Magnum Misery,
Or: The sad and sorry story of one Lincoln "The Log" Loud and the problems his perilously prodigious penis produced.
Lincoln Loud had a rather massive dick.
There really wasn't any other way to describe it; while the boy of (LEGAL IN YOUR JURISDICTION) was still in school (albeit in the later years) he had already achieved a length and girth that would satisfy any man's ego.
'The Log' (as others had named it, because naming body parts is incredibly silly even for one's own willy) was a thick, meaty eight inches long (twelve when erect) shaft with a girthy stalk littered with veins that would inflate into firm bumps to stimulate a woman's sensitive parts as they dragged alongside her most intimate walls. Said stalk gave way to an uncut crowning ridge that would easily pull at the insides of any lady who dared to allow it within her nethers and then finally;
The head.
It was a wide, round, positively bulbous pink thing that would effortlessly part a girls lower lips- and then thoroughly stretch them to accommodate the rest of his meat. At the very tip was an unusually large slit, seemingly weathered open by the abnormal volume of the sticky, vicious loads it easily imparted at the roof of a partners trembling interior.
Truly, it was the stuff of any even slightly penis favouring woman's fantasies.
Such a shame that reality and fantasy so rarely met and agreed.
"Hey Lincoln," Clyde McBride- sidling along with a few of Lincoln's other old friends from elementary school- clapped the other boy on the back in greeting. "Chemistry hunh?"
"Oh- um…" Lincoln dragged himself from his morose contemplation. "Yeah I guess…"
"Dude, are you thinking about the thing again?" Rusty took his seat across from him. "I keep telling you; you should be proud of that thing!"
Lincoln could barely repress his groan of frustration, knowing from experience just how pointless his rebuttal would be.
Rusty was 'blessed' with mediocrity where Lincoln was exceptional; and so far the young man had had one or two encounters with the opposite sex. Or at least two that could be verified to have happened outside of his own 'embellished' recounts.
From what Lincoln understood, while Rusty's first time had been the standard embarrassment for both sides that the loss of a man's 'purity' usually entailed his following encounters had gone increasingly well. His second partner had even become something of a regular visitor even if she steadfastly refused to be seen in public with the immature 'man'.
"I've gotta side with the Rustman on this one," Clyde settle next to Lincoln. "I don't know a single guy in school who wouldn't trade for The Log ™-"
"I told you not to call it that," Lincoln's eye twitched. "It's my dick. It doesn't have a name; it's just a dick."
And what a dick it was.
All of the student body was well aware that Lincoln Loud was easily the 'biggest' boy in school; even after the boy had taken to changing in the stalls for P.E. as his body started growing into itself there had been enough quick peeks and 'accidental' grasping of his white snake to confirm that there was something almost horrifically special hidden in his trousers.
But of course; while the fantasy of a young man suddenly finding himself subject to his schoolmates desires was something Lincoln could appreciate; he found himself reluctant to act upon this new attention. Certainly most would assume that a boy flooded with hormones would eagerly engorge himself upon the feast of girl flesh that was so willingly offered… but upon further reflection more than a few of those men would find themselves surprised about just who they would actually indulge themselves with if they had the 'pick of the litter' so to speak.
Sex is an intimate act, and while the pleasure is all well and good that kind of closeness is something that Lincoln simply wasn't comfortable having with just anyone. After all; if you wouldn't be comfortable hugging someone why would you be comfortable going further than that?
The truth of the matter was that thus far, only three young women had managed to wrangle the white worm, and each with varying degrees of 'success'.
Alas; not one of said incidents was something Lincoln would care to repeat.
"Well not all dicks are created equal," Clyde shrugged. "I know that there was some stuff that went on; but it's not like the bad outweighs the good right?"
Lincoln stared at his friend; his friend who in spite of certain stereotypes about his ethnicity bore a conservative manhood. Said manhood had been put to good use with a few of his female friends, apparently the 'motion of the ocean' was more than enough to make up for whatever shortcomings he had and recently he had even managed to engage himself in a long term relationship with a ginger girl he'd known for some time.
Lincoln was not so fortunate.
The first woman- girl really- who had ever seen his erect stalk was one Ronnie Anne Santiago.
At the time the two had been close friends* for years. The Asterisk was indicative of the unrealised potential of something more, something that had grown between them out of the childish affection that had been too immature to bloom into something more when they had still lived in the same city.
But as they grew older that Asterisk grew bigger- until it one day it was a question mark that Ronnie demanded an answer for.
It was a cool summer's day; Lincoln had come over to Ronnie's home for one of their now rare meet ups. However when he arrived at the city the boy had been 'persuaded' by a text message to instead meet his friend at her other friend's- one Sid Chang- apartment.
It turned out that Sid had already gone out with her family for something else; and that Ronnie had been asked to watch the apartment for the family.
It also turned out that that Ronnie Anne Santiago was not one to wait for an answer. Finding himself practically thrown upon Sid's bed Lincoln fumbled his way out of his clothing while Ronnie clumsily tossed off hers, the two unsure just how far they were going-
Until Ronnie saw exactly what Lincoln had between his legs.
The white top himself had already been mostly drawn in by Ronnie's own charms, but any discussion about waiting until they were ready for more - or just until they had a place more 'appropriate' to use- was out the window at that point.
So it was with semi-conflicted enthusiasm that Lincoln Loud and Ronnie Anne Santiago lost their virginities together upon her best friend's bed.
It was also there and then that the two discovered that Ronnie Anne Santiago had a shallow cervix.
Despite what some might claim; having any object thrust into the gate of one's womb is usually not a pleasurable experience. Rather for most women it is an experience that ranges from a dull uncomfortable sensation to something that could be best understood as the female equivalent of being struck in the testicles and all the stomach watering, radiating pain that accompanies it.
But Ronnie Anne Santiago was no quitter and she had planned out this special day with contingencies; so she pulled herself off the first three inches of Lincoln's battering ram and instead presented herself on all fours.
"Ronnie- are you sure this is a good idea?" Lincoln shivered- staring at the slightly bloody tip of his Impaler. He doubted that Ronnie would have still had a hymen given her active lifestyle, and if the organ made to take a penis had torn…. "I don't like hurting-"
"I-I can take it!" Ronnie asserted, looking over her shoulder at him with tears in her eyes. "There's no barriers up there- I think- so just make sure you lube it all up before you stick that thing in first!"
Alas; while Ronnie's insides were indeed deep enough for Lincoln's length- his absurd girth upon her virgin anus was like pitting a baby rabbit against a lawnmower.
It took two hours for Ronnie to finally stop bleeding.
The Changs returned after one.
The very (if not overtly) catholic Casagrandes arrived en masse shortly thereafter to confirm the report that the barely legal Ronnie had indeed engaged in both pre-martial and anal sex (or at least had attempted the latter) with her long time 'not boyfriend'.
His and Ronnie's friendship lost any Question Marks or Asterisks after that.
"Okay, so you and Ronnie Anne didn't work out; tough break I know," Clyde sighed. "But some things were just never meant to be you know?"
"Yeah; and you got with that hot Russian chick after right?" Rusty consoled. "That went great right?"
"…. Yeas, sure…" Lincoln winced in memory.
Becky had been one of Lori Loud's high school friends- though an American by birth her family had strong links to their homeland and she would occasionally show off her heritage by speaking her strangely musical first language (though for all Lincoln knew she could have fallen out of practice and was speaking hot nonsense). The night that she had come over wasn't too long after the 'incident' with Ronnie- and Lincoln was still very much hurting from the definitive end of something special over something stupid.
Lori had come over for some kind of celebration (maybe she had finally gotten Bobby to pop the question?) and taken out their parents for 'adult business'- so probably drinking since they could afford hangovers now that even Lily was in elementary school and Lincoln could drive if they couldn't. As the eldest sibling still living in the house, babysitting duty fell to Lincoln and so it was that the young man was left alone that night; watching some episodes of a supposedly good series that Clyde had recommended.
Honestly though; he wasn't taking it in. He had been morose ever since 'the incident' and nothing from his classes, to his semi-concerned friends or even the cold looks from his parents was getting through to him. The flashing lights of MidKnight's spectral foe was as empty and uninspiring as the rehashed plots that the soap-opera in spandex adaption itself; and Lincoln could not even find the slightest investment to grow disappointed in the realisation of one of his costumed heroes on screen.
It was only when he heard the front door creek open and saw not Lori and his parents having returned early from their night out that he found himself roused to any level of curiosity. For rather than the expected returnees it was Lori's old friend, well past the time she was supposed to have met them at this very house.
So far past in fact, that everyone but himself had already gone (or being pushed) to bed.
In hindsight; it was obvious that the older woman had had an ulterior motive.
"Heya Loudinski," the woman sidled up to him. "Long time no see."
"Hi Becky," the sluggish teen replied, barely stirring from the couch where he stared at the tv. "I think Lori left a while ago-"
"That's fine-" the red haired woman settled down next to him. "I was hoping to see you actually."
This caught the still sour boy's attention, and he looked at Becky properly. She had aged well from her high school years- still retaining her youthful looks while filling out more. What was new was that expression she had… some look that made him feel-
"Why?" He warily queried. "No offense- but we're not exactly close so…."
"Well I don't see why we can't be," Becky inched closer. "Lori's been telling me some things you know-"
"What kind of things?" Lincoln frowned. Lori hadn't taken 'the incident' well considering that Bobby's little sister had gotten hurt- so of course she blamed him.
"Oh nothing bad," Becky emphasised. "It's just that some 'details' came out that made me curious and-"
"I didn't make Ronnie do anything." He bluntly replied. "It just happened, and things didn't go well. I don't want to talk about it."
Becky hummed, then settled in closed- so that she her side was touching his. "Well sometimes talking can help- and it looks like you could use someone to talk to. I know Lori can be a bit much so maybe I can step in for while…"
Thing had progressed from there.
He honestly wasn't looking for anything like that; he was still sore about Ronnie after all.
But Becky had seemed nice and he really needed someone to talk to. And once he'd let his guard down she oh-so-helpfully told him that the best way to avoid something 'like that' happening again would be for someone more experienced to show him how to do it properly.
Again in hindsight her ulterior motive was obvious, and at the time Lincoln had still sort of known. But he had spent the previous week being both silently and loudly berated for his part in 'the incident' and a sympathetic ear without the constant giggling from his friends went a long way to plying his reservations into silence.
In the end Becky left with full knowledge of exactly what Lincoln had in his pants- and at least some satisfaction while Lincoln caught up on what he'd missed from his abortive first time.
"Yeah- you got with a hot redhead, you can't complain about that!" Rusty declared.
"I must concur; redheads are something special," Clyde sighed in memory of his own good times. "Plus she was an older woman- real prime vintage."
Lincoln didn't bother repressing his eye roll. The two clearly didn't understand and probably wouldn't any time soo-
"Hey guys!" His thoughts were interrupted again; this time by the sudden imposition of Stella at the table. The Filipina girl was another of Lincoln's old school friends- though he'd met her well after Clyde and Rusty, "watchya talking about?"
Lincoln shot Clyde a deadly look, and the other boy nodded.
Rusty Spoke however was as oblivious as always. "Lincoln's complaining about being too luck-"
"Is this about The Log!?" Stella interjected, excitement quickly consuming her tone. "I mean- only if you want to talk about it-"
"I don't." Lincoln tried to shut the conversation down before it could progress.
"How come it always comes down to this- it's like you don't even appreciate what you have!" Rusty complained, "If I had it…."
"It's just that we never really get into…"
"I really don't want to Stella." Lincoln sighed.
"And it was…"
Lincoln didn't bother responding again as the conversation started up without him, the final girl that he'd been with quickly babbling with his two other friends about their own stances on 'The Log'.
Stella had not been planned.
Granted; neither had been Becky or really Ronnie, but at least in the latter's case he had sort of expected it and Becky had been suspicious from the moment she walked in that night. But after their respective intercourses and aftermaths Lincoln had expected to continue with his previously sex-free status quo.
Indeed after all of the drama and questionable nature of the first and second times that he'd had sex- especially after Lori and then his parents found evidence of Becky's 'presence' Lincoln was quite happy to ignore any 'urges' he had for the opposite sex. After a while it seemed like it had never even happened- sure his relationship with Ronnie was cooler than before but they were still friends and Lori didn't come over enough for the new nasty looks she shot to really get to him.
Most of the time it was no different from when he had been a virgin- and he was perfectly happy with that. Rusty and Clyde could go about chasing girls and pretending they were scoring, Lincoln was satisfied his abstinence.
Unfortunately, while his new found appreciation of celibacy was firm; his old friends were less than convinced of his truthfulness. Indeed; thanks to Lori's own screaming fit and a certain pink former pageant princess's lose lips the fact that he'd not only slept with the old terror of Royal Woods Elementary and Lori's mature friend, but apparently had a penis genuinely the size of ruler had rapidly spread. Thus inflaming the pre-existing rumours to ludicrous heights.
Now according to common knowledge; Lincoln Loud was not merely the least impressive Loud sibling anymore, notable only for his white hair, gender and sheer lack of overwhelming talent. Now Lincoln Loud was the heir presumptive to his father's rumoured virility, the same male essence that seeded at least eleven children (more if the rumours about certain adventures from his term abroad were true) and whose innate intimate skill had been so puissant that upon each of her returns from the hospital and after every painful birth Rita Loud could only beg for more.
It was a mixed blessing.
On one hand the student body as whole seemed to have a new respect or him where before it had been sorely lacking.
On the other, decidedly more weighty hand…
Girls retreated at his presence, their stares boring into him with a strange anticipation. It confounded the boy until he realised where he recognised the looks, it was the same sort of expression he'd seen on beasts of prey before a Lion ripped into them on a nature documentary.
They were looking at him like he was a predator.
The boys on the other hand were more openly wary, like they were awaiting a challenge that would certainly never come from the relatively passive young man that Lincoln usually was.
Between the two Lincoln rapidly found himself isolated in the school, left only with his old friends as companions. For despite the expectation that he might be approached by some young lady for 'intimacy' or simply to confirm the rumours, even if there were interested parties (which Lincoln suspected there were) there was a certain expectation that a girl didn't simply come right over and ask for a ride after all.
And until someone confirmed or denied the rumour with personal experience, there was no way for them to know for certain either. For all the school really knew Lincoln actually possessed a micropenis and the entire thing was a sham; but no one stepped forward to call 'his bluff'
Instead there was a sort of quiet tension, all of the school was waiting for someone to make that first move, to set off that social avalanche that was building.
And in the end; it was Stella who broke that invisible line.
He couldn't say that he was expecting it; as far as Lincoln and his friends were concerned Stella had been more or less one of the boys since before they really even gotten into puberty. Really, beyond the standard fantasies any young man would have when their hormones were so full to the brim that a stiff breeze could bring their little solider to attention, Stella's female nature was a side note buried under years of friendship, occasional rivalry (for Stella was actually quite competitive when it came to video games) and general platonic interactions.
So when he was invited over to her house 'for study' he had little reason to assume that there was anything else to be suspicious about. Even when he arrived and not only were the other guys no where to be seen but her parents were apparently 'out on business' he took it at face value, since Stella didn't (usually) lie anyway.
Even when she lead him to her room rather than just staying in the kitchen, the young man failed to put it together.
It was only when she practically pushed him into her suspiciously shady room- made so by the completely drawn curtains that some recognition of the new pattern of nonsense tickled his consciousness. The half light still breaking through her curtain illuminated Stella's reddening face as she paced over to bed with a nervous energy.
Lincoln felt his stomach drop a bit as he noticed she was visibly sweating, and she sat with clutched hands.
"… The others aren't coming are they Stella?"
Stella slowly shook her head. "No I- I need to know something and I- they wouldn't be good for this."
"Why?" He heard himself ask, feeling a sense of dreamlike disconnect come over him
Stella's face reddened, and her hands twisted together; "there's a lot of stuff being said around the school you know."
"I know," a short answer, he really should have said more.
"Then is it true!?" She stumbled up with her… nervousness? Excitement? "Did you really sleep with those girls?"
"… I don't think I should-"
"This is important!" Her voice came out a squeak, and she flushed a little more. "I-I promise it's important but I need to know!"
"Why-"
"Just tell me!"
Lincoln tried to examine his old friend, but all he could get out of her face was an uncertain nervousness. Honestly he just wanted to leave, but Stella never acted like this.
"If I tell you; will you keep to yourself?" He finally asked. "It's not just me who-"
"YES!" She blurted. "I mean; yes. I just need to know."
He sighed and let it slip; "yes. I had sex. I did it with Ronnie Anne and Lori's friend."
Stella nodded with pale lips, and paced for a moment.
"Are you going to tell why you set this up?" He dryly asked. "I don't think you did all this just to find out-"
She turned on him and blurted out what he both somehow expected and never thought he'd hear from her lips;
"Do it with me too!"
It turned out that Stella wanted to try sex herself; but she never had anyone she both felt comfortable to do it with and that she thought could 'teach her'. Lincoln now apparently qualified thanks to his purported 'experience'.
She didn't actually want a relationship as he might have expected- just someone to show her the ropes and (hopefully) a good time.
Not wanting to endanger their friendship and still somewhat salty about what sex had already brought him he initially declined, but the utterly crushed expression the girl had worn quickly melted his resolve. It clearly took a lot for her to work up the courage to ask him for it and honestly; if anything good could come of the whole debacle then maybe what he'd learnt to do with Becky and what not to do with Ronnie would be worthwhile after all.
This was easily the worst decision he could have made.
The first steps were as expected, Stella was nervous and obviously had no idea what she was doing. But Becky's advice about working the girl up for a good while before penetration worked as expected; though the metaphor of filling a gas tank with continuous motions and effort for a woman's pleasure rather than simply lighting a fuse for nigh guaranteed success for a man's may or may not have been appropriate it certainly was effective.
In the end it wasn't so far removed from giving a massage, simply imagining what might effective for him and then following the quiet (or not so so quiet) reactions of his partner to learn what was effective for her. It turned out that Stella's sensitive spots were around her neck and her upper thighs.
The initial penetration was probably as ideal as they could have made it; he'd spent a good half an hour working Stella up with all the skills he could muster and her naughty bits were well and truly juicy when he'd leveled himself at her opening. Of course his size was intimidating for his friend, who had previously been following rumours that it was a 'mere' eight inches, but thanks to their extensive preparation she felt as ready as she could be.
A shame about the blood; but not every girl is an athlete after all. For her part Stella apparently barely felt anything beyond a sharp pinch, so at least the nasty flow dying his pubic hair was only for show.
The real problem was that with his sheer size it was difficult to progress past the first inch before Stella had to stop. Even slowly pushing was too much, as the thick 'log' (as Stella dubbed it) apparently felt like trying to poop a solid water bottle in reverse.
So instead they settled on a new positions, Lincoln on the bottom and Stella guiding it in as she felt comfortable- which was good if for no other reason than holding himself practically hovering over the girl had passed uncomfortable a while ago. So Stella stood half crouched over him, nude and glistening; it was an erotic sight only marred by the bloody trails down her thighs.
And then she eased herself down.
Honestly it was actually kind of funny. Once she sank down a bit she had to stop, and then as she went in further (which did feel as nice as one would expect) she had to start breathing out. Forming a rhythm of taking in an inch, and letting out a breath before stopping to take a new one. She sounded a bit like a big squeaky toy being squeezed, the thought of which drew a quick snicker from his lips and an equally quick smack from the less than pleased Stella.
She finally bottomed out at around nine or ten inches, which left a good chunk of himself outside but was still easily more than Becky and certainly Ronnie had been able to take. They sat there, just breathing and feeling for a good minute.
Her insides were warm and welcoming, and the interior muscles twitched and massaged him in a way that he'd only really felt with Becky (Ronnie's inner walls only being a brief acquaintance). But Stella hadn't come to just stick it in and call it a day;
She had come to fuck, and fucking is what she did. It wasn't exactly elegant or well aimed; considering that Stella was freshly deflowered, and Lincoln little better; but with a veritable battering ram it was hard to miss any of her sensitive spots and Lincoln had paid enough attention with Becky to know that at least touching around the clitoris would go a long way to giving Stella a good time.
And a good time is exactly what she had.
Despite her recent virginity it turned out that Stella's lower bits adapted well to his size, and the fact that she could control exactly how deep he went ensured that any sharp thrusts to the less pleasurable roof of her naughty bits were kept a minimum. Lincoln himself had a decent natural stamina on him, so he didn't simply go soft a few minutes in and leave her worked up and wanting; so it was with decent ease Stella shuddered her way into her first multi-person orgasm- Lincoln just moments behind.
She fell forward and let her sweaty, flushed and naked chest rest upon his. They were still connected down there so it was a bit awkward and would surely cramp if they stayed in that position, but she didn't seem to mind as endorphins rushed through her system.
"Heh, hoooo…." She breathed. "That was nice."
"You know; it sure was." Lincoln felt a little bubble of happiness rise up. It was first time he'd brought his partner to a proper climax, and it was the first time that something hadn't gone drastically wrong- or worse felt wrong. He hesitated for a moment before drawing his arms around her- normal rules about appropriate hugging probably didn't apply when the girl was hugging you with her insides already. "So; a good first time?"
"Mmmmhmmm," Stella nodded, then looked up at him with big eyes. "Hey, you're still kinda stiff aren't you?"
Lincoln absently nodded; he wasn't yet so experienced that being inside a woman wouldn't bring him back to full mast almost immediately.
"… You wanna go for round two?"
Lincoln spied a look at the clock; they had time and much to his surprise he didn't feel bad at the idea of sleeping with Stella again. But….
"Do you have another condom?"
Stella pursed her lips and looked away. "Do you? I mean you already-"
"They weren't planned," Lincoln cut her off. "This is new to me too."
Stella sighed, "well maybe we could just use the one we've got now-"
She pulled herself up- and promptly slipped off, the condom gracelessly rising with her to dispel a viscous white rain upon Lincoln's genitals. Staring down at the mess she could only sheepishly fish the stretched thing out from between her lower lips. "… There's always Plan B?"
Indulging her again turned out to be a poor decision. Certainly the difference of flesh upon flesh was an enjoyable upgrade from the comparative dulling of sensation that the metaphorical rubber glove of a condom inflicted. However what was not necessarily an upgrade was finding out first hand that a woman doesn't necessarily find herself satisfied with one or two orgasms.
As for all the drawbacks it might offer in comparison to the seemingly simple male reproductive system, female genitals generally come with the capacity to enjoy many orgasms in a row, depending upon the attached woman finding the right tool for the job of course. And upon having reliably found a source for said orgasms she may just be loath to give it up.
Thus it was that Lincoln Loud was convinced a combination of asking, pleading, wheedling and eventually flat out badgering to remain in Stella's house for far longer than he would have cared for.
Longer than her parents would have cared for as well for that matter.
"… So yeah; I don't get why…"
Lincoln blinked as he turned back in, Stella still apparently babbling about the same nonsense Rusty and Clyde were prone to. It was a true shame; since their 'encounter' (that had ended with Lincoln forced to rapidly run into the night utterly starkers, and still being grounded for a month as Stella's parents were obviously well acquainted with his own) his friend had apparently had little else on her mind.
Before their coupling Stella had been happy to simply talk about almost anything vaguely interesting or just hang out as friends. Now…
The self proclaimed 'size queen' had only one thing on her mind, at least when it came to him. Never mind that his family thought he was some kind of lecher now, and her parents hated him. It was a bit like some switch had been flipped; and while it was more than a little gratifying at first- the fact that it was all she really cared about with him now and that she seemed to resent him a little for refusing to do it again after all the heat that fallen upon them both was a more than slightly disheartening.
It was like his old friend had swapped out one day for a stranger with her face- and he was very much missing the previous model.
"Hey!" Clyde snapped his finger out in front of his eyes, rousing the white haired boy once more. "The bell's rang, we need to go or Ms Martel is going to be really mad!"
"Oh just let him stay if he wants," Rusty grabbed his bag. A quick glance around revealed that Stella had already left. "Casanova here can complain about his good luck on his own."
And like that Rusty departed, Clyde shrugging before following him.
Lincoln sighed and stood himself, wishing for a moment that his hair wasn't quite so obvious.
All around him milled his fellow students. Some were girls giving him a wide berth, fearful of the reputable pervert. Others looked a bit friendlier but emitted a sense of danger to them, and he knew better than to get close.
The boys were a mix, the ones with girlfriends stared at him in challenge, and a few still healing bruises reminded Lincoln that simply getting in range would be enough to provoke them. The rest simply looked away snickering at something or gazed upon him in envy.
As for Lincoln himself; all he could do was try to weave his way through, hoping not to call anymore attention to himself until he could get to his math class. There the young man could at least rely on his friends to distract him before he had to go home to a family quite certain that he was the worst sort of pervert, and maybe video talk with another old friend who he was no longer allowed to speak with privately.
A/N:
The Log ™ meme is hilarious; as is most fiction describing men with foot long penises with fist sized heads attached to said penises. The average vagina is apparently only 10-13 cm deep, or roughly ending around the same height as the woman's Belly button. That's around five inches- and while most can stretch said depth to an extent- there is a hard limit of how far it can stretch (approximately eight inches at most) because there are organs that need the space beyond the uterus.
At some point; Lincoln would at best have to concentrate on making sure he only thrusts in one third to one fourth of his penis into his partner or have to give up that kind of intimacy entirely for fear of hurting her. This is also the first bit of semi-proper smut that I've written, so I hope it was done well enough.
This was ultimately just a little something while I work on regaining all that was lost thanks to my own incident. Hopefully it scratches that content itch while I get back up on my feet. If you spot any errors, please let me know.
