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Stranded Pt. 01

By: Diana Retnuhvek



A special thanks to Jackbro for contributing to this wicked tale...

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Chapter 1

Jake Gibbons had never driven in anything like this.

The rain would not relent, pouring down so hard on his windshield he thought it might cave in. This was a deluge, and Interstate 80 became harder and harder to see in the darkness.

"God dammit," the tired motorist mumbled to himself, "this is unbelievable."

Home was only an hour away, but he feared he might end up in a ditch on the side of the road if he kept driving.

He squinted as hard as he could to maintain focus on the road ahead of him, the yellow dividing line his only friend right now.

Mile signs kept coming up, one after the other, and they served as some comfort that Jake was getting closer to his destination, and further away from this awful storm.

Thunder boomed in the distance, and the rain was coming down even harder. He didn't like to put the windshield wipers at full speed, but in this case they couldn't go fast enough. 

The mile 38 sign came up - 40 miles from home, he realized.

He had turned the radio off earlier to block out any distractions, but he couldn't help but turn it right back on again, trying to get his mind off the worst storm he had ever driven in.

"It's not supposed to rain like this in California," he said to himself.

He flicked the radio on, and immediately there was talk of the 49ers' miraculous win in the NFC Championship Game that day, a game Jake had to miss because of this very business trip.

The niners fan thought of Dwight Clark hauling in the game-winning catch, the recount of the game making it sound like he had jumped 20 feet in the air to bring it in. 

"Sucks I missed that," he said to himself.

But poor Jake did not want to start 1982 by crashing his station wagon into a tree, so again, he focused hard.

The radio went back off again. Can't listen to that right now. Just 30 miles from home.

Suddenly, as if by magic, the rain let up, reduced to a drizzle, and Jake had a clear path home to see his beautiful wife, Bonnie. 

Her soft, long brown hair, her big brown eyes, her lovely breasts, pushing against that tight white niners t-shirt Jake bought her for Christmas this year.

But then, his happy thoughts were interrupted. 

Glug, glug, glug.

Was it?

It couldn't be.

Glug, glug, glug.

No way.

The car tilted to one side. The back felt lower than the front.

Glug, glug, glug.

"No fucking way," he mumbled in disgust.

Jake pulled over to the side of the deserted road. Ironically, it had stopped raining, but upon examining the rear driver's side tire, poor Jake saw he had a flat.

No spare in his trunk. Nobody around. No house or business in sight.

Chapter 2

All he could do was keep walking.

There has to be a gas station coming up soon.

Jake wasn't very familiar with Interstate 80. It just seemed like a long, dark road surrounded by nothing but trees and fields.

He thought of jogging to speed things up, but was too tired. It had been such a long day, and now his journey was taking him deep into the night. It was 10:30. Bonnie was expecting him home by 8.

He remembered his track days in college. He used to be able to run five miles a day back then. But 10 years and a lot of beers later, he would have to settle to walk, not jog, the deserted highway.

He kept looking at his watch. It was now 11.

He saw a curve up ahead. It seemed a long ways away. Maybe something was around that curve. A house, a person, a car, any sign of life!

All he needed was to get to a phone. Jake just wanted to call whatever local mechanic there was, get the car towed and take a cab home. But there was still no phone in sight.

Here it comes. The curve. Jake really didn't want to make it around the curve and just see more empty highway. There has to be a gas station up ahead.

He jogged out of anticipation.

Finally, up ahead, he saw a lighted building. Off the road a bit. He couldn't tell if it was a business or a home, but it was something.

Jake kept jogging. He never felt in better shape all of a sudden. The thrill of getting home gave him new life.

He soon realized that it was not a home. It was a mansion. He counted the windows on the second floor - must be 10 bedrooms he thought to himself.

It was almost midnight, but he had to hope someone was up.

He walked up the long, gravel driveway and calmly knocked on the fancy front door.

He knocked again.

Dammit, somebody answer, he thought.

And then Jake heard someone unlocking the door, turning the knob, and all of a sudden there was a beautiful woman right in front of him.

"Howdy stranger," she said, dressed in an elegant gown and holding a glass of what looked like champagne.

"Uh, hi," he stammered, "I am so sorry to bother you, especially this late, but my car broke down up the road, and was hoping I could use your phone."

"Oh of course, sweetie," she said, "you seem harmless enough."

She welcomed him in very politely, and the woman soon went on about the formal party she had just thrown for about 20 or so guests.

"I'm Dawn McKenzie," she said, shaking his hand. "You might of heard of my former husband, Reginald Rooland, oil tycoon?"

Jake never heard of him, but pretended he did. Some rich oil guy. The two had moved to California, eventually got divorced, and the wife got the house in the settlement.

Pretty sweet deal. But she was as smart as she was stunning. The buxom brunette was a wiz in a business of her own, and intent on building it up as big as she could. 

She owned a clothing line, and the dress she was wearing was evidence of her excellent taste. Jake just knew it was low-cut, red, and it showed off her great legs.

When the two sat down on the sofa in the family room, Dawn crossed one leg over the other, her thighs practically right in Jake's face.

He had to pull his eyes away from those stocking-clad beauties and go about dialing the phone. Dawn gave him the number of a local mechanic, but informed him he would probably not be around. She was so kind she offered him a room for the night.

Jake tried the mechanic, but all it did was ring and ring. He phoned Bonnie to let her know he would be spending the night at a hotel, not wanting to worry her that he was at a stranger's house, much less a sexy divorcee who had amazing legs and was probably good and drunk.

"So you got stuck in that awful storm?" she asked him, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, just as it stopped raining, that's when I saw I had a flat," he said. "I walked a pretty good ways. Where am I anyway?"

"You wouldn't be able to find it on a map, sweetie, I can tell you that much," she joked. But in a way, she was right.

Jake glanced around the spacious family room, seeing a large television, a gorgeous glass coffee table, and on that table were a pile of magazines. Seemed normal enough.

But upon further inspection, as he went through them trying to find a sports mag of some sort, one periodical caught his attention.

Playgirl.

"Oh goodness me," the woman said. "Did I leave that one out? You'll have to forgive me - I finally bought a subscription to the thing so I can't seem to put it down."

Playgirl? Jake didn't even know there was such a thing. There was actually a female answer to the famous Playboy magazine?

"First published in 1973," Dawn explained, quickly showing that she was not only an avid fan of the magazine, but a bit of a historian. "But to this day, do you know they still shy away from showing full erections?"

Jake squirmed a bit, and actually blushed. 

"I suppose you're talking about buildings?" he asked with a laugh.

"Oh my, you're funny. I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you," she joked back.

Dawn crossed those gorgeous legs again. She even accidentally pulled up her dress a bit, showing more of her well-rounded thighs.

"I don't mean to be brazen with my choice of conversation," she said. "It's just the champagne. Here I am talking to a complete stranger about erections! My goodness, I need to go to sleep soon."

Jake laughed politely, and on the inside was even starting to find a little amusement in this whole episode.

Dawn took off her high-heel shoes, gently rubbing her small, sexy feet against the carpet, moaning as she did so. "Mmm, that feels good," she said. "I've been on my feet all day. The party I had must have gone on for eight hours or so. Many of my best friends, and some co-workers that I like enough to invite to the gala. Such a good time. Everyone dressed in their Sunday best."

"Mostly couples I guess?" Jake asked. 

"Oh, no, all women," Dawn replied. "Sort of like a formal girls night out, only when you have a place like this, why go out?"

Seemed sensible enough. Only Jake couldn't imagine what 20 or so women would do for several hours at one of their friend's houses. Much less get all dressed up for it.

"Oh Jeez, where are my manners? Would you like a drink?" Dawn asked her house guest. "We have just about everything."

"Oh I don't want you to go to the trouble," the gentleman responded. 

"No trouble at all. I'll just have Victor fetch us a round," she said. 

Victor? Who is Victor? Jake was thoroughly confused. But then it occurred to him - a place like this, she must have a butler of some sort. A very different sort.

"Victor," she lightly yelled, "darling can you come here?"

Jake expected to see an older gentleman, maybe Alfred from Wayne Manor. An old grandfather type.

That's not exactly the kind of help Dawn McKenzie hires.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw the man walk into the family room, arms folded behind his back, walking casually. The first thing that caught Jake's attention was that the man had no shirt on. It only got worse. As soon as the lamp was out of Jake's line of sight, he saw the man had no pants on either. 

And that included underwear.

All the butler was wearing was a bow-tie around his neck, which looked comical since there was absolutely nothing else hiding his nudity. And a good portion of that nudity was swinging back and forth between his legs with every step.

"Yes goddess, can I get you something?" the butler asked the woman of the house. The well-built gentleman stood before Dawn in all his glory, hands still folded behind his back, and his hanging penis just a few feet from her gorgeous face.

Stuck in a stupor, Jake couldn't help but look at the man's generous appendage, which hung well past his balls and had a tubular thickness to it that made it seem even more substantial.

'Jesus,' Jake thought to himself, 'that guy's hung like a horse!'

"Sweetie, what would you like?" Dawn asked Jake very casually, acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about her butler's nudity. 

Jake had still not snapped out of it. He stopped staring at the butler's, uh, equipment, but was still a bit dumbfounded as he looked into the distance.

"Jake? Darling?" Dawn persisted. 

"Huh, what?" he answered back, finally regaining some mental composure. "Oh, I'll have a beer - whatever you have. Budweiser, Schlitz, whatever you have is good."

"Very good sir," the butler responded, and elegantly proceeded out of the room, with Jake trying to avoid seeing his swinging appendage, which nonetheless caught his eye once again. 

"Oh I can see you're a bit startled by my choice of help," Dawn said with a hearty laugh, so down-to-earth and so sexy all at the same time. "That is Victor. He's a dear."

Jake didn't know what to say. But he had to say something. 

"He's uh, he's naked," he said. What else could he say?

Dawn laughed. 

"Yes indeed," she said. "And frankly I think he's more comfortable that way, if you know what I mean."

Jake forced himself to laugh, yet he couldn't believe what was happening.

"He's very well endowed," Dawn went on. "Then again, all of my help is, uh, very well-endowed."

"Y-your help? I mean, you have other butlers and so forth?" Jake asked, his heart racing at this point. Never had he been so nervous and uncomfortable yet so turned on at the same time. It was Dawn, and her open appreciation of the male anatomy, that was getting him all worked up.

"Jake, darling, when you have a place like this, you need all the help you can get," she explained. "I have a chef, a gardner, a pool man, two pool men actually, a butler, a bartender, a housekeeper, a cheufer - I have 10 male servants in all. Only I don't like to think of them as servants, but rather - "

"Eye candy?" Jake asked. 

Dawn laughed. "One big family," she finished. 

Just then Victor returned with the drinks. Jake quickly took his beer and thanked him, and Dawn elegantly took her glass of champagne, lightly slapped Victor on the behind and thanked him for his services. The butler retreated into another room of the house.

"You see ever since the divorce," Dawn began to explain, "I felt I had to liberate myself. I wanted to live out my fantasies and throw everything to the wind."

"So you hired a naked butler?" Jake asked with a laugh. 

"Well darling, there is just so little male nudity for us women to enjoy," she said. "Think, when was the last time you even saw a movie that included any male nudity?"

Jake thought for a moment, but then quickly responded.

"If I did, I try to forget," he said laughingly.

"Oh you're not helping," she said with a smile. "But my point is, there is none. Let alone any full-frontal male nudity."

Jake gulped. She was so blunt. 

"I needed to create an environment us women could enjoy," she went on. "And since I have the means to do so, why not? Just this evening, there was a naked male servant for almost every woman at the party."

Jake kept drinking his beer, and nodded along with her. But just then it sunk in what she just said. 

"So, every male servant in the house is naked?" he asked. 

"Naked as the day they were born," was her response, crossing her legs yet again. "All chiseled specimens of male beauty."

She then paused for effect. 

"And all very well-endowed."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Jake then laughed out of nervousness.

"Oh sweetie," she said, gently tapping his leg, "I can tell you're like 'how did I end up at this crazy house with this crazy woman?'"

He laughed but politely said "oh no, I think it's great you're so...liberated."

She smiled. She had a great smile.

"Well at the very least you'll have quite a story to tell your wife when you get home," she said, taking the last sip of her champagne. 

'Holy Christ. Bonnie,' Jake thought to himself. Could he tell her about this? Would she want to come here? How would he feel with her being around such big men? That were big in more ways than one.

His mind was racing. He needed sleep. It had been such a long, weird day. For a minute he thought maybe he had crashed off the side of the road, blacked out, and this was all just a weird dream.

"Well darling, I must turn in," Dawn announced. "Let me show you to your room for the night. Then tomorrow morning I can give you a lift to the mechanic, and he'll take care of your car."

"I really appreciate that," Jake said.

Chapter 3

Just as he walked into the front door of his home, Jake was greeted with a big hug from his wife.

"I was sooooo worried about you," she said, squeezing him tightly. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," he answered. "

The two shared a long kiss and went into the living room to relax.

"So the car is alright?" Bonnie asked. "The car is fine," Jake answered.

He knew he was going to have to tell her. He actually wanted to. He had to share his experience with somebody.

"Sweetie, there's something I have to tell you," he began. "It's nothing bad, just something so weird."

"What is it hon?" she asked, crossing her legs, reminding Jake of Dawn a night earlier. "I didn't stay at a hotel last night. I stayed at a house along the highway - I didn't want to worry you so I lied and told you I was staying at a hotel."

"A house along the highway? Are you okay, nothing happened did it?" she asked.

Jake could sense the tension in his wife's voice. 

"No babe, nothing bad happened - I mean I'm not hurt or anything, just...It was just bizarre," he said, putting his hand over his forehead.

"Honey, you're scaring me, what is it?" she asked, putting her arm around him. Married for two years now, Jake and Bonnie never had a conversation like the one they were about to have.

Jake began by simply bursting into laughter. It had finally hit him. He thought of Dawn McKenzie and her mansion and he couldn't help but find the whole thing amusing.

"Sweetie, I go into this woman's house - gorgeous house. A mansion," he began to say.

"Right, right," she replied, listening more intently with every word. She ran her hand through her hair out of nervousness.

"You know, we sit down, I tell her about my car, she says I can stay the night, blah blah blah," the husband went on. "Next thing I know, a butler comes out with drinks."

Bonnie waited with anticipation to hear the rest. She knew something was coming.

"Bonnie, the guy had no clothes on - none," he described. "He was wearing a bow-tie, but nothing else. Stark naked, from head to toe."

"What? Oh my God," she said. She jumped back a bit. She crossed her legs again. 

"Babe, the guy was packing," Jake said. "I've never seen anything like what this guy had."

"You mean - ," Bonnie said, too shy to finish the sentence. 

"Yeah - he had a huge penis," her husband explained. "Just hanging there, right out in the open."

Suddenly the wife began to enjoy the imagery.

"Wh-what, why was he naked," Bonnie asked. 

"She has all these naked male servants," Jake replied. "The butler had a huge penis, I go upstairs, there's a guy cleaning the bedrooms - he had a huge penis. The gardner came in for breakfast the next morning - he had a huge penis. It was like a palace full of big penises."

Bonnie cracked up, and then laughed so heartily her head came down to her husband's lap, almost in a lude fashion.

"You must have been so uncomfortable. I can only imagine being somewhere with a bunch of topless women with huge breasts," she said.

"But sweetie, your breasts are pretty ample," the husband replied, making note of Bonnie's nice rack - C-cups to be exact. "Not that I have a small one or anything, but I don't have anything on these guys. I swear to God I thought I was in the land of make-believe."

The two decided they needed a drink, and Bonnie brought her husband a beer, and a glass of wine for herself.

As Jake gave his lovely wife a foot massage, she laid back on the sofa, relaxing in her sun dress. Jake told Bonnie about the woman's background, and her explanation for living such an eccentric lifestyle.

He described her as a little older than they were, maybe she was in her early 30's or so, with a substantial intellect. He spoke of how one room in the mansion was a library, filled with rows and rows of books.

But of course the most interesting part of the mansion was the wardrobe of the male servants, or lack thereof.

"That is the most outlandish story I've ever heard," Bonnie said with a laugh. "Maybe I'll break down along Route 80 and end up there one day."

The husband went on with the foot massage, rubbing his wife's tiny feet.

"That would be something," he said.

Chapter 4

Over the next few weeks, Bonnie acted a little differently around her husband.

They made love more than ever, kissed a lot more throughout the day, and she kept bringing up Jake's little episode at the McKenzie mansion.

She would first joke around about wanting to go there one day for the afternoon. And then it got to the point where she spoke seriously of wanting to meet Dawn, and have tea with her sometime. 

And Bonnie's choice of wardrobe was more enticing nowadays, one day wearing a tight white top while washing the car. 


Stranded Pt. 01



Her nipples poked against the fabric, her large jugs completely visible to her hubby as he walked out to get the morning paper.

"My god, babe, nice outfit," he said approvingly. 

She thanked him, but then realized what he really meant by that. She saw that her breasts were on display.

"Oh my," she said, pulling her top away from hugging her boobs so tightly. "I didn't even realize I was so wet. My goodness."

The husband had a good chuckle. He grabbed a lawn chair and decided to join his 26-year-old wife for a little chat.

"Sweetie, I've been thinking," Bonnie began, wrapping up the hose. "I think it would be a hoot to go see Dawn's mansion one Saturday. Ever since you told me that story, I can't get it out of my head."

The husband kind of had a feeling this was coming. And he didn't mind that much. He kind of liked this new wild side that his wife was displaying.

"Tell me," he said playfully. "What makes you want to visit Dawn so badly?"

"Well," Bonnie said, putting her knee up against the car, the bottom of her tan thigh hanging down in a sexy fashion, right in Jake's line of sight. "The naked men. I've never heard of such blatant male nudity, let alone the hunks you described."

"I gotta tell you hon," he replied, taking a sip from his beer. "It's pretty shocking."

Bonnie laughed, and walked slowly and sexily over to her husband, sitting gently on his lap and throwing her sponge into the water bucket alongside their station wagon. 

"Please sweetie, for me," she said. "How many times have I let you go to a bachelor party? With all those naked women."

She did have a point. Jake even thought he might get a kick out of his wife's reaction to Dawn's choice of help.

"Okay," he began, "I did get her address and phone number from her because I told her I wanted to send a thank you gift for taking me in that night. And I kind of remember where the house was. So..."

She waited for his answer, clenching her fists in excitement.

"Okay, I'll take you over there one day, but I'll just drop you off and come back later," he said.

She gave him a big hug, her breasts pushing against his chest. 

"Oh sweetie, this will be so much fun," she said. 

"Consider this an early birthday gift," he said with a smile.

Chapter 5

Bonnie never looked better than she did on this day.

Tight white cotton shorts, her legs perfectly tanned. She had a skimpy white top to match her bottoms, with a necklace hanging down from her neck, the pendant on it coming to a rest right between her lovely breasts. She was showing a good amount of cleavage.

They were kind of quiet on the way over to the mansion, neither of them knowing what to say. Bonnie couldn't wait to take in the sights, and Jake couldn't wait to hear his wife's recount of the tale afterwards.

Dawn had expected them by noon, and they were right on schedule.

"Oh man, there it is," Jake said, slowing down to make the left onto the long dirt driveway up to the property.

"We're here," he said, the road a little bumpy as they got closer and closer to the front of the mansion.

The place seemed a lot different in broad daylight, making it more tangible, more real. That stormy night a month back, it seemed like something out of a strange dream.

Jake parked the car and the couple headed up to the door. Bonnie pleaded with Jake to come in with her for a while, at least until she felt comfortable being there. With reluctance, he decided to go with her.

He wasn't crazy about being surrounded by naked dudes once again, but was curious to see how his wife would act in such an atmosphere.

Jake had to knock on the door only once, as they were expected.

Only this time, Dawn didn't answer the door. Mario did. He was another of the butlers.

"Hello, you must be the Gibbons," Mario said politely. 

Standing in the doorway, Mario stood tall and proudly. Not surprising to Jake, the gentleman was completely naked.

But Bonnie, even though she had been warned by Jake, was stunned.

"My goodness, nice to meet you," she said with a laugh, not shying away from looking down at the ample organ hanging between his legs. 

"Please, come in," Mario said with a warm smile.

Mario had long brown hair, hanging down to his big, broad shoulders. He had deep blue eyes and a bronze tan, and Bonnie found it difficult to take her eyes off him.

"Was it a long drive for you guys?" Mario asked, leading them into the family room.

"Oh no," the wife answered right away. "Just a few minutes."

Few minutes? Jake noticed right away that Bonnie had already drifted into somewhat of a trance. It had taken about an hour to get to the mansion, not a few minutes.

She was completely hypnotized.

The couple sat down on the long sofa, with Mario coming right up in front of Bonnie, his arms folded behind his back. His huge hanging penis was practically right in her face, and she took full advantage of the view.

"Can I get you something?" he asked. 

"Uh, a beer please," the husband replied. "A glass of wine would be great," Bonnie answered. 

"Very good," Mario said. 

As soon as he left the room, Bonnie exhaled.

"Holy fuck," she whispered. "That guy is huuuuuge!" 

"I told you," the husband replied. 

She smiled 

Bonnie naturally looked on the coffee table to see if there was any reading material. Right on top of a small pile of magazines was a Playgirl magazine, right out in the open, just the way it was when Jake was at the mansion for the first time. 

"What is this?" Bonnie asked, sticking her head out a bit to see if Mario was coming back with the drinks. When she discovered he was not on his way yet, Bonnie hesitantly picked up the magazine and began to page through its contents.

She was amazed to see that it was chock full of shots that displayed full-frontal male nudity.

"Oh my God," the wife said in startling fashion, covering her mouth in shock. "Quite a thing to leave out for company to see."

She paged through it further.

"I love it," she said with a smile.

Mario came back with the drinks and served them properly to the guests. 

"I just love your choice of magazines," Bonnie teased the butler, while still casually looking at all the photos, now trying to pick out her favorite. Mario smiled.

"Honey, look at this one," Bonnie said, holding up a full-page spread of one especially well-endowed centerfold. 

"I don't wanna see that," the husband replied, turning away. Although he enjoyed her enthusiasm.

"Are you in here at all?" Bonnie teased Mario. 

"No mam," he replied with a smile. "I'm sort of camera shy."

"Camera shy? But you have such a big - ... you have such a huge presence," she said, stumbling for words. She stopped herself from making a direct comment about his organ. Her shyness was the reason.

Feeling herself blushing, she put the magazine down.

Instead of leaving for other tasks, Mario stood before Bonnie, casually having a chat with the beautiful young female.

She asked him about the amazing scenery just outside the window, and how wonderful it must be to live in such a perfect location.

She couldn't believe she was carrying out a normal conversation with a completely naked hunk, and she began to play a little game where she would point to things out in the distance, making note of the trees in the spacious backyard or the gigantic in-ground swimming pool. As Mario would look at what she was pointing to, this allowed her to sneak glances at his manhood.

She hadn't seen many penises up close, and certainly none as big as Mario. His penis hung down past his balls, and had a real thickness to it. She particularly liked watching it swing back and forth when he walked, so much so that she finished her drink as quickly as she could so she could send him to fetch her another.

Mario satisfied her request, and as if on cue, he walked out of the room, at a more rapid pace so that his penis flopped more violently, as if he knew exactly what Bonnie was watching.

Her brown eyes darted back and forth as she watched the swaying tool.

She giggled lightly.

Her husband playfully slapped her knee like she was being a naughty girl.

Chapter 6

Finally, Dawn had made her first appearance, and she wasn't alone. The young woman came into the family room with another one of her servants. Oscar, who took care of the pool just a few days a week, was speaking to Dawn as the two joined Jake and Bonnie in the family room.

Oscar was a gorgeous Latino, with dark brown hair, a slight beard and of great physical stature. He was a little shorter than Mario, but slightly more muscular.

Bonnie stared at his washboard stomach, and could feel herself getting flushed. "Is it hot in here?" she said jokingly to her husband.

The only thing that disappointed Bonnie was that Oscar was wearing a speedo. It was something to look at, as his bulge offered plenty of promise, but she was already hoping he would take the speedo off and let her see what he had.

Dawn courteously greeted her guests and took a seat in the chair closest to Jake. Dawn was casual in a white sun dress, quickly showing off the legs that Jake had thought about many times since he last saw her.

As Mario returned with another drink for Bonnie, Dawn asked her female guest what she thought of her butler.

"I think he's fantastic," Bonnie said with a smirk. 

Mario stood in the center of the room, giving both Dawn and Bonnie equal viewing pleasure. His penis now seemed to hang even lower, as he became more aroused due to the constant attention from the beautiful women in his presence.

"Oscar aren't you hot in that thing?" Bonnie said jokingly, referring to the one piece of clothing he had on - that tiny black speedo.

Dawn informed her guest that Oscar was a little shy about roaming the grounds completely nude, but now that he was indoors, he was to remove everything. 

Oscar put his thumbs into each side of the speedo and took it off, releasing a hefty penis that seemed relieved to no longer be constrained.

He then walked over to Bonnie, folded the speedo and placed it on the far end of the sofa. At this point, she didn't even play any little games in order to sneak glances at the naked male servants - she blatantly checked out his man parts.

"You guys are something else," she said.

"Now tell me Bonnie," Dawn began, "who do you think is bigger - Felix or Oscar here."

Bonnie thought she knew what Dawn meant by that question, but waited for further clarification. 

"Who do you think has a bigger prick? Mario or Oscar?" Dawn said unabashed, making it very clear what she was making reference to.

Bonnie blushed a bit, feeling all the attention shifted away from the two nude men, and to her. She was also a little surprised by Dawn using such a crude term for the male anatomy, and felt awkward responding to her question. But something about the atmosphere was making her a bit more brazen than usual.

"Oh I don't know," Bonnie said. "They look about the same."

There was silence for a moment.

"They're both very large," she added.

Dawn flashed that sexy smile of hers, and without explanation left the room. It was a bit awkward for a moment, as Bonnie and Jake were left alone with the two nude servants.

Bonnie struggled to make conversation, and asked the two if they were new to the area. Both told their stories, and explained that they came to the area only to work for Ms. McKenzie. But they did enjoy the California lifestyle, especially this particular lifestyle.

Being on display for fully-clothed women was just as erotic for them as it was for the gals getting to oogle and admire their nakedness.

Dawn finally returned to the room, and again asked Bonnie if she would like to guess which man had a larger penis.

"I know the answer," Dawn said, "but I would like to see if you could guess correctly."

Bonnie studied each man's penis carefully, looking at each one long and hard. Jake simply studied his wife as all this was going on, starting to get an erection as he watched Bonnie gauge each man's size.

She even got up and walked up to the two naked men, standing in between them and looking down at each of their organs.

Each man's penis hung down between his legs, not yet erect but already large.

Bonnie just shook her head and laughed. And she suddenly started to come out of her shell.

"How did you go about finding men that all have such enormous dicks?" she casually asked Dawn.

That last word shot right through Jake, and even surprised Dawn a bit.

Bonnie using the word dick? Usually so prim and proper, her dirty talk seemed delightfully out of place.

"Well, Bonnie, it was tough," Dawn explained. "There isn't actually any big dick tree you can go to to pick from, or a big dick farm, or a big dick store. Hey everybody, let's go to the store and buy some big dicks!'" Dawn said jokingly.

Bonnie looked at her husband with an amused grin and gently bumped him, as if to say, 'this must be so awfully uncomfortable for you.' But she was enjoying it.

"I'm gonna say Mario is a little bigger," Bonnie said. "His looks like it's a little longer."

Dawn then walked over and had a ruler in her hands, as it became apparent that is what she went to get when she left the room moments earlier. 

Bonnie chuckled as she watched Dawn lift up each of their hefty members and place them against the wooden ruler. Bonnie's eyes didn't deceive her, as she was correct in guessing that Mario was indeed a bit longer, as his penis was already seven inches just in its flaccid state, and Oscar's just behind at six and a half.

"Did you actually measure all of their dicks before you hired them?" Bonnie asked, fully expressing her curiosity.

"Bonnie my dear, you'll find that I am very hands-on with everything I do," Dawn replied. "And even more so with my men. So yes, you better believe I measured each one very carefully. Not one of them escaped the scrutiny of my trusty ruler." 

Bonnie just stood back and enjoyed the view.

"Gosh," she said, lightly tugging her left ear lobe, "you guys have some big dicks."

Jake's erection was now hard to hide, as it pressed against his pants and threatened to create a tent had he not shifted it a bit. He continued to sit back on the sofa and watch Bonnie enjoy herself.

Her stares were mixed with looks of lust, and awe and wonder. She had never dreamed of seeing organs of that size.

Each of the men stood in pure splendor, giving Bonnie a great view of their anatomy. They made sure to keep their hands behind their backs at all times so Bonnie would have a perfect view of their members.

She began to stare at Mario's wonderful penis when she noticed it beginning to get more engorged, and started to hang down between his legs even further. It was already bigger than her husband's, and had not even grown to its full potential.

Bonnie poked Jake, about to say something else to him about Mario's endowment, when a young woman walked into the room. She appeared young, possibly a high school girl Jake thought, but Dawn would later inform the company she was a recent college grad that worked for Dawn as an interior designer.

With all the male help in the mansion, the place still needed a woman's touch. And Carrie provided that.

"Sorry I'm late Dawn," the girl said. "I went to see Poltergeist with a few friends."

Dawn then quickly introduced Carrie to her company, and what struck Jake about the girl was that not only was she hot, but that unlike the male servants of the house, she was fully clothed. She was wearing tight black pants that showed off a nice, thick bottom, which Jake couldn't help but stare at while the women had their conversation.

The young brunette also wore a pair of glasses, making her look like the hot smart type, another of Jake's favorites. But Jake soon realized that Carrie's presence simply seemed to serve as a stark contrast in the way the male workers in the mansion were presented, and the way the women workers were presented.

Dawn would later tell Jake that Carrie, and all of the other female workers, were always fully clothed. The male workers were not permitted to wear any clothing whatsoever. 

Sure, the men carried out jobs and did their work. But they were mostly there for show. The female workers like Carrie also provided a service, but in turn ended up admiring the view just as much as Dawn's female company at the mansion.

"You should have seen this movie, Dawn, it was crazy," Carrie said. "The house is haunted by these ghosts, and the young girl goes inside the television!"

"Inside the television? How did she fit?" Dawn asked as she sipped from her drink.

"No, no, she goes into like T.V. world or something, and she communicates with the family through the T.V., and the family has to get this ghost expert to get her out," Carrie explained.

Feeling left out of the conversation, Mario had to do something to get Carrie's attention.

"Hi Carrie," he said, swinging his penis from side to side, smacking his massive weiner against his thighs in a resounding fashion.

The brunette had a smirk on her face, then walked over to the butler and glanced down at his anatomy. She shook her head.

"You better feed that thing, otherwise it's likely to turn on you," she jokingly said about his huge organ.

The room erupted in laughter.

"It does look like a snake, doesn't it," Dawn said. 

"More like an anaconda," Bonnie chimed in.

Carrie did in fact enjoy the male nudity at her workplace. But she didn't appreciate her conversation being interrupted.

"Kiss my ass," the young woman ordered the male servant.

Jake had thought she had used the phrase just as a figure of speech, but right before his eyes, Mario got down to his knees, and began planting kiss after kiss on Carrie's bottom.

"Worship it," she ordered.

"Thank you for letting me kiss your ass goddess," the man said in between smooches. Her pants were of a thin black fabric, and Jake could tell the man was kissing as hard as he could, almost trying to make his kisses go right through to her naked flesh underneath, as he cradled each cheek of her big round bottom in his hands.

The spectacle would have been out of place anywhere else, but Dawn quickly informed the married visitors that this sort of display of obedience took place all the time.

"All right, donkey dick, that's enough," Carrie said, walking away.

"Donkey dick," Bonnie repeated with a laugh.

Carrie went on to do her work upstairs, and Jake began to fantasize about her ordering around some other male servant up there, making him kiss her feet and jerk off for her.

Just before she exited the room, Jake couldn't help but speak to her. 

"Carrie, did you ever think your male co-workers were like this?" he asked.

She stopped abrubtly, and replied "what?," with a cute smile. She came all the way back into the room to talk to him.

"Did Dawn tell you about the male servants when she hired you?" he asked curiously.

Carrie smiled.

"Dawn told me they all had big dorks," she said, "but I was definitely surprised. I mean, these guys... - Dawn, did you tell them about Jerome?"

All eyes shifted to Dawn, including Bonnie, who was very interested.

"No my dear, not yet," Dawn replied.

"My God, that guy's got a schlong and a half," Carrie said with a girlish giggle. "I mean, I've heard about black guys, but..."

Jake was so glad Carrie came back into the room - it allowed him to check out that big sexy ass of hers, which was right in his face every time she turned to Dawn to speak to her.

"Did you tell them about all the fun games we play with their dorks?" the young one asked the owner of the mansion.

"Jesus, Carrie, you've spoiled two of my big surprises," Dawn shouted laughingly.

"We have them all get boners, and we throw rings around their boners to see who can score the most points," Carrie went on, laughing in between words.




Stranded Pt. 01



Dawn got up to shove her out of the room, not wanting to her to tell Bonnie everything just yet.

Carrie was reluctant to leave.

"And then we have them balance things on their dicks, and see who can walk the furthest distance," she said, finally giving in to Dawn's shoves and retreating out of the room to go to her work.

"Ah, youth," Dawn said. "She's got a lot of spirit."

The two male servants remained silent, waiting for the women to speak to them. Bonnie and Dawn went on talking to each other.

"The games that that little goofball was talking about are the party games we play," Dawn explained, taking a sip from her drink. "There are several more, but most of them do in fact revolve around the servants' big dicks."

Jake suddenly fantasized about his wife taking part in such games.

He looked over at Bonnie and saw she was having a fantasy of her own. 

Chapter 7

Bonnie looked to be in a dream-like state, Mario and Oscar's huge penises her only focus of attention.

Dawn too saw that Bonnie had drifted out of touch a bit.

"What are you thinking?" Dawn eventually asked Jake's wide-eyed wife. "I'm guessing you are trying to picture each of them with a boner."

"Oh, no!" Bonnie said, immediately taking her eyes away. Her face flushed red. She brought her hand up to cover her open mouth.

The reaction told Jake all he needed to know. Dawn had guessed right. Indeed his proper little wife had been trying to picture Mario and Oscar with erections.

"No need to be embarrassed," Dawn said, brushing aside the awkward moment for his wife. "It's only natural for you to try to imagine what they will look like with boners. It really is no different than a man looking at the chest of an endowed woman and trying to picture her topless. Isn't that right, Jake?"

It took Jake a moment to come back to reality and realize her question was directed at him. "Well, yes, I guess so," he said, mumbling his words.

"In fact, I believe I told your husband on his previous visit how much I enjoy looking at men with erections," Dawn announced. "It always seemed so unfair how women are pictured in all their glory, but male centerfolds are never photographed with erections."

"Yes!" Bonnie replied, bringing down her hands. "I know what you mean."

"And I've seen some of those girly magazines," Dawn said, rolling her eyes in disgust. "The parted legs, the close-up shots. If women are pictured in such provocative poses, then what's the problem with photographing a man with an erection?"

"It's like a double standard!" Bonnie shouted, agreeing completely.

The two women behaved like Sunday morning preachers on the pulpit. Each reinforced the other's argument. 

Jake could see his wife was starting to get into it.

"Or what's wrong with a man displaying himself with an erection," Dawn went on. "Take a strip joint, for instance. The men should strip naked, I think, and then they should be made to show erections."

"That would be a popular string joint!" Bonnie stated with an excited sigh.

"Or what about these two?" Dawn asked next, waving her hand in the direction of Oscar and Mario. At the same time she glanced over to Jake with her eyes and gave him a teasing smile.

"They stand before us limp," Dawn pointed out. "But why should they remain so? What would be so wrong if they stood before us with raging hard-ons?"

"Oh my!" Bonnie replied, her hand going back up to cover her open mouth. "That would be something!" She mumbled the words through the open palm of her hand.

Dawn wasted no time. "Show us," she ordered, turning to them. "Raise yourselves to full mast."

"Oh my gosh!" Bonnie answered in surprise.

"Yes, Goddess," they answered at once.

They continued to stand with their hands behind their backs. Nothing happened, not at first, but then they started to lengthen.

"Oh my gosh!" Bonnie whispered as she looked right at them.

Neither had to touch himself. Neither had to stroke or play. They just stood there while being watched. Their penises first elongated and then started to rise. They rose as if to salute their guest.

"Much better, wouldn't you say?" Dawn asked a minute later.

"Oh yes!" Bonnie agreed. She behaved like a captive audience.

"And the best part is still to cumm," Dawn said as she gave a wink to Jake.

He couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard it. Was it his imagination? Or was it a hint of what she had planned? 

Meanwhile, his wife continued to look. Jake couldn't believe the way she looked. He also couldn't believe the size of the two men. Their flaccid penises had turned into cocks. First they elongated and got hard, and then they got thicker and thicker too. Oscar's soon pointed straight out from his body. It pointed

right toward Bonnie as if to greet her. He even jutted out his midsection for further emphasis. 

Bonnie gave a smile at his enormous erection.

Mario's cock rose higher. It rose to point up at an angle, and then it seemed to thicken even further. 

Jake figured it had to be twice the mass of his own. He could only imagine what Bonnie thought of them.

"Jeez louis," his wife spoke, reacting at last, looking at the two of them. They stood side by side, as if on display, their erections sticking out and up in an almost obscene fashion.

"They are only allowed to get hard when I give them permission to do so," Dawn said. "That is one of the many ways I discipline them."

"I thought you'd be afraid they might knock something over with their dicks," Bonnie laughed, thinking of their huge appendages swinging to and fro when they walked about. "There's a lot of expensive stuff around here and those things look like they could do some damage."

The two men twisted their hips back and forth for Bonnie, swinging their boners from side to side for her amusement. Bonnie enjoyed watching the spectacle and cheered them on, getting up and twisting her own hips to dance along with them.

She giggled with glee watching the frolicking penises, waving here and there and jumping all about.

Usually the sight of a penis was taboo, but at this estate, the sight of a naked male penis was so commonplace that it was pretty much the norm.

Watching the two massive rods dancing right in front of her tempted Bonnie to grab hold of them, and that she did, finding that each of the men's massive members rivaled the size of her forearm.

"They're so frickin huge," she said as she suddenly found herself jerking each one.

She loved the feel of their huge cocks in her hands, stroking nice and slowly as if to make the moment last as long as possible. She glanced back and forth between each one, wanting to give each organ equal attention.

She smiled at each man, in fact still making eye contact now and again, not wanting to forget there were actual real males attached to these giant dicks.

Dawn did not want to interrupt Bonnie from living out her fantasy, but she had the wife let go of their erections so she could take some measurements, and Bonnie reluctantly did so.

Dawn ran a wooden ruler along the side of Mario's mighty penis, and with Bonnie watching closely, Dawn measured the massive cock to be a full 10 inches in length, by far the largest Bonnie had ever seen.

Oscar's was a proud nine and a half.

Bonnie went right back to stroking their penises, with her husband looking on, finding it hard to believe that was his usually prim and proper wife, the same wife that usually spent Saturday afternoons baking. He was loving it.

He was tempted to drop his own pants and start masturbating, but didn't want to take any attention away from the spectacle before him.

He watched Bonnie stroking the two men, one hand on each of their penises, stroking up and down, up and down, while alternating glances at each erection.

She also touched their other parts.

"Such big balls," she said, cupping each man's hefty sack.

She wished she had more hands, as she loved the feel of their balls but wanted to go back to stroking their massive erections. She now quickened her pace, wanting to see them shoot their stuff.

She had been stroking for so long and so furiously she looked almost to be breaking a sweat, her face flushed. She also noted how long each of her hands had to travel to stroke the length of each mighty shaft.

"It's quite a workout stroking your big long dicks," Bonnie said with a sexy smile. "Feels like I'm at the gym."

The men couldn't hold out forever, and exploded almost simultaneously. Mario erupted into three big squirts of come, the first shooting out straight across the room. He then urged Bonnie to point his cock upright, and as she did, his second load of jiz arked up toward the ceiling, evoking a "woo-hoo" from Bonnie's lips.

Mario's third come shot went straight out, a thick stream of milk that created a big blob on Dawn's gorgeous rug.

As if on cue, Oscar then took over center stage, as he rewarded Bonnie for her long stroking with quite a display.

His first come shot was a furious one, firing out and splashing against the Playgirl that was still laying on the coffee table. It was a loud smacking noise when it hit.

The second shot didn't go as far, but it was still of great volume. The third come shot, surprisingly, traveled further than the second one, as Bonnie looked on with wide-eyed glee and wonder. 

Her pussy tingled as she brought these men to such volcanic climaxes. It gave her such a sense of sexual power, and beauty.

Oscar shot one load after another until Bonnie actually lost count, his massive load the result of Dawn's discipline.

"That was a week's worth," Dawn joked.

Bonnie let go of each of the men's mighty members, noticing their penises had started to go back down to their relaxed state. They had been milked to their maximum.

The young wife raised each of her come-soaked hands in the air, showing everybody. Come actually dripped off her fingers.

"Gee, thanks guys," Bonnie said sarcastically, although she did in fact appreciate the show.

Bonnie hugged each of the men and thanked them.

The five of them all had coffee and laughed about the experience. At one point Dawn had leaned over and whispered in Bonnie's ear that she would just have to meet Jerome, an African American male who Dawn said was her most entertaining, and most well-endowed, servant.

That would have to wait for another day, but Bonnie knew she would be back. Jake figured she would as well, and he wanted to be there to watch.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Stranded Pt. 02



Chapter 6

After saying goodbye to their gracious host, Jake and Bonnie got into their car, a little dazed, and began the trip home. They began pulling away.

"God even the driveway is shaped like a dick," Jake said as they left the mansion.

Bonnie laughed - "now you're just imagining things," she said to her husband. 

The trip home had little conversation, almost as though the two were so drained by the surreal experience they had at Dawn McKenzie's. Every now and then, Bonnie would start to giggle like a schoolgirl. Her husband would nudge her and tease her, and asked her what was so funny, even though he had an idea what it was.

"Their penises were soooo big," Dawn gushed.

Jake began to get an erection again. "I told you," he said. "Just imagine what it was like for me the first night I was there. I didn't know whether to - "

Bonnie hastily interrupted Jake, not even realizing she did so. Almost like she was in a daze again. "Dawn must be in Heaven," she said. "You just wake up and have all these gorgeous, well-hung naked men waiting on you hand and foot..."

She trailed off. "Well I hope you're not gonna run away and live with Dawn," her husband teased. 

Bonnie finally snapped out of it. "Oh sweetie, I have my own slice of Heaven with you."

And they shared a nice moment as they drew closer to home.

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The months that followed were unique for Bonnie and Jake. Their lovemaking had increased greatly, and there was this unspoken reason for it - that day at Dawn's.

They never mentioned it, but they both knew the day would come when Bonnie would want to go visit her eccentric new friend again. Maybe by herself this time. And then tell Jake of her adventures.

On one particular night, Bonnie grew restless. She and Jake had settled in to watch some T.V. - on this night, an episode of Chips. To make it worse, it was a re-run.

"Think I might head over to Dawn's," Bonnie pondered out loud. She looked over at her husband to gauge his reaction.

"Really hon? It's getting kind of late," he said. She paused, but then persisted.

"Well, there shouldn't be any traffic. And you could probably use a night out with the guys hon," she said. 

She gently got out of her husband's embrace and got up from the sofa, her thoughts now focused on what she needed to take with her for the trip.

"Guess I could call Craig up, go bowling and get some beers," Jake said, stretching his arms. 

"You boys behave yourselves," she answered with a smile.

She now began to walk out of the family room. She phoned Dawn from the kitchen to make sure she was home and was up for company.

Jake heard her laugh heartily at the end of the conversation, and she hung up the phone.

"Well, Dawn said she is about to turn in early tonight, but she said she has nothing planned tomorrow if I want to spend the afternoon there," the wife explained.

"What do you think you guys will do?" he asked his wife.

"Oh," she said, "I'm sure Dawn will have something up her sleeve."

Chapter 7

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon when Bonnie made her second trip to the McKenzie mansion. The sun shined brightly, there was a calm breeze, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Bonnie drove up the long gravel driveway, and hesitantly parked behind a long row of cars. "Want to make sure I don't block anybody in," she said as she made sure to leave a big enough gap between her tiny compact and the pick-up truck in front of her.

She walked up to the front door of the spacious mansion and used the heavy knocker, gently tapping it against the door, to let Dawn know she had arrived. Bonnie nervously anticipated one of the naked butlers answering the door. The thought gave her such a thrill, and she still found it hard to believe a place like this actually existed.

However, Bonnie kept knocking and knocking, and no one was answering the door. She figured she might as well walk around the house to the back yard - and it was hardly a normal back yard. Getting around the side of the house - it seemed to stretch a few city blocks - made Bonnie marvel even further how large the mansion was, as it created a larger-than-life atmosphere.

Wearing sandals and a sun dress, Bonnie elegantly walked into the unfenced back yard, spotting a couple of women casually sharing a conversation and enjoying what looked like a nice glass of wine. 

"Hello," the one woman said to Bonnie in a long, drawn-out way. 

"Hi," Bonnie said. "Is Dawn here?"

The other woman answered Bonnie: "she'll be right back. She ran inside to get something."

The two women introduced themselves to Bonnie, and vice versa, and the somewhat shy wife told them of how she came to find the McKenzie mansion and make Dawn's acquaintance. They were particularly amused with the tale of how Jake's car broke down, and somewhat by chance he stumbled upon this unique jewel in the wilderness.

"That's my Jake," Bonnie laughed. They poured her a glass of red wine. Bonnie, by this point, had noticed the one woman was pregnant. 

"Okay, one small glass is it for me," the woman said, putting her glass down.

"How many months are you?" Bonnie asked. "Six," the woman answered. Candace, her name was, rubbed her big tummy. 

"Any ideas on names yet?" Bonnie wondered aloud.

Candace smiled. "Well, if it's a boy, we are thinking of Brian, after my father," she said. "And if it's a girl, possibly Saona."

Bonnie's eyes widened. "Oh my, what a beautiful name," she gushed. 

"I'm sure she would take after her mom," Candace's friend said. 

"You mean being able to control men?" Candace fired back. 

Bonnie laughed along, even though she hardly knew the two women. "Do you think she will someday share the same taste in men that her mother does, men of great stature?" her friend, Elsa, teased along. 

"Don't you mean of men of great length?" Candace asked. Elsa almost spit out her wine.

Bonnie was a little stunned too. "Why do you think I love this place?" Candace asked rhetorically. They all continued to chuckle, and Elsa refilled Bonnie's glass and her own. 

"But seriously," Candace said, clearing her throat. "I'm really glad there's a baby right across the street where my husband and I have settled down - little Stevey can be Saona's playmate in a few years."

"Yeah - I'm sure she'll be bossing him around in a hurry," Elsa said. Bonnie began to fade out of the conversation, as Elsa and Candace gossiped about little Stevey's potential father - it was rumored that it might be one of Dawn's servants. But Bonnie's attention was more on the surroundings - beautiful flowers seemed to decorate the entire landscape, and she gazed into the distance, where it looked to be a huge garden, and every now and then she would see a man's head dart in between the tall sunflowers that met you at the entrance to the garden. Bonnie figured that must be the gardener who was tending to the various plants and flowers.

"Oh Bonnie honey!" a voice shouted. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting." It was the lovely Dawn McKenzie. She was accompanied by - what Bonnie thought at first - was a child, but upon further inspection she realized it was a man, a tiny man.

"Hi-ya!" the man said in a deep voice that contradicted his small stature. As Candace and Elsa headed out, Dawn introduced Bonnie to the small, extremely jovial man that stood before her. His name was Eric, an Irish lad who Dawn had known for years, and unlike pretty much every man Bonnie had seen at Dawn's, he had clothes on. But he was still very entertaining and eye-catching. Bonnie realized the man was a midget, but she was engrossed by him, especially his sense of humor.

Eric told one joke after another, some of the jokes quite dirty but innocent in nature. Bonnie was really getting to enjoy his company, but Eric was off in a hurry, and Dawn began to lead Bonnie out to the garden that she had admired from afar just moments earlier.

"Oh my...are those poppies?" Bonnie asked as she eyed a stunning row of yellow beauties. 

"They sure are sweetie," Dawn began. "Derek should be..."

Before Dawn could finish her sentence, the Derek she spoke of walked casually around the final row of flowers. Although he was in the distance, Bonnie quickly noticed the man was stark naked, and a huge, stiff erection bounced wildly in front of him as he approached the two women.

Bonnie could only blush in embarrassment. 

"Oh jeez," she said, covering her face in her hands. "You know you'd think I'd get used to it by now." But alas, the sight of a well-endowed, naked man - although commonplace at the McKenzie mansion - was not something someone could easily get used to. But it was an extremely welcome sight for young Bonnie.

"Derek, this is Bonnie," Dawn said. Bonnie tried to not stare at his monstrous penis as she shook hands with the gentleman. He was really built, a big muscle man. He also had stunningly attractive facial features, and crystal blue eyes. 

"Isn't it a beautiful day ladies?" Derek asked as he looked up at the cloudless sky. 

"It is a beautiful day," Bonnie said with a big smile. She was amused by Derek's attempt at normal conversation even though his huge male organ bounced right in plain sight of the two finely-dressed women.

Dawn's light purple sun dress probably cost three times as much as Bonnie's, but the two women were equally stunning. Bonnie's dress was seemingly tailored specifically to show off her gorgeous legs. The sun peeked through the clouds just then, and suddenly it got a lot hotter. That might have also been caused by the sexual tension.

"It does get a little hot in this sun dress every now and then," Bonnie said. 

"I feel just fine," Derek replied. 

"Easy for you to say - you don't have any clothes on!" Bonnie fired back. Dawn and Derek both laughed.

As the three adults stared at the sky and bright flowers, there was an uncomfortable silence. Bonnie searched for words in her head, but was speechless. She couldn't help but look down at the man's enormous penis. The young wife coughed out of nervousness, and an amused smirk came across her face.

Finally, someone spoke. "Derek, sweetie, tell Bonnie about the garden," Dawn said.

As Derek began to speak, Bonnie snuck glances down at his marvelous appendage. It looked to be just as big as Mario or Oscar's - if not bigger, and most impressive was its sturdiness, as it stuck straight out like a diving board. Derek had big muscles all over, and had huge sculpted thighs. He looked to be in the 220-pound area, and ripped from head to toe.

"Did you know that almost a hundred years ago, the members of the California State Floral Society voted for a flower that they thought would best serve the State of California as an official emblem, and there were three contestants - the California poppy, also known as Eschscholzia, the Mariposa lily, known as Calochortus, and the Matilija poppy, also termed Romneya coulteri," Derek explained.

"Wow, that's something," Bonnie said in an amused tone. 'Wow, he knows a hell of a lot about flowers, and he's hung like a Clydesdale,' she thought to herself. The wife found it so delightful to be carrying on a serious conversation with a man that was stark naked, let alone in a flower garden, let alone with a guy that had such a huge...

"In her article, California's Esteemed Golden Poppy, Naomi Mathews wrote that the California Poppy won the esteemed title of Official California State Flower by an overwhelming landslide," he went on, keeping the two women half interested. The other half of their interest was focused on his giant cock.

"The showy Matilija poppy, also called the giant poppy -"

"Oh for Pete's sake, Derek, that's enough jibber jabber about the beautiful poppies," Dawn interrupted him. "Bonnie gets it - poppies are beautiful and we have a lot of them."

"They are really beautiful," Bonnie said to the man. 

"But not nearly as beautiful as you my young lady," Derek said. Bonnie blushed. 

"She's married, sweetie," Dawn informed him, making sure he knew his boundary. 

"Well, your husband is one lucky man," he added. Bonnie nervously ran her hand through her hair, and thanked him for the compliment. She could barely get a word out.

Derek now brought her over to one of the rows of poppies, and bent down to show the young brunette the inside of the flower. She too bent down, and smelled its lovely fragrance. Lost in the moment, Derek's large erection gently tapped Bonnie's tummy as he brushed by her, much to her surprise. "Oh, oh my goodness!" she shrieked. 

"I'm so sorry madam," Derek said. Bonnie found him harmless, and was enjoying the blatant display of male nudity. 

"Oh, don't worry about it," she said, waving her hand. 

Derek made good use of all the knowledge he had acquired while building up Dawn's breathtaking garden, and he seemed to have a little story behind each flower that was selected for display.

"Well...you are indeed very knowledgeable," Bonnie gushed. "I can see why Dawn hired you as her gardener." 

Dawn, and even Derek, suddenly had smirks on their faces. Bonnie realized the humor in what she had just said.

"Although I can see other parts of your resume that may have caught her attention," she said, openly staring at his lengthy wang. He now gently wagged his hips from side to side, waving his big erection for Bonnie. "That is something," she said with a laugh. 

Dawn didn't let Derek goof off for long. She quickly instructed him to continue Bonnie's tour of the grounds.

"Oooo, Derek, your birds, you must show Bonnie," the regal woman requested. 

"Ah, yes, all award winners," he replied. "The California quail - otherwise known as Lophortyx Californica..."

God, he had a fancy term for everything, Bonnie thought to herself.

"Also known as the valley quail, this beautiful bird became the official state bird in 1931," he said. "A widely distributed and prized game bird, it is known for its hardiness and adaptability. It's plump, gray-colored and smaller than a pigeon, the California quail sports a downward curving black plume on top of its head and black bib with white stripe under the beak - well, let me show you."

Derek led the two women out of the garden and through a narrow walkway in between two shrubberies. Bonnie glanced down at his big bouncing erection, seemingly getting harder and bigger the longer he kept the women's company. He must really enjoy being naked in front of us, Bonnie realized, and why shouldn't he? He had a lot to show off.

Bonnie tried to soak in the atmosphere. It was almost surreal - the flowers, the sunshine, beautiful green grass, and a totally naked man talking to two clothed women. It's only natural, Bonnie thought to herself, this is the way it should be.

"Just a little ways further," he told them, as they continued their walk. The yard seemed to go on forever. As they quickened their pace, Bonnie glanced down to notice Derek's massive member and its pendulous swing between his thighs. Because he was in a full state of arousal, his erection made his penis bounce against his thighs even more heartily.

She licked her lips as she imagined giving it a taste. Derek went about showing his guests the vast array of birds that he had in captivity, and reached down into one of the cages and picked up what looked like a small quail. It appeared totally content in his hand. 

As he picked up the bird and bent down, his hardened penis flopped around without constraint, and Bonnie smiled at its natural swaying movements. The appearance of the three created a stark contrast - the two women looking casual in their sun dresses, and the man not covered by anything, completely nude and on display.

"Ah- the California Valley Quail, the official state bird. Flocks number from a few to 60 or more in the fall and winter months," Derek began, speaking of the breed of bird he held softly in his hand. "But in the spring," he went on, "they break into pairs." 

"Oh how romantic," Bonnie chimed in. Derek laughed, and continued. "They nest in hollows scratched in the ground and concealed by foliage," he explained, "and their eggs, six to 28 in number, are creamy white and thickly spotted with golden brown."

The women enjoyed the background info, but somewhat found it difficult to add anything to the conversation. Their minds were elsewhere. 

"Well you are just a fountain of information aren't you," Bonnie said. Derek explained more about California's official state bird, but Dawn's attention span had worn thin.

"Now see I don't understand why the state bird of California isn't the pecker," she interrupted. Bonnie giggled like a schoolgirl at the word's silly double meaning. Derek just shook his head.

"No, I'm serious," Dawn persisted. "There's peckers all over the place here."

"Big ones I might add," Bonnie added. She was being more brazen than usual. 

"Peckers just love my house," Dawn went on. 

"And some of them also seem to migrate outside," Bonnie continued. The joke would not end.

"Are there actually peckers in California?" Bonnie asked, trying to humor Derek a bit as she saw he was losing his patience with the women's silly sense of humor. 

"Well I can see Bonnie is at least trying to be serious," the naked man said. "The most remarkable fact concerning this species," my dear Bonnie, he began, "is the peculiar manner in which it stores acorns. The thick bark of large sugar and other pines has been seen completely riddled with small holes. A section of a partly decayed oak limb, three feet two inches long and five and one-half inches in diameter, contained 255 holes. Each hole is intended to hold a single acorn. The acorns fit quite accurately, are driven in point foremost, and are not readily extracted - "

"Okay Derek that's all well and good, but dear me, show Bonnie your trick," Dawn demanded. "You mean...the trick?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "The trick."

"Okay, okay, let me see," Derek said. He was getting his bearings. 

"What's going on? What's he going to do?" Bonnie asked. 

"Oh relax," Dawn told her visitor. "You'll get a kick out of this."

Derek then began making a unique bird call, only building the suspense even more. Suddenly, a small bird soared out of the sky, nearly hitting Bonnie in the head, causing her to jump. She was very startled, but Derek braced her and told her it was okay, and the bird that had swooped in gracefully kept flapping its wings, and then settled gracefully on Derek. And it settled on a particular part of his anatomy, a very large part that stuck out so straight and sturdy that it looked like a perfectly good place for a bird to land.

"Oh my God!" Bonnie said, half amused and also half amazed at what she was looking at. The bird just perched itself on Derek's giant cock.

"What a lovely perch it is," Dawn joked. Bonnie's mouth was still wide open in shock. The bird cooed for a second, then went right back to simply perching on Derek's lengthy cock, awaiting further instruction.

Usually quails perched themselves on a person's shoulder, but Derek had trained this one to do otherwise, much to the amusement of the two women.

"Now if you could get two on there that would be the real trick," Bonnie said. 

"Don't encourage him," Dawn answered, laughing without constraint. 

"Say no more," Derek said to Bonnie, and there it was, another quail perching itself right next to the first one. Bonnie held her head in her hands, laughing hysterically at the sight. She suppressed a chuckle just long enough to offer a question.

"Did you train them to do anything else besides land on your dick?" she struggled to get out. Derek nodded affirmatively, and began plotting his next move. The show wasn't over.

Derek snapped his fingers and called to the birds, and they both obediently flew off his lengthy erection, causing his big cock to bounce up and down. Bonnie couldn't help but reach out and caress his big dick, and then she playfully pushed it down and let it go to make it bob up and down even more.




Stranded Pt. 02



Derek again instructed the birds, seemingly sharing a secret language with them. The women were blown away by all this. The quails flew away for a minute as the women anticipated their next move.

Suddenly they re-appeared, flapping their wings away and dropping down onto Derek's shoulders. Each of the quails had a beautiful red rose in its mouth, and Derek took the roses and gave one to each of the women.

"Unbelievable," Bonnie said as she took her prize. Dawn had seen this type of thing before. 

"I just picked these yesterday," Derek said of the long-stem beauties. "I left them in a small pile over on the picnic table. My quails know just where to go to get them."

Bonnie smelled the rose, enjoying its fragrance, and she stared into Derek's gorgeous blue eyes for a few moments until the quails once again stole the show. They left Derek's shoulders and went right back to their amusing perch.

"And they go right back on his dick," Bonnie said with a laugh. The two birds looked content, not showing any sign of wanting to fly away.

"They really seem to like your big prick," Bonnie said casually, and then she put her hand over her mouth, as if to say 'oh my goodness, look at what I just said!' She was being so crude and naughty! Around Jake, she might let a dirty word slip every now and then, but here, it was part of her normal behavior now.

"How did you train them to fetch things?" Bonnie asked. The birds flew away one final time and returned to their cage. Derek began chatting with the women, telling Bonnie the secrets behind his magic.

"You just need small treat rewards - seeds work well - and a toy your bird can pick up with his beak," he said. "You have to allow the bird to first handle the toy you choose to use the training - 

"We should hang a birdhouse from that prick of yours," Dawn said, again interrupting the gardener. 

"Oh that would be too funny," Bonnie added.

"How did you train them to land on your uh, lengthy Johnson there?" Bonnie asked curiously. Derek shrugged his shoulders.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't have to teach them that," he said. "They just did it."

The two women again erupted into laugher, looking at each other, and then Derek's huge penis, and giggling uncontrollably. "I guess it just looked like a good place to land," Bonnie said laughingly. 

The three walked back into the garden, and again enjoyed the vast array of flowers they were treated with.

"Those are beautiful birds Derek, I must say, I can see why they are award winners," Bonnie went on. Derek had held something in for a while but couldn't any longer.

"And I must say my darling, those limbs of yours are award winners," he said. Bonnie's short sun dress showed off those nice tan legs quite well, and every now and then a light breeze would come through and gently lift her skirt even higher, giving Derek a quick view of her thighs.

"Oh thank you," Bonnie said, blushing slightly. "May I be so bold as to ask you to have a seat on that bench, and pull up that beautiful dress of yours just long enough to see what I imagine must be just spectacular thighs," Derek requested politely. Bonnie looked at Dawn nervously.

"Oh sweetie, show 'em your thighs," Dawn told her guest. Bonnie hesitantly sat down, and hiked up her dress a bit, and crossed one leg over the other. Her big, perfectly-rounded tan thighs caused Derek to groan, simply making him long for them even more. He so desperately wanted to kiss them, put his face in between them - but he quickly calmed down, realizing she was a married woman and he didn't want to scare her off. 

"They're magnificent," Derek said. 

"Derek here's a leg man," Dawn told Bonnie. "And he's also a photographer."

"Oh really?" Bonnie asked. 

"Yep," Dawn answered. "Along with being a gardener and a bird lover, a bird trainer, and having an enormous dick (Bonnie winced and smiled at the same time, she was still caught off guard every now and then by Dawn's crude language when it came to the male anatomy, but she did enjoy it), Derek is also a photographer."

"A man of many talents," Bonnie smiled. 

"I would LOVE to photograph you," Derek said to Bonnie. 

"Uh, I don't know if my husband would like that," she answered, pulling her skirt back down and returning to her feet. 

"Oh he doesn't mean nude sweetie," Dawn explained. "Just some glamour shots."

"And some with those gorgeous legs of yours predominantly featured," he added. Bonnie felt a little bit more comfortable now, and couldn't help but think she would in fact like to see Derek again. 

"What would I be wearing?" she asked. 

"You could dress just like you are now," he told her. "I could shoot you in a variety of outfits."

Bonnie again looked at Dawn with a naughty smile, and she began getting excited when thinking about being the center of Derek's attention, him eyeing her up and taking provocative shots of her in all different poses.

"So you want to shoot me?" Bonnie asked the man. 

"Definitely," he answered without hesitation.

"Naked?" she asked. 

"No sweetie," Dawn jumped in, "you don't have to be nude."

"No, no, no," Bonnie said. "I mean, Derek, are you going to be naked?" 

Derek, for the first time, was the one with the look of astonishment. He was taken off guard by Bonnie's sudden request. Even Dawn was surprised.

"Well usually, my dear, I wear clothes when I shoot at my studio," he said. Bonnie groaned out of disappointment. 

"Oh, I...I don't like that at all," she said, sitting back down on the bench and crossing her legs to show off her legs to Derek. "If you want to shoot me," Bonnie began, "I demand you be nude for the shoot."

Dawn was loving it. It was as if she was rubbing off a little bit more on Bonnie each day. "Well then I will be naked," Derek said. "I have no problem with that." 

"You better not," Bonnie fired back. A gentle breeze blew through the garden again, creating an even deeper feeling of relaxation. "When do you want to shoot me?" Bonnie asked, casually tapping her foot up and down. Derek found himself lost in a trance for a moment, staring at Bonnie's legs. His penis throbbed, causing it to bob a little bit. "Does it move up and down when you are having a thought?" Bonnie asked. Dawn chuckled. 

Bonnie pulled her sandals off, stuck one of her legs out and began gently rubbing Derek's thigh with her foot. This was only making his massive erection throb even more, and as Bonnie saw the result of her rubbing, she did it more persistently, openly staring at his penis as she saw a stream of pre-come shining on the huge head of his member.

"I really like your cock," Bonnie cooed. Derek was now flexing his huge thigh muscles, and thrusting outward as he imagined fucking the gorgeous woman sitting before him. Suddenly, and without warning, a thick white stream shot out of his long erection and landed on Bonnie's right leg. She jumped back in shock. She didn't realize what had happened. Derek hadn't even touched himself, and Bonnie was merely rubbing his thigh, but the sight of her legs, and all the teasing by the two women, had built up a load of come that simply had to be released. Derek's cock was firing away, without any physical stimulation. It appeared like an unmanned cannon, firing away one load after another.

"Ha! My goodness," Bonnie marveled. Another stream of come shot from his penis, again landing on Bonnie's upper leg, and as she now realized what she had done, she was proud of her efforts. "Ooo, come for me baby, shoot that big load all over these sexy legs," she demanded. Dawn came over and grabbed Derek's big prick, arcing it upwards in an attempt to shoot his come higher into the air and onto Bonnie, but she misjudged her aim, and a big shot of come hit Derek in the chin, causing the two women to explode.

"You made him shoot himself," Bonnie laughed. Dawn brought his penis back down, and a fourth shot of come hit her in the stomach. Now, every one of them had been hit by Derek's ample seed. Dawn stroked his cock a few more times, coaxing a little bit more come out before he groaned to signify the end of a massive climax.

"I'm sorry ladies," he said, as his huge organ now hung down between his legs in a more relaxed state. "I don't know what got into me."

"You don't have to apologize for that," Bonnie said, now standing before him and rubbing his shoulder. "That was something else." 

Dawn gave Derek a nice pat on his cute butt, and said "I thought your birds were something, but that cock of yours, my God sweetie."

Dawn and her guest left the garden with big smiles, already chatting about what had taken place. "Did you see all that come?" Bonnie asked in awe. 

"I think he really likes you," Dawn answered. They now returned to the picnic table where Bonnie had met Candace and Elsa earlier in the afternoon. "You had him eating out of the palm of your hand!" Dawn went on. 

"Yeah, that was kind of fun," Bonnie answered. Dawn poured them each a glass of red wine. 

"Seriously, hon, you'll have him kneeling down and kissing your ass just like Carrie has all these guys doing," Dawn told her friend. Bonnie giggled innocently, yet she could sense a certain amount of power she had over the man. And she was beginning to enjoy it. Dawn decided to show Bonnie more of the grounds, and they passed by the garden and a huge row of trees, and what came into view was astonishing.

"Oh my God," Bonnie marveled. It was a full-length basketball court, side-by-side with a full-length tennis court. "This place is unbelievable," Bonnie said. The two women walked over to see two young men playing basketball. They did in fact have clothes on, and were in the process of a competitive game, not able to take much time out to chat with Dawn and her guest. The two men were awfully tall, Bonnie noted. They were both from Africa, Dawn told Bonnie, and had become good friends with Dawn a few years back. How she came in contact with them in the first place, Bonnie did not know at the time. The two men would stop by the mansion every now and then, particularly for parties. But on this day, they took advantage of the private court in the spacious back yard.

They both spoke English, but had thick accents. Bonnie could only make out half of what they shouted back at each other during their game. Dawn and her guest took a seat on the lush lawn surrounding the two courts, and watched the men play hoops. The two men wore tank tops, and incredibly long and baggy shorts - they were almost pants, hanging down below their knees. "Their shorts are so long," Bonnie said. Dawn smirked.

"They are both soooo good," Dawn told her. "When they came over from Africa, they didn't even know what basketball was - and now they're playing in a men's league. It's just incredible."

Bonnie was just about to ask Dawn more about Akeem and Malik, but just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the basketball bouncing right towards her. With good reflexes, she quickly snagged the ball before it could hit Dawn, who wasn't even paying attention. 

"So sorry," one of the men said as he jogged over to retrieve the ball. 

"Don't worry about it...mind if I try?" Bonnie asked as she got to her feet. She did play some basketball growing up, and the two men had no trouble letting her interrupt their game momentarily to take a shot. They also liked checking her out - one of the men was kind of obvious about it, sneaking behind her to get a look at her ass.

Bonnie went up to the painted foul line - the court was complete with regulation measurements and everything, and with no hesitation, she sank the shot right through. 

"Wow," Dawn marveled. "You made it look easy."

The two men congratulated the pretty brunette, and asked her to play some more. Bonnie made obvious note to them that she was wearing a sun dress and sandals - not exactly a good outfit for a game of basketball. "She'll play with you some other time," Dawn said. "Come on, dear, let's get going."

"They seem nice," Bonnie said. Again, Dawn gave her a smirk, like there was something about them Bonnie didn't know. 

"They uh...(laugh), oh, I'll tell you some other time," the host said. "They're a whole other story."

Before Bonnie could persist in finding out more about the two African men, she was distracted by the sound of tennis rackets smacking a ball back and forth. 

"Oh, Monica and her step brother are here," Dawn said gladly. "Let's go chat." Bonnie found it so interesting that people came and went as they pleased at this place. She figured she would be just as gracious with her friends if she owned such a place, but still, she was sometimes caught off guard by all of these different people roaming the grounds.

"Hello Monica!" Dawn shouted across the court. 

"Oh hi Aunt Dawn!" the young woman shouted back. Monica was no relation to Dawn, but called her 'aunt' because of a tight bond the two had forged over recent years. Bonnie figured Monica to be really young - she was a cute, perky blonde who wasn't afraid to show off her body. The girl was wearing a rather tight top hugged her ample breasts, but somehow that top - and the bra underneath - couldn't keep her massive jugs from bouncing almost every time she fired the ball across the court.

Monica was having the upper hand in the game with her step brother, and enjoying it. "Wow, she has a lot of spirit," Bonnie said to Dawn. Monica was obviously a skilled tennis player, moving all over the court and firing a serve that young Brian had trouble just getting a racket on. 

"She's an amazing athlete," Dawn said. "She wins a lot of area tournaments. Her step brother isn't bad either, but she is just so good..."

"How old is he?" Bonnie asked of the young, scrawny lad. 

"I believe he just turned 18 - yeah, he's a young'un," Dawn told her.

Even though she had just become familiar with Monica and Brian, Bonnie could already sense an overbearing hold Monica had over the boy. The 23-year-old took great pride in bossing him around, but he in turn had no problem with such treatment. He seemed to like tagging along with the young beauty.

"Your sis is giving you a good licking there young man," Bonnie said to him in between serves. Brian looked over, and replied "yeah, she's really good. She played college tennis at - "

And then WHAM. Before he could finish his last sentence, Brian was nailed in the groin by a fast-moving serve. At least it did bounce first.

He fell to the ground in obvious pain, moaning and grabbing his family jewels. Monica burst out laughing, like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Something about a guy getting hit in the nuts almost always makes a girl laugh.

Even Dawn and Bonnie, who felt bad for the young man, suppressed chuckles that were hard to hold back. 

"God I hit him right in the balls," Monica said as she came running over. 

"Yes you did," Dawn said, half scolding her and half amused by the whole thing. 

"Sorry buddy, I didn't mean to hit you in the balls," Monica said, as Brian's pain relented. He now sat up. "I didn't know he wasn't ready - I just served it and wham, right in the balls."

"Ouch," Brian said calmly, starting to feel more like himself again. The women giggled. 

"Are you okay sweetie?" Bonnie asked. Brian nodded, and finally got to his feet. 

"Sorry about your balls," Monica apologized again. The young girl impatiently batted her racket on her hand over and over again, waiting to get the game going again. She realized Brian was going to need a few moments to compose himself, so she took a seat on the court. Monica looked so sporty with her pigtail, and her knee-high tube socks with green rings going around them at the top.

"You're really good," Bonnie commented to her. 

"Oh, thanks, I've played since I was seven," she replied. "I just use this dork for practice," she said, pointing to Brian. 

"I'm not a dork, you're a dork," he said in a childish way. They acted like typical siblings. 

"You are a DORK," she said, overemphasizing the last word. He kicked at the court a bit. 

"So...do you play here a lot?" Bonnie asked Monica. 

"Oh yeah, I love it here," she said. "I've been friends with Dawn for what, five or six years now?" Dawn nodded in the affirmative. Bonnie began to wonder if young Monica knew what type of male help that Dawn had roaming around her mansion. Well she must know, she pondered, but she didn't really want to bring it up with her. She let it slide for the moment.

"Well...how are your balls?" she asked Brian coarsely. 

"I'm fine. Ready for a rematch?" he asked confidently. She waved her hand at him, as if to say 'yeah, whatever.' The two went back to playing. Monica's nice round butt bounced so seductively in her tight, gray cotton shorts. She wore them specifically to tease young Brian. The shorts were so tiny and slight they were almost panties. Bonnie and Dawn began to wander back to the house, but Bonnie found it necessary to go say goodbye to Akeem and Malik.

"You seem really taken by them," Dawn said to her guest. 

"They just seem so nice...and interesting," Bonnie answered. "I've never met anybody from Africa before."

"Oh, they're interesting alright," Dawn said. "If you want, the next time I'm here, we can take them on in a friendly game of hoops. It'll be a hoot."

"Uh, yeah, sure, that sounds fun," Bonnie answered. They finally made it back up to the picnic tables, and took a relaxing seat. Dawn went to fetch Mario and demanded he bring them drinks. The naked butler returned with a couple of special martinis, and kissed Bonnie on the hand while giving her a compliment in Italian. 

"Come here you big hunk of a man," Bonnie teased, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him over. She casually lifted up his hefty, hanging penis, and without permission or request, began stroking him to a full erection. 

"Where is your husband?" Mario asked the young brunette. "Oh, sometimes he gets to watch me be naughty, sometimes he doesn't," she said very sexily. "That is hot," the butler told her. She smiled seductively, and licked her lips as she eyed Mario's massive appendage. 

"God look at you just nonchalantly stroking his cock," Dawn marveled. 

"That's what it's there for," Bonnie replied. She eyed his penis with great focus, stroking up and down persistently and with purpose. 

"I'd ask you if you need any help but you seem to have it pretty much under control," Dawn told her friend. Mario groaned with pleasure every few seconds, enjoying the treatment he was getting from the young wife.

"You have such a big dick," Bonnie said openly. She was really enjoying herself, her strokes so vigorous that Dawn could hear them a few feet away. The sun shined right down on the display, only making his cock loom even larger and Bonnie's manipulation of it seem that much more lude and inappropriate. This wasn't usually what people did at picnic tables.

"Wow, I am really working this cock," Bonnie said as she crossed her legs. "You gonna shoot this big cock for me stud? You gonna fire this big gun for me?" Mario didn't answer. He just gave her what she wanted. He released a huge arc of sperm that glittered in the air for just a split second before splashing down on the top of Bonnie's left breast. "Oh you bad boy," she said. "Gimme more, shoot that big monster prick of yours." 

Dawn almost turned away laughing - she couldn't believe the monster she had created with young Bonnie. Mario gave Bonnie another thick stream of come, this one landing on the bottom of her skirt. She kept stroking and stroking, as Mario's juicy white come lubricated her hands and made it even easier for her to stroke his huge shaft. 

"That is the second time I've been drenched today," she said with a naughty smile that was becoming quite a familiar look of hers. She actually bent down and gave his huge cock head a kiss. It was as if she was thanking it for the joy it brought her. Mario retreated back into the mansion, and Dawn teasingly asked her friend what had come over her.




Stranded Pt. 02



"I think it was the gardener," she said. "I was watching that big dick flop all over the place and I never got to put my hands on it! He just came without me even getting to play with it. Mario was just in the right place at the right time."

"Well I'm sure you'll get to have as much fun with Derek as you want when he shoots you," Dawn said. Bonnie chuckled at the pun her friend had just unknowingly made. 

"Shoots me? With his camera or his cock?" she asked. 

Dawn roared in laughter, and replied "well, with his camera, the other way is up to you."

Bonnie pondered away blissfully, imagining the type of fun she could have with him, especially with having him all to herself.

"He did look...bigger than the other men," Bonnie said hesitantly to Dawn. 

"Oh he is, Derek is definitely a muscle man," Dawn said as she looked out into the distance. 

"No I...you know what I mean," Bonnie said with a big smile. Dawn looked over at her friend. Teasing her friend, she wanted Bonnie to have to come out and say exactly what she was referring to. "I mean his dick," Bonnie said. "It looked even bigger than Oscar's, or even Mario's." 

Dawn just nodded. "Well is he?" Bonnie asked her host. 

"How should I know?" Dawn said, playing dumb. "Ask him if you can measure it." 

Bonnie's head dropped. She was now a little embarrassed. "I can't do that," she said. 

"Why not?" Dawn fired back. "I'm sure he'll be flattered." Bonnie was still feeling a little bashful now about the whole thing. Every now and then, she reverted back to the shy little housewife that Jake had brought to the mansion months back.

"I'm not gonna ask the guy if I can measure his penis," Bonnie said with a laugh. 

"Why not? He's gonna have it on full display for you." Bonnie waved her hand at her friend. 

"Oh, he's not gonna be naked," Bonnie said. Dawn looked at her funny. "He knows I was only kidding about that right?" Bonnie said. 

Dawn couldn't believe this change of

events. "Bonnie darling, you and I both know you weren't kidding when you told him he had to be naked," Dawn said. "Believe me, he's gonna be bare-ass naked when you go over there. Wouldn't be surprised if he answers the door naked."

Bonnie started to get a little moist between her legs just thinking of that sight. She was so grateful to Dawn for introducing her to such a specimen, and began wondering how in fact the rich woman came in contact with such a fellow. 

"Tell me the truth, Dawn, did you hire Derek because of his passion for flowers and birds, or did you hire him because of the size of his penis?" she asked, wanting an honest answer.

"To tell you the truth, sweetie, it was both," she began. She took a deep breath. "Well if you must know Derek's back story my dear, I'll tell you that he is the one holdover from when my husband lived here with me at the mansion."

"I see," Bonnie said, crossing her legs and settling into her seat for this story. "Derek...was such a talented gardener. He created such an atmosphere here, which really helped take my mind off what was a really rocky marriage at the time. The garden he created was a way for me to escape, and the soft sound of his birds, chirping in the morning...ahh. Just breathtaking..."

Bonnie coughed.

"Uh, and his huge...?" she asked. "How did that come into the picture?"

"Oh," Dawn smiled. "Well, yes. Sensing my trouble, Derek began to be more...he began to be there for me more often - comforting me, giving me massages on occasion, cheering me up with a bouquet...wearing provocative clothing."

"Wearing provocative clothing?" Bonnie asked curiously. "Derek would start doing his gardening without a shirt, and with these tight white shorts that left nothing to the imagination."

"Oh my goodness," Bonnie said. The moistness was returning again between her thighs.

"Ah, the bulge he had in those shorts," Dawn gushed. "It looked like his dick went all the way down his thigh. I would just lick my lips looking at that thing, and before you knew it he kind of caught on that I was captivated by it."

"Did he whip it out for you?" Bonnie asked with a chuckle. The question wasn't as silly as Bonnie thought. 

"Well, sort of," Dawn said. "You have to keep in mind I wasn't as outgoing with men back then as I am now - I was practically like you," she explained. Bonnie smiled.

"I was a little bit shy back then, but I did in fact want him to know I was interested," she said. "I remember - " Dawn started cracking up.

"What? What is it?" Bonnie asked. Dawn composed herself. 

"I remember asking him if the shorts he was wearing were uncomfortable," she said. 

"And what did he say?" Bonnie asked. 

"He said they were kind of tight," Dawn went on, "and I persisted and said it looked like he could barely fit into them."

"Oh my God," Bonnie said. She was loving this. 

"I was just staring at his crotch at this point, and I told him if he liked, he could take the shorts off if he wanted to," Dawn recalled.

"Ho-o-ly shit," Bonnie said. "You have a lot more guts than me."

Dawn was caught up reminiscing in her head, and had to be snapped out of it. "So what did he do?" Bonnie asked. 

"Oh he was hesitant at first - partly because he felt weird getting naked in someone's back yard, but I got through to him there was absolutely no one around," Dawn told her friend. "And the other thing of course was being nude in front of someone's wife."

"Oh of course," Bonnie said. 

"But I convinced him," Dawn said triumphantly. "I just told him, 'Derek, I really want to see you naked.' And he finally gave in."

Bonnie wished she could have been there. "What did you think when you first saw that monster just flop out of those shorts?" Bonnie asked with a big smile. 

"Oh sweetie, it was more like it sprang out," Dawn said. "I think I must have gotten him really excited, because that thing was as hard as our marble countertops."

Bonnie burst out laughing.

"I'm serious, sweetie, I don't know how he fit that thing in those tiny shorts in the first place," she said. "From that day on I demanded he be nude for me. I couldn't wait to get out of bed every morning and go see him in the garden. That's right around the time I started getting my clothing line together and started feeling better about myself. After the divorce, I simply had to keep Derek around."

"So was it Derek that spurred on your fascination of men that have...," Bonnie began. Dawn waited for her to finish.

"Really big dicks?" Bonnie finished with a laugh. 

"I think that would be fair to say," Dawn said. "Yes, absolutely. I think that's fair to say. Derek was my only help when I first inherited the mansion, and pretty much every man I hired from that point on was..."

"Hung like a horse?" Bonnie asked. "Uh, yeah," Dawn admitted. 

"I wish I could have been there for the interview process," Bonnie went on. She did in fact want to hear more of how she went about seeing each man in the nude before she officially hired them for help, but it was starting to get late, and Bonnie best thought she should head home. She also felt there was something else about Dawn's relationship with her ex-husband, something that remained hidden to this point. Bonnie would make a startling discovery in those regards at a later time, but right now it was time to go home.

Chapter 8

Bonnie pulled her car in just after dark, and saw that Jake had already arrived home. She went into the family room and plopped down on the sofa exhausted. Jake strolled in to greet her.

"Ugh, I am pooped," the wife said. "What a long day. How was bowling?"

"Oh, fun," Jake answered. "I bowled a 221 the one game - my lifetime high."

"Ooo, that's great hon," Bonnie said. There was a momentary silence. 

"How was Dawn's?" Jake asked. Bonnie hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something to say. 

"Oh, it was okay," she said. 

"Just okay?" Jake asked with a laugh. "No interesting stories?" he questioned, wanting to hear of her adventures. Jake would have loved to hear of Bonnie's encounter with the gardener, but she was too shy to let him know about him just yet. And she felt a little guilty in having already made plans to meet him at his place.

"You know what? It was pretty tame," Bonnie said. "To tell you the truth, I didn't see one naked guy there. Can you believe it?"

Actually, Jake couldn't. "What, was all her help on vacation or something?" he asked. 

"Must have been," she answered. "I met two very nice women - Elsa and Candace, and ooo, Candace is having a baby and naming her Saona if it's a girl. What a lovely name! And uh, oh, I met this really nice midget - well I shouldn't say midget but, well, he is a midget, but he's a very nice man named Eric, and he was soooo funny. Um, oh, and there was a nice brother and sister pair playing tennis, and a couple African men playing basketball at Dawn's whom I met - sweetie, you wouldn't believe the basketball and tennis courts she has in her backyard. Her backyard! They're amazing."

She was rambling, and Jake found it kind of amusing. He could sense something happened at Dawn's, that his wife had been a naughty girl. But he let her go on with her story.

"Oh and I met Dawn's gardener - really nice guy," she said. "He showed us these beautiful flowers, and these birds, oh my God he has these birds that fetch anything he wants," she went on. 

"Really?" Jake asked. 

"Yeah, and they both land on his p-...perch, this perch he has set up for them," she said, almost slipping.

"Was he naked?" Jake asked openly. 

"Oh no-no-no," Bonnie answered. "He was just a plain old gardener - "

"Old?" Jake asked. 

"No, not old, like, a little older than us, but just a regular gardener. You know - he had on his gardening...smock, and everything," Bonnie said, a bit flustered.

'Smock? What the heck was she talking about?' Jake thought. 

Bonnie composed herself. "You know not every guy that works at Dawn's struts around naked, sweetie," she said. She was lying out of her teeth at this point.

"And honey, he's also a photographer," Bonnie went on. "And get this - he wants to photograph me!"

"Really?" Jake asked, interested. 

"Yeah, he loves my legs," she said. Jake looked down at her legs, now even more golden tan from being out in the sun that afternoon. 

"They are amazing," Jake said. 

"So...is that okay sweetie? That I go to his place next Saturday for him to shoot me?" the wife asked.

"Yeah, I don't mind," Jake said. Bonnie's face lit up with a smile. "Can I come along?" Jake asked. 

"Oh...," Bonnie answered, realizing her plan had hit a momentary snag. "Um, I'd rather you not, honey," she said. 

"Well why not?" Jake asked in a sad tone. 

"I'll just...I'll feel weird," she said. "Like you'll make me nervous. This is the first time I've ever done something like this so I'd rather go alone."

"I see," Jake answered. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

Bonnie rushed over and hugged her husband. Saturday was about to arrive in a hurry.

Chapter 9

It had been a normal week, except for Bonnie doing a few more Jane Fonda workouts than normal. She wanted her body, especially her legs, to look better than ever.

On the big day, Jake heard Bonnie fishing around for something in the closet, and went to see what all the racket was.

"Honey, do we have a tape measure?" she asked, frustrated she couldn't find one. 

"Uh, yeah, it's right up here," he answered, wondering what it was for.

"I have to take it to Derek's," she said. "I have a bunch of different outfits and I might have to take some measurements and..."

She kind of trailed off after that, not really explaining what the tape measure was for. But Derek shrugged it off. When he got a good look at his wife, he saw that you could easily make out her nipples in the tight, gray tank top she was wearing. The white shorts she had on also came up really high, but her boobs were practically hanging right out. They were covered only by a flimsy gray top, almost teasing any guy that had looked at her - like you wanted to just rip that top right off, but couldn't. 

"Sweetie, I can really see your tits," Jake said. 

"Can you?" she asked, playing dumb. 

"Are you...wearing a bra?" he asked. 

"I wasn't going to - not for the shoot," she said. It was obvious she wanted to show off for Derek. 

"You look beautiful, hon," he told his wife. She gave him a big kiss on the lips, and the two headed out to their cars. Bonnie took the car, and Jake climbed into his jeep - on this day, it had the top down.

Jake had told a white lie to Bonnie and said he was going bowling again, but he had every intention of following her and seeing what antics she had planned for the afternoon. 'Stalking my own wife?' he thought to himself. He let his wife pull out first, and carefully drove behind her. 

Once they got to the interstate, it was a little easier to follow her. He kept a close distance, but let a few cars get in between them just so she wouldn't see him trailing. He didn't really have a plan of attack for when he arrived at Derek's - he didn't even know if he would get to see anything.

He saw Bonnie put on her right blinker - "oh shit, she's getting off. This must be it," Jake realized. Now it got interesting. He had to be able to stay close behind her - because he didn't know where she might turn, and yet he couldn't let her see his jeep. He was trying to stay as far behind as possible, and way up ahead he saw her make a right. "Shit," he said. Jake coasted up to a STOP sign, didn't see anybody coming, so he blew right through it. He had never done anything like that. 'I must really want to see what Bonnie's up to,' he thought to himself.

He made the right turn that Bonnie made, and saw her pull up to a nice-sized house up on the corner. It was the only house around. Sort of out in the middle of nowhere. Almost like there was just a couple of roads and the one house inserted into the middle of the wilderness. But if the guy's a gardener, he must love this, Jake realized.

Jake saw Bonnie park at the house, and he quickly did a K-turn and retreated. He figured he had to park somewhere hidden. He went up the road a piece, and parked his car in the grass, off to the side. "That should do it," he said. He felt like James Bond sneaking around like this. He began walking through the woods in order to take a shortcut up to the house, and all of a sudden - SPLASH! Jake fell into a hidden creek, the long grass making it hard to make out. He fell in up to his neck, and almost like a knee-jerk reaction, he quickly pushed himself up out of the water and onto the grass. But the damage was done. He was soaked.

"Fuck," he said. "That's just fuckin' great." But he wasn't going to stop now. He saw the back of the house just up ahead, and he carefully tip-toed through the woods and tried to scurry around the house and looked for a window. He started getting butterflies in his stomach, but he had to go through with it. He wanted to see Bonnie in action, if in fact she was being a little naughty girl behind his back. 

Jake snuck up to every window, but he kept striking out. There was nothing to see. Finally, he heard Bonnie's rich, jovial laughter. He went to the next window, carefully brought his head around to look through, peered around for a second, and then his heart started racing.

He gasped. There was Bonnie, sitting on a sofa, next to a completely naked guy. The man's penis was lying on his right leg, the leg closest to Bonnie, and it looked like a long, fat snake. They were just chatting away, drinking wine, acting as if it were a typical afternoon engagement. Only one big difference - the guy was completely naked!

"Oh my God," Jake said quietly. The husband suddenly had an enormous erection. "Oh my God, he's completely fucking naked," Jake said to himself. He couldn't hear what Bonnie and Derek were saying, he could only watch. Bonnie seemed captivated by her host, letting out a big, rich laugh after almost everything he said, and sometimes slapping her knee as well. Derek eventually got up and walked out of the room, his huge floppy penis bouncing about like a frog on a frying pan. "Jesus that thing is huge...and he's fucking naked!" Jake whispered. The husband now had his hand on his cock, rubbing himself while watching his wife. 'My wife is being photographed by some naked guy, and she lied to me!' he realized. Jake loved it. He had heard of exhibitionist and voyeur stories involving wives, but he never thought it would be this good. 

Derek had walked back into the room, and began showing Bonnie some photo albums. He was probably showing Bonnie the other women he had shot, to see if she liked the poses. His horse-like penis was right at her eye level, within inches of her face, and she just looked at it without shame, and now she stared at it for a couple seconds. 

"Oh God," Jake said, now reaching into his pants. Bonnie and her male friend were still chatting away, and then suddenly she gestured to his penis, and smiled. Derek took a step back and swung his penis around for her, much to her delight - she had this big smile on her face from ear to ear. The guy started doing a special trick with his huge schlong, swinging it around as if it were a propeller on a 747. "How can he swing that frickin' thing around?" Jake thought to himself. "The thing looks like it weighs 10 pounds for Christ's sake."

Just then, Jake got really startled. He felt something squirming around in his pocket. He jumped, and then reached in his pocket and pulled out a tiny frog that quickly leapt out of his hands and down into the dirt. 

"Ugh, from when I fell in the creek I guess," he realized. Now he could get back to the show, but again the husband was startled. Suddenly there was blasting music - 'Stayin' Alive' was booming through the house, and the guy was dancing around naked for Bonnie, flexing his huge muscles and flopping around his monster wiener. There was Bonnie, clapping and rooting him on.

Jake even heard her shout "Wooo!" over the blaring music.

When the song was over, Bonnie was clapping non-stop. The two sat down on the sofa again, and Jake saw Bonnie fishing through her purse. "What is she getting?" Jake thought. Bonnie pulled out something, and began reeling it out. It was a tape measure. "Oh God," Jake said, now pulling his cock out and stroking it right out in the open. He was publicly masturbating - he couldn't believe it! He still tried to remain inconspicuous, and watch the show. 

Bonnie was measuring Derek's big biceps - each one of them, and then she got down on one knee and measured his thighs, again, taking time to measure each one. She marveled how big they were. They looked like tree trunks. 

Bonnie was just shaking her head, and because of her attention and soft hands probing his body, Derek had an enormous erection that demanded to be noticed. It stuck way out in front of him, and with Bonnie still kneeling down before it, almost as if she were genuflecting to it, she shook her head in amazement, and playfully batted his penis, making it bounce around. 

"That thing is fucking huge," Jake whispered, still stroking his own cock. 

Bonnie laughed as she made Derek's enormous penis bounce all over the place, and now she did it again - she was playing with his giant boner. She now batted it back and forth between her two hands, and then she forced it all the way down between his legs, pressing it against his thigh, just to see how far it went down his leg. It reached three quarters of the way down to his knees. Bonnie let go of his massive erection, and she shrieked as it sprang back up out of control, stabbing the air with vigorous jerks. She was just having a good old time.

Suddenly, the young wife picked up the tape measure again, and instructed Derek to have a seat on the sofa next to her. She began to measure his penis, and by telling him to have a seat, it was like she was saying 'you might as well get comfortable because I'm gonna be a while.' She wanted to satisfy her curiosity.