The Biggest Dick Erotic Teen Story
At 16, I met Joe, a visitor whose massive cock left me speechless and craving more. This erotic tale unfolds in a sun-soaked Melbourne suburb, where the scent of chlorine and forbidden glances fueled my teenage desire. Nearly 20 years later, it remains the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Dive into this steamy poolside fantasy, perfect for fans of huge cock stories and intense teen encounters.
A Summer Surprise in Essendon
The Melbourne sun blazed that mid-year afternoon in 1996. Essendon’s suburban streets buzzed with summer energy—jacarandas bloomed, their purple petals carpeting the ground like a vibrant blanket underfoot. The air carried the sharp, invigorating scent of fresh-cut grass mixed with the distant hum of barbecues firing up, a quintessential Aussie holiday vibe that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
My neighbors had visitors for the holidays. I assumed they were family or close mates, but honestly, the details blurred when I spotted him arriving. A guy about my age stepped out of the car, his dark hair tousled by the warm breeze as if he’d just rolled out of bed after a wild dream. His build was athletic—broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist, muscles subtly defined from what looked like footy training or surfing weekends. His skin glowed with a deep olive tan, the kind that screamed endless days under the Aussie sun, smooth and inviting to the touch. He moved with a confident stride, each step purposeful and relaxed, like he owned the world without trying.
My heart skipped a beat, then thundered in my chest, a rush of heat flooding my cheeks. He was gorgeous in that effortless way—high cheekbones, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and piercing green eyes that caught the light. I felt a spark of curiosity ignite deep in my belly, twisting into something hotter, more primal. Who was this stranger? What secrets hid beneath that casual exterior? My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, my young body awakening to a flutter of desire I’d never felt so intensely before.
Spotting Joe
The next day, the heat wave intensified, the air shimmering like a mirage over the asphalt. I glanced over the fence and saw him sunbathing in their yard. Shirtless, his jeans clung low on his hips, the faded denim hugging the curve of his thighs and hinting at the power beneath. Sunlight danced across his toned chest, highlighting every ridge of his abs, which rose and fell with his steady breaths. Sweat glistened on his olive skin, forming tiny rivulets that trailed down like liquid diamonds, catching the light and making him shimmer like a god in the midday glare.
The faint, tropical coconut scent of his sunscreen wafted over the fence on the breeze, mingling with the earthy aroma of sun-baked soil. It hit me like a wave, stirring my stomach into a whirlwind of butterflies—nervous, excited, and undeniably aroused. I wanted to know him badly, to close the distance and trace those sweat trails with my fingertips, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. My pulse quickened, a subtle ache building between my thighs as I imagined what else that body might offer.
Our neighbors lacked a pool, but ours was a backyard paradise—an inground oasis landscaped with lush palm fronds swaying gently, colorful hibiscus flowers blooming around the edges, and smooth flagstone pavers that baked hot under the relentless sun. The water sparkled invitingly, a crystal-clear blue that promised cool relief, its surface rippling slightly in the breeze like a living invitation. I knew from dipping in earlier that morning how it felt: refreshingly chilled at first touch, then enveloping like silk, caressing every inch of skin with a soothing embrace that made goosebumps rise despite the heat.
Gathering my courage, I leaned over the weathered wooden fence, the rough splinters pressing into my palms. My voice came out light and playful, masking the tremor of excitement. “Hey, you want to come over and dip in our pool?” The words hung in the humid air, my heart pounding as I waited for his response, hoping this would be the start of something unforgettable.
My Name Is Joe
He shielded his eyes from the glaring sun and flashed a grin, his white teeth contrasting against his tanned face, sending a fresh wave of warmth pooling in my belly. “Sure, that sounds great! I’m Joe. Let me check with my parents.” His voice was smooth and deep, laced with that laid-back Aussie accent—like warm waves crashing on Bondi Beach. I watched him jog back to the house, his bare back flexing with each step, my mind already spinning wild fantasies.
The Speedo Question
Minutes ticked by like hours, the cicadas’ relentless chorus amplifying the tension knotting in my chest. He returned, his eyes bright and mischievous under those dark lashes. “Board shorts or speedos?” he asked, tilting his head with a knowing smirk.
I smirked back, feeling a bold rush surge through me. “Speedos,” I said, my voice teasing and breathy. Deep down, it was pure curiosity—I craved the sight of his cock’s outline in that tight, body-hugging fabric, imagining how it would strain and reveal every inch. The thought made my cheeks flush hotter than the sun, a secretive thrill tingling across my skin.
“Sure, no problem,” he replied casually, vanishing into the house again. I paced the soft grass of our yard, blades tickling my bare feet, my thoughts swirling like a storm. What would it look like up close? How would it feel? The unknown fueled a growing ache of desire, my nipples peaking against my shirt as arousal built.
Meeting Face-to-Face
Joe reappeared around the side of our house, still shirtless in his jeans, a swim bag slung over one shoulder. Up close, his presence overwhelmed me—his broad chest rising with each breath, that faint trail of dark hair vanishing into his waistband like a tempting path. He extended his hand, his palm warm and slightly calloused. “I’m Joe from Essendon. I’m 16.” His grip sent sparks shooting up my arm, his woody cologne wrapping around me like an embrace, masculine and intoxicating.
“I’m Angel, also 16. Pleased to meet you!” I said, my hand lingering in his a second too long, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and electric attraction. “No speedos yet?” The question slipped out, laced with playful disappointment.
“Where are your parents?” he asked, his green eyes scanning the empty yard, a flicker of caution in his tone but excitement dancing in his gaze.
“They’re out for their anniversary lunch. Won’t be back till tonight,” I replied, the words tasting like sweet forbidden fruit, hinting at the freedom ahead. My thoughts raced: Alone with him? The possibilities made my core throb.
“Is it okay I’m here?” he pressed, his brow furrowing slightly, but I saw the spark of adventure mirroring my own.
“Of course,” I assured him, my smile widening as relief washed over his features. The empty house loomed behind us, a silent promise of privacy that set my pulse racing.
He Walked to the Side of the House
Joe sauntered to a shaded corner of the yard, partially hidden by a flowering bottlebrush tree, its red blooms buzzing with bees. “I’m changing here, so don’t look if you don’t want to see anything, okay?” he teased, his voice low and challenging, sending a shiver down my spine despite the heat.
I Couldn’t Resist
Curiosity burned too hot to ignore—I had to peek. His back faced me, broad and sculpted, the sun casting golden highlights on his olive skin as he unzipped his jeans. They slid down, revealing an extraordinary ass—firm, rounded, and perfectly toned, the kind that begged to be grabbed. My breath hitched, mouth going dry.
Then, as he shifted, I glimpsed it: the biggest dick ever, hanging heavy and thick between his legs, swaying gently next to his full balls. Even soft, it was immense—veiny, girthy, and longer than anything I’d imagined, a monster that made my eyes widen in shock and awe. A jolt of raw lust shot through me, my panties dampening instantly as forbidden fantasies flooded my mind: How would it stretch me? Fill me? Nearly 20 years on, it’s still the hugest cock I’ve encountered, a memory that never fails to stir me.
Being that inquisitive teen, I yearned for more—the feel of it hardening in my hand, the taste on my tongue. My body trembled with a cocktail of shock, desire, and an overwhelming urge to explore every inch.
Caught in the Act
Joe tugged on his speedos and spun around, his eyes locking on mine as I stared shamelessly at the outline of his cock. The black fabric clung like a second skin, the massive bulge protruding obscenely, every ridge visible. The sharp chlorine from our pool mixed with his natural musk, a heady scent that made my head spin.
He burst into laughter, deep and rumbling, echoing through the yard. “Ha! I caught you looking!” His amusement only fueled my embarrassment, my face burning crimson.
“Sorry,” I stammered, but my eyes refused to budge. “I couldn’t help it. You’re massive.” The word hung heavy, my voice breathless, body aching with a need I’d never known.
The Biggest Dick
His cock wasn’t even erect, yet the bulge was immense—thick and commanding, straining the speedos to their limit. It mesmerized me, my nipples hardening painfully, a pulse of heat throbbing in my core. Joe noticed my gawking, my jaw slack in shock, and chuckled again, the sound vibrating through the air like a caress.
“Why don’t you get in your bikini?” he suggested, his tone playful yet demanding. “It’s not fair you’re staring when you’re not in your swimsuit.” The challenge in his eyes ignited something fierce in me, a mix of shyness and bold excitement.
Changing into My Bikini
I was pruder than him, but the thrill won out. I dashed upstairs, the wooden steps creaking under my hurried feet, heart hammering like a drum. At 16, I was petite—slim and just over 5 feet—with whopping 34C breasts that dominated my thin frame, making me self-conscious yet secretly proud.
In my room, the air felt cooler, a fan whirring softly as I stripped. The bikini’s fabric was soft and skimpy, the top barely containing my full, heavy jugs, soft cleavage spilling over like an invitation. My G-string bottoms hugged my tight, taut ass—pert and smooth, tanned to a golden sheen that glowed in the mirror. I adjusted the strings, feeling empowered, my skin flushing with anticipation. Would he stare like I had? The thought made my clit throb.
He Was Swimming
A loud splash pulled me to the window, the pool view framed by sheer curtains fluttering in the breeze. Joe cut through the water with powerful strokes, his muscles rippling like waves themselves. He hauled onto the inflatable raft, the rubber groaning under his weight, then sprawled on his back to sunbathe, eyes shut in relaxed bliss.
From above, his enormous package dominated the view—the wet speedos turned translucent, clinging to reveal every detail of his huge cock: the thick shaft, pulsing veins, and bulbous head resting heavily. The sight stole my breath, a deep, insistent throb building between my legs as I imagined riding it.
A Bold Promise
I lingered, perving shamelessly, fingers gripping the sill as desire coiled tight. His body turned me on fiercely—confident, sculpted, and packing that monster dick. I vowed silently: That cock would be mine before sunset. The promise sent electric shivers racing over my skin, arousal soaking through my bikini bottoms.
Poolside Tease
Finally, I sauntered back, ensuring my bikini sat just right—top low for maximum cleavage, bottoms riding high on my hips. The poolside concrete scorched my feet, chlorine biting the air. “What do you think?” I purred, striking a pose, my breasts heaving with each nervous breath.
Joe’s eyes snapped open, devouring my rack with raw hunger. “You have a fucking amazing rack!” he growled, his voice thick with truth. Pride swelled in me, my nipples peaking harder. His ginormous cock stirred, swelling visibly, but he dove into the water before I could feast my eyes, cool spray misting my heated skin.
Poolside Playtime
Joe surfaced and pulled me in, his hands firm on my waist, the contact searing like fire. We swam for 30 minutes, bodies brushing in teasing grazes—his thigh against mine, my breasts skimming his chest. Laughter mingled with splashes, the water silky and cool, easing the external heat but fanning the flames inside me. His wet skin smelled divine, a mix of sunscreen and pure male.
A Naughty Wager
Breathless, I suggested, “Pool volleyball? Floating hoop, like basketball. Loser strips.” The wager felt daring, my voice husky with intent.
Joe’s grin turned wicked, eyes smoldering. “I like where this is going,” he said, his tone promising sin.
The Game Heats Up
We set up, water churning as I scored first, triumphant splash echoing. Joe countered, blocking and scoring twice with athletic grace. Bodies collided in wet, slippery chaos, breaths ragged. Tied at 4-4, tension peaked—he scored the winner, his victory yell thrilling me.
“Top or bottom?” I teased, body trembling.
“That rack,” he demanded. “Your boobs are unreal.”
Bare in the Water
I untied my top, fabric peeling away with a wet suck. My breasts buoyant and proud, nipples erect from cold and lust, standing firm like invitations. Joe’s stare burned, empowering me, adrenaline mixing with a flood of arousal that left me slick and ready.
The Game Continues
Distracted by my exposure, Joe faltered—I won 5-2 easily. He shed his speedos, flinging them aside with a slap. Underwater, his cock’s silhouette tantalized, ripples concealing the full glory.
“Not fair,” I whined, voice needy. “You see my tits, but your cock’s hidden.”
“Let’s go inside,” he murmured, voice gravelly. “Stare all you want.” The invitation hung heavy, my body quivering as we stepped toward deeper intimacy.
I got out first and sat on the beach chair and I turned around to see him leaving the pool. For the first time I saw his cock in it’s entirety and it was a monster. In its flaccid state and after being in a pool filled with cold water it was 8 inches or more. But it was not the length it was also the thickness.
If there was a titan of cocks Joe had been given it.
He walked right up to where I was sitting so that his cock was literally inches from my face.
He said “So what do you think of it now?”
I did not have words. My mouth had dropped again. I was stunned. He held out his hand, which I grabbed and he walked me inside – I was still in a daze and then I led him to my bedroom. He was totally naked and I just had my G-String on.
I looked at his dick and it was beginning to get erect. As I watched it as it slowly lifted and increased in size, it became more solid. This thing was a fucking beast.
It Was 10 Inches Long
It was more than two inches thick on one side. So I could only imagine what the entire circumference would be. It now stood a good 10 inches in size. It was hard to believe that a 16 year old could have such a tool on him. I wondered if I could ever possible take something that large in my pussy – which by the way had gotten wet in anticipation.
A 16 year old testosterone levels can be unpredictable. Joe was not embarrassed at all as his cock became fully erect. I said “Joe, sit down on my bed will you.”
He did and I dropped to my knees.
I began to first lick and then suck his giant member. As I sucked it, there was no way I could take the entire thing in my mouth. In fact I think I only got it half down before I started to gag. So I used both hands to hold the base of his cock and stroked it whilst I gave him head with my mouth.
My oral services obviously pleased him because he began to moan in delight. I increased the vigor in which I stroked his shaft. After about 5 minutes he started to cum.
His Cum Was Hot
White hot semen spurted as I tried to guzzle it all down. I squeezed his balls and cock which increased the delivery of his hot jiz. It flowed down my throat. I became his cum bucket as he filled my guts with his seed.
Like his cock, never before or after had I seen someone with so much cum.
He spurted at least 8 full cum shots. Each and every one of them hitting the back of my throat as I swallowed. There was so much cum that the last two shots I could no longer swallow. His hot white stream dripped down the sides of my mouth, onto my breasts and onto the floor.
After a few moments his cock began to go limp. But it never became small – that was never going to happen. After a short time he laid me on the bed and took off my G-String revealing my nearly hairless pussy.
My youthful pink lips happily parted as he spread my legs
Revealed the wetness that had came from my aching pussy during his head job. He then went down on me and began to lick my delicate clitoris. Licked the lips of my vagina and finally made his tongue dart in and out of my pussy.
He Went Down on Me and I Came
The feeling was astounding and astonishing and I yelled out his name many times as a way of encouraging him more. I came at least three times and as my vaginal juices gushed from my gaping hole he lapped them all up. He became my cum bucket and was eagerly drinking all my love juices.
After the third time I had squirted, I needed him inside me and I said. “I can see your cock is hard again. How about you try and put that monster in.”
He smiled and said “I thought you would never ask.”
I felt like A Virgin Again
With the amount of foreplay that he had given me my hole was hot and open, ready to take anything.
But when he put his massive head at my opening I was not quite so sure. I was not a virgin but it felt like I was a virgin again. He put the head of his cock on my pussy and slowly and steadily pushed. It seemed like ages and suddenly it ‘popped’ in.
Hurt a whole lot. But I was on fire and needed his cock more than anything I had ever desired before. He continued pushing his shaft in and out of my cunt slowly until it began to feel alright.
Joe must have sensed that I was okay with his cock inside me probably because I was pushing my hips towards him as he drove his cock in and I swayed back as it went outwards. Our sexual rhythm became one and increased in speed.
He pumped his cock in hard, grinding it in 10 or 11 inches deep.
A Teen Pussy
My poor teen pussy had never been so stretched before or beaten by a monster of a cock. We had hard fucking sex for about ten minutes, I saw the expression on his face and knew that he was about to cum.
I said “Cum inside me you fuck.”
He yelled ” Fuck yeah!” and with that he began to spurt. He moaned and screamed as he wildly fucked my little pussy with that adonis of a cock. Yum, I was astounded! There was as much cum if not more than when I had given him head.
It took him a whole three minutes or more of cumming until he finally lay beside me exhausted and trembling. I could feel his jism run down between my legs.
Now that we had stopped I could feel pain in my pussy and looked down to see jism mixed with blood running between my legs. His huge cock had ripped my poor pussy. He said “Shit. I’ve injured you. We have to get you to a hospital.” and jumped up.
Blood Ran Between My Legs
I said “Joe, relax. It is probably just a small tear. What did you think would happen fucking me like that with your god sized dick?”
He did not relax and turned white.
I again said “It’s nothing to worry about Joe. I will get a pad and it will be fine.”
He then settled down and left about 30 minutes after.
I was fine and it was just a small tear that healed itself within a couple of days. Joe stayed with the neighbors for two weeks so we revisited similar sexual trysts at every available opportunity.
Now, 20 years on we still keep in touch with each other even though I am happily married.
I would never tell my husband but Joe was/is incredible.
Never have I met a man like him sexually nor do I think I will. On one of his visits in the years that followed we measured his cock. I think he was 18 then – and it was over 12 inches long.
Just writing this and thinking about his cock made me salivate and get wet again. Goodness, you have to excuse me whilst I grab one of my sex toys and get myself off.
‘Ahh.. Joe, you’ve done it again!’
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