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Handled

By: LeathermanCraig



Chad sat alone at the end of the bar – as usual – on the early Friday evening. The bar hadn't started getting crowded yet; the crowds started in after 8 and many would be there for a few hours, before moving along to the next bar down the road. It was typical. Boyd's Bar usually started around 8, with the video screens showing all sorts of obscure and unique videos and songs, and it was always a typical starting place for friends to meet before heading out to the more "cruisy" bars of Handle Bar and Baskets. At least the bars had unique names in Rancho De La mar, unlike so many of the "typical" clubs in nearby areas of Los Angeles, Long Beach and San Diego.

Boyd's was a nice "neighborhood" type of bar – one that lived up to the old song from "Cheers" – a bar where "...everybody knows your name..." and the mood was usually very mellow and friendly; unlike the meat rack of Handle Bar and Baskets. At least Baskets took a fun poke at the art of cruising. The décor was decidedly low-key and one wall was devoted to various sized images of men's baskets. From photos of real guys to the art of Tom of Finland and captured shots from porn; there were usually plenty of baskets on display to watch. Baskets did have an interesting Sunday tradition – the underwear party. You got great prices when you stripped to your underwear all afternoon. There were some hot sights to see on a typical Sunday afternoon in Spring and Summer...

But Boyd's was more homey and a place that Chad always felt comfortable. He didn't mind the overt sexual nature of the other bars, but sometimes he just wanted to relax and not deal with it. He was a good looking man – going on 40, still with a full head of auburn hair, clear blue eyes and a good build. He didn't spend hours and hours a day in the gym, agonizing over every single extra calorie he consumed; desperately trying to get the porn-God body and male model physique that so many guys did. He'd learned early on that unless he went the medical route – implants and surgery – he'd never have that look. He wasn't built that way.

Still, he was a looker; or rather, that's what he was told. When Chad looked in the mirror every day, he never really "saw" what these other guys did. He had a solid chest – with a nice bit of fur covering it – and his stomach may have been soft, but it was still flat and his waist was trim. His arms, legs and ass had good solid shapes, even if he'd never win any kind of body-building contest. He kept his facial hair trimmed and shaped, but a full beard and moustache surrounded his lips and mouth and framed his jaw. His eyes and his smile, however, never seemed to fail to draw the look of another man. And a few women gaped, too.

So, again, here was Chad, having a cocktail to start off his weekend. He wasn't sure if his best pals – Kelvin and Stewart – would show up or not. Chad had introduced the two men a few years ago and they'd been together ever since. Chad thought back to some of the good times he'd had with them over the years – from the 9 man orgy to some quieter 3 and 4 ways they'd had together... Stewart had a big dick and liked to have it sucked on, and Kelvin was a total bottom that loved nothing more than to be stuffed at both ends, drilled deep by cocks in his mouth and ass. A smile crossed Chad's lips with memories of some of those nights.

Still, Chad sometimes wanted more than just hot sex with hot men. While he certainly was not looking for "Mr. Right" – he often wanted more than just "Mr. Right Now". Chad had a few "exes" in his past, and some very good memories of those guys. Some were not so good, too, but you always take the good with the bad. And it never really serves any purpose to dwell on those bad times and let the drama fester. One of his exes had a line he used "Save the drama for your mama" and Chad still liked that. Life was too short and had too many opportunities to focus on bad drama and stupid issues. Chad liked to say "Let it go!" and tried to live by that every day.

He noticed that the bar was starting to fill up – there was a short line at the bar and about five dozen guys milling about – scoping, chatting, flirting, drinking. Some of the "old faces" smiled and nodded if Chad caught their eyes while he looked about the space; maybe about a half dozen were bar acquaintances – guys he knew only from here (or Baskets or Handle Bar), but none he truly considered close friends.

Chad saw many of the town posers – guys who wished they were strong enough to hit the often attitude filled bars of Los Angeles and West Hollywood, but often didn't have the moxie to make it there. One wrong look and they withered like a flower in the hot desert without water. Most of the posers could handle being a big fish in a little pond, but flipped around, and they were just too unsure to be that little fish in the big lake.

Chad took another swallow from his drink and looked up at the flat screen mounted above the bar and watched the music video play. It was clips from different musicals and movies matched up with a dance-beat mix of some song from some other musical. Whoever edited the clip did a great job of matching scenes to the beat, and it was amazing to watch – even if he had seen it a dozen times, at least.

When he cast his eyes around the bar again, the crowd had thickened even more. But from the crowd, his eyes locked on the guy in the tan sleeveless flannel shirt. He'd seen the guy before in the bar – but not regularly. He was tall – at least 6 feet in height – with dark spiky hair, tanned skin and green eyes. He didn't have the drop-dead looks of a model or a porn star, but there was something that grabbed Chad's attention and held it. Maybe a second too long, as the guy looked up, caught Chad's stare and looked down. Chad felt a blush on his cheeks, but smiled as he noticed a bit of flush creeping up the guy's face, too. He paid for his drink and walked away from the bar. Chad lost sight of him in the gathering crowd of men and sighed.

The night progressed on, with Boyd's getting more crowded and more obscure videos playing across the screen. By about 9:30, Chad had seen and had enough and headed out towards Handle Bar. He felt like being a bit more direct and cruising a few guys and seeing what came out of it. If nothing, he'd hit Baskets before heading home. At least he didn't have far to go – as many of the gay bars and shops and restaurants were on the same street in a small neighborhood of about 2 blocks long. There was everything from the gay owned pizza joint and the steak joint (appropriately named "Meat and Taters") and a trendy vegetarian place (which should have been called Twigs & Berries!) to the gay book store, the trendy clothing store (called Boiz Wear) and the leather shop – with all the clothing, toys and movies that Chad more preferred – called Hyde's Hides.

As he was walking down the block, Chad looked in the window of Hyde's that was showing off the current leather gear that they were having "on sale". It was the same stuff as last year – leather jocks and harnesses and boots... Chad had bought a new pair of tall boots last year and was waiting for the Saturday night leather gathering at Baskets to pull them out, put them on with his jock, harness and chaps. Leather to him was more than just an outfit to wear. He loved the feel and smell and look of leather against skin – his skin – anybody's skin. There was something so dark and sinister and sexy and primal about a body wrapped in the black material, snug against a meaty thigh or a muscular chest, a great bubble-butt popping out of the back. Another smile crossed his face with those thoughts.

Chad turned and continued down the street, Handle Bar directly ahead. He turned in the door and though he caught a glimpse of the tan sleeveless flannel shirt reflected in the window of the door, but when he turned around, there wasn't anybody there. He headed inside.

Handle Bar was crowded with some of the same guys from Boyd's but a whole different crowd was here, as well. The bar was far darker than Boyd's, with simple wooden floors and walls and dimly lit lamps around. The biggest spot of light was a competition between the pool table and the cash register behind the bar. The light wasn't so low that you couldn't see, but it led to some of the Handle's more provocative moments – with guys jammed against each other in dark corners, some with their cocks out and being "Handled" and others with their hands stuffed down another guys pants, grabbing some ass or feeling a thickening cock in the dark. Just the kind of atmosphere Chad was seeking.

He ordered his drink and exchanged bar chat with a few of the regulars and Jim, the bartender. 

Chad and Jim had fooled around a few times in the past, but never taken it beyond the sex. There was never any other interest in a long term type of relationship for either of them. They both enjoyed what each other had to offer – Jim was an expert at sucking cock, Chad loved to have his cock sucked, and Jim was able to take Chad's thick 8" cock for hours and hours, often times having multiple orgasms and shooting loads of hot cum on Chad's body or his own. But beyond the hot sex, they had very little in common to build any kind of romance on; and that was perfectly fine with both men.

Chad headed out to the back patio area of the bar and pulled a cigar from his pocket. He had a favorite cigar brand and smoked them regularly, but it was always a special thrill for him and seemed like an occasion – like waking up on Christmas morning or getting that hot kiss at Midnight on New Year's Eve. He truly relished his cigars. Taking the cigar out of the tube and putting it in his mouth, he noticed some of the other men on the darkened patio. There were some of the usual lurkers – guys that did nothing but sit and nurse a beer for a few hours, watching as other men came and went; watching as some men got into heavy make-out sessions, sometimes ending with a quick blow-job in the corner. 

He'd never understood those guys; the lurkers. They would come to the bar and be obviously interested in a guy – or guys – but never seem to do much beyond sitting there and staring. Chad had always been much more open with himself and would often go up and talk with guys in the bar – even if it never went anywhere beyond the simple bar chat. But these other guys – the just sat and stared; he'd seen one or two pull out their cock and jack-off while watching one of the patio blow-jobs, but if anybody ever looked at them for more than a second, the cock was stuffed back in the pants and they'd move to another part of the patio or the bar.

Chad remembered his first patio bj here at Handle. It had been a long Sunday over at Baskets, with a lot of gropes and grabs of his cock and his ass. But he'd had enough of the sun and the BBQ food and wanted a different vibe. He'd put on his shorts and headed over to Handle Bar and headed out to the patio for his smoke and his drink. That was the first time he'd met Jim, too. Jim was just working the bar, cleaning up and helping out. Handle Bar was usually pretty slow on a Sunday, more guys over at Baskets for the cheap drinks and cheap thrills. Jim and Chad had started talking about things and he'd mentioned being over at Baskets. Jim had comment on how he used to like it there, but it got a bit too busy sometimes and he'd feel a bit overwhelmed with the action.

Chad agreed, and absent-mindedly scratched his crotch, pushing the bulge around a bit in his shorts. Jim took immediate notice of the bulge and seemed fixated on talking about the action that happened on the patio at Baskets from time to time.

"I was over there one evening – the underwear party was almost over – and two guys started making out. After just about 5 minutes, one of the guys dropped to his knees and pulled out the other guy's stiff dick and started sucking. Part of me was jealous because he had a hell of a big dick and it looked tasty. But soon, some other guy joined in, grabbing on the guy's ass and then dropping down and sticking his tongue in.

"Next thing you know, the new guy stands back up, spits on his hand, whips out his cock and shoves it deep into the guy's ass. It was hot, watching the three of them on the porch." Jim was grabbing his own crotch and rubbing. "Of course, the bartender came out and broke it up. But it was hot to watch for a while. I went into the bathroom and jacked off right there, then headed here for a late shift at the bar."

Jim kept rubbing at his crotch as Chad puffed his cigar. Chad could feel his cock stir in his shorts. "I remember that night," he said. "I was the guy that shoved my cock in that guy's ass! We went back to my place and the three of us fucked and sucked the night away. Too bad you didn't join us; you would have had a blast!"

"That was you?!?" Jim asked. "Damn, I so wish I could have joined in. Instead, I had to work here and ended up the night alone, jacking off again after I hit my sheets!" He'd moved a bit closer to Chad and had put his hand on Chad's leg, squeezing lightly. 

Chad could feel his cock getting thicker and harder by the second. He reached down and adjusted his cock, letting his hand linger on the bulge. Jim had gotten the message and moved his hand to Chad's crotch and started stroking the thick dick through the shorts. "Damn, this feels even bigger than it looked that night!"

"Why don't you find out?" Chad asked, leaning back a bit and puffing on his cigar. "Unless you'll be missed inside, that is."

Jim didn't need any further prompting and squeezed Chad's cock and began undoing the shorts. Soon, his head was buried in Chad's lap as his mouth eagerly worked over the hard cock; moans adding to the sensation Chad felt. After having been groped a lot over at the underwear party, Chad could feel his balls churning up a load of jizz. He knew it wouldn't be long before he blew his wad. Jim had dropped to his knees and had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it hard and fast, enjoying the taste and feel of Chad's cock in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Man, you're gonna make me cum!" Chad said, bucking his crotch against Jim's face, pushing his cock deeper into his mouth. "Oh, fuck!" His cum started to rise up his shaft, just as Jim pulled his mouth off. Jim held a glass to Chad's cock, moaning loudly as the first drops of cum began to slip from his cock. Chad's cock exploded with cum, shooting some across Jim's face. More of Chad's cum pulsed from his cock, dripping into the glass Jim held there. Both men moaned and panted with each pulse of cum, breathing hard as their climactic orgasms ebbed.

Soon, the glass held some of Chad's white cum, mixed in with the melting ice. Chad pulled a few more hits from his cigar and a few more drops of cum from his cock and leaned back, exhausted. Jim was still holding the glass of Chad's cum, but moved forward and took Chad's softening cock in his mouth. 

"Mmmm" Jim mumbled with his mouth full of Chad's cock. "So tasty." Pulling his lips from Chad's cock, he held up the glass and said "This gives a whole new meaning to the term cock tail!" He leaned back and gave a few more quick tugs to his own cock and began shooting his load of cum into the same glass. After his cock was fully drained, he stroked a few more times, licking the cum from his fingers. "Now that should be called a cock-sucker!" With that, he lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed the creamy white liquid down in one swallow. "Yes, very tasty indeed," he said, a smile across his lips.

That had been over two years ago and yet Chad still smiled at the memory. It was one of the hottest and best blow jobs he'd ever gotten. Part of what made it hot was being on the open patio of the bar, but a bigger part had been the spontaneity of it all – from the quick beginnings to the glass and Jim drinking their loads of cum. That was probably what kept them sexual playmates over the years – those spontaneous activities that nobody else seemed to consider.

Lost in his thoughts, Chad didn't see the guy in the tan flannel shirt come out onto the patio and move to the side. Chad puffed again on his cigar, relishing the taste, his eyes closed. Slowly he lifted his glass and took a long pull from the drink and followed that with another long pull from the cigar. This was truly a relaxing moment for Chad; thoughts of work and thoughts of desired sexual contact lost in the simplicity of the enjoyment of the cigar and the drink.

He became aware of the presence of another; somebody was looking at him; he could feel it. He slowly opened his eyes and scanned the dark patio. There were a few guys milling about, not really interested in anybody, but yet wanting everybody; a few more guys huddled in the corners, some talking quietly, others making out; a few sat around at the scattered tables, conversing with others or lurking in the shadows. Then Chad saw him. Tan. Flannel. Sleeveless. Shirt. And he was staring back at Chad.

Chad began to feel his face flush again, but was determined not to let it show. He slowly raised his glass and drank again, then another long and slow pull from his cigar. He held the fragrant and flavorful smoke on his tongue and then slowly blew it out, leaning back further against the wall. He was really intrigued by the guy, yet he still didn't know why. He glanced over again, but the man was gone.

A moment later, Chad felt a presence by his side. He turned and there was the tan flannel shirt, putting a cigar to his lips and asking for a light. Chad pulled the lighter from his pocked and cupped the other guy's hand around the cigar and lit it for him. A few puffs later and the air was fragrant with the new cigar's smell.

He pulled the cigar from his lips, held out his hand, and said "Thanks. I'm Brian. Nothing's like a good cigar in the company of a good man, right?" He seemed to wink with the comment, but it could have been just Chad's imagination.

Chad took another pull from his cigar and nodded. He still had Brian's hand in his own as he exhaled and introduced himself. Neither of them seemed to pull their hand back from the other's grip. It was a good warm feeling, Chad thought, having his hand clasped by this other man. "That's a great smelling cigar you've got. What's the brand?"

Brian smiled and replied "I was just about to ask you the same thing. It's a John T – it's made from pipe tobacco." Chad was already nodding his head and smiling, at the mention of his own brand.

"Great minds have great taste," he said. "I've been enjoying a good John T for years." Chad let his eyes move from the man's face – with the dark hair shadowing his chin and lips in a fuzzy beard and moustache. The green eyes seemed to have even more light than he'd noticed from across the bar at Boyd's. His eyes traveled down Brian's body, noting the dark chest hair, the shape of the shoulders, arms and chest, all the way down the body to the man's crotch and legs. All of it seemed to be well shaped and well encased in the denim and tan flannel.

Chad could sense his own body being given the once over by Brian – wondering how long those green eyes would linger at his own crotch, that he felt beginning to stir and heat with desire. He pulled again on the cigar, feeling the flavorful smoke fill his mouth again. He'd closed his eyes as he'd inhaled, but opened them in shock as he felt somebody's lips – Brian's lips – press against his own. He locked eyes with those green pools as Brian kissed him; slowly working his tongue into Chad's mouth.

As Chad opened his own mouth to respond to Brian's tongue, he involuntarily exhaled his smoke, which Brian pulled deep into his own mouth. He felt Brian's tongue slip back in and mingle with his own and began to taste the mingled flavors of their cigars. Brian slowly pulled away from the kiss, exhaled what smoke remained and looked deep into Chad's blue eyes. Chad exhaled as well, marveling at the experience they'd just shared. His cock had swelled within the fabric confines at the spontaneity of the kiss and the exchange of smoke.


Handled By A Woman



I had a problem with my first wife, Lola, that I don't want to see repeated with my second. Lola, in the course of foreplay, would masturbate me with hand lotion while I was playing with her. When we were both totally aroused and I felt in danger of climaxing, I would stop, and we'd have intercourse, My orgasms after this type of foreplay were fantastic, Her slippery hands on my cock made me feel like The Hulk. Then I more and more began to notice that, when I asked her to stop, she would just keep on doing it even faster; until I climaxed. Several times I tried to pull my penis back from her frantically massaging hands so that we could fuck but; but she kept on going.

One night I awoke for some reason in the middle of the night and noticed that she was not in bed or even the house. I waited up until she came home, around 3:30A.M. She explained that she hadn't been able to sleep and, not wanting to awaken me, had decided to take a ride in the convertible. I swallowed the story reluctantly, since I kind of thought she might be meeting someone.

From then on, I would pretend to fall asleep, until I definitely knew that she was leaving for some purpose other than a solitary drive. About twice a week she would quietly get up and slip into the clothes that she had left over the chair. I found that the nights that she left clothes there were the nights she would make me climax with hand lotion and then take "a drive".

One night, borrowing a buddy's car; I followed her. She picked up some guy in an apartment-house parking lot and drove to a wooded area just outside of town. I knew the area, and so I left the car on the highway and walked into the woods to a place near their car. In the moonlight I could see Lola straddling her date on the seat. I knew that if I confronted her, she would leave me. So I said nothing. From then on, each time she left clothes lying over the chair, I would try to keep her from making me climax before I could enter her-even faking an orgasm and putting it in her when her guard was down. However; Lola became much more adept at masturbating me with the hand lotion and discovered a technique that was really successful.

Using one hand, she would encircle my penis at the base and pull down, causing the skin at the head of my cock, to be stretched very tightly. With the other hand slick with lotion, she would lightly but rapidly jerk up and down on the sensitive glans. The sensation was almost paralyzing, and I would climax helplessly! Lola would do this after playing with me for some time, about when she sensed that I was going to stop her.

One night when I was sure she was going out, I insisted that we make love without the usual "lotion job." but she insisted just as hard that she enjoyed doing it and that it made me come better. When I tried to argue her out of it, she said that if she couldn't use the lotion, then she wouldn't do it at all. I gave in, but only with the stipulation that she would do it for one minute and that I would keep an eye on the nightstand clock. She had me lie on my back as she sat cross-legged at my waist with lotion on her hands, and started her bit. After only twenty seconds, I knew I was in trouble. I tried to hold back, but l found the sensations too much and soon came in a shattering orgasm. I glanced at the clock -only thirty-seven seconds since she had started.

Not long after this episode Lola and I were divorced.

I described this technique to a chick who worked in a massage parlor and she later reported that it reduced her "massage time" considerably, even on difficult cases. 

I have since remarried and am longing for the fantastic climax this type of foreplay causes, but I'm afraid to tell my new wife about it for fear of a repeat of my experience with Lola. Have you ever heard of this style of handjob, and do you think I should tell my new wife how to do it?



Handled



He took a deep breath and sighed. A smile played across Brian's mouth, seeming to light up his eyes even more. His hand reached out and touched Chad's shoulder and then slid slowly down his arm. A feeling of tingles swept Chad's body and he sighed again.

Brian leaned forward and planted his lips once more upon Chad's and kissed him deeply. Chad felt the man shift his weight and then felt a hand brush across his chest and then down his abs. Lost in the kiss, he almost missed the hand come to a stop on his nearly hard cock; if there hadn't been a mumble of "Nice!" from Brian, he really could have missed it completely. He didn't miss, however, the length of time that Brian's hand remained on his cock, slowly applying pressure to the already firm and pressed flesh in his clothes.

Brian pulled back from the kiss, but his hand stayed planted on Chad's crotch. He took another pull from his cigar and leaned forward again to blow the smoke into Chad's mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted the smoke on his tongue, his head resting against the brick wall of the patio. "Damn, this feels great," he thought, tasting the other man's smoke and his lips. It was incredible.

The other incredible feeling was the light stroking that he felt through the material that covered his now fully hard cock. It was just a light sensation – almost as a breeze across your neck on a hot day – barely there, teasing and tickling the flesh as it crossed. His mind raced with all the different feelings and sensations his body was sending through his nerves – from the hard and cool brick wall at his back, the firm and warm wood he was sitting on, the hard and intense presence of lips against his own, the scent and taste of the cigar lingering, the tongue slipping around his own, and the hand pressed and stroking against his cock.

Brian pulled back again, took another pull from his cigar and held it. Chad put his own cigar back in his mouth and sucked it deep into his throat. He and Brian exhaled the sweet smoke from their mouths at the same moment, the air momentarily clouded with the fragrant diffuse. He could still see the intensity in those green orbs set in the handsome and tanned face.

Chad lifted his hand and put a finger into the open top of Brian's shirt and let his finger rub some of the hair on his chest. He pulled Brian closer and planted another kiss on his mouth, savoring the taste of the man's mouth. His hand slid down Brian's chest, reaching around and grabbing for his ass. A groan worked through Brian's body, signaling his appreciation of Chad's wandering hands.

The men continued kissing each other; their tongues exploring each other's mouth; their hands exploring each other's body. Brian had a build similar to Chad – in that he was fit, but not a gym bunny fanatic. Whether he worked out or it came naturally, Chad didn't know, but it all felt good to his fingers, and they wandered over the cloth covering that body.

Chad could feel his cock straining against his clothes, yearning to be free and busy. Brian may have had similar feelings and ideas, because he mumbled "let's get out of here" between thrusts of his tongue into Chad's mouth. The broke away from each other, finished their drinks, snuffed out the cigars and headed for the doors.

Within just minutes, they'd arrived at Chad's place; he lived only a few miles from the gay zone. Barely in the door, the men were again working over each other's body, taking off clothes and kissing deeply and passionately. Within seconds, both men were naked, their bodies rubbing against each other, hard cocks touching, hand groping and tongues filling mouths.

Chad slowly pulled Brian to a chair and pushed him into it. He dropped in front of the man and slowly began rubbing his hands along the furry legs, slowly dropping his lips to the hard, hot and throbbing cock. The base of the cock was surrounded by a mass of dark and curly hair, with good size balls hanging below. The head of the cock was red and swollen and shining with pre-cum that had slipped from the head and been rubbed across the skin.

As he slipped the cock into his mouth, more pre-cum slipped out and touched Chad's tongue. It tasted sweet and smooth; he slipped his tongue around the shaft as he swallowed more and more of Brian's long cock. The curve and shape of his cock seemed a perfect fit for Brian's mouth, slipping all the way down to the base; his nosed tickled against the hair at the bottom; his beard tickled against Brian's balls. Chad slowly raised his head, letting the 7-inches of flesh slip from his mouth, only to drop again, slipping the cock deep inside his mouth. He let his teeth lightly graze the flesh, eliciting a moaned "oh, fuck!" from Brian. More pre-cum slipped from the head and Chad's tongue licked it away.

Chad continued to work on Brian's cock, slipping and sucking and pulling on the flesh. His own cock was hot and throbbing between his legs, his balls felt tight with a churning and burning load of cum; pre-cum was slipping from his head, as well, sliding down his shaft. His hands continued to run up and down Brian's legs, feeling the muscles contract and quiver with the pleasure his body was receiving. He pulled on those legs, raising them, as he pulled his mouth from the cock and slipped his tongue along the valley between Brain's thighs, working towards his ass. 

Brian slid down in the chair, allowing Chad's tongue better access to his waiting ass. The tongue slipped inside the pulsing hole, another moaned "oh, fuck!" from slipped from Brian's mouth. Chad's tongue darted in and out of the hole, slipping around to lick the flesh valley between his legs and the cleft of his ass. He held Brian's legs over his shoulders, then slid them down to rest on his shoulders as he buried his face and tongue deep into Brian's waiting ass.

Chad reached up and grasped Brain's cock, using his other hands to hold onto the balls. His tongue continued the assault on Brian's pulsing ass, and he massaged Brian's heavy, cum-filled balls; his fingers touching the tip of Brian's cock, smearing more pre-cum on the head and slowly along the shaft. Brian continued to moan and his muscles continued to contract with pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me," Brian gasped. "I want your cock buried in my ass! FUCK ME!" he cried out.

Chad didn't need further invitation. He stood up, grabbed Brian's arms and pulled him up; he kissed Brian hard on the lips, forcing his tongue deep inside, allowing Brian to taste his own ass. Chad half pushed, half carried Brian back towards the bedrooms, all the time weaving his prey around any furniture or walls that were between them and their destination. 

Once they reached the bedroom, Chad lifted Brian off his feet and placed him on the huge bed and fell beside him, already reaching out to grab the man and pull him close. Chad rolled onto his back and reached for the bed-side table, grabbing the box of lube and condoms. Brian pulled the box from Chad's hands and slipped out a tube and the latex, pulling them open with care and experience and fully aroused desire. He twisted his body and grasped Chad's cock, then dropped his lips do the long, hard and thick shaft, applying his spit to the cock. He felt the cock slip against the back of his throat and he tried to bury it deeper in his mouth. He began the rhythmic motion of pulling the cock nearly from his mouth and sliding all the way back to the base, enjoying the feel on his tongue and against his lips. He could taste the pre-cum that came out of the slit in the head, and savored each drop that touched his tongue.

With a final pull on the cock, he took his mouth away and pulled back. He squeezed a bit of lube from the tube and then slipped the condom over the head. Slowly, with great care and skill, he unrolled the condom along the hard and throbbing shaft, feeling the cock pulse in time with Chad's racing heart. After the latex was unrolled, he added some lube to his palm and slowly grasped and pulled on the hard cock, feeling Chad's body tense. His own cock throbbed and his ass pulsated in desire to feel that thick piece of meat buried inside. He shifted again and straddled Chad's body, bracing his hands against Chad's chest, steadying himself and slowly lowering his ass onto Chad's cock.

As the cock head pressed against his sphincter, he tensed and groaned another "oh, fuck" and the pleasure was evident. Part of him was demanding to be stuffed by that hard cock again and again, and another part wanted to take it slow and easy and make this coupling last. He slid slowly down the shaft of the cock, taking it deeply inside his ass. Each inch rippled his body with joy, rapture and pleasure, as it responded to the hot and throbbing cock. He could feel Chad trying to lift his hips and press the cock further and faster in, but Brian would lift himself, as well, wanting to control how deep and fast and far the cock slipped inside him. His hands moved across Chad's chest, rubbing the fur and his flesh, playing and tugging on the hard, erect nipples. 

Each movement Brian did – whether ass or hands – elicited a response from Chad – his body would shiver or a deep and primal sound would slip from his mouth.

Brian began to slide faster up and down the hard cock, feeling it go deep inside him; his balls churned and filled with his own spunk, demanding release. He know that if he touched his cock at all, his load would churn forth, exploding from the head and splattering his seed across Chad's body. He didn't want that ... yet.

But Chad also had ideas of his own; what he wanted to happen. He waited until Brian slid the cock in to the hilt and rested for a split-second; then he moved. With quick and fluid motion, he rolled to his side, twisting and turning until they were on their sides. With a final push and twist, he rolled Brian onto his back, grasped his ankles and buried his cock deep, back inside that hot ass. Brian grunted and nearly cried out with pleasure.

Chad pulled his cock almost completely back out and then drilled it deep inside. He continued this movement, driving as deep as he could into the willing ass, his balls slapping against Brian's skin; each effort was rewarded with a grunt or a groaned "oh, yeah, fuck yes" from Brian's mouth. Chad was close to orgasm; he could feel the cum churning and filling his balls and the sensation of the pressure working up the shaft. He knew it would be mere moments before he would blow.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts, the cum started from his cock, and he pulled the condom off and began to shoot spurt after spurt of hot creamy fluid across Brian's body. Brian's own cock began to throb and cum started spilling forth before a spasm wracked Brian's body and his cum began shooting and spurting from deep inside. Chad reached down and grabbed Brian's cock and pulled on the shaft, milking the cum from deep inside. He slipped his cock alongside of Brian's and then used his hands to pull and tug on both cocks; pulling the cum from deep inside.

Moments later, both men's bodies shivered and pulsed with the pleasure of their fucking; muscles contracted and their breathing came in short gasps and pants. Brian's chest heaved with each breath he took, and his body contracted with each pull on his cock. Cum still dribbled from the head, but the flow was nearly ended. Chad's own cock had a few more spurts before it, too, emptied of his load. He let go of their cocks and leaned down, placing his lips on Brian's, kissing him with passion and spent lust; his chest meeting Brian's, the remnants of their cum loads rubbing into their hair and skin.

For minutes, they lingered this way, alternately kissing and catching their breath. Each man was totally spent and satisfied. Chad slowly rolled off of Brian; while he lay next to him, he let his fingers trace the shape of Brian's pectorals in the layer of cum and sweat. Their breathing returned to normal; their eyes glowed with total satisfaction; their desires spent.

"Wow. That was fucking incredible!" Brian was the first to speak. "You drilled my ass hard and deep and pulled more cum from me than I thought I had. Fuck. That was great!"

Chad nodded his head in agreement. "I'm looking forward to more later on. But why don't we go and clean up a bit first?"



Handling Emil



(All Characters are 18 or older, All participants have given enthusiastic consent, all sizes are ludicrous, all sex acts are over-the-top and fantastical.) 

*

The phone rang once. 

I groaned, stirring from dreams as deep as the blue eyes I had been dreaming about.

The phone rang twice.

I sat up and gave the phone two middle fingers.

The phone rang again.

"FUCK!" I shouted, lunging myself across the silk sheets to pick the damned thing up.

I didn't say 'hello'. I said, "Whoever this is, if this isn't an important call, I'm going to drive to your house and slam this phone down RIGHT on your fucking ball sack." I paused, blinking, and then added, "And if this is a woman, I'm going to surgically graft a pair to your body somehow to make that possible."

I heard breathing on the other end. I had scared someone. I rolled my eyes.

"Speak." I encouraged.

"Ms. Savich." A quavering male voice finally piped up. "We need you. It seems there has been a situation."

I rolled my eyes. "Who is she?" I asked.

***

After the weasel little campaign manager had gotten his story out, I jumped up, grabbing one of my specially tailored t-shirts, a thong, and some shorts. It was a bright, hot day so I added a pair of mirrored sunglasses to the ensemble and some sandals, finishing it all off by tying my dark hair into a simple pony tail. I paused to look at my reflection and shook my head.

My god I'm a hot bitch.

***

I shifted the throttle hard as my silver corvette hit 120, eyes barely flicking as I passed yet another car. A cop hit his sirens and was on me. I stopped quick and glared over my sunglasses as the bastard swaggered up.

"Is there a problem, officer?" I asked sweetly, pursing my lips a little as I batted my green eyes at him.

"You might say that ma'am. I clocked you doing four times the speed limit there."

"I'll bet you did. Guess I must have a pretty good reason, huh?"

"Look ma'am, I don't want to—"I cut him off. "I'm Sonia Savich. You get on your little walkie-talkie and speak to the Chief of police. He's been briefed. Then, when you're done cussing yourself out for being such an idiot, you can give me escort. Assuming you can keep up. Bye."

I hit the gas again, shifting the stick through several positions as I picked up speed.

***

The first part of my mission was going to be simple. I just had to get inside. I got out of the car and walked quickly, braless breasts threatening to break my tight top with each bounce. My humongous udders got stares from the crowd that was gathering, mostly reporters, many of whom snapped pictures as I breezed between them, dolling out middle fingers to each and every one of the perverts as I moved.

Finally I reached the two big cops at the door, keeping the reporters out.

"Sorry miss. No one gets in. Official orders." One said, putting a hand up as he and his partner shamelessly used their eyes to devour my tits in their top.

"I'm Sonia Savich. I'm here to address the problem."

The two seemed a little shocked; they had clearly been briefed to wait for me, but one looked to the other slyly as he blurted out, "Look miss, we can't let every double-D cup who claims to be Sonia Savitch in here just because she says she is. For all we know, those are implants."

"Double S cups." I chided. I breathed heavy sigh, wishing as I often do that I were super strong, or some kind of martial arts badass instead of being good at what I'm actually good at. I couldn't hope to overpower these two fuckwits. After this incident was done, I'd make sure they were forced to eat their badges, starting from their asses and working up.

"I will flash you my...credentials, if you agree to let me in." I spat, bobbling my humongous mammories in my palms to entice them.

"Good enough for me!" Said the one on the left. I had already lifted my shirt to let them bask in the splendor and glory of my behemoth bombs when the other one spoke up, fighting to keep his eyes in his head.

"Not good enough for me. You could be any busty bitch. I heard Sonia Savitch could get any man off in one minute. Get me off like that and I'll let you through."

Greedy Bastard! I thought, mulling it over. The one on the left whispered to his friend as I did, "You fuck! You just want her to see what a big one you're packing!"

The other sneered back, "Sure do. So what? Jealous?"

"Hell yes." Muttered the first, hanging his head.

Now I chimed in. "You got your information wrong. I can't do it in a minute." He looked disappointed, but seemed to take delight as he started to chastise me. "I knew it, you're not the real Soni—" 

I cut him off, taking off my sunglasses so that my bright green eyes could capture his, showing all the seriousness and smolder they could as I spoke.

"I can do it in fifteen Seconds."

"WH--!" He started, but I was already on my knees. 

It was on.

1: My hand glides down the front of his pants, a single motion skillfully unbuttoning his fly and pulling the zipper down before it has begun to tug those pants down.

2: I smirk at the dick that flops out. His buddy is right, he is a big boy, but even though I'm looking at six inches dead soft, I don't look impressed. And truthfully I'm not. I'm used to much bigger.

3 With a skillful motion that can only come with the kind of training some put in to athleticism, I seize and wag his cock, smacking both my own cheeks with it and pressing the head to my pursed lips in a staccato of motion 

4 I slurp him in, dick already getting semi hard as my tongue glides around his head and my hands find his hefty, yet forgettable nuts bulging in their hairy sack 

5 Skillfully shaping my mouth around his girth, I spit, tagging his nuts with a gobbet of drool that I just as quickly plunge forward to met, his semi-hard cock burrowing into my check as my tongue reclaims the saliva dripping from his dangling sack.

6 As he hardens I let him easy enter my throat, his 11 inches or so threatening to harm a normal girl. But I am not normal. 

7 My throat clamps to his head, making a perfect vacuum seal without even needing my lips. My isolated throat control is so great that I can ripple it over his cock in hundreds of specific points, an act that is only magnified as I start to bob my head, threatening to pull his cock with me every time I go back. 

8. I make his balls my bitches, soft delicate hands moving to massage and mash them against my drool-covered chin, tongue flicking out past the throated cock to lash away at them.

9. For the next second I power-swallow, letting my throat muscles ripple on the whole length of him rapidly, nasty glucking noises audible to all.

10. His eyes were already beginning to glaze over as I went face first into his crotch, this time latching my thick, strong lips to the base of his meat, clamping them into place with such strength that when I pulled my head away again his whole body tried to come with me.

11. I released the pressure for just a second, a noisy slurp coming from my lips at the same time as a peeled sheen of glistening saliva and precum. I was giving his cock such a thorough sucking that I'm fairly certain some of this mess was just getting vacuumed straight from his balls.

12. Speaking of those, I could see them tensing and I helped them along with a skillful massage, varnishing his sizeable sack with all the juices running down his cock.

13. With his man-marbles marinated, I kicked up my pace, hair launching back and forth so fast my pony tail almost cracked like a whip against his thighs. First came the tell-tale groan....

14. Then the hangs clenched against my head, the toes could be seeing curling in the shoes, the fat testicles swelling fatter and pulling fast against his member, the groan intensifying into a broken-breath shudder and....

15. It was an impressive load, sure, but what might have choked your average porn-star was like a sip from a straw to me. I held his prick deep for the whole thing, feeling his head swell against the interior of my throat.

That was that, time seemed to return to normal. "There you have it. Fifteen seconds." I giggled as I looked to the other guard, his pants stained with a massive stain, "Oh, and about four for him. Glad you enjoyed the stud."

I didn't wait for them to give me permission to pass; I just walked past, tits still out, ass swaying for their appreciation in parting.

***

The building was a symphony hall. It was a few hours before the concert. I didn't know all the details, but there were definitely some deductions I could draw about the situation.

The Governor, a strong candidate for being the next president, was expected to be attending the concert. It is my assumption that his daughter—famed for her devotion to the arts and a cellist for her college orchestra—had come at this early hour to commiserate with the musicians and director, only to be met by my "problem" who was clearly up to his usual tricks.

How could I tell the latter? Because of the NOISE. It was unending, a non-stop stream of grunts, moans, screams, and gibberish half-words. While this space had been built to magnify sound, no group of instrumentalists could hope to match the sheer level of volume being reached by the loan female tone piercing through the very walls of this place.

"NGH NGH NGH NGH AHHHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK HUGE NGH GOD SWAT BALLS DAMN DAMN FUCK FUCK DAMN FUCK FUCK!"

These were the words I could make out as I rounded the corner and opened one of the double-doors.

I'm very professional, and time was of the essence, but despite these things I could help but stop and just stare for a moment. There was a hulking form on the stage, gorgeously layered in thick sheets of muscle, ripples and cavers showing the strength of his back that tapered down to a magnificent pair of magnificent buttocks. This perfect ass was tensing in one position or another as it thrust and thrust, fast and hard. A pair of spectacular arms were curled around a pair of long smooth-shaved legs, the latter kicking in random direction at each sturdy thrust. The most incredible sight of all though, was the humongous nuts, each a sturdy cannonball of densely packed meat. These slid along the stage or pounded against it mistily with each thrust, a wet smack echoing alongside the hoarse-throated moans.

I shook off my head from being so dazed at the site of him, clearing my throat. Oblivious, the viciously reaming stud just gouged away. Even though I couldn't see it from this angle, I knew what she was getting and couldn't help but think she was quite restrained in all her wailing; he'd gotten me to be much louder than this before.

Finally I seized my tremendous ta-tas and stepped forward, wrapping my humongous hooters around the sides of his head, making the nipples meet in the front so that his eyes were completely covered.

"Guess who?" I asked.

"Sonia!" He exclaimed, though it was muffled beneath titflesh to sound more like 'Phonna'

"That's right." I said. "Now you get off the young lady, she's clearly had enough." Now that I was closer I could see what was going on in front of much better. The Governor's daughter was perhaps a foot-and-a-half in front of us, impaled on almost that much cock that arched inside her, making her belly swell up with a visible bump. The lips of her bare little pussy were spread wide, hugging the thick circumference of his dick for dear life as a shiny coat of her glistening juices spilled steadily out around it. Even with his motion stopped, she seemed to be shuddering through little orgasms.

"Aw, I didn't even cum yet!" He whined. I pulled back, withdrawing my tits from him so he would feel their absence. 

"Emil! Off! Now!" I commanded. His shoulders dropped a little, but he obeyed, slowly pulling inch after inch of cock out of the coed, her whole body sort of shivering with relief when his thick head finally broke free. She looked as though she might be so gaped open that if I just took a flashlight to her I'd be able to see up into her brain. Poor thing.

"We should go home, Emil." I pleaded.

Emil shook his head, folding his ludicrous arms, their rippling muscles growing a little taut as they folded across his perfect Pecs. "No. I'm not going anywhere until I blow a load. I've been walking around with full balls for HOURS, now." He reached down and cupped his hefty sac. Even his enormous hands weren't up to the task of fully encasing one of his testicles.

I sighed. "All right Emil. I'll get you off ONE time. Then we leave. Deal?"

"Deal." He smirked.

Thus would begin the eternal struggle between us. I, she of unprecedented sexual skill would do my best to get off he, of unsurpassed sexual endurance, before the police would be forced to relent and allow journalists onto the scene. If that happened, then a man's political career would be destroyed by Emil's gigantic cock.

Speaking of which, I stared at the huge ramrod, half-dipped in snatch-syrup that arched out in front of Emil like a damned telephone pole, and licked my lips hungrily. Yes it's a pain-in-the-ass having to babysit Emil, making sure that his libido doesn't destabilize society and ruin the world for all the other men out there... but it does have its benefits.

Slowly I bent at the waist, flicking my tongue out to slap at just the head of him, slurping it all around, cleaning girl-juice wherever I could find it, taking extra care to get the inside of his cumslit and the crease of his glans, steadying myself with my hands on his hips as I spiraled and licked lower, working his shaft from every angle to thoroughly clean it off.

Finally I pulled back to admire my handiwork; all the juice was replaced with slobber now, his shaft gleaming in a slightly different way.

"There, all clean." I grinned.

"Nah-ah," Said Emil, putting his big hands on my shoulders and guiding me to my knees, "My balls are totally sweaty. You're gonna clean those too!"

"Em-ULMPH!" I said as he batted his massive scrotum against my face, using one hand he trapped my head from behind by grabbing a fistful of my hair, the other he used to manipulate his huge nuts against me, making sure each part of my face was smeared with his massive balls.

"Come on, Sonia, suck 'em. Suck my huge nuts!" He taunted. Sometimes I think the only thing Emil likes better than having the world's biggest cock is bragging about it.

But who was I to argue? I Slurped and sucked and snacked, and smacked my lips, feasting and feasting on his fat fuck-buckets. He responded by starting to buck his hips... he was letting the huge orbs swing forward like a pair of demolition balls, bucking a little faster each time as his nads knocked into my horny face. I knew the game here: He meant to ball-bludgeon me until I was stunned so he could go back to fucking miss tiny-tits over there.

Well I wasn't going to have it. I stood fast, (well kneeled really) taking the abuse, letting the gigantic cum-boulders have their way with me, head rocking back a little further with each nut-punch. Finally he pulled back twice as far and abruptly swung forward, the weighty cock-cantaloupes hitting my chin with all their weight. Here I had miscalculated, for even as I tried to stand my ground, I couldn't beat physics; the sheer size of them and the torque they generated slapping my chin carried me up and onto my back with an abrupt "THUD".

I blinked and fought to keep my wits about me before he went back to pussy-punishing the Governor's daughter, but it became clear I didn't need to as he walked over to my face. A lesser man would need to squat to accomplish what happened next, but Emil just sat down next to my head, one leg above it and the other crooked over my chest.

Now his preposterous ball sack was free to drape out over my face like a big burlap bag, he leaned back on both hands, just smirking arrogantly, so casually you'd think he got his big nasty nuts sucked every day.

Well he did. Usually several times. But still, he didn't have to be so SMUG about it.

I moaned and whimpered into his sack, really letting him enjoy his moment as I feasted on him, letting gravity carry a huge orb to the back of my throat, the other big ball resting rudely on my chin, bloated and slobbery where it sat. 

"ULPH! MGULLPH! GLLLLAAGHGHGHL!" Was all I could say as the gargantuan gonad ground away in my gullet. Finally he seemed to need a switch, pulling his huge ball from my mouth he slapped it down right between my eyes, smearing my face with my own deepthroat slobber as he crammed the other one in its place, gigantic ball pressing on every part of my mouth from my tongue to my tonsils.

"That's right sweet slutty Sonia...choke on it" He sneered. I hate it when he talks to me that way, and yet it makes me endlessly wet at the same time.

Finally he'd had enough and pulled out, scooting to position himself at my top, his huge cockhead dicktapping my forehead as he aimed it for my mouth.

"Open wide!" He commanded, spearing his humongous shaft right inside, impaling my lips and oral cavity, blowing right past both to jam his endless cock-cannon into my throat. I'm good. I can take a foot long cock to the balls without blinking, but Emil's was no foot long. I had never encountered anything that was nearly as thick as his absurd rod, my gag reflex began to kick in around inch thirteen or so, my throat convulsing harshly on his shaft.

"GLLLLLLLLGHGHGHGHK" Was my only retort to his punishment. Perhaps this was what I really deserved for sleeping in.

Emil's huge paws moved to my tits, the twin fires that always drew him back to me. I'd like to think my unmatched sexual skill, my willingness to be nasty and raunchy, my endurance for fucking, my unmatched capacity to worship a huge cock like Emil's (Though there is no such thing as a cock like his!) meant something, but at the end of the day I know I'd never be able to keep him without my SS cups.

My own hands of course were locked under Emil thighs, helpless to do anything but grab at them slightly, unable to preventing his huge nuts from hammering the top of my head as he managed to shove more cock inside me. His throat-fucking thrusts were so strong and his balls so heavy that each time they swatted the top of my cranium I saw stars a little, throat involuntarily gurgling on his cock each time.

Emil was making a mess of me! Thick nasty sheets of precum and slobber joined the already nut-smeared streaks that coated my face, yet the stud only continued to use me for his selfish pleasure, humping and pumping away, indifferent to the giant puddle of ooze my features were becoming.

Finally he seemed to have enough of my throat, or at least saw something he wanted more. Emil pulled out, dragging my head off the floor for a moment with the arch of his shaft as it burst free, my lips slapping together in a nasty smack when his glistening head emerged. Emil scooted up, repositioning himself at my tits, his slobbery scrotum parked right on my face as he whipped his weapon against my wobbling melons.

He ground down, I think deliberately smothering me in sack as he began to smack and slap my breasts around with his behemoth beef bat; only a cock like his could toss my heavy tits around like they were nothing. 

Once he had sufficiently tenderized his target he squeezed them together and began to hump away, plowing his enormous dick into my cleavage canyon, fingers tweaking my big hard nipples as he worked. 

His balls of course were out of control, bouncing and bashing away at my features, thumping my nose one moment or filling both eyes the next. They waggled and whomped away on me, keeping me distracted from the sensation of almost three feet of cock angling in and out between my tits.

This is the effect Emil had on me! I could own any sexual situation, except those that had him in them, and then I became nothing more than a fuck doll.




Handling Emil



Emil moaned and let go of my chesticles, giving each hefty hooter a cockslap before scooting down even further. Now he was straddling my torso, balls resting on the tender, swollen pillows that my tits had become as he again maneuvered his heavy cock to a new position, dickhead resting on my clit.

First, he made a sort of vibrator of himself, just grabbing the root of his dick and shaking it ever so slightly, buzzing my little nub with affectionate teasing. Then he pulled back, thumping his cock down, just little slaps that sent explosions of sensation through my body, making me moan and squirm. Finally it was the knock-out cockblows, drawing his cock up to a full 90 degree angle and smashing it down, battering my clit like a prisoner. At this point I was arching my back to meet his hits, begging for it, even leaning up to lick the small of his back to encourage him.

When I did the latter, he lifted it with both hands and brought it down, a resounding wet "SMACK" echoing in the tiny room. This sound was followed by my moan, "AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!" I screamed as I was pushed over the edge, a humongous fantail of pussy juice bursting from inside me. Finally Emil swung around to face me, still straddling my form.

"Well then, Sonia, I'd say you're ready." He smirked.

Now it was time for me to take charge! I had to tire him so thoroughly that he wouldn't get in any more trouble before the Governor's arrival. That's what they paid me for.

I grabbed Emil by the hand, leading him to sit on the edge of the stage, swing a leg over to face him and slowly sit down on his lap. I ground against his whole shaft as I went down, coating the endless fuckstick in my nectar as I slid up and down, and clit raking along his whole length for my own shuddery pleasure. 

I gave him a deep, probing kiss, my tongue in his mouth, sucking the flavor right out of him. He broke the kiss to look into my eyes, all sneer and swagger gone as he said, "I want you to ride this cock, right the fuck now." Though his words were commanding, his tone was achingly gentle.

I don't know how to explain it, but there are times when I think Emil's own libido is too big for him, that it scares him. Of course most of the time this is buried beneath his own man-child-like self-indulgence to sate that libido, but it's there, and I think I'm the only one who brings it out of him. At the end of the day, he doesn't want to scare me away from the sexual monster that he is.

I wrapped my arms around him, grinding my tits into his chest as I spread my legs and abruptly crammed his cock into my pussy, face contorting a little as I struggled to accommodate him. But I was as wet as autumn, and the only thing coming from my raspy well-fucked throat was little grunts and moans of pure ecstasy.

He groaned, "Ooo Sonia, you're soooo tight even though you're dripping... take all of this huge fucking cock!"

"I don't know if I CAN. You're so BIG! SHIT! NGH!" I bucked up and down on him, trying to get myself to take just a little more of him, trying impossibly to sit on his lap with him inside me.

He tried to help, putting a hand to the base of his cock he tried to guide it inside me, working every angle. This gave me shuddering little orgasms, but didn't do much to fit more inside. I leaned forward and kissed his neck, whispering into his ear, "You love having a big cock, don't you?" Then I slammed my ass abruptly down, threatening to crush his hand if he didn't get it out of the way, forcing my pussy to take more no matter how much anguish it would cause.

He moaned with me as my ass slapped down, barely able to touch his lap with the impossible shaft deep inside me, the indent of his head visible through my skin where it poked high, far too high, out of my belly. I was the only woman in the world who could accommodate him this way. 

Sort of. I screamed, "HOLD ME DOWN! FUCK I'LL BOLT IF YOU DON'T HOLD ME DOWN! AUUUUUUUGH YOU'RE HUUUUUUUUUGE! OH GOD YOU ARE A GOD AMONG MEN ...MY GOD...FUCK...YOU ARE MY HUGE COCKED GOD!"

He reached beneath me, supporting my ass to lift me a little again, then re-buried himself inside, the sound of my juices bursting out of me almost as loud as my non-stop moans. It felt like my pussy was dying as its whole insides seemed to want to cream out, thick layers of my juice coating his shaft, dripping from his balls and thighs.

He began to fuck me in earnest now, holding me in place as he sawed in and out. I learned forward on him for support, face flushing, moaning as the non-stop fucking prolonged the infinite orgasm I seemed to be having, multipeaked, tits bobbling and swaying in their heavy, massive way.

Emil finally lifted me, spinning me and tipping me forward off the edge of the stage, plowing back down and into me in this new position, my face on the carpet as he held me up for his guttural use. 

"NGAWAHW! STILL SO BIG!" I wailed, face squinching as the meaty log spread me, poor gaped pussy still insufficient to handle his massive girth. He held it inside me a moment, just letting me get used to it before he started to buck his hips, my whole body threatening to spill over if he weren't holding my waist in his strong hands.

He pumped and humped and fucked into me, working my brain and pussy to a new lather, sometimes giving one of my lush asscheeks a meaty spank, at others he leaned down and forward to molest my tits or grab a thick handful of my hair. It was while he bent my slightly back this way he roared, "This is what you want, isn't it Sonia? To be owned like this?! To be my complete slut!?"

I couldn't argue. "Yes YES YESSSSS OWN ME! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! YOUR SLUT! YOUR WHORE! YOUR BIG COCK ADDICTED HUGE TITTED BIMBO BITCH BALL SUCKER! ANYTHING YOU WANT AS LONG AS SOMETIMES YOU MAKE ME CUM LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS! love you! I love your huge cock! I love your big dangling sweaty balls! I love your nasty mouth! I love how you own me!"

I don't blush easy...but I was blushing now. I might just be the toughest bitch on earth, and somehow Emil could always make me weak in my knees. No, not my knees. My pussy, my brains, my soul; he made me weak everywhere.

As he masterfully fucked me through my bajillionth orgasm, he finally had his own. 

"What are you gonna do?" I shrieked, another climax rocking me to my core's core.

He let his cock do the talking the rod growing impossibly thick as he blasted into my deepest depths, instantly filling then overwhelming my pussy. The force of his load drove me slowly from his cock to my knees, a fire-hose blast of spooge still shooting from his tip to splatter against my own back-blasting fuckhole. And this was only his first shot.

His next two were for punishment, each aimed at one cheek of my ass, the massive wads of jizz rolling down my thighs in sheets to leave my hands and knees in nasty puddles. I slipped and slid, rolling onto my ass to stabilize myself in the shameful pudding beneath me.

He aimed again and fired a massive wad right onto my clit, bursting up into my gaped cunt as the vibration from the many-second blast blew me threw another double-orgasm.

The next two shots were twenty seconds, huge blasts he aimed selfishly at my tits, covering the poor girls in layers and layers of thick ball batter, shelves of it drooling from my hardened nipples and under-boob. This only served to make me all the hornier and I shuddered, my massive milk-makers wobbling seismically from the impact.

His next long spray hit my throat, threatening my air supply and mingling with the nasty thick mess on my chest.

I almost sobbed in pleasure as he aimed higher yet, plastering my already messy countenance with what seemed a nasty pint of prick pace, I blinked and coughed through it, barely able to stay upright.

Finally he decided to finish it with me, stepping forward and cramming his jaw-stretching head into my face, letting the last few long shots, perhaps a full minute of ball-buckling blasts fire directly into my throat. I swallowed rapidly, cup after cup of thick nut-nog, but in the end I was overfilled again, my lips and nostrils spewing forth with chowder-thick testicular tartar. 

He patted my cheek. "Can I stay and have her again?" He asked, referring to the Governor's daughter. I knew I couldn't keep up, but I could make a demand.

"Only if you don't want to ever fuck my tits again."

He stared at my tits, the largest pair of this perfection in the world. He pouted. He knew in the end he'd always be my bitch.

"Let's go home." Sonia. He finally relented.

Checkmate. The Queen always wins.

END 



Handling the Roommate



I almost dropped the cup of coffee I was stirring a dab of sugar into. 

Barb had just asked me rather pointedly to make love to her!

Barb was the bit on the chubby side roommate of my then current girlfriend, Diane. The two of them might as well have been one person, they had this odd ability to complete each other's sentences, and if one was around, the other wasn't far away.

About the only time they were apart was when one or the other was at work, hell, sometimes they even showered together as I found out one morning when I stumbled to the bathroom.

That was the morning I discovered that Barb had a set of tits to die for, she apparently hadn't heard me come in. Either that or she was waiting for me to come in, one or the other.

I mean, I knew she had a big pair, I just hadn't realized how nice they were.

I had just finished taking a leak, they were giggling in the shower room, the door shut. Suddenly the door opened and there stood Barb, only a bath towel wrapped around her ample waist.

Think of the best model you ever saw in your life, Barb had them covered by a couple of points. Absolute perfection, each breast full and ripe, not a trace of sag. She didn't even have a roll of fat around her middle, she was just....big?

I am sure my mouth dropped open, I knew she was on the busty side but...wow!

Barb giggled, backed up and shut the door, I beat a retreat to the living room.

Diane and I had progressed from dating, doing the movies and dinner bit (yes, often complete with Barb) to doing some serious rolling in the hay. In fact, I was now spending the night more with her than I was at my own place.

Diane was not what anyone could call a raving beauty. She had a fanny larger than it needed to be, she carried a good dozen pounds extra on her 5' 5" frame.

She had one breast that was obviously larger than the other, which I found out after much coaxing and delighted in playing with.

Funny thing about her is she would let me rub her ass but shoved my hands away from her tits. Once I got them out in the open and dived right in she seemed to get over that, though.

One might ask why a good looking young six footer, long blonde hair and a dab of cash in his jeans would bother?

Hell, most women responded nicely when I smiled.

Well, I had just had it with the fancy woman types, they were all superficial and all I got from them was bull crap. They were pretty, knew they were pretty, and I was supposed to give in to their every whim.

Screw that.

Diane was real, I liked her, she liked me.

Diane could cook.

Diane loved to suck my cock, I even licked her back in return, that was fun stuff.

I was thinking of setting up house, Diane cooked meals that made me drool, I was serious about that part. She wasn't always flirting with some other guy. Once we got past the first few petting sessions where she would stop me before we got too far, she turned into an animal in the bedroom.

I suppose that Barb had overheard us a few times, perhaps that is what set her off. Then the night that Diane had unzipped my pants and ended up with her nose in my pubic hair while Barb sat and watched?

That unnerved me at first, I ain't bashful really but my girlfriend waving my dick around and sucking on it while her roommate watches?

Yea, probably that got her to thinking, too. I noticed that her face got flushed, her expression went blank.

The idea of trying to fuck her never crossed my mind, I was being completely faithful. Not only did I really like Diane, she cooked and did my laundry, we were as close to being married as we could get without the piece of paper.

Things were going just fine.

Diane wasn't the jealous type, either. At least she didn't seem to be. She discovered my magazines while at my apartment one day. I liked the stories mostly, and they had photos of women posing, things like that. Soft core porn I guess you would call it.

So she got me a subscription to some of them for a gift, and kept them over at her place, too.

Nope, not the jealous type.

Still, if she caught me hosing her roommate I was thinking that she might be frying my balls for dinner. Look but don't touch, she had made that fairly clear.

Barb and I spent a lot of time alone together, Diane's job had her attending meetings in the evenings, even flying out of town for a few days at a time.

When Diane was gone, Barb would cook dinner or I would. I managed a bit better than she did in the kitchen, anyway. Sometimes we would sit and watch TV, have a drink or two, or just chat.

Barb was just Barb, fun to be around. Not once did she ever go out on a date, though.

So the morning I was making coffee, she came in wearing her big flannel robe, all seemed normal.

"Dan, I was thinking....." Her voice trailed off.

"What about?" I asked.

"I was..I want...Will you make love to me?"

I came to a stop, this was out of the clear blue sky.

"What?"

"Don't be....I don't get much chance to..to be with anyone. So I..I thought?" The expression on her face was odd, she was blushing furiously, I realized it was a struggle for her to say this.

"I would love to but.....I am with Diane?"

"I talked to Diane, she said doesn't mind." 

"She just told me to be discreet, she doesn't want to know."

Actually, it sounded just like something Diane would say, something she would do.

I took a sip of my coffee, thought for a moment.

"Sure, why not?"

I was thinking of Barb's perfect tits, my IQ dropped the usual 40 points or so.

Barb beamed at that, she suddenly acted all excited, just like a little kid with a new toy.

"When?" I asked.

That sounded lame, it was like we were planning a picnic or something.

"Maybe a motel?" she said.

"Right now?"

"Uhhhh.....OK." I finished my coffee as she changed into a simple blouse and skirt, we walked matter of fact down to my old truck. I opened the door for her.

There was a place called Motel row, a strip down by the river known for renting rooms regularly to couples for short terms. We headed there.

I was actually halfway expecting Barb to back out, but it was obvious quickly she had no intention of that.

Once inside, I reached for the buttons on her blouse. 

"Shower first." I told her, as I slid the blouse off her shoulders. She blushed slightly but offered no resistance as I reached around and tripped the catch on her bra. I took a moment to fondle those big beautiful breasts, nuzzling them with my face, licking first one nipple, then the other until they both stood out firm.

Barb was beginning to gasp for breath.

I tripped the button on the side of her skirt, she stepped out of it, then reached for my shirt.

In short order we were both naked, I reached in and adjusted the water in the shower to a fine spray, nice and warm. Barb stepped in first, I unwrapped a bar of soap and washed her from head to toe. When I reached between her legs her knees buckled and she almost went down. She reached for my shoulders to support herself as our lips met for the first time, my fingers were busy investigating the mass of flesh hidden by her full bush.

We stayed in the shower until the spray began to cool, then we stepped out together and toweled each other down.

I was as erect as it was possible to be, her hands rubbed me through the towel, even reaching behind to dry my fanny and deep into the cleft.

That tickled.

Then she set the towel aside, reached down and grasped my penis, turning it this way and that, slding my foreskin back, then forward.

I just stood and let her, she was like a child, curious.

I thought of picking her up and carrying her to the bed, then I thought better of that. Barb easily weighed as much as me. Still, she was not fat, she was thick, with big muscular legs and large hips and waist.

The kind of body a very young woman that is overweight will have. I held her in my arms for a few seconds, her big body felt strange to me compared to the taller and thinner body of Diane, it was exciting. Her big breasts mashed against my chest and flattened there, that felt fine.

I pressed my stomach, my erection against her, her hips came forward pressing back. We stood like that, enjoying it for quite some time.

Then we were side by side on the bed, Barb's hands kept busy on my genitals as I nuzzled and licked her breasts. She seemed to really like that, her head rolled back and her mouth came open, even her eyelids fluttered.

Then she pressed me back, leaned over me and began to suck on my nipples, first one, then the other. Her lips lightly took the tip of one nipple in her mouth while her free hand rolled the tip of the other. Waves of pleasure wafted over me, this was a new experience.

Then she scooted down until she could reach my erection with her mouth.

"I have never done this befo...." the words faded as her mouth slid over me and closed. Her attempts were amatuerish, wonderful. She closed her mouth and sucked firmly, the sensation made my head whirl. I felt her tongue begin to push my foreskin back, she swirled it around and up the sensitive underside. I had to grit my teeth to keep from blasting off in her mouth.

I pushed her back, pressed her legs aside. I could see her eyes watching me, checking my reaction as I pressed my lips to her soft inner flesh. Her lips were shades of dark combined with pink, the outer lips full and exposed. She was damp, the taste might as well have been fresh spring water. I slowly slipped an index finger inside, stroking gently upwards, letting her feel the light pressure as I pulled my finger back down. She somehow felt extremely tight.

This was something I hadn't even done with Diane yet, in fact I had never done it with anybody, I read about it in one of my magazines. Somehow this situation was special, I wanted Barb to really enjoy it.

No woman had ever flatly offered herself to me, I had always had to do the full seduction routine before.

I repeated that motion over and over, slowly, as I also slid the flat of my tongue over her. Barb's hips began to lift, then thrash. I was having a hell of a time staying in position. Then she flooded, she was awash in fluids, her hands were grabbing at the sheets, her body rigid. Her inner muscles grabbed at my finger in spasms.

Damn that was hot! I almost came myself at her reaction, clenching my thighs to stop myself from just blasting off on the sheets.

With a final shudder, she collapsed back onto the bed. I slid up into position and pressed. Barb reached down with two fingers to spread herself, I felt my penis slide by her fingers as she let out her breath in a gush. At first I was feeling resistance, then I was inside all the way, my pubic bone brushed against hers.

Her hips came up to meet me, mashing against me and holding herself there before moving her big hips back to thrust again. She was actually lifting me upwards with each push. Her hands were on my shoulders at first, then they dropped to my fanny as she pulled me forward with each thrust I made. I could feel her fingertips tickling my testicles each time she pulled.

I didn't last long, I could not hold back, filling her with gush after gush of my seed. She felt it, releasing a long low moan as I spasmed over and over, my erection jerking with each release.

We lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. She nuzzled my neck, kissing and nibbling at me.

"That was wonderful!" she exclaimed after she finally caught her breath. I pulled back and withdrew, getting up to pour a couple of glasses of water.

I carried the drinks back to the bed, admiring her nude body. Her big breasts were flushed with pink, her nipples stood up like needles, legs still splayed wide with her vagina fully open, on display. I handed her the glass and she took a sip, glanced down at me, smiled.

I was fully erect again!

I set the glasses down, slid into position and we did it again. The second time lasted much longer as I went first slow, then fast, finally we were just pounding at each other.

"Oh, fucking me, fucking me, fuckingmeeeee!" she muttered, over and over.

We showered again, I spotted the red marks on my skin from some of her nips, I hadn't realized that. There was a good half dozen on my neck, too.

I wasn't too concerned, after all, Diane had said it was all right, she didn't mind. I was thinking that this was going to be great, two women, both eager?

What more can a man ever want? Great food, the laundry done, a clean place, two bitching pieces of ass? Two women treating me nice all the time?

I was going to be a fucking KING!

Diane was sitting on the couch when Barb and I walked in. Her expression wasn't exactly pleased.

"Where have you been?" she demanded.

I wasn't about to lie, besides, there was no need to. She did say she didn't mind.

"Barb and I went to a motel." I said, matter of factly, setting the two pizzas we had bought down on the kitchen table.

Then all hell broke loose. Diane was screaming, things were flying, I was ducking left and right as glassware smashed against the wall.

"I thought you said it was all right?" I was yelling, ducking as a book went flying by.

"Bullshit! You son of a bitch! BARBARA, you get back out here, BITCH!" she screamed that at the bedroom door.

Barb had beaten a hasty retreat to her room, locked the door. Diane got distracted for a second trying to kick the bedroom door down.

Nothing left to do, I did the typical male manuever.

I ran like hell, jumped in my truck and went home.

I cleverly had it figured out by the time I got there. Barb had lied to me, it was obvious there was more going on between the two than showed on the surface.

Some kind of competition, maybe?

I had fucked up big time, and I was upset. I really did like Diane.

Nothing else to do, I got out my jug of whiskey and some chips, wishing I had had the presence of mind to at least grab one of the pizzas.

I figured I would give the situation a day or so to cool down, then lie through my teeth and see if I could fix things. I fell asleep on the couch, drunk on my ass.

I woke up the next morning with my mouth feeling like it was full of cotton balls. I drank a couple of bottles of cold water, went in the bathroom and threw up some water and chips that seemed to not like the environment in my stomach.

Then I went to work.

I got home that night, beginning to feel human again by then. I fried my dinner, showered, and was just about to try and call Diane.

I had no real idea of what to say, I tried to think of someone, something to blame but nothing really came to mind.

There was a sudden pounding on the door. I had a pretty good idea who it was, my first instinct was to pretend I was not home.

Even better, pretend I was dead?

"Dan, open the door. We know you are home."

We?

I opened the door, Barb and Diane stood there.

"Hello. What's up?" I said cleverly, offering my best smile.

They more or less pushed me out of the way and swept into my little hovel I called home. They both looked around in disgust, let's face it, I ain't exactly Martha Stewart around the house.

My clothes were still on the floor from the night before, the empty whiskey bottle sat on the coffee table, the usual pile of magazines and newspapers were here and there.

"Well, Barb demonstrated that trick you did to her."

"Trick?" My mind was blank, I was still in the self defense mode known as run.

Then it hit me.

Demonstrated?

"You mean....?"

"Yea."

They were both grinning at me.

"Think you can handle the two of us?"

"Uh..errr....yea.."

"Well, come home then."

Home?

"Oh... OK."

I meekly followed them out the door.

"Handle the two of them?" Diane had said as Barb just grinned.

Barb had "demonstrated"?, she said.

Hmmmm....This was going to be interesting.

I was wondering what was for dinner, too. 



Handling Things



Shelly had never had this done to her before and couldn't believe how nice it felt, how wonderful. She lay there naked on bed, Ron's bed, wearing just the tan elastic ankle support on her right ankle and a similarly colored elastic wrist brace on her left wrist, staring blankly up at the ceiling, as orgasm after orgasm went through her.

Ten minutes or so later, she raised her head and looked down; Ron was so intent on how he was sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt that he didn't notice her looking. It was just as well. She loved watching him doing things to her. She loved it when he kissed her feet, kissed her toes. She loved watching him while he sucked her toes. The feeling was wonderful too, but seeing him do it made her love him more.

Another orgasm shot through her like a zigzag of lightening. Her head fell back in the pillows; her chest arched. She felt her nipples harden and tingle in the air. Ron had pushed his finger all the way in and lifted, pushing up under her pubic bone. Both hands spread, fingers lifting off the bed; her feet flexed straight down, toes together. Then another climax started to build. Shelly's knees came up. She couldn't remain flat on the bed. Her knees came up and she greeted them with a hug, pulling them to her chest, her feet pointing down. Ron fingered her hard and fast for a moment or two, then shoved in deep and lifted up again. It felt as though every muscle in Shelly's body tensed at the same time. She shivered, her muscles trembled. The orgasm exploded and she felt woozy. But then another shock went through her. It wasn't finished. Her whole body strained inside. She held on but now she gave up and gave into it. The thing fluttered through her like a leaf about to be blown off the tree by a hurricane. Her toes strained downwards, her thigh and calves locked solid. She gasped in and let the orgasm come through her.

Shelly heard herself make a desperate gurgling sound in her throat. She couldn't help it. No one had ever done things like this to her - no one. Before Ron she had had orgasms only with other women, never with a man. But this one was different, knew how to make love to a woman's body. She gasped and held her breath, her whole body shaking inside and out. Now the bed rolled a little as Ron repositioned himself in a sitting position. He'd been laying flat on his front down there, up on his elbows as he'd fingered her, and now he leaned close and kissed the top of the toes on her right foot - the one with the ankle support on it. The combination of that gentle kiss on her sensitive toes and the thick finger pulling upward inside her brought on an orgasm so strong Shelly feared me might lose control of everything she had down there. She clenched her bladder muscles for control, but now Ron was kissing the top of her foot just below the border of the tan support and her toes clenched downward.

Never. No man had ever brought her to this point, this point of desperate grabbing for control. She had come close to it with women, normally with their tongues and how warm and tender and yet stiff they were, and how they used them, but this was beyond that. She gasped. She clamped her hands over her face, feeling like she might scream, or that her face would explode upward and get stuck to the ceiling. For a moment she visualized that, wondering how she would manage to put on her makeup with her face stuck to the ceiling, but then that odd thought was blasted away by another orgasm.

Ron was now licking her toes! She wanted him to stop, but didn't want him to stop. She wished to pull her foot away, into some safety zone, or perhaps lay her leg flat so he couldn't get at it, but she also wished for it to remain where it was, how it was - forever. A slower, weaker orgasm fluttered through her. She was reaching the point where the pleasure would only build and not explode. She was getting comed-out and it was alright. It would be her turn soon to repay Ron for all he'd done, to do it till he screamed, and then she would go on beyond that. He deserved it. 

She wasn't going to let him off That easily.

But he didn't seem to be stopping. She looked down over her heaving chest, saw him leaning against her leg as he continued kissing her toes, his finger still exploring, pushing, filling her. Another wave of pleasure rose up through her like a tide, then receded. She decided she had had enough. Without giving her intent away, she turned - leaving her foot in Ron's hands - curled around and took his erection in her hand. She squeezed it, pulled up and down slowly on it. She felt it thicken in her hand, moving her fingertips away from her palm. It was so thick, so thick and hard now, and the tongue that had been bathing the front of her captured foot was stopped in mid lick. She looked back at Ron, saw him with eyes closed, enjoying her hand on him, and then looked back at what she was doing.

The head was huge now. There was a glistening inside the slit-hole in the head and she smiled, knowing how wonderful pre-cum tasted. She started working Ron's log a little faster, a little harder, wanting to squeeze out at least a drop. The head enlarged. She saw that the wetness in the hole started to bulge outward. She squeezed and jerked hard on Ron and a droplet began to appear. He caught his breath and it made Shelly stop; she did not want him to get off too soon. She wanted this to last. She wanted him to beg her to bring him all the way off! She slowed her pace, finally sliding her legs out of Ron's immediate reach. He lay on his side and then turned over on his back. His finger slipped out of her cunt and it gave her a shiver. She moved closer, leaning over his thigh, her hand still gripping him firmly. Then she softened her grip. She let go entirely and then brushed her fingertips delicately up the underside of the organ. It lifted up stiffly, then relaxed. She ran her fingers downward to the base, then trailed them off over the scrotum. Again the thing flexed up hard and full before Shelly's delighted eyes, and she knew how things were going to go. It made her smile.

After ten minutes of this light, feathery touching, a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Ron's dick. It started to leak downward but before it could drip down from the head, Shelly smeared it gently all over the bulging sponge of the head. Ron sighed somewhere distantly, but now Shelly gripped the throbbing cock again and squeezed. Another drop of clear honey appeared and started to run, and again Shelly used it to coat the head of Ron's cock.

Half an hour went by. Shelly's new plaything was so stiff and thick now, veins could be clearly seen along its length. It twitched up and down with Ron's heartbeat and at this point, that was quite quickly. She had taken to running her fingers lightly up and down the sides of the thing rather than just up the middle seam of it, but the seam still seemed the most sensitive. And since she had started, the texture of Ron's prick had changed. It was no longer fleshy and sticky, but smoother, almost like velvet. She had kept each drop of pre-cum from coursing down to wet the rest of the shaft so now it felt almost like there was a silken powder on it. But then a hand was between her thighs. Shelly tried in vain to close her knees and block it, but to no avail. Ron's finger slipped into her molten snatch again and went all the way in. She made a soft yelping sound in her throat out of surprise and the surprise pleasure she'd received. It wasn't until that moment that she realized how hot and bothered she'd become over the last half hour or forty-five minutes, and now, at the second long, deep stroke of that finger, her body reacted in just the opposite way she wanted. She found herself moving up and spreading her legs, giving Ron ample room to work, and work he did! She leaned back on one elbow - one knee up and the other flat - and as she felt the shivering waves coming up through her, she took firm hold of Ron's prong and began to jerk it up and down. She began to match his in and out finger thrusts with her up and down jerks and as she felt the thing in her hand grow stiffer and thicker, she felt her own body nearing the falloff point into pleasure.

Dreams faded into her mind; dreams and memories. She remembered Carol and Dawn and Tracy from her college years. She remembered how she and Dawn would finger each other incessantly, almost two times daily through their junior year, and how Tracy had used her big-toe in her and how Shelly had grown to love inserting her own toe into Tracy's juicy, tight snatch. Then she remembered Carol and her love of dildos of all kinds. This reminded Shelly of those times, and this fleshy, warm-to-the-touch thing was Carol with her dildo strapped on.

But it flexed, moved back from her hand. This wasn't the same. This was....

She opened her eyes and saw the thing, the beautiful, thick, massive thing. She wanted to kiss it and leaned toward it, pulling it back to her. She opened her fingers and was about to touch her lips to the under seam of it when the finger in her cunt turned and curled inside. She gasped, squeezing the thing in her hand. She yanked it up and down, the loose outer skin sliding over the rigid core, and then she came again. Her hand began moving on its own, flying up and down along that shaft, its grip softer now - only pushing in deep enough to move the outer layer - and then Ron gasped. The thing went solid and stiff between her fast moving fingers and it started to undulate, spitting out a long, whitish stream of fresh jiz.

Then another.

Shelly's lower body twisted and turned. Her pelvis lifted and rolled as another orgasm went through her. She kept jerking on the now-wet thing in her hand, making more cum squirt out. It was running down over her fingers; everything was slick and slimy now, almost as wet and slippery as she was inside. The finger jammed in deeply, lifting, turning. She gasped. Cum droplets landed on her cheek as her head sagged that way. She felt some land in her hair, and yet it was still coming out, being pushed up by the contractions of that wonderful organ.

Ron had never felt such a thing either - the way Shelly writhed around his finger! But more, how her hand, her small hand, felt around his dick. The way she'd stroked him off to climax had been incredible, but now she was still going, working his meat, squeezing everything out of him. And it was a lot. It had been such a long time, and now it was happening! So much to come out. So much frustration, loneliness, pent up desires. He glanced over at her, saw her beautiful tits jutting from her heaving chest, the side and underside of her jaw, her hair, her shoulder. The one nipple that was in view was so hard it looked like a fingertip. But then his eyes wandered lower, over the tight belly, down to where his finger was buried fully. Such a gorgeous pussy. The way her labia were so swollen, the loveliness of her V of pubic hair - everything. But now his eyes went to her thighs, back to her hips, her navel. He pulled his finger back and pushed in. He could feel her inner muscles squeezing him, just as her hand was squeezing him down below. Her thighs, her knees, her calves. Such beautiful legs. Long and shapely. Her ankles. Her pretty feet. Especially the one in the ankle support. It looked injured, weak, but propped up and jury-rigged for action. This kind of action. It had that ready look about it, with the pretty toes protruding, and the delicate heel. Ready.

For him.

Like her hand, her wrist. She was working him hard now, just as he was working her. In moments it would be over, but for this one moment there was almost an electric glow around them. He added a second finger and Shelly's cunt squeezed and released, giving room. Ron pushed in gently, but when he felt her dilate, he began ramming again, fiercely. He wanted her to come more than she ever had before. It was important for him to give her that. He thought of his wheelchair and how bound he was to it, how many things he wasn't able to give her or share with her or do with her - but this, THIS thing, he wanted to give her more than anything else. He pushed and pulled, even as she yanked on his oozing dong. It felt like a strange and wonderful storm had just passed overhead and was beginning to slip to the horizon. He finally felt the last of his cock tremors end. It was over for him, but maybe not for her. He got up on one elbow and rammed her fast and deep, and then he felt his cock slide into a warm, wet place. Her mouth. He looked down, saw the underside of her chin and the big, fat, fleshy thing she was now swallowing. Her lips were opened wide to take his girth, and then, blinded by the thought that she might not have had enough, Ron turned his face to the beautiful bush, jammed his face between her invitingly spreading thighs and put his tongue on her clit. Her body twitched. She gasped, and he felt her sigh through her nose. He could feel her breath against the wetness of the exposed part of his softening cock. He rubbed her rigid clit, pushed it inward into itself, then flicked up and down and side to side. She gasped again. She moaned and the vibration went right up through his dick. He turned more and planted his mouth directly over her cunt, now extending his tongue full length into her cunt. Her pelvis lifted, turned. He held on, licking frantically now.

For almost five minutes they were clutched in sixty-nine, each passionate about giving each other the ultimate release. Then for another length of time, they licked and sucked and kissed more and more gently as the tide of passion began to subside; Shelly simply cleaning off any remaining semen from Ron's limp dong, Ron running his tongue around the insides of Shelly's pussy-lips, avoiding her too-sensitive clit now. The distant storm was long gone but they held each other, held their head and mouths to each other's groin, kissing each other's most sensitive places, enjoying the reactions they got. When it was finally over, Shelly lay back licking her lips, tasting the remnants of Ron's jiz. She inhaled happily and stretched out, arms above her head, legs straight down. Ron, still laying the opposite way, stretched out too, but his eyes were on her, on her hips, the feminine bulge of her abdomen, the arch of her thigh and the way her stretch had made all her muscles visible beneath her pale skin. Then he looked downward to see her face, any part of it, and found her looking back at him, smiling.

"...wow!" she laughed. "But...if I hear you say you're handicapped, or 'disabled' one more time, I am SO going to slap you!" Ron put his hand on her thigh and ran it slowly down her leg, appreciating how completely beautiful she was. Then he looked up sheepishly and smiled back at her.

"Okay, I won't use those terms anymore," he finally said. "But..." Shelly eyed him suspiciously. "But I think maybe this kind of therapy might be good to...have a lot of. What do you think?"

Shelly smiled and sat up. She saw Ron's eyes go to her tits, her tummy, then back up. She loved being looked at by him; appreciated by him. Raising her right foot, she moved it over and pressed the ball of it gently against Ron's limp cock. It flexed and started to thicken right away despite its gooey, spent condition.

"Well," she said, raising her brows. "I think this is good for my ankle, so...yah...let's have a LOT of therapy!" Slipping her foot downward against the thickening cock, Shelly could now feel it against the bottoms of her bare toes and not through the elastic of the ankle support. She liked the feeling of it, of the way its still leaking goo made things so slick and wonderful. She smiled and began caressing the growing thing, smiling at it, and then back at Ron. Without taking her eyes off his, she moved her other foot beside the other and began to use both to caress and squeeze Ron's cock.

"Good for both ankles, I think," she whispered, feeling the thing standing up and thickening between her feet. She started working it up and down and it only got fatter. Ron looked down at the pale and pretty feet surrounding his reddish log. The contrast only made Shelly's feet seem lovelier, more exquisite and elegant. He looked up at her again in wonder, and found her still smiling at him.

"I don't have any complaints," she whispered, "But I don't know how long I can go on with us just masturbating each other.... I...I just SO want you to fuck me - in my cunt. I mean THIS--" - she squeezed his dick between the sides of her big-toes - "--in my cunt, you know?"

"I'm game," Ron said. "It was your idea. I mean, so we wouldn't get too attached by having 'actual sex', remember?" Shelly scowled.

"Of course I remember, Ronny," she sighed. "I mean, I never would've thought I'd get so into seeing your stuff shoot up in the air; I wouldn't be able to see anything if you were in me, but...still, you know?" Ron turned slightly on his side and started to curl up toward Shelly's crotch. She instantly clamped her thighs tight. "Oh no you don't!"

"C'mon, sweetie," he sighed. "Mutual. Simultaneous. Both of us doing it to each other at the same time, remember?" Shelly held on for a moment and then relented. She turned on her side, feet still massaging the now rigid prick between them, but her rump now facing Ron. A moment later a finger slipped into her still moist cunt. She shivered, gasped, and then raised her head and looked over her shoulder at her man.

"Okay," she grumbled, "But this is the last time, okay? Right after this, I'm going to straddle you and have you in me. I'm 'attached' so it doesn't matter anymore!" She lay her head on her arm and went on working the thing between her feet while the thing in her started to make the tingles swarm around inside. A moment later - and three thrusts of Ron's fingers - Shelly felt a twisting, clenching feeling deep inside her. Though it felt good, having a cock between her feet simply wasn't enough. Turning, she reached out and took Ron's dong in hand again, squeezing it gently and beginning to rub it up and down.

It even with the brace on her wrist which covered her knuckles, the contrast between hand and penis was wonderful. She stared at her hand moving along that stiff and fully erect thing and smiled to herself.

"...well, maybe not 'right' after this," she thought to herself, and started yanking on Ron's prong a little faster.

END



Handling Things in Central Park



(note: This is not a work of fiction. Only the names and POV have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers. RF) 

It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying gently in a light breeze, muffled the sound of distant city traffic. By some miracle, there were no portable radios blaring. The loudest noise came from squirrels and pigeons fighting over pieces of popcorn and candy.

While an occasional passerby would come and go, there were few permanent residents. Two old men sat on a bench deep in an animated conversation. A young couple were lying on a blanket, sunbathing. And at the edge of the meadow, in the deep shade of an old oak, Debbie Cohen was sitting astride the waist of Tyler Davis.

As she continued to look around, Debbie wondered if any of those other people realized Tyler was softly massaging her breasts. Of course they didn't, she told herself. Since she was on top of him and leaning forward, her unbuttoned vest acted like a curtain, concealing his activities.

No one could tell he'd pushed her T-shirt up so far, if it weren't for the vest, and his hands, her breasts would be totally exposed. Still, it was exciting to think they were making out, in public, in Central Park, on a Sunday afternoon.

Glancing down, she noticed the pleased expression on Tyler's face. "Are you glad you came now?"

Tyler's grin widened and he nodded. "This is nice. Very, very nice. Not every beat up vet gets to lay around in the park on a sunny day and play with the boobs of a pretty student nurse. And very nice boobs they are, I might add."

"I'm just doing my patriotic bit," she laughed, feeling flushed and pleased. "But thanks for the compliment anyway. However, I'll have to trust your expertise on boobs."

"Well, I'm still surprised you're here with me on the day your engagement is being announced. But believe me, patriotism or whatever, I'm glad as hell you are."

He began using his thumbs to rotate her hard nipples. "Now, of course you realize my evaluation of your anatomical charms is purely preliminary in nature. To give a complete and accurate appraisal, I'd need to perform a long, careful examination of the subjects in hand."

He squeezed her breasts for emphasis while giving her a big wink. "However, to answer your original question, I suppose that everything considered I'd rather be here than back in the VA listening to a baseball game."

Tyler's unexpected remark about her motives bothered Debbie. Why had she brought him to the park? And why was she letting him get away with what he was doing, especially on this particular day? Of course, they'd been kissing for weeks, but nothing this serious. 

It'd started when he'd surprised her with a kiss that left her breathless. And she enjoyed the light petting that began in the days that followed. But she'd never considered anything more. After all, she was engaged. Besides, the day shift on a hospital ward doesn't provide a lot of opportunities.

But now they were in the park, not the hospital. And something more, a whole lot more, was taking place. At first, she'd put up some resistance. But Debbie knew it'd just been a formality. After a few mild protests, she'd yielded to his kisses, and then to his ever more insistent fingers. She loved the exquisite feel of his fingers caressing her breasts. And there was an intense, almost embarrassing pleasure each time her hips pressed against the bulge in his jeans. In other words, they were most definitely making out.

Of course, none of this would be happening if her fiancé hadn't been working that afternoon. Several week's ago they'd picked that day to officially announce their engagement. In her family's world, that was a big deal and involved a lot of visits and presents. But last Monday, Johnny's boss said he'd have to work this weekend which postponed all their plans. 

That's when she remembered Tyler Davis. He was a patient she'd met on her summer job at the VA. A booby trap in Viet Nam had blinded him and the Army doctors said he'd never see again. He'd come up from his home in the south for treatment by a top specialist and had regained some sight. Being the proverbial stranger in a strange land, he spent his weekends alone in his hospital room. With her weekend plans shot, she decided it would do him good to get out into the fresh air and sunshine.

As Tyler's fingertips continued massaging her breasts, Debbie reminded herself that taking a lonely patient out for a stroll is one thing; making-out with him in the middle of Central Park is something else. This make-out business was most definitely not part of her careful planning. It just sort of happened.

Armed with her good intentions, she'd told him about the situation with Johnny and that it meant she'd be free Sunday afternoon. Would he like her to drive back into town and go shopping with him for some new records? After that, if the day was nice, they might go over to the park.

To her surprise, he didn't seem very interested and spoke about wanting to stay in and listen to a big Yankees game. But she knew him well enough to suspect his negative response had more to do with pride than love of baseball.

To give him an excuse for saying yes, Debbie said she needed to come into town anyway, and that shopping and visiting the Central Park zoo were two of her favorite things. The parts about shopping and the zoo were true enough. But she had no reason to drive from Queens into Manhattan other than to be with him. The touch of mendacity worked, however. The southern gentleman in Tyler wouldn't let him deny her a chance to shop and visit the zoo.

Debbie was glad she'd convinced him to come with her, glad they'd gone shopping, and glad they'd made it to the park. And as she sat astride Tyler's body, enjoying the feel of his fingers stroking her flesh, she was even glad they were making out. But she didn't know why. What puzzled her the most, however, was feeling almost no guilt about Johnny. So she decided to just ignore all the questions and concentrate on enjoying her time with Tyler Davis.

"So you're not sure you wouldn't rather be back in the VA listening to a ball game, huh!" she demanded in mock outrage. Then she leaned over and began nuzzling his neck.

He laughed and pushed her away. "Control yourself, woman. There may be innocent kids nearby." Yelling, "Let them find their own neck!" she brushed his hands away and dove for his throat. It was her firm intention to put a highly visible hickey on Tyler's neck. Her attack met with only token resistance. They laughed and rolled on the ground and became entangled in the old plaid blanket she'd brought from home. When they stopped rolling, he was on his back covered with the blanket. She was on her side and still applying her personal brand to his neck. He groaned and pulled her closer.

Without thinking, she slipped a hand under the blanket and placed it on top of his groin. She wasn't sure why and tried to tell herself she should stop. Someone might see them. And what would he think about her?

Then she began to rationalize. What difference did it make? Johnny was the man she loved, the guy she'd dated for four years. And they were going to marry once she graduated and became a nurse. So what difference did it make what this guy from the south thought about her?

Besides, she couldn't help feeling sorry for Tyler. His reaction to her working on his neck and the swelling inside his jeans made the extent of his sexual need obvious. Although her experience with men was limited to Johnny, she could sympathize with Tyler's situation. He'd spent the last year in and out of different hospitals undergoing God only knows how many operations on his eyes. After all that, he was now alone, a long way from home and very, very horny.

She'd liked him from the day they first met, especially his teasing, upbeat attitude and soft, southern accent. Of course a second year nursing student couldn't do much about his battered eye. So she'd tried to ease his loneliness by being his friend. 

Then he'd kissed her. And in the days that followed, things went even a little further. But it wasn't that big a deal. After all, she'd told him all about Johnny and being engaged.

Those little afternoon sessions with Tyler were just a way for him to pass the time. They both knew it'd all end when her job was over and she returned to school. Besides, he was a great kisser. So if that was what he wanted to do, she didn't mind, not at all.

As for his present sexual needs, she knew how to handle that problem. Giving his groin a gentle squeeze, she lifted her head and scanned the surroundings. No one was watching. The bench where the two old men had been sitting was vacant. The two sunbathers were still there, but she had a hunch they'd be all for what she planned to do.

After making sure the blanket covered her hand, Debbie rested her head on Tyler's chest and began rubbing against the big bulge in his jeans. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart and feel his body trembling under her touch. But she soon realized it would take more drastic measures if she wanted to get this over with anytime soon. After one more look around, she unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside. 

The moment her fingers touched his hard cock, Tyler gasped and went rigid. She'd barely gotten started when he broke the silence. "I want you to know this is all one hell of a lot of fun. And since you put it this way, yes, I would most definitely rather be here than back in the, uh, VA listening to a ball game. But, if you don't, ah, stop real soon, we're going to have a, well, big mess down there."

The warning seemed so sweet. Although he was obviously in great need, Tyler had still thought about her. But she'd dated Johnny for two years before they'd slept together and knew how to avoid a mess. "That's okay," she said, with a smile, "it's biodegradable."

"Well, since you put it that way, please don't let me stop you," he replied with a sigh.

Snuggling close, she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and began pumping. He responded with a low moan and his body started to tremble. Then he gasped and his body went ridged. She quickly pulled her hand out and began squeezing on the bulge through his jeans. There was a loud groan, and the hard shaft began jerking spasmodically. She looked up and saw his face distorted by the force of his orgasm.

When his passion passed, they lay together in silence until his heartbeat began to slow. After carefully zipping up his jeans, Debbie kissed Tyler on the cheek. "There, wasn't that more fun than listening to a ball game?" she asked with a self-satisfied smile. He responded with a pleased look and a small nod.

"In that case, let's go see the zoo." Giving him another quick kiss and teasing grin, she stood up. After pulling the blanket away from Tyler's prostrate form, she started walking away.

With obvious difficulty, he struggled to his feet. With an exaggerated, bow-legged, stride, he began walking after her. "If you don't mind, I've got this sticky situation that's slowing me down just a tad."

"So what caused that, Mr. Davis?"

Shaking his head, he joined her. "I know who caused it, Miss Cohen. I even know what she did to cause it. But I'm not certain why she caused it. If I can figure that one out, I might try for a repeat, even if it means missing another ball game."

They both laughed as she swung the blanket at him in mock rage. On her second swing, Tyler grabbed the blanket and tossed it over his shoulder. "You'll be kind enough to treat this hallowed cloth with some respect lady. It holds fond memories for me."

He put an arm around her waist and they began walking together. But then he stopped, wrapped her in his arms and ground his mouth against hers. It was a long and very passionate kiss. Debbie's knees almost buckled. She held him tight and returned the kiss. It felt like a scene from some romance novel about a student nurse and a wounded soldier. And as her tongue explored his mouth, she was glad the soldier was a tall southerner named Tyler Davis.

When their lips parted, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. In her languid stupor, she almost missed his words. "I'm a stranger in these parts myself. Would you help me find these here wild beasties?"

Pulling his thick torso close, she savored the feel of her body pressing against his. Then after one last squeeze, she let go and reached for his hand. With a big smile, she began pulling him towards the zoo. "Well, since you asked so nice, just follow me, soldier. Always glad to lend a helping hand to someone who's lost and a long way from home."

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Any stray votes and comments will be appreciated. RF