the giant head. He grabbed its girth and shook it, feeling its incredible size and insane weight.

He should have stopped. Shouldn't have thought about ramming Ella's tight little ass from behind with his huge hard cock, grabbing her hips to force the beast inside her.

Inch after inch after inch. Deeper and deeper. Opening her up. Listening to her... moan? Scream with pleasure? Tell him it was too big?

The last thought sent Jake over the edge.

Ever since his first sexual experience, when a high school beauty queen paid the price for relentless cock teasing, protesting with those words -- before submitting then encouraging his thrusts -- they were his weakness. Cranked him up to Hulk mode 11.

"It's too big!" made Jake feel powerful. Strong. Superior. A cock god. Which he was, compared to other boys. Other men.

Jake was turned-on by the inescapable fact that his massive cock could give women pleasure they'd didn't dream existed. An ego boost he craved like a drug. That he hadn't received in years.

Inside his head, Jake heard Ella's voice say the "magic" words. And then gasp the one word he'd heard so many times, when he finally worked his giant cock deep inside a woman and began opening her up, driving her to orgasmic ecstasy.

YES!

Jake's balls were boiling. His cock hardening that impossible extra bit, reaching the point of no return.

With a low groan he couldn't stifle, Jake released his load.

He aimed his monstrous cock down at the sink. Even so, the first three spurts flew onto the mirror, painting its surface with a thick stream of hot cum.

The next five spurts went where they belonged, hitting the sink's surface with a series of distinct pings.

As his throbs slowly subsided, Jake looked at the cum still sliding down the mirror, then down. A fat glob of fresh cum dripped from the tip of his half-hard cock. He squeezed out the last few drops, until they gathered and fell on the tile floor.

Jake and checked his watch. Ten minutes, he sighed. It would take a while to clean up. For the monster to deflate enough to conceal.

Jake dabbed his cock head with a hand towel, then used it to wipe the mirror and sink. He threw the soaking wet towel in the laundry bin, flushed the toilet, stuffed his cock back in his pants and headed back to the living room.

Jake knew he'd crossed the line. In some ways, it was a relief. An acknowledgment that his lust for his 22-year-old step-daughter had slipped beyond his control.

That's when he started getting hard around Ella on a regular basis.

Picking her up from college, her white dress shirt unbuttoned enough to see the swell of her breasts from the side, contained by her lacey bra.

Hanging out with Ella at the pool, watching her swim and socialize with her friends, concealing his massive erection with a carefully placed towel, laptop or book.

Jake started having full-blown fantasies about Ella. Most vividly when fucking Susan from behind. Talking dirty. Calling her names. Saying things he longed to say to Ella. Imagining it was her.

One afternoon, while Susan played tennis with her friends, Jake agreed to take Ella shopping for workout clothes.

When Ella modeled a bra top for a pretty boy sales assistant, eyeing her body with obvious lust, it was all Jake could do to stop himself pulling back the changing room curtain, slipping into the dressing room and...

Guiding Ella to her knees, sliding his giant cock head into her mouth and pushing it deeper, until she gagged. Finding that gagging point and playing with it...

Ella brought her new clothes to the counter, seemingly oblivious to Jake's "distress."

As Jake approached, the assistant caught sight of the outline of Jake's engorged cock stretching down to his knee.

Jake smiled at the assistant's wide eyes and open mouth. Nothing new there. He knew a size-queen when he saw one, male or female.

"I look forward to seeing you again," the assistant said as they prepared to leave.

"I'm sure you do," Jake said.

The next weekend, Jake sat across the kitchen table from Ella, helping with her end-of-term essay, trying not to stare at her cleavage.

"Can you get me a glass of water?" Ella asked, looking down at her notebook.

Jake got up. Ella looked up, her eyes level with his obscene bulge.

For once, Jake didn't move. He wanted Ella to see what she did to him. To marvel at a cock that was bigger and better than anything her boyfriends or that cock-hungry sales assistant could ever hope to match.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ella looked into Jake's eyes. A knowing look that said I know what that is and what you want. A look revealing... desire? No. Submission.

Ella broke eye contact, blushing and pretending to focus on her homework. Jake brought her the water and sat down.

Although neither mentioned or acknowledged it, from that moment on, it was only a question of when, where, how and how many times Jake would fuck Ella. And how the hell he could keep it secret.