0 comments/ 134706 views/ 12 favorites His Fabulous Foreskin By: mangrove jack Rachel was bubbling over with excitement when she bounced into the bar to meet the girls for their end of day drinks. No one could miss her excitement; it shone on her face and even her body, in every way “All right, come on, what has happened to make you so excited?” Margaret challenged. “You look like the cat that swallowed the canary,” Carolyn added “My god you will not believe me if I tell you,” Rachel replied. “It’s so bloody hard to believe, I wouldn’t believe it myself, if it hadn’t happened to me.” Her excitement had stirred the group of regulars, who met at the end of each work day. They all sat forward looking towards Rachel. Rachel took a long drink, then leant forward shaking her head, “you won’t believe, it you just won’t believe it”. “The night before last, I found myself in the worst predicament I could ever imagine, and yet in the end I had the most wonderful sex of my 20 year old life.” They all sat there waiting as she went on, “He had the longest thickest tongue”. “His tongue?” gasped Carolyn. “Yes his tongue,” As her friends started to giggle and talk, she went on. “Wait there is more” “More of what?” they demanded. “More of something you would never think of.” “I haven’t been able to get it out of mind.” “In fact, I have been sopping wet all day just thinking about it.” “Come on said Carolyn, “we have all had big pricks and generally the big pricks are owned by big pricks.” “What’s new?” “He was different!” “He had the largest roughest foreskin.” “Foreskin?” laughed Margaret. “Yes! A foreskin that had my clit begging for more. It rolled back and forward massaging my pussy, giving me the most exquisite orgasms, yes orgasms, multiple orgasms.” I came, and I came, I was still coming this morning as I lay in bed”. She went on excitedly “I think I should explain.” “As you know, few if any of the men or boys in our age group are not cut, most are circumcised. The very few who are entire have small foreskins. With a condom you really can’t tell the difference”. So it’s rare to find a foreskin that is different, or plays any role in a night in the sack. This foreskin was fabulous it was two, or three, or may be more times bigger and fatter, than I have seen or felt before. It was truly fabulous. I can not describe what it did to me. My pussy is tingling and wet now as I try to tell you what happened. Who is he? Where did you find him? What’s his name? How big? The questions came thick and fast, as Rachel started to tell of her mind blowing experience. Rachel’s Story I came into the bar early after a fight at work. None of you turned up. So I drank alone. It was three or four hours later having drank far more than I normally do, that I decided to leave and headed for the car park. A low brow, that I had danced with here weeks ago, obviously knowing I was drunk out of my mind, followed me and grabbed me as I went down the street to my car. When I told him to “fuck off” he grabbed me by my breasts and tried to kiss me. I pushed him hard calling him a slob. He swung and hit me, calling me a prick teasing bitch. As I stumbled away, he grabbed my dress, which started to tear. Scared stiff, I swung at him, hitting him with my purse. He hit me again and again. Then he tried to grab me. I was too drunk to defend myself, and staggered back slipping and fell over. As I was trying to get up I heard a scuffle, and looked around to see the low brow on his back holding his face, and an old guy with a dog standing over him. There is no doubt when I think of it now; I would have been raped if this guy and his dog had not appeared. By this time the effects of the grog and the attack caught up with me, I started to be sick. The effects of booze and bashing had disoriented me. I started to shiver my eyes filled with tears. My sick spewed down my clothes. I was down on my knees crying, trying to regain my feet when I felt a strong arm around my waist. I struck out scratching and screaming, and fainted. The next thing I remember I was in a shower, and this guy was holding me up, directing water on my face. I screamed. He put his hand gently over my mouth, whispering quietly in my ear. Oh so soothing words, telling me it was alright, that I was safe, that I shouldn’t worry. All the while holding me close, whilst looking directly into my eyes. I do not know why, but I started to believe him. The warm water and his soothing words and hands, seemed a haven in a night of nightmares. I grabbed him and held him, while I cried with relief. Slowly I started to feel better. But I was shocked, when I found I was starkers in the shower, with a man who was wearing a pair of boots and boxer shorts. It was too much for me I started to laugh. I laughed so much I think I became hysterical. He obviously struggled to sooth me and quieten me. Our heads clashed together stunning me. His mouth slammed into my mouth. Without thinking I started to kiss him, the next thing I knew we were kissing. He stopped the kiss, held my face in his hands and spoke quietly soothing me down; making me relax .He was so calm so in Control, that I felt warm and safe. He got us out of the shower. Whilst he towelled me down, he kept telling me how sweet I was. He dusted me all over with luxurious body talc. This will make you smell beautiful and help you forget what has happened. He explained as he rubbed powder all over my body in the most intimate and loving way. All the while he kept telling me how beautiful I was. How no one would ever be allowed to hurt me while he was around. He wrapped me in a couple of big bath towels and carried me to a warm bed, where he laid me down. Then kissing me on both eyes told me to go to sleep. I dozed off soaking up the warmth of his bed, as his whispers “your beautiful, your safe with me, your so beautiful I will never let anyone harm you,” warmed my heart. In my sleep, the alcohol and my experience must have got to me, for the next thing I remember was waking up. I must have thrown off the towels, for I was naked, shivering and scared. He had been sitting in an arm chair next to the bed. He quickly grabbed me in his arms. He was just wonderful, soothing me down until I was completely relaxed. When he tried to leave I wouldn’t let him, I did not want to be alone. He gave in and we cuddled together, pulled up the bed clothes and went to sleep. Sometime during the night, I awoke to find my hand had found his half hard erection. Without thinking I started to stroke it. It was then that I discovered his foreskin. It was different it was enormous. I started to play with it stroking and pulling, but it kept rolling back into a thick piece of skin. It filled my fingers. As his prick started to grow in size; His foreskin got harder to roll back. By now I was wide awake. I could not believe what was in my hand. I had to get a look at it. I slipped the bed clothes back to find his very hard erection, but could not see the helmet. This roll of skin covered it. I tried to roll it back, but it would only go so far, so I could only see the eye of his prick, by looking straight in between the foreskin. My recollections of the night that I had just experienced… I had been attacked …I had been sick… I had passed out… and now finding myself in a strange bed, with a strange man, holding this strange prick, was too much for me. I started to giggle… . His strong arms surrounded me; soothing words were whispered in my ear. Gradually I realised, that he was smothering me with little kisses, as he poured out a torrent of soothing words. I kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth. He seemed to hesitate, then his tongue entered my mouth and did things no other tongue has done to me before. It not only seemed to reach further, but it made me feel as though his tongue loved my mouth. It was warm and wonderful, caressing my mouth and throat; it was as though I had never been kissed before. I cold feel myself melting, I felt loved, secure, wanted, it was wonderful. At the same time I was getting horny. I still had hold of his prick and continued to rub it… my pace quickening, as his kisses excited me. He grabbed my hand, telling me quietly that I did not have to do that. He spoke so quietly and so lovely, that I was prepared to do any thing he asked. Gradually I relaxed, still with his prick in my hand, as I went off to sleep. It was not very long before I woke again .This time his penis was hard and erect, but the head was still partly covered by that foreskin. I started to kiss him. In his sleep, he murmured and moaned. I pulled his penis to me, pushing pulling and manoeuvring it between my legs. I wanted it, and was determined to have him fuck me. He woke with a start, as I rubbed him against the mouth of my pussy. When he started to talk, I stopped him with kisses. I slid over on top until he entered me. With a moan, he gently took my hips and slowed me, as I rode his hard prick. Now, I can not describe the feeling that large foreskin gave me. It was like a large object stuck on the end of a dildo. It moved up and down with me massaging the inner walls of my pussy, until I was Cumming, screaming, and moaning.” “What a fucking experience, it was mind blowing” I came, and came, and came. I was drained. I was truly for the first time in my life, feeling fucked. Fucked gently, lovingly, and differently to anything I had ever experienced. Rachel slumped back in her seat as she finished her story. Her face was flushed, her breathing agitated, as she took a long drink of wine. Taking advantage of Rachel’s agitated state and her silence, questions came thick and fast. “Where does he live? Who is he? Are you seeing him again? Can we meet him? “Bloody hell” said Carolyn, when Rachel did not answer. “I think she is having an orgasm just thinking of him. The following evening Margaret and Carolyn followed Rachel as she made her way down the block. “We should thank him for saving you” they explained, whilst talking her into taking them to meet her savoir. They of course, had an ulterior motive, to get a look at him. Moments later, they gazed in awe at his luxurious apartment. He ushered them in and sat them down. He sat with his arm around Rachel, his big blue cattle dog laid at his feet. In answer to their questions he told his version of the night’s events. Joe’s story Hi I’m Joe. I am fast approaching my use by date. Long retired. I enjoy working hard and keeping fit. I like a drink. In my younger days, I spend most of my time chasing pussy, or drinking with my mates. When I had accumulated enough money to retire comfortably, I got out of the rat race, and bought this very large old warehouse in an unfashionable part of town. I built myself what I would describe as a luxury pad, complete with room for my dog, my cat, my car and boat inside the old façade, so it did not appear too luxurious from the outside. I was fortunate that I had planned it that way, for as soon as I had finished, the local authority zoned the surrounding area as an entertainment precinct, and the night club disco crowd moved in. Just after ten every evening I take my dog Blue, she is an Australian blue cattle dog, for a pee run. It is a ritual we observe rain hail or snow. She leaves her mark up and down the street, and shows her pearly white teeth along with a healthy growl to anyone who ventures near. Over the last couple of years the street scene around the clubs has got uglier, with more and more bashings, rapes and murders. So I was not surprised to turn the corner and see a young girl being attacked. When the arsehole slugged her hard in the stomach, I thought enough is enough and grabbed him. He swung at me, but a straight left from me, and a leg full of teeth from Blue quietened him down. When I turned back to the girl she was struggling to get up and quickly passed out covered in her own vomit. I would normally walk away rather than get involved. But I could not in all conscience leave her lying there, so I picked her up and carried her a few hundred yards around the corner to my pad. Old bachelors are not known for their clean up skills, so not knowing what to do, I just dumped her in the downstairs shower, and turned it on washing the vomit off both her and her clothes. As the smell and muck disappeared, I stripped her, jumped in the shower and picked her up, holding her so the shower water hit her full in the face. She started to scream and scratch at me as she started to come around. I was forced to grab both her arms and hands so I did not lose an eye. With both my hands full, the only thing I could do to stop her screaming blue murder was to clamp my mouth over hers. When I did, she bit at me; drawing blood then started to moan and kiss me, sucking my tongue down her throat. I can not say that it did not excite me, because it did. It had been years since I had a young hard bodied woman kiss me. I untangled myself from her embrace and threw her clothes in the washing machine, rolled her in some warm towels and put her to bed. During the night she woke a number of times crying and shivering, eventually cajoling me into joining her to warm her up, and that’s when things took a turn, I won’t forget. “The way she tells it she won’t forget it either,” Margaret said. “I hope not” Joe replied. “She is a very lovely young lady.” He turned and kissed Rachel on the forehead, “she has already made me realise what I have been missing.” “He won`t be missing it much more if I can help it,” Rachel added with a laugh. His Fabulous Foreskin Ch. 02 Joe was singing as he prepared the evening meal. Blue dog was busy licking her plate clean, his cat was lying back displaying a full tummy and every thing was just great. Rachel was bringing some of their friend’s home. Joe had promised them a seafood feast fit for a king. He had scoured the fish markets for Prawns, Calamari, oysters, lobster, fresh fish fillets, crabs, small octopus and any other seafood that caught his fancy. He smiled as he thought of Rachel; she had changed his life completely in the three days since he rescued her from a drunken slob intent on rape. Retired and living off his investments, he had dropped out of the daily business of going to work and the end of day bar scene. He had a quiet life that had changed overnight. Rachel and her friends now filled his days with fun and laughter. He had told her this morning as she left, that he had gained a family of beautiful young daughters. She had hugged him close. “Some of them don’t want to be daughters.” “They are excited by my description of your foreskin and what it does to me.’ He was shocked “My god you didn’t tell them” he asked? “Yes I did it’s wonderful. I couldn’t keep that a secret.” She laughed “They all think you are great, even young 18 year old Marie has been sizing you up. I would say they all have a much more personal interest in you than you realise. So you had better watch out.” She kissed him long and deep, “Remember old man I saw you first.” Holding him closer, she went on, “I won’t get angry if I have to share you.” “You are wonderful.” “I want you to enjoy my friends, and let them enjoy you.” “They will make you think you’re young again.” He started to protest, .but she went on. “I love you; I will never forget what you did for me.” “I want to live here with you, in your arms and in your bed.” “I will stay with you, as long as you want me. But I don’t want to possess you. I want you to be free.” At the last count seven of her close friends and drinking partners, ranging in age from eighteen to thirty, were continually dropping into his place, before or after they hit the clubs. Because it wasn’t far from the CBD, handy to the beach, and in the emerging entertainment precinct, they had made it their base for many of their after work activities. Years ago when one of his mates had gone bankrupt in his luxury imported furniture business, Joe had brought at an extremely cheap price, some magnificent beds, wall hangings bedspreads carpets and rugs. During the final dispersal sale he had acquired all sorts of quality pottery and Asian furnishings. He had bought them to help a mate and had no real use for them. These furnishings were stored in a large downstairs area of his partially converted warehouse. The girls had discovered them .They had spent an evening unpacking. When they had discovered the exotic nature of his treasures, they set out to establish what they laughingly called his harem. Rachel had told him, that quite a few of the girls were going to ask him if they could move in and live in that area. They would be closer to work and play; it would mean better facilities and reduce their costs of living by sharing together. But the girls weren’t the real reason for his wide smile. Rachel, who had turned out to be a beautiful young lady, had in a few days changed his hermit ways. Up until a few days ago he rarely entertained, now here he was, preparing a seafood feast for seven lovely ladies. Each day he stroked Rachel’s beautiful hard young body as he relaxed after their love making, and thought back on his nearly non existent sex life, as a confirmed bachelor. With his fingers flicking her nipples, he would think of the rare occasional partner who had graced his life. Kissing her soft pliable lips, he would recall how he had been happy ringing a local pro, when he badly needed to get his rocks off. With her firm young cunt rubbing his groin and her fingers playing with his arse, he shook his head as he recalled that, over the last 48 hours he had had a more satisfying enjoyable sex life, than he had had at anytime in the last twenty years. He would laugh aloud, as he thought of the dramatic change, provoking Rachel to demand to know what he was laughing about. Joe’s explanation started another round of oral ministrations that eventually led to a close examination of his foreskin. She would lick and suck, pushing her tongue tip into the eye of his always available prick. She would stroke it slow, then fast. When it grew hard, she would place it between her ample breasts and bring her mouth down as he pushed up to push it in her mouth. She spent hours lying with him in bed, on the floor, bent over the lounge, you name it they tried it. She was fun. She had an inventive streak, always trying in every way to find new exciting ways to fuck. When he laughed at her efforts, she became very serious. “I have to keep you interested,” she said. “I don’t ever want to lose you.” His assurance that he loved her and that she could stay with him for ever, started another round of love making. Rachel was one beautiful young sexy lady. She took him to bed each night and spent hours Loving him, Enticing him, Exciting him, Sucking him, Fucking him, Examining him, Until they both were worn out and dropped off to sleep. As a keen fisherman Joe was an early riser. Over the past few mornings he had sat staring at Rachel’s magnificent breasts, her smooth unwrinkled stomach, her tanned legs, and the jet black hair around her moist splattered pussy. He was so lucky he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Each morning Rachel had awoken, to find him watching her, or kissing and stroking her. Within minutes he knew he was not dreaming. For every morning without fail her warm mouth engulfed him, and he was drawn into a wild frenzy of sexual activity that lasted well into mid morning, making her late for work each day. She knew he loved doing it, ‘Dog fashion,’ so the last session before she went to work, was always spent on her hands and knees on the bed. “Hurry darling,” She would urge as she looked back over her shoulders, watching him stroking the hard young cheeks of her arse and fingering her hairy cunt. She would take his prick and guide it into her cunt moaning, “Hurry, oh hurry, give it to me.” Joe would stand behind her and fuck her, whilst leaning over and playing with her tits. “Thank god she had a job and is off to work,” Joe thought as he kissed her goodbye, and eased her out the door. “Recovery time, that’s what I need,” he mused. That afternoon, Joe had just finished all the cold food preparation and had things ready for the stove, when Rachel came in and grabbed him. “If the girls are going to be here tonight, I had better make sure you are well and truly stuffed before they arrive. “Come here” Rachel’s kisses quickly got him going, his “old fella” thought all his Christmases had come at once and stood quickly to attention. They sank down on the bed while she turned her attention to his erection. Joe’s mind raced, it is true that his foreskin was large, but what she does not know is that it hurts a little when my pricks fully erect. Any hurt disappeared quickly when Rachel’s beautiful lips opened and wrapped around the head. She slipped her hand around his stiffening prick squeezing it, before stroking his foreskin back and forward. Looking up at him, she rolled her eyes, as she took it back in her mouth, her hands moving around to pinch the cheeks of his arse. Rachel loved the feel of his large foreskin in her mouth. She breathed the pungent smell of his sex and licked his prick, enjoying his salty taste. Joe was over the moon. Oral sex was never spoken of when he was a kid. By the time oral sex became a regular part of an active sex life, he was getting on in years and a confirmed workaholic. Many times each day, Rachel treated him to the most wonderful sexual experience of his life. Her lips and tongue created an excitement that was completely new. “My god sweetheart, your one hot young lady,” he cried as his balls quickly emptied its limited load into her mouth. Rachel did not stop, when his prick looked like shrinking, she kept on and on, until he was putty in her hands and mouth. “My god Rachel that’s marvellous, what your mouth does to my prick drives me insane.” He whispered. She moved up to kiss him, her tongue leaving his mouth to tease his ear lobe. Throwing her head back she laughed. “Its not all one sided, you have only scratched the surface of oral sex. We will have to teach you the best bit; you will go down on me tonight.” He started to protest that he didn’t know what to do. Rachel grabbed him by the ears, “poke out your tongue,” “Now move it up and down, then in an out like this,” she ordered, as she poked out her tongue, moving her lips and tongue erotically. “I have already told the girls you have a great tongue, when I’m finished with you, you will be the best pussy licker in town.” Further demonstrations and lessons were halted when the girls started to arrive. The dinner was a rollicking success. They all treated him like an Arab sheik, and joked they were members of his harem. His glass was never empty, his prick never soft. He had never had so much fun in years. Rachel started the ball rolling, by telling the girls that Joe had agreed that they could use the large empty space and the excess furnishings on the ground floor. She went on to suggest that as he was enjoying being a Sheik, they could come to individual arrangements about the rent, hinting of payments not in cash, but in kind. By the time dinner had finished every possible sexual and financial arrangement had been canvassed. Sitting around sipping a port after all the cleaning up was over, Carolyn grinned at the others, and asked Joe to “tell us about this fucking foreskin.” Margaret said “don’t tell us show us” With Rachel sitting close with her hand on his lap, Joe took a deep swig of his glass of port, and explained. “In my day not to many mothers had their sons foreskins removed. You did not go to the hospital unless it was really necessary. He blushed as he went on, “my prick was always intact,” “It is different because of an accident when I was a young boy.” “Out at sea with my father, my penis was caught in a tangle of commercial fishing line when some heavy gear failed. A line under great pressure tore my clothes away looping around the head of my penis.” “I was saved by my father, who cut the line free, letting the huge shark that had caused the gear failure get away.” “If he hadn’t cut the shark free, I would have probable lost most of my penis and would have bled to death... As it was the line had created a massive blood blockage, as well as creating substantial skin and other physical damage to my prick.” He took another swig of his port and went on, “Some amateurish surgery on the boat saved my penis, but resulted in an enlarged toughened foreskin.” “A few months in hospital and a lot of pain restored my health. The damaged foreskin had grown around the head of my prick. The hospital doctors stopped it from blocking or restricting movement and finally decided to do nothing further, as Dad was totally opposed to circumcision.” To be truthful he concluded “it has never had much attention until Rachel came along.” His last remark was met with much laughter and a chorus of “let’s see it.” Rachel came to his rescue. “Listen girls” she cried “He is to old fashioned and too much of a gentleman to put himself on display” “I have told him I love him for what he did for me.” “I have also told him I want him to enjoy every opportunity that you may offer. Remember, he’s mine and will always be mine, but not exclusively.” “I would like him to have fun with you all, he deserves it, just treat him right”