I decided to go ahead and just make this story all at once. Hope you enjoy. ;}
At 6'11 and 330lbs Paul Zingman wasn't the type of guy you'd fuck with. But, despite his threatening stature, he could never avoid fighting. He was by no means an attractive guy, with a scar across his neck from a fight and a stubbly shaved head he was actually quite scary. Tom Landrews walked into Chuck's Pub just as Paul was body slamming a guy into a table. He couldn't help but to notice Paul's remarkable strength and size and knew he'd be perfect.
Tom was a sleazy type of guy and at only 5'4 he clearly wasn't intimidating nor appealing to young women. He tried, bar after bar, to find a little slut he could take home and fuck but every time he was rejected. He was in his mid 40's and had never had pussy. Suicide had crossed his mind once or twice but then he started to get the idea to rape a girl. He liked the idea of forcing a sweet young thing down on her knees and making her suck his cock till he blew stream after stream of cum down her throat. He grew hard at the thought of pounding his dick balls deep into a tight young snatch. Just the thought of finally being the one in charge got him off. He knew though that he couldn't take a girl down easily with out a fight. That's where Paul would fit in perfectly.
He slid into the stool next to Paul. "So, do you always fight at bars or do you drink as well?" Tom chuckled but it was clear by the glare Paul shot that it wasn't funny.
"I'm not a fag." Paul growled as he grabbed Tom's throat. "Fuck off."
Tom could only laugh nervously and recompose himself before ordering a round of drinks. "Well, lucky for you neither am I. I just couldn't help but notice how easily you took that guy down and well...I figured you'd be perfect to help me."
Paul let out a booming laugh and slammed his beer onto the wood bar. "How the hell can I help you, fag?" Tom was just about to answer him when a sweet long haired brunette in daisy dukes and a cut off black shirt that read Chuck's walked up to them. She leaned in and gave Paul a hug, pressing her natural D-cup breasts against him.
"Hey, babe. Look, Chuck said if you pull another stunt like that he's gonna kick you out." Her voice was a sweet melody with a Southern twang. Tom couldn't help but notice her perfect legs and glowing skin. Paul looked over at the bartender who was cleaning shot glasses and grunted.
"Chuck can't do shit." He bellowed out laughing as the bartender rolled his eyes and shook his head. The girl kissed Paul's cheek and gave him another hug. "Well, just try to tone it down some will ya, sugah?" She walked off to a table of customers, her perfect round ass bouncing with every step. Paul's eyes were glued to her every curve when he heard Tom's obnoxious laugh. He shot him a glare that could stop a bull dead in its tracks.
"What the fuck you laughing at?" Tom stopped laughing and nervously coughed. "Well, I umm...I just couldn't help but notice the way you watch her. She your girl?" At this question Paul boomed out a laugh and took a swig of beer.
"Does she look like she's my damn girl?" He said, slamming the beer down on the counter top. "Hell, She's too damn tiny anyways. I'd break her." He shot a look down at his lap as if to indicate that he was refering to his cock and not his physical body size. And at an astonishing 10 inches he was pretty much right.
Tom looked over at the waitress's perfect frame and could feel himself growing hard. He wanted her and he knew he had to do what ever it took to get her. "Why don't you fuck her anyways?" He asked. Paul let out a grunt. "Hell, like she'd go for me."
At the age of 36 Paul had only ever been with one girl, and that was when he was in his teens and could be considered normal size. He had pretty much always been a strong guy but it was never what the girls looked for. They were either scared of him or considered him to be nothing but protection. The new waitress was the only girl who ever gave him attention. He was her first customer and ever since then he'd be the one she'd go to first to serve. She slightly admired him, and though she wouldn't admit it, was even sort of attracted to him. Paul did want her but she was just too damn beautiful and out of his reach.
"You could rape her."
Paul was about to bash Tom's brains in when she looked over and shot him a warming smile. He felt himself growing hard at the thought of her soft pink lips wrapped around his cock. "How the hell could I do that?"
Tom's lips curled up in a sinister smile. "Easy. Call her out back in about 15 minutes. I'll have the van there. You force her inside quietly then we'll go from there."
The plan was all set up. Paul headed for the back. He stopped at the waitress and gently caressed her lower back. "I need your help. Follow me out back." His voice sounded urgent so she grabbed his hand as he led her out the back allyway doors.
"Hun, what's goin-" She was cut off by his hand around her mouth and throat. They got into the van where Tom tied and bound her.
Tom was driving the van as Paul ran his hand up and down her well toned thighs. Her body cringed and tensed up with each movement inching closer to her pussy. Before she knew it he had her shorts off and was placing her on his lap. She was facing away from him, her neck kissed and biten, her pussy rubbed. She could feel her self growing wet between the legs. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her clit. "Fuck! You're fucking wet!" Paul's voice boomed out. He found her hole and slid as much of his dick deep into her as he could. Every bump of the road sent pulsating waves through her body. She found herself to be enjoying the ride and couldn't help but to grind on his rock hard dick. "Fuck! God damn! oh..oh..oh!" Paul moaned and grunted as she bounced and grinded her tight cunt on his pole. He removed her mouth gag and ropes and she let out a gasp which was followed quickly by a series of moans. He grabbed her nipples between his fingers and started rubbing them gently. Her body quaked and she let out a loud moan. "Fuck! I'm going to cum!"
Paul could feel her warm pussy juices flowing down his dick. He was close to cumming him self. He began to thrust violently. "Fuck!!" He emptied out stream after stream of warm sticky cum into her tight snatch.
She tried to move off of him but he slammed her body back down onto his semi hard cock. He lifted her up and down while thrusting forcefully into her. His cock was back to it's full length now and crammed deep inside her. She kicked frantically and tried to scream out but his hand was covering over her mouth. His cock was too huge for her to take any more. It felt good at first but now her pussy was sore and she wanted him out. Tears burned her cheeks and all she could do was let her mind wander off.
Thrust after violent thrust passed for how long she wasn't sure. "Fuck! Gaah!" Paul finally moaned out before emptying yet another load of hot cum deep inside of her.
Paul looked down at the perfect beauty which now rested between his legs. She had got off of him but her fragile body was so weak that she collapsed on the van floor in front of him. Her head was rested against his lap, cheeks stained with tears.
"We're here." Tom's voice surprised Paul and so did the sudden break of the van. Paul looked down at the tender girl and felt himself growing with rage at what he had just done.
"And where the fuck is here, fag?" Paul was in no mood to deal with Tom's shit and he intended to let him know that.
Tom chuckled nervously. "Here..is CraterWoodlands. No one comes out here anymore." He was right. CraterWoodlands was a small forest area that had been long abandoned ever since the new mall and park were built. No one wanted to hang out in a forest anymore so it became a perfect place of mischief. Tom glanced back at the girls soft frame and licked his lips. "I think it's my turn with that little slu-" Paul's hand was around Tom's neck in a split second.
"I think not, fag." His voice growled with protection of his little prize. He was a bear and she was his piece of meat, and he wasn't going to let anyone else try a bite.
She moaned softly on his lap and looked up at him with eyes full of wild wonder. He let go of Tom, who began to rub his neck to catch his breath, and gently stroked her hair. To his surprise she gently kissed his soft penis. Waves shot through out his body as he hardened slowly. She took his semi erect cock in her mouth and began to suck. Her tongue swirled around on the bottom side of his penis and did a sweet little teasing dance right along his slit where precum oozed out. His dick was now rock hard and she could barely fit it in her mouth. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat and pulled away. Paul wanted to slam his entire cock down her throat but decided that he enjoyed watching her take it slowly much better. She placed his thick head in her mouth and begain teasing it with her tongue, not even sucking it, her hands moved up and down as they massaged the rest of his stiff member.
She loved the salty sweet taste of Paul's cock and wanted to keep feasing on his hard flesh. She ran a hand down her body and started rubbing her clit as she sucked and slurped on his throbbing cock. "Aw fuck! yea baby! Oh fuck! Yeah suck oh oh suck my cock baby!" He growled out each moan as his body tensed up with pleasure. The waitress popped his dick out of her mouth and began to lick it up and down. He was loving the attention she was giving him, then, much to his surprise, she started licking and sucking his balls.
His balls tightened up and his dick was shot with waves. He was going to cum and he wanted it all down her tight throat. Paul jammed his cock into her mouth and let out streams of hot gooey jizz which she happily slurped up. "Mmmm," She moaned out. "It's soo yummy. Why didn't you do this before, sugah?"
Paul let out a deep laugh. "Well, I'm glad you like my cock. It's all yours."
"What the hell, man?!" Tom was begining to get agrivated. He wanted some pussy as well and was getting pissed that Paul came 3 times when he didn't even get to fee her tight pussy lips on his cock. "It's my turn!" He slammed his hand hard down onto the steering wheel.
Paul opened the van door and got out, taking the girl and her clothes with him. "Fuck off, fag." He slammed the van door shut and growled. The waitress stood protected in his arms, her head tilted up at him in a smile. Tom, pissed at his rejection, drove off.
"You know," Her Southern voice chimed out. "You've never told me your name, babe."
Paul grinned down at her. "Paul." He grabbed her waist and pulled her tight to his side.
"Well, Paul..I'm Jessi." Her lips curled up in a smile.
"I know." Jessi looked at Paul surprised. He grunted a smile then pointed to her chest where a name tag was pinned to her cut off shirt. She giggled and for the first time Paul felt happy.
After they left they went straight to her house where they fucked each other senseless some more. They ended up staying together and Paul actually stopped fighting with every dude he met, of course Chuck the pub owner appreciated this. As for Tom, he tried to rape a hooker that night, but she ended up being an undercover cop. He did have sex finally, but it was him taking it in the ass by his fellow jailmates...