Chapter 8: Claiming What's His
William opened the door to a third bedroom, placed his large hand on Rachel’s back and she shivered at the contact. She entered followed by the colossus who closed the door behind her. The thick wood muffled the chaos of the house into a dull, rhythmic throb. In the middle of the room, a king size bed and opposite this bed, a mirror. Rachel caught a flash of her own wide, dark eyes before William stepped into the reflection, blotting her out.
William approached Rachel. She looked up at him. His mass impressed her, a wall of muscle and intent that seemed to suck the air from the room. Her pussy was already wet from the scenes she had observed in the other rooms, a slick, shameless heat soaking through her thin panties. The fabric was a pathetic barrier against the truth of her body’s surrender.
Without a word, William undid his belt, the buckle clinking softly. He pushed his pants and boxers down in one practiced motion, revealing his huge cock. It hung heavy and thick between his powerful thighs, a dormant beast.
“Fuck,” Rachel whispered, the curse slipping out before she could stop it. She couldn’t help but curse when she saw the beast. The tail, although still at rest, a few centimeters from her seemed even more monstrous than what it had the day before when Emma Pillsbury held it in her hand. Up close, the sheer vascularity of it was terrifying. A network of thick veins pulsed under the dark skin.
William looked down at her, a cruel smile on his lips. “Finn’s little white dick ever make you curse like that?” He chuckled, a low, rough sound. “Didn’t think so.” He told her that it should change her mind about Finn’s small cock. His voice was matter-of-fact, indisputable. He ordered her to take it in her hands.
Standing in front of William, the colossus’ tail was at the level of his stomach. It was an absurd, intimidating sight. From this moment on, Rachel talks a lot, commenting in various ways on everything she does and feels. The nervous babble was a dam against the flood of what was happening.
“It’s… it’s just so big. I mean, I knew it was big, from… from seeing it, but… God.” Her left hand shyly touches the tail. Her fingertips brushed the warm, smooth skin. Rachel felt the blood pulsing through the clearly visible veins under her fingers. A living, throbbing cable of flesh. She took the tail in her hand but to her great astonishment did not manage to go around it. Her fingers and thumb couldn’t meet. She also felt the weight of the cock which had nothing to do with Finn’s, even when fully erect. It was a dense, substantial heaviness that pulled at her wrist.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “It’s like… holding a fucking Coke can.”
Slowly, she moved her little hand back and forth all along William’s cock. The skin was like silk over steel. Rachel felt William’s cock grow under her fingers, opening her little hand as he did so. It was an active, aggressive swelling, the shaft thickening and lengthening, forcing her grip wider. Slowly, William’s tail awoke, straightening into the shape it had been with Emma Pillsbury. It lifted from its hang, rising until it was a rigid, veined pillar aimed at her face.
William placing his large hand on Rachel’s head. His palm engulfed the curve of her skull. The little brunette understood and knelt in front of the colossus. The rough carpet bit into her knees. William’s cock was now horizontal, inches from Rachel’s face. She could smell him, a musky, clean, male scent that made her throat tighten and her cunt weep. She grabbed the tail with her other hand, the only way she had to go completely around the machine. Both hands now encircled the base, but just barely, her fingertips barely touching. Then she continued to jerk the cock, a clumsy, two-handed pump.
“You’re jerking it like it’s gonna break,” William said, his voice calm. He told her he was sure she could do better than that.
Rachel knew what he was talking about and told him that his cock is way too big. “My mouth… it won’t fit. It can’t.”
William then suggested that he start by using his tongue. “Lick it. Taste it. Get that pretty little mouth used to the idea.”
Still holding the cock with both hands, she placed her tongue on the glans. It was smooth, like the rest of him, but firmer, a broad, blunted dome. She liked the taste, a faint, salty pre-cleanliness. And Rachel swirled her tongue around the head. It seemed huge to her, in any case, nothing like Finn’s which she could completely surround with her tongue. This was like trying to lick a small apple. She played with her tongue all around the glans for a while, covering every inch. Then she ran down the length of the tail. It seemed even more gigantic to her, especially in comparison to the size of his head. The shaft was a landscape of ridges and veins, a taste of skin and salt and pure, potent masculinity. She continued like this, as if trying to fend off William’s next order.
William, still very calm, his imposing mass above Rachel now ordered her to suck him. “Enough playing. Open up.”
“I’m trying,” she whined, her voice small.
He told her if she was better at this game than Tina, Quinn and Emma Pillsbury. “Quinn gags. Tina cries. Pillsbury… she learned to love it.” He gripped her hair, not painfully, but with absolute control. “What’s Rachel Berry gonna do?”
William placed his large hand on her head, encompassing almost the entire side of her head. His thumb rested near her temple, his fingers splayed into her curls. Rachel opened her mouth as William pushed his cock inside. The little brunette had to spread her jaw as far as possible for the glans to enter. A sharp, stretching ache bloomed in her jaw hinges. The glans filled her mouth. Nothing to do with Finn’s cock which she had swallowed every time without any problem. This was an invasion, stretching her lips into a taut, burning ring. She could feel every millimeter of that broad crown.
William continued to push his cock inside and it wasn’t long before the thing reached the back of Rachel’s throat. Gllk. Her eyes watered instantly. It wasn’t just the length; it was the overwhelming girth, plugging her, stuffing her, making her nostrils flare for air.
William commented on what he was doing, telling Rachel that she could take more and more. “Relax your throat, little mouse. Take it. It’s just black cock. You wanted it.”
He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, a shallow thrust that still buried two more inches of throbbing flesh into her constricted throat. Ungh. A wet, choked sound escaped her. In her mouth, the colossus’ tail became bigger and stiffer. It seemed to swell with her heat, growing even more impossibly dense. Rachel tried to play with her tongue but it was blocked under William’s cock, pinned helplessly to the floor of her mouth.
William took it off for a few seconds then put it back on. Air, sharp and sweet, then back to the suffocating, salty fullness. Hah… Gllk.
Rachel felt her pussy wetting her panties. A fresh, hot gush of arousal seeped out, betraying her. The degradation, the sheer physical impossibility of him, the raw ownership in his hands—it lit her up from the inside. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary grind against nothing.
William began to growl, telling Rachel that he was going to explode soon. “Yeah… that’s it. Gag on it. Make it dirty. Gonna fill your slutty little throat.”
His hips began a relentless, shallow piston, fucking her face in short, brutal jabs. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Each impact jarred her skull, sending lines of spit and pre-cum dripping from the corners of her stretched lips. Her tears cut hot trails through her makeup.
William put his hand on the back of the little brunette’s head so she wouldn’t move back. He locked her in place, a human sheath for his pleasure. “Take it. Here it comes.”
His groin pressed flush against her lips. His whole body tensed. A low, animal grunt tore from his chest.
The first spurt was so powerful and so different from Finn’s ejaculation that Rachel was surprised. It wasn’t a weak pulse. It was a hot, viscous blast that hit the back of her throat with the force of a shot. Guh! She pulled her head back reflexively but William’s hand stopped her. His grip was iron.
She tried to swallow as best she could the flood of sperm that descended to the bottom of her throat. It was thick, copious, a salty-bitter torrent.
A second then a third jet followed the first. Spurt. Spurt. Each one filled her mouth more, flooding over her tongue. Too much cum that Rachel couldn’t swallow. The sperm came out of her mouth, all around the colossus’s cock, dripping down her chin, and flowing onto her black dress and onto her breasts. Thick, white ropes splattered against the black fabric, against her pale skin, a shocking contrast.
Cough. Splutter. She gagged, her body convulsing, but he held her there, milking himself into her until the last pulses faded.
Finally, he slid out of her ruined mouth with a wet pop.
Rachel collapsed forward onto her hands, drool and semen hanging from her lips in long, glistening strings. She gasped, hacking, her throat raw and burning. The taste of him dominated everything—her mouth, her sinuses, her mind.
William looked down at her, his monstrous cock glistening with her spit and his own release. He gave it a few lazy strokes, squeezing out the last drops onto her curled back.
“Not bad,” he said, his breathing only slightly elevated. He told her that it was only the beginning of the evening but that she had already shown good things. “Cleaned up nice. For a beginner.”
He stepped back, pulling his pants up over his hips, leaving them undone. He looked at her in the mirror—a small, crumpled figure on the floor, covered in the evidence of him. He nodded, as if satisfied with the picture.
“Rest up,” he said, his voice casual, cold. “The bed’s not for sleeping.”