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Daft Davie
by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)

***

Davie is the local "idiot", well liked but mentally 
underdeveloped. Only when Heather discovers that his 
mental development may be stunted but his physical 
growth isn't, she persuade her husband to help her 
seduce him. (MMF, 1st, bi, oral, voy, swing)

***

Heather looked good and I still worshipped the ground 
she walked on despite 6 years of marriage. At 26, I 
still looked good too and even though I say it myself, 
we were a handsome couple. There was still certain a 
girlish quality to Heather. Her slight frame coupled 
with a generous bust and long, lovely legs made guys 
turn around when she walked past. She would smile when 
they whistled, throw her long, blonde hair back and 
look over her shoulder as if to say, "Come and get me!"

I just loved it when she flirted and, though we still 
fucked regularly, my desire to see her having some of 
these guys had been fulfilled a couple of times during 
our six years; actually three times, and all in the 
last three years. I had played little part in each of 
the sessions though I had fucked her brains out when 
the guys had gone. All had been met on the internet and 
all had bigger cocks than me.

It was only by promising her big cocks that I managed 
to get her to go along with the idea in the first 
place. Heather didn't care what the guys looked like or 
how old they were, just that the bigger the cock, the 
better for her. In fact none of the guys were dogs. Two 
were in their twenties and one was late thirties. One 
of the twenty-somethings was a little stocky but he 
hadn't lied when he said his cock was at least nine 
inches long. I watched and took come pictures for 
wanking fodder over the following months.

We hadn't done much since the big-cock guy, though 
Heather had said she was ready to be filled again. 
Despite much searching, there were a lot of time-
wasters out there and quite a lot of liars too. I 
always asked for a cock picture and some guys' ideas of 
big were not ours. I mean I had over seven inches so 
there was little point in offering up my delicious wife 
for less than that! It might sound mercenary but that 
was our deal. She would let guys come and fuck her for 
me to watch as long as they were well blessed.

We had had a quiet week socially and all both of us had 
done was work, go home, watch telly and sleep. We had 
fucked on Wednesday night and talked about the big hunk 
I was going to find soon. That brought her to a howling 
orgasm! When Saturday came, I suggested we go for some 
pasta and then head for the local pub karaoke night 
afterwards. Not the height of social intercourse but it 
would get us out of the house. 

The pasta was great, as was the Pinot Grigio and it was 
a merry couple who walked arm in arm to the Whitehouse 
Inn, our local hostelry. The dulcet tones of white 
skinned, patchy redhaired (badly dyed), pimply, Diana 
Ross wannabe wafted, off key, out of the entrance 
singing "Do You Know Where You're Going To," which 
sadly, she didn't!

Heather, as always, had heads turning when she entered. 
Unlike many of the wives and girlfriends, she looked 
really good without tarting herself up in makeup. We 
grabbed a table and were joined by Sheila and Matt from 
near where we stayed. With the noise of the music, 
conversation wasn't going to be a major part of the 
evening anyway. Heather and I did our Sonny and Cher 
("I Got You Babe") sometime after the fifth drink and 
Matt tried his hand at "Moon River," shortly after. We 
were in fine spirits and started shouting back and 
forth above the din.

A voice wafted from the stage singing "Streets of 
London" in perfect pitch.

"Bloody Hell he's good," said Sheila looking up.

On stage was Davie, Daft Davie to all who knew him. 
Davie was well known in the area. He was around 27 and 
should have been a fine looking man. Actually he was a 
fine looking man, but something had left him thinking 
like an 11 year old. That's when he stopped developing 
mentally. 

He stood around 6 feet tall, was a quite thin, had 
yellow, blonde hair which was wild and receding 
slightly at the front and wire glasses which added to 
his geeky status. Everyone liked Davie as he was 
completely harmless and he frequently made himself 
useful doing errands and sometimes even a bit of 
gardening within the attention limits expected of an 
"11 year old."

I had never heard him sing but he was bloody good. 
There was no sign of his clumsy, embarrassed way, no 
sign of his limited vocabulary, and no lack of 
confidence. However, when the song finished and we all 
applauded, he almost shrivelled back into the Davie we 
all knew. He went back up to the bar to sit and sipped 
on his pint. People spoke to Davie but no one really 
held a conversation with him beyond, "How are you," or 
"How's your Mum," with whom he lived?

Around thirty minutes later, I went to the toilet and 
when I entered, Davie was standing at the urinal. He 
looked up with a slightly embarrassed look and smiled 
when he recognised me.

"Hi Davie, how's things," I chided?

"Fine Mr Steve," he said his habit of calling everyone 
by their Christian name.

We drifted into silence as men do when standing 
alongside each other with their dicks out. I don't know 
what made me look along at him but when I did and did a 
double take. Daft Davie was standing with a soft cock 
in his hand which had to be over six inches long. There 
was more though, its thickness was like a large 
cucumber. 

He caught me looking and smiled, looking down at my 
cock as he did so. That didn't bother me until I saw 
him really stare. I looked down and realised I had 
started to grow for some reason and my cock was almost 
up to its full seven and a half inches. I was about to 
put it away when I looked back at Davie again and 
though I couldn't fully make it out, his growing cock 
was already close to ten, thick inches. 

"You look horny Davie," I said.

He flushed and quickly struggled to push the monster 
back into his jogging bottoms. When he walked out the 
protrusion was enormous and he had to keep pulling it 
upwards to stop it looking too obvious as he headed to 
the bar.

"You're joking," said Heather when I quietly told her 
back in the bar?

"The size and thickness of my arm from wrist to elbow," 
I said.

"Fucking Hell, that must be one of the biggest on the 
planet," she said.

"Maybe not the planet but possibly the biggest I'll 
ever see," I replied.

There was silence from Heather for almost fifteen 
minutes as we continued to watch the singers. She 
leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I wonder 
what it would feel like inside me?"

"It's Daft Davie, Heather, nobody wants it," I said. 
"It would be like having a kid."

"A kid with a foot long cock," she replied before 
turning back to chat to our friends.

Davie was standing over at the bar as we spoke, and our 
friends turned away, preoccupied with the latest 
rendering of "Mac the Knife" from a Co-op van driver so 
they were well out of earshot.

"He's not ugly," continued Heather.

"It's nothing to do with being ugly it's just his 
complete manner let alone what his personal hygiene 
might be like." I continued on a roll now. "Just 
imagine taking his big cock in your hand and he pulls 
back the foreskin to reveal enough cream cheese to 
cover a cracker."

"Don't be disgusting," she replied, "I'll shower him 
before we start.

"Heather, stop this now. I'll find you another real 
man," I said firmly!

"With a foot long cock the size of your forearm?" she 
asked.

I smiled and changed the subject.

That night in bed, Heather went over the scenario in 
the toilet again and again.

"Would you have touched it?" she asked.

"No I wouldn't," I said.

"Imagine handling that enormous brute and holding it as 
you guide him into me. With his mental age, it will be 
having a massively endowed virgin. Don't you think at 
his age the poor lad needs some fun?"

She wasn't giving up.

"Remember, he got hard looking at my cock," I said to 
her, "maybe he's gay."

"Oh goody," she said, "you can take his cock up your 
arse."

"You're fucking joking," I said.

"I figure that poor lad just wants sex, any sex. His 
brain might be underage but his body isn't," she said.

Two days onwards and when I got home from work Heather 
announced that we were getting help to mow the lawn.

"I'll do it," I said, "There's no need to get some 
local lad to do it. We can save the ten pounds."

"Actually Dave's mother said she would be happy to send 
him round as it keeps him occupied. He's good at grass 
cutting apparently."

"Oh no Heather, you're not going to seduce him?"

"I won't force anything; let's just see how it rolls."

Saturday afternoon was warm and sunny. Our lawn did NOT 
need cut. Davie arrived in his jogging bottoms and 
Manchester United football top and looked quite cheery. 
Heather was in control as I was quite concerned about 
where this would go.

"His Davie, come in. Steve went and cut the grass, not 
knowing you were coming round so it doesn't need done 
now."

"Why don't you just do some weeding and then stay for 
some drinks and a snack and we'll pay you anyway."

He smiled and nodded.

"Are you allowed beer?" she asked.

"Yes, I like beer," he said.

"Well you do a little work and we'll give you a beer as 
long as you don't tell your mum I got you drunk."

He smiled and headed off to weed. He was quite good in 
the garden within limitations so she let him work away 
in the sun to "work up a sweat," as she said!

"You must be hot Davie, do you want to stop now?!" 
Heather shouted.

"O.K. Mrs. Steve," he replied, downing the hoe and 
walking towards us.

"Look at that cock sway back and forth in his track 
suit bottoms," said Heather.

I was no expert in men's crotches but there was 
definite meat swinging in there. I was terrified we 
were going to scare the living daylights out of this 
poor lad.

She poured him a glass of lager and we each had some 
wine.

As I watched, him I realised Heather was right. Just 
sitting here on the couch, he looked like a professor 
of some sort. He was quite attractive; it was just his 
body language and manner and the knowledge that it was 
impossible to hold a conversation that made him unsexy.

She wasn't giving up though.

"You must be hot and I can't have you going home all 
sweaty Davie, so why don't you have a shower here. 
Steve is about to have one so he can show you how it 
works.

"I am?" I said.

"You are," said Heather. "It would embarrass Davie if I 
went along and took all my clothes off to shower now 
wouldn't it?"

Davie blushed.

"Just leave your things outside Davie and I'll air 
them. There are towels inside the wet room," said 
Heather, still leaving me confused with her plan.

As soon as he was inside, she told me to strip to my 
briefs and go in as if to shave then make some excuse 
to strip naked and shower before he left the room. "If 
he got hard seeing a naked man last time, and wasn't 
embarrassed then he is unlikely to feel too bad today. 
I need him excited before I can make a move."

Davie was about 5 minutes into his shower and I did as 
I was asked. My cock was already hard, partly because 
of the full seduction thing and partly because Heather 
had been stroking me and telling me how wet she was. 
She had showered and cleaned herself before he arrived 
so had obviously been doing a little warm-up on her 
own.

Davie didn't see me walk in. The wet room was open plan 
so no shower door, and Davie was soaping his hair his 
cock was hanging semi erect between his legs, obviously 
excited by the warm shower.

"I need to shave Davie, is that O.K?" I said.

"Um, yes Mr Steve."

"Would you like me to help you wash, maybe your back?" 
I asked.

"Can you do my bottom bit of back please, I can't ever 
reach there?" he said.

I stripped off my briefs in front of him realising I 
was still quite hard and he looked, his eyes forming 
big circles.

"You've got a stiffie," he said.

"So I have, I don't know why," I replied.

I started to soap his back down to the top of his 
buttocks keeping carefully away from his arse but 
allowed my hand down to the top of his legs and in 
between for a few fleeting seconds.

"That's tickly," he said.

"Tickly nice or tickly bad?" I asked.

"It's making me go stiffy now," he said.

"Let me see?" I asked.

"I'm not supposed to," he said.

"But look at me," as I pointed at my stiff erection.

He turned to look and something resembling a white, 
policeman's truncheon, stood almost horizontally out 
from him. It couldn't stand straight due to the sheer 
size. I had seen cocks like this on the internet but 
always assumed they were fakes. I couldn't judge easily 
but it had to be 12 long inches and easily the 
thickness of my wrist. I seriously doubted Heather's 
ability to accept this if she got it. I gripped it in 
my hand and it jumped. So did I as this was all new to 
me and I was amazed at the thrill of doing it. I had an 
urge to suck it but realised I would have to go easy.

"That's really nice Mr. Steve," he said as his hand 
gripped mine.

"Hi boys," said Heather, now standing at the open wet 
room door.

"Isn't Davie's stiffie really nice," I said, trying to 
be matter of fact. 

"Oh Davie it's beautiful, can I see it outside in the 
room, please?" she asked in a similar way.

Davie shrugged his shoulders and said, "I need to dry 
first Mrs. Steve."

"O.K. Davie," we said in unison and waited.

If we hadn't known Davie, he would not be considered 
attractive in that his body language was gauche and 
clumsy, but looking at him coldly as a stranger, which 
was easier to do now that he was naked, you could see 
he was actually a fine looking guy. 

He was well built both in body and in the swinging, 
heavy chunk of meat heading towards us from the 
bedroom. His walk was ungainly and he just stood in 
front of Heather, she stripped off and stood in just a 
pair of white, almost transparent panties. Davie's eyes 
were on stalks and his cock was slowly rising again. As 
for mine, it hadn't gone down from the first encounter.

Heather took his hand and placed it in her breast. 
Davie took a sharp intake of breath as he fingered her 
erect nipple. She pulled the giant guy towards her and 
pushed his head to the same nipple asking him to suck. 
After an initial yelp from Heather, she managed to show 
him what she meant. 

"Is that good?" she asked him.

"Yes Mrs. Steve," he replied.

I stood back and left this to Heather. I was being 
turned on just watching so just nursed my achingly 
stiff cock. She pulled him down on to her. He looked 
enormous on top of my little Heather. His big cock was 
pushed down between her legs and bent back obscenely so 
that it faced in my direction. The foreskin had slid 
back and the enormous head was moist with pre-cum and 
looked as though it was winking at me. Heather was 
warming up. 

She gripped his head and pulled it to her face, kissing 
him. I could see he wasn't quite sure what to do and it 
took a few moments guidance before his open mouth was 
over hers. I just couldn't get over the size difference 
in the two bodies lying before me.

I stretched forward and gently took hold of his cock. 
He jumped a little and looked around at me.

"I'm just going to make you feel good Davie," I said as 
I rubbed his foreskin back and forward over the head of 
his cock.

He rolled on to his back taking Heather over until she 
was on top of him. Heather slid down and took his cock 
in her hand as he watched her. She put her mouth over 
the head and, stretching as best she could, managed to 
swallow about one third of the entire beast.

"What are you doing to my thingy, Mrs. Steve?" he 
asked.

They say you shouldn't answer a question with a 
question but Heather's reply was, "Does what I'm doing 
feel good?"

"Oh yes but it's not nice to put it in your mouth," he 
said.

"Should I stop then Davie?"

"If you don't mind Mrs Steve, then I suppose I don't," 
he replied, his cock looking as hard as it was ever 
going to get.

"Why don't you do it to me too Davie?" she asked.

"What?!" he said.

Heather slipped up his entire body and without a single 
word, plonked her open cunt straight on his mouth. Poor 
Davie's attempts to ask what he should do sounded more 
like, "Mmpph," than anything else.

I had to assume he was doing something right as Heather 
started to whimper. "Push your tongue in Davie, please. 
Oh that's it, oh my God that's it."

I crawled on to the bed carefully and took Davie's hard 
cock in my hand. I wanted to feel what it would be like 
to suck a cock, especially one this size and this was 
probably going to be one of my few chances. Like 
Heather, I struggled to get my mouth over him. 

As my mouth pushed gently as far as I could go, he 
started thrusting into my mouth. I hoped he wasn't 
going to cum as I had no idea what I would do with a 
gallon of man seed in my mouth. Heather sucked me off 
but always spat out and the idea of having another 
man's cum in my mouth did not appeal. Luckily he was 
just thrusting in an automatic way.

The feeling of hard flesh filling my mouth was very 
erotic. It was like nothing I had ever felt before and 
at that moment; I knew I would enjoy doing it again. 
Heather watched me and winked her approval. With her go 
ahead, I gripped it more firmly and quickly developed a 
technique for sucking. Sliding his foreskin back in my 
mouth and slurping over the head. The liquid coming out 
was slightly salty but not unpleasant.

"Oh Mr. Steve, I'm going to get the tingle," he said.

I stopped quickly as I knew what would ensue on the 
back of the "tingle."

"Let us show you a new way to tingle Davie," I said, 
taking a condom from the drawer.

Davie looked down at me as he lay on the bed, his hands 
behind his head and Heather kneeling to his side. The 
condom took some extra stretching to cover this beast 
and would not pull all the way to the base but his cock 
increased in hardness even more with the latex gripping 
it firmly. When I took my hand away, it stood upright 
like a telegraph pole. 

Heather moved to straddle him and gently lowered 
herself on to the pole. I kneeled to watch the entry at 
close quarters, gently stroking my own cock which was 
desperate to cum. It took a number of attempts before 
his cock was inside Heather while Davie looked on 
quizzically.

Heather started to ride him up and down and I took my 
digital camera to record the event. It took Heather a 
few attempts, as wet as she was, to take all of Davie 
inside her but once she managed she started to ride up 
and down on his prone body. As she rode he kept gasping 
little "Oh's" with each downward stroke. Heather had an 
almighty orgasm but Davie's technique was such that he 
gave her little time to bask in it as he continued to 
hammer into her without any regard for much but his own 
impending climax.

Without any warning, he suddenly took control. He 
rolled Heather on to her back, pulled her legs wide and 
re-entered her quite forcefully before starting to 
hammer into her. Heather's yelps as his massive cock 
lunged into her body could have been interpreted as 
pain but I knew otherwise. This was a totally different 
Davie from the shy, immature and coy young man we knew. 
He was holding her legs apart and his mouth wrapped 
around one of her tits as he fucked her. 

He was talking as he fucked but the words made little 
sense. They were just beginnings of sentences such as, 
"Oh that's good Mrs. Steve, it's just like..." and "It 
tickles more than usual," before drifting back into 
mumbles.

I was stroking my cock with my right hand and stroking 
his cock and balls as it entered Heather, with my 
other. The feeling of a hard male member penetrating my 
loved one was almost too much to bear so I was happy 
when Davie's speed increased and his thrusting became 
very urgent. I actually felt his cum forcing its way up 
his pole and into Heather as my fingers gripped it. 
There were about five spurts, each accompanied by a 
forceful thrust from Davie and a grunt from Heather.

Once he had slowed to a stop, he pulled his length of 
flesh out of her almost as though she was giving birth. 
The condom sac drooped at the end with a volumous 
quantity of white seed, making it sag at the end of his 
cock. My ejaculation came quickly and I sprayed over 
part of his back and Heather's chest reaching up as far 
as her lower lip. She smiled and licked it off.

Davie collapsed on to his back, breathing heavily, his 
dwindling cock still an awesome size, lying down over 
his balls. "What happened?" he asked in all innocence.

"You just fucked your first woman and came inside her," 
I said.

"It was amazing," he said. "Can I come back please?"

"Yes you can Davie, and we'll show you how to do it 
properly but this must be our secret as you're not 
meant to do this with someone else's wife. We think 
you're special and that's why we let you do it but you 
must not tell anyone."

Well Davie didn't tell anyone and he DID come back and 
developed an amazing technique with Heather's help. We 
got to fucking Heather in turn which really turned her 
on. The real bonus was the change in Davie's confidence 
and he started to take more pride in how he looked and 
in his personal care. Davie met a young lady about a 
year later and never quite seemed so "daft" after that.

Perhaps our counselling technique isn't in the guide 
books but it certainly seemed to work and we have 
enjoyed the research.


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