4 comments/ 39358 views/ 2 favorites Goli By: boogerdude Dan Taylor stepped out of his truck into the warm sunshine of another glorious southern California morning. As he took his road bicycle out of the back and prepared it for the ride--checking tire pressure and loading his equipment-- a large SUV pulled up behind him. He glanced up to see a pretty young woman get out and go around the back to get her own bike. "I've never seen her before," Dan thought to himself. That was not unusual. The club was always accumulating new riders. But Dan had reached that age where he had become invisible to young women. That had been a blow to his ego, because all his life he had been good with the ladies. Now, if they were under 30 he might as well be a tree or fire hydrant. Not that he hadn't kept himself in good shape. When his doctor told him he shouldn't play basketball with the boys anymore, he started jogging. After his knees went bad and his hip started to ache after each run, he turned to biking for his workouts. He rode with the bike club twice a week and got to the gym as often as possible. But he was 52, and no amount of exercise could change that. Which is why he was so surprised when the young woman approached him. "Hi," she said, "I'm Goli." She pronounced it 'golly.' Dan stared at her, not quite sure she was talking to him. "I've never been out with this club. What do we do?" she asked. "Oh, uh, well, we just meet over there," Dan replied, pointing to the parking lot at the university, "and then we join whichever ride we choose." "That sounds easy enough...what is your name?" "Oh," Dan said foolishly, "I didn't introduce myself. I'm Dan Taylor." "Nice to meet you," she said as she shook his hand. Her grip was firm, warm. "What kind of name is Goli?" "Israeli." "Really? What part?" "Tel Aviv. But I'm going to college here." "What are you majoring in?" "I'm only a freshman so I haven't really decided," she said, "I'm leaning toward political science." "Wow," he thought, "brains and beauty." "Great," by now Dan was ready to go, "Shall we ride?" They pedaled over to the meeting point and Dan introduced her to the other riders. She was friendly and outgoing, so different from the women he usually met in Los Angeles. Dan surreptitiously checked her out, being careful not to let her catch him. She was 5'4, with long auburn hair that she kept in a pony tail. Her eyes were a sparkling green and she smiled easily through her flawless teeth and succulent lips. Her full breasts were covered by a wife beater t-shirt and an overshirt that she tied at her waist. Her tight biking shorts accented her perfect bubble ass that gave way to shapely and muscular legs. They left on their ride and Goli was full of questions about biking. Dan answered her questions patiently, mildly surprised at the amount of knowledge he had accumulated. They fell into a brisk pace but soon, her bike started making a noise in the gears. When they stopped for a break at the 15 mile mark, Dan used his tools to adjust her derailleur. Goli was very interested in the whole process and watched closely over his shoulder as he worked, so close that Dan could feel her firm young breasts against his back and savor a tantalizing trace of her perfume. The problem fixed, they continued their ride. Goli seemed taken with Dan, laughing easily at his jokes and genuinely interested in his life. Too soon they reached the college where they had started. Now it was just a matter of crossing campus to the parking lot. But campus roads were a mess, having been torn up for a new sewer system, and neither Dan nor Goli saw the uncovered trench across the road until the last second. Because of his riding experience, Dan was able to react immediately, braking and turning his wheel to avoid the trench. Goli was not so lucky. She hit her brakes but the front tire slid into the trench, pitching her over the handlebars. She landed on a sidewalk, sliding on her hands and cracking her head into a huge pump in the road. Dan jumped off his bike and ran to where she lay, prostrate and motionless on the sidewalk. He rolled her onto her back, checking her pulse and breathing. Her fractured helmet had done it's job, probably saving her life, and her gloves had protected her hands when she landed on them. Her knees were skinned but nothing seemed to be broken. Dan carefully removed her smashed helmet and examined her head—no lacerations, no major contusions. He checked her pupils and found them to be reactive. He tore off his shirt and soaked it in water from her bottle, using it to clean and cool her face. "GOLI! GOLI!" he shouted at her, "GOLI, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" She moaned and turned her head slightly. "GOLI! WAKE UP GOLI! GOLI CAN YOU HEAR ME?" By this time students were coming to his aid. Someone called campus police and they arrived just as Goli opened her eyes. Dan stared intently into her face. "Goli, look at me." Dan said as he examined her eyes. "Can you hear me?" Her eyes focused and she looked confused, but managed to nod at Dan. "Good. Do you know who I am?" She thought for a few seconds, "You're Dan," she said, "What happened?" "You took a fall from your bike," he said, "Do you think you can stand up?" "I think so." Dan helped her slowly get to her feet as the campus cop held her other arm. She took a step and her knees gave way. "We better take her to the infirmary," said the cop. ************ Half an hour later, Dan was pacing in the waiting room as they released Goli. She walked slowly into the waiting room with a doctor. "How is she?" Dan asked the doctor. "She'll be all right. No broken bones or signs of a concussion. Just a few bruises. She'll probably have a headache and be sore for a few days," he said, "Are you her father?" Goli and Dan exchanged glances. "No. A friend." "Oh, well she should go home and soak in a hot bath to relieve the soreness," said the doctor, "but someone should keep an eye on her for a while. Don't let her sleep for the next couple of hours, just in case." "Okay, thanks," Goli said. Dan helped her outside to her SUV that he had brought around from the parking lot. Both bikes were in the back. "I'm going to drive you home and ride my bike back," he said, "is there someone who can stay with you?" "My parents are out of the country and my roommate went home for the weekend," she said, "but you don't need to stay, I'll be okay." "Goli, you heard the doctor," Dan said, "you can't be alone right now. I'll stay with you for a while...if you want me to." "No, you've been so nice and I've been nothing but trouble..." "Nonsense. Besides, I'd only go home and worry about you." She smiled at him with those huge green eyes. "You're very kind." Dan helped Goli up the steps to her small apartment. It was a typical student apartment, cramped with bedrooms and bathrooms separated by a living room/kitchen area. He sat her on the sofa while he drew a bath. As he was adjusting the temperature of the water, he heard a noise behind him and turned to find Goli there taking off her clothes. She stripped off her overshirt and wife beater, then her bike shorts leaving her only in a skimpy sports bra and thong panties. Seeing his shocked expression, she said, "What's the matter Dan?" His eyes wandered over her luscious breasts, the hard nipples doing their best to get out of the cloth prison. He gazed hungrily at her legs, long and delectable save the bandages on her skinned knees, and her beautiful, heart shaped ass. "I..uh..." "You look like you've never seen a naked woman," Goli said, as she stripped off the bra. Her breasts bounced free, standing enticingly on her chest, as stunning as Dan had envisioned them. "Never one as beautiful as you." Goli blushed. "Thank you,"she smiled at him as she pulled her panties off, "is the water warm enough...Dan...?" He realized he was staring directly at her bush. The hair was fine and very light brown. Below it, her deep pink pussy lips stuck out enticingly, slightly damp and guarding their treasure. "Uh, getting there," Dan replied stupidly, "you might want to give it a few minutes to warm up before you get in." Meanwhile, his dick had risen to full proportions and was becoming painful in his bike shorts. Goli noticed the bulge and smiled. "Why Dan, is that for me?" "Um, well, um," he stuttered, "It's because of you..." "Since we have a few minutes, why don't you let him out?" she said, "Looks like he might need some air." Dan stared at her open-mouthed. Could this young, beautiful creature really be talking to him? "Okay." Dan pulled down his bike shorts, kicking them into the corner. Goli crossed the room to him and took his cock in her hands. "Oooh ," she cooed as she slowly stroked his dick, "what a nice zain." Her hand snaked behind Dan's head and she pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Her mouth tasted faintly of honey and her jasmine perfume was making his head reel. Finally realizing that this was no fantasy, he returned the fire of her kiss as his hands found their way down her naked back to her smooth, firm ass. She sensuously exhaled into his ear, licking and biting his earlobe as he kneaded her butt cheeks. His hand found it's way to her pussy and he began exploring her wet lips. "Wanna fuck me Danny?" she moaned into his ear. "Oh god, you can't imagine how much," he breathed back at her, "but why would you pick an old guy like me?" "Why not? I want to thank you for your help..." Just then his finger found her clit and her breath caught in her throat with a gasp. "...and because you turn me on." "Good enough for me." Dan thought as he pulled his head back to look deeply into her eyes. He thrust a finger into her blazing pussy and she dropped her head back and moaned, then turned to him with a look so hot he thought he'd lose it right there. She smiled wickedly and bent her head to bite his nipple. Trailing feather-light kisses and licks down his chest and stomach, she knelt before him. Her smoldering eyes locked on his as she licked and kissed the head of his throbbing cock. She lovingly bathed his seven inch tool, licking the purple head with her tongue and teasing his shaft with slow, luxurious licks and kisses. This girl knew how to suck a cock. Then suddenly, she engulfed his dick with one stroke and Dan felt the head hit the back of her throat. "Oh...oh...oh...Goli" he whispered, barely able to catch his breath. His hand wound itself into the auburn strands of her hair. She slowly withdrew only to plunge down again on his delirious cock. Dan thought his knees would buckle as again and again she drove his fevered dick as far into her mouth as she could. One hand caressed his balls while the other held his ass as he fucked her face with his shaft. He had to brace himself against a wall to keep from collapsing right there. She paused long enough to spit on his cock and one of her fingers, which she began to work gently into his ass. He felt that familiar sensation as the cum started to boil up from his balls. "Goli...I'm gonna..." She drove the finger into his ass, massaging his prostate as she took his dick to the base. With a desperate cry, he began to cum. "AHHHH.....AAAHHH....AAHHH!" he bellowed helplessly as she held his cock in her mouth. He actually saw stars as stream after steaming stream of thick, hot cum blasted from his pulsing dick, making his eyes water and his toes curl. Her throat worked as she swallowed his cream, then took his cock out of her mouth to clean it with her tongue. "You cum a lot," she said, smiling up at him. Dan slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor, still trying to get his breath under control. He looked at the Israeli temptress smiling mischievously before him, and knew he had to take her. He stood and swept her from the floor into his arms, putting her on the small counter by the sink. Goli slipped her ass to the edge of the counter, ready for Dan to fuck her. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, tapping it on her erect pink clit and making her moan with need. He kissed her deeply, invading her sweet mouth and dueling with her bubble gum tongue. She tasted of cum—his cum—and it made him even hotter to think of it. She tried to slide forward to capture his dick with her pussy, but Dan had something else in mind. Grabbing her hands in one of his, he held them above her head as his tongue licked her ear. Again she groaned and tried to slide onto his cock, but he would have none of it. Slowly he licked the velvet skin on her neck and ribs as his other hand teased her nipples with feather touches. Deeply he inhaled her scent, jasmine and aroused woman, as he tasted the alabaster skin around her nipples, slightly salty with sweat. She whimpered with frustration and arousal and arched her back toward him. He licked all around her dark brown areoles while starting to rub her pussy, his fingers teasing the opening and his thumb on her clit. She was whining now and moving her head side to side. Without warning, Dan bit her nipple and thrust two of his fingers into her liquid pussy. Instantly she came with a loud scream, her body humping his hand, her eyes alive and wild. He waited until she was on the downside of her orgasm when suddenly his fingers curled inside her cunt, stroking her G-spot and his thumb pressed on her clit as he bit the other nipple. Her eyes, which had closed in post orgasmic bliss, flew open and her mouth curled in a soundless scream as her body stiffened. "OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD..."she shreiked as she came again. Dan backed off her clit, knowing it would be sensitive after two such powerful orgasms. He licked and sucked her nipples gently as her breath returned to normal and she hugged him tightly to her breast. "How did you do that?" she panted, "I've never cum like that." "I know how you feel...I'm glad you liked it." "Please...fuck me now?" "Patience princess, patience..." Dan began kissing his way down her flat stomach while separating her thighs with his hands. Her soaked pussy gave off the pungent, exhilarating scent of her arousal. She smelled, well, like a woman. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Savoring this moment," he said, planting little kisses on her mound, "Just relax." "No, you can't...it's not..." "What?" "It's not...clean..." He looked up at her. "Has anyone gone down on you before?" "No." Dan smiled at her as he ran his tongue up the length of her wet pussy lips. She shivered as she stared at him, her face a mask of passion. "Hang on," he said. He licked up and down her slit, loving her little moans as she gripped the counter. He slipped her shapely legs over his shoulders as his strokes became deeper and longer. He pushed her knees up to her chest and ran his tongue town to her asshole. She squealed and gasped as he pushed his tongue in and fucked her with it. "What...what...oh...ohhh..."she moaned. Dan slipped two fingers into her dripping slit. Instantly her head jerked back and she cried out as he began pumping in and out of her while rimming her asshole. He wiggled his fingers inside her steaming pussy, rubbing her G-spot as his tongue sought out her clit. He gave it a long lick, which brought another moan from her as she grabbed his head with both hands, pushing his face hard into her scorching twat. Dan locked onto her erect little bud, biting and sucking it while inserting a third finger into her. Suddenly, Goli's young body jerked like she'd been shocked. Her mouth opened and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. "OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD," she screamed as she pushed Dan's head deeper into her pussy, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.....AHHHHHHHHHH." Her body jolted spasmodically, out of control. Her legs waved helplessly above Dan's back as her juices flowed from her pussy onto his face and ran down her ass. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH," she shrieked as another wave of orgasm wracked her nubile body. Her hands released Dan's head and flailed feebly across the counter, vainly seeking something to grasp. He stopped sucking her sensitive clit as she bucked and writhed. Giving her pussy one final kiss, Dan raised his head, tightly hugging her legs as she rode out her orgasm. When he felt her breathing come under control, Dan looked up Goli's torso, across her trembling belly and heaving breasts. Her exquisite face wore a look of amazement, her mind unable to process what had just happened. In that moment, Dan thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "That was...I've never felt like that," she said slowly, as though trying to sort through her feelings, "I felt like I could die." "The French call it 'La petite mort,' the little death," he replied. "I've heard. Now I understand why." As Goli looked down at Dan resting his head on her pubic bone, she noticed that the bathtub was full almost to overflowing. "Uh oh, Better let me up," she said, disentangling herself from him. She hurried to the tub and shut off the water. Kneeling beside it, she reached to pull the plug and let out some water. Just then she felt Dan behind her. He rubbed his newly hard cock up and down her drenched slit. "Oh my god," she purred back at him, "you're ready for more?" Dan said nothing but plunged his stiff shaft halfway into her tight pussy. She groaned and slumped forward, her head on the edge of the tub. Slowly he withdrew to plunge halfway in again. She moaned and arched her back to him as he continued this action at a leisurely pace. "Come on," she hissed, "give it all to me." "Give you what, Goli?" "You know." "I want to hear you say it," he said, punctuating the sentence with a fast thrust. "Your zain." "In English." "YOUR COCK! FUCK ME GODDAMIT" Dan buried his dick in her with one mighty thrust. She growled and pushed back at him, raising her ass higher. He grabbed her hips and gradually picked up speed, withdrawing all the way, then slamming into her molten sheath. She steadied herself against the side of the tub and looked over her shoulder at him as he took her, relishing the power he was fucking her with. Her liquid pussy sucked at him, trying to imprison his pistoning cock. Juice ran down his balls to the floor as he pounded the helpless beauty. She was whining now, and grunting each time his tool bottomed out in her abused cunt. Dan looked down at her perfect ass, hardly believing he was boning this exquisite woman. He spit on her asshole and slipped his thumb inside, drawing a surprised groan from Goli. He began moving it in and out of her ass in rhythm with their fucking. This brought her to a new level of passion and she thrust back against him even harder. Dan snaked a hand under her and started playing with her clit. Goli was panting now, and growling as he pounded her. He grabbed her hair, pulling it brutally back while using the other hand to twist her nipple, and that did it. Her fourth orgasm swept through her entire body, every cell and nerve crying in ecstasy as she screamed out her joy, so loud Dan was sure her neighbors would call the police. Her pussy clamped down on his cock even tighter, her juices flowing freely as he pistoned into her harder than ever. Her orgasm triggered his and he, too, shouted to the rooftops as he blasted the inside of her cunt with his sizzling cum. Feeling him come brought another orgasm from her, body shaking uncontrollably. She laid her head on the side of the tub, struggling to catch her breath. He collapsed panting onto her back with his cock still in her. Neither moved for a moment as they felt each other's bodies recover. Dan wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and feeling her heart beat. Goli "Wow," he said. "Double wow," she replied. As his shriveling dick slipped out of her flowing pussy, Dan slumped to the thick bathmat. Goli joined him, her head on his chest. "That was an even better workout than the bike ride," she said. "Really?" "Maybe we better try it again, just to be sure." Dan just smiled and closed his eyes. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. Goliath He woke to the nasty blaring tone of his alarm, and reached with one hand to slam the snooze bar while the other reached to enfold his lady. Gone already. He remembered now, she had an early meeting a few hours away and would be out early and home a little later than usual. Sighing, he rolled out of bed and snapped off the alarm. No point in snoozing if there's no one to snooze with... Her scent filled the bathroom as he made his way to the toilet. He sat down with another sigh and grabbed her towel to fill his face with her. Damn I love the way she smells, he thought. As he rose to start the shower, he placed his hand on the counter for support and accidentally flicked something into the sink. Looking down, he noticed the distinctive shape and instantly sprung an erection. A bright smile lit his face as he picked up the item and brought it to his nose for a sniff. His eyes narrowed slightly as a smile grew across his lips and looking into the mirror, he chuckled to himself saying, "Bucko, you are one lucky bastard." He popped the biscuit into his mouth and crunched with delight as he stepped into the shower, humming to himself in anticipation of later... Having enjoyed the shower a bit too long, he was now running late for work, but at least he wouldn't be walking in with the raging hard-on he was sporting earlier. He followed the smell of fresh brewed coffee down the stairs to the kitchen and quickly filled his travel mug to the rim. Sun poured into the room and from the corner of his eye he saw something gleaming on the table. He turned quickly to see a shiny new leash and collar set, wrapped in a bow. He picked up the leash, running the chain links through his fingers and raised it up to his mouth, gently laying it between his teeth. He gave his head a good shake. Next he brought the leather collar up to his nose and breathed deeply. Nothing like the smell of leather filling your nose and the feel of metal in your mouth. Damn, another hard-on. Should be an interesting ride to work... She pulled into the driveway a bit tired and cranky from the long day and longer ride home. Turning off the engine, she heard the excited barking coming from the house and smiled widely, like a Cheshire cat. She loved that sound. Making her way to the door, she called to her baby inside, "Where's my boy? Where's my boy? Happy to see me, Sugar?" By now she was in the house and being greeted enthusiastically by her pup; a very large pup. She ruffled his fur and scratched lovingly behind his ears, and into his neck, down his chest and under his belly. He whimpered and whined his appreciation, reflexively thumping his hind paw against the floor as she scratched at his belly. "Mmmmm, you like that don't you?" she purred. He mouthed her arm gently and licked the palm of her hand as she brought it to his muzzle. "Come on, Baby," she called as she made her way upstairs to change into something more appropriate. She sat on the edge of the bed, slowly removing her shoes and hosiery as her pup came bounding into the room. He stopped at the edge of the bed, just next to her legs and sniffed the air. "Mmmm, be a good boy and lick Mommy's tired feet." She held her feet to his muzzle and wiggled her toes in front of his nose. His nostrils flared and that long pink tongue came slithering from his soft mouth, to slide between each of her toes, licking the salty sweat with loving devotion. She dropped her feet as she sighed lightly and lay back to relax and enjoy. The pup lay on the floor with her feet between his paws, licking and suckling as he wagged his shaggy tail. "Such a good boy," she cooed and he moaned deep in his throat; a playful growl as he nibbled his way up her legs to the insides of her thighs. Sitting up quickly, she swatted him lightly on the nose saying, "No! Bad boy! Not yet! You know you can't have dessert before dinner! Come on, now, let Mommy finish getting undressed and the we'll eat, ok?" He gave her his best adoring eyes and lowered his chin to her lap, groaning a little as he tried to get a better whiff of the treat hiding inside her skirt. "Oh, such a pretty boy!" She held his face in her hands and kissed him lovingly atop his head, before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I love you baby, you're Mommy's best boy,", as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, nibbling gently with her teeth. He whined and grabbed her leg with his front paws, attempting to hump her with his bulging erection. "Now, now, cut that out, you nasty pup!" She pushed him off her lap and walked past him to the bathroom where she dropped her clothes piece by piece, apparently ignoring him as he sat in the doorway watching. He lay down, across the door saddle with a heavy sigh, as each piece fell in front of his nose, filling him with the smells of her and her day. Her shirt was a mixture of perspiration and perfume; her skirt, like the leather seats in her car; her bra, like the scented lotion she used after the shower and finally...her panties, wet and musky tinged with sweat and just a little tangy. He inched towards the pile of clothes, wanting to nose through them and suckle her panties. Would she let him? Could he resist? As she breezed past him, the scent of her panties overwhelmed him and he dove for them, taking them in his mouth and running from the room, down the stairs and under the kitchen table, burying his nose in the prize and suckling the soft wet fabric, savoring the flavor of his love. She was after him in a flash, laughing and chiding him for stealing her underwear. "Give, give...don't rip them! NO! Be a good boy..." He gently released them from his mouth, blinking rapidly and following her movements closely with his eyes. "Good boy," she called, "Here's a treat for my good boy." She handed him a biscuit from the jar on the counter, which he took lovingly from her hand and pranced into the living room to munch it on the carpet. His eyes followed her bare ass and the two long slender legs, which propelled it up the stairs. He sat up and raised his head to let out an appreciative howl, which made her stop and turn slightly to throw him a sly smile before resuming her climb with a little more of a wiggle and sway, now that she knew she had his attention. He bounded up the stairs after her as she turned the corner into the bedroom and out of sight. He was through the door and leaping for the bed when he caught a glimpse of her reflected in the bathroom mirror through the cracked door. She was standing in profile to the mirror, washing herself carefully with a face cloth. She lifted up each breast, then rinsed the cloth, washed under her arms, rinsed again, down her belly, rinsed, down one leg then the other, rinsed and finally, lifted a foot to the seat of the toilet and slowly dragged the cloth through her nether lips, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she did so. She rinsed the cloth and repeated the motion, this time tipping her head back slightly and cupping a breast with her free hand. He heard her moan lightly as she dragged the cloth over her clit and dipped back down for one last wipe. Then she came through the door and threw him the cloth, which he caught in his mouth and chewed as he rolled on his back with his paws in the air. She laughed sweetly and sat beside him, petting his belly. Her hand swept past his cock a few times, as she rubbed and scratched him, making him shiver and whimper with delight. She murmured to him lovingly as she sat there, sky-clad, stroking and petting her pup. He rolled back onto his belly and put his head in her lap, sniffing and nuzzling at her crotch. She giggled at the feeling of his soft fur on her thighs and ran her fingers through his hair, talking to him softly about what a good boy he was, as his tail thumped against the bed blissfully. As he began to sniff and lick at her soft mound in earnest, she suddenly pushed his face from her lap and hopped off the bed, slapping her thighs excitedly calling, "Who's hungry? Is my boy hungry? Wanna eat? Hmmm? Is my boy hungry?" His eyes lit up at her suggestion and he leapt from the bed to sit between her legs, looking up at her face and into her patch, back at her face, then back to her patch. He moaned and pawed at her thigh, just below the dangling, swollen lips protruding from her shaven puss and rolled his tongue out from his mouth, panting and lapping at the air to show his enthusiasm. "I meant dinner," she chided him, "I told you, that's dessert." She wagged I finger in his face and turned to the closet to grab her robe, the sheer black one that barely covered the sweet round curve of her ass. He knew he was in trouble now. She'd make him sit and watch her prepare dinner, his face staring right into that incredible ass, barely covered and begging for him to sink his teeth into its meaty flesh. Sure enough, that's exactly how it went. She took her sweet time, savoring his whimpers and attempts to nuzzle her. At one point she turned to get something from across the kitchen and eyed his swollen member, stiff and purple between his legs. "Is that for me, baby?" she cooed in her sweetest voice. She knelt down, taking his head in her arms and bringing his face to her breast, which was falling out of the opening in her robe. "Do you love Mommy, baby? Such a good boy." He nosed into her robe a bit more, probing for her nipple, finding it and suckling sweetly as she purred and sighed lightly. She held his head there for a few moments, enjoying his soft attentions, then patted him gently and rose to finish her cooking. He ate at her feet from a bowl on the floor and when he was done, laid his head in her lap under the table as she slowly finished her meal. She stroked his head as she read the paper and ate; he was grateful for the attention and not being told to 'go lay down'. Finally, she pushed her chair back from the table and took his chin in her hand, ruffling his hair with her other hand. "Have you been a good boy today?" He whimpered and whined deep in his throat as he inched closer to her feet. "Did you see the present I left you today?" He growled playfully and tried to snap at the hand under his chin. "Go get it boy! Go get your leash..." He tore himself from her grasp and bounded out of the kitchen to the front hall closet where he tossed the leash before leaving that morning. He could hear her giggling as he rummaged through the boots and umbrellas, tossing them out of the closet with his mouth, digging through the chaos and making a big fuss, even though the leash and collar were right at his feet the entire time. This brought her to the closet as intended, inquiring what all the fuss was about. He poked his head out innocently and then dove back to his search amid peels of laughter from his lady. "Where's your leash boy? Where is it? Get it for Mommy!" He jumped out from the closet, leash hanging from his mouth, collar dragging on the floor and pranced into the living room, rolling on his back, chomping on the metal chain and growling playfully. She ran in after him, laughing and diving onto his belly, pulling his legs and arms apart and biting him up and down the length of his tender underside. He yelped and feigned a struggle but she swung a leg over to straddle him and pinned him to the floor. For a brief moment, they caught a glimpse of one another, he with his leash and collar dangling between his teeth and her kneeling over him, scratching his belly like a dog and they laughed wildly at the absurdity of the situation before resuming their roles. She got up off him and walked over to her favorite chair beside the fireplace. He had lit a beautiful fire and stoked it full before she arrived. She pulled the chair up close and bade him come sit in front of her. He slithered along the carpet to sit front of her as commanded and offered her the leash, letting it fall from his mouth tenderly, into her lap. She stroked his head and murmured to him softly as she unbuckled the collar and gently wrapped the stiff leather around his neck. She cinched it tight enough to pinch just a little and buckled it closed, letting the tags hang from under his chin. She placed a finger between his neck and the leather, "There, does that feel ok, boy? See the pretty tags? They make a nice sound don't they? Shake your head for Mommy, boy." He gave his head a good shake and the tags rang against each other and the metal chain of the leash. "Mmmm, yes, I do love that sound, baby." She tugged at his leash, pulling him closer to her, opening her legs for him to snuggle in tight. She held the leash tight against her thigh, forcing his face into her crotch. "Want some honey for dessert, Baby?" He growled playfully into her soft patch of fur, breathing her heady scent and mouthing at her mound. She tugged his leash and the tags rattled against it, making her laugh softly as she pushed her puss into his face. Her feet were up on his shoulders now and her knees were up against her chest. She was hot and wet, her bare lips glistening with her juices. "Come on Baby," she moaned, "show me what that long pink tongue of yours can do." He nibbled and mouthed all around her mound, the inside of her thighs, the soft round curve of her ass, purposely avoiding the wet lips she was thrusting at his mouth. She tugged and yanked on his leash, pulling him closer, reining him in, holding him tight against her, but still he avoided her slick, wet slit, growling and mouthing everywhere but... Her frustration was growing; she grabbed at his collar with her free hand and pulled him against her lips. He was now tight against her pussy and could no longer avoid it. He rubbed his mouth and nose up and down her slit, doing his best to fuel her fire. She moaned and growled, pushing into his face and tugging at his leash and collar. He let the tip of his tongue poke out of his mouth and she cried with delight and then horror as he retracted it, using his chin instead to rub against her. "Be a good boy now, or I'll have to get your choke collar..." she warned as she yanked his collar again, rattling his tags and holding him tight against her crotch. He knew she was aching, but wanted her just a little riper before letting her fly. He kissed her gently and slowly, up and down her lips and cheeks until, trembling with anticipation, she began to beg. "Please, please, I can hardly breathe. Please Baby, lick me long and wide, right through my slit, from my ass to my clit and back again. Oh God, Baby, suck and lick and stretch me wide open!" Her hands fell from his leash and collar and grabbed into his hair, pulling and tugging as she bucked her hips against his face. He rolled his tongue from deep in his mouth, flat and wide against his chin and licked her long and slow, from the crack in her ass, up through her slit to end on her clit as she quivered and trembled under his touch. Over and over he lapped at her lips and her clit as he sucked and stretched her swollen flesh, rolling her lips over his tongue, sucking them in and out of his hot mouth, to her endless cries of ecstasy. She flooded his face with her sticky, sweet juices, which he drank with unquenchable thirst. She rocked and bucked against his face, sighing and moaning, groaning and growling, pulling him closer and closer, rubbing against his face, the fur on his face, his nose, his chin. She was beyond all sense of herself, rising to new levels of pleasure with his every movement and finally, as he began spreading her with his fingers and lapping at the tender insides of her swollen lips, she cried out in heady gasps and moans, pushing into the back of the chair, rising up and away from his face, trying to give her aching loins a reprieve as she gave way to the powerful waves of orgasm, rippling through her body. He sucked and sucked, long and hard, just as he knew she loved it when orgasm took her in this way. She was rocking and howling with delight, holding his face against her so tight, he could hardly breathe; he just held on for dear life and let her ride him to the ends of her passion. Finally, she slowed, her breathing a bit ragged but becoming more regular. He kissed her lips gently and lovingly, petting her sweetly as she wound down from her reverie. Her head rolled back, eyes fluttering, brows knitted together, as soft whispers floated up from her mouth. He raised himself from his knees and took her in his arms, laying her on the couch and wrapping her in a chenille blanket. She curled up against him, wrapped in the sweet softness of the blanket and the tender love of his strong arms, and gently faded into oblivion. "That's Mommy's good boy," she purred, "My best boy." Goliath Toshiro Hakagawa (Tomiko tonight) felt the hundreds of male eyes following him as he turned off the trail and began the ascent of the more densely forested hill. He had given them something to stare at, a miniskirted Japanese schoolgirl, ten years younger than Toshiro's actual age of 28, with firm slender thighs, sleeky black hair, high breasts, and a book bag carelessly slung over her shoulder, as she sauntered off the path, her hips provocatively swaying with each step. Oh, how they wanted her. If only they knew. They could all have her. But she wouldn't be quite what they expected. He had to be crazy walking here, Toshiro thought, with the killer they were calling Goliath still on the loose. Soon, he was deeply into the woods, the voices in the park faded into indecipherable whispers. Suddenly, his mouth was covered with a giant hand, and another massive arm wrapped itself around Tomiko's expensive and lifelike falsies. He was spun around, face-to-face with the giant. Goliath stood before him, all 7'2" and 400 pounds of him, clad in only a pair of jogging shorts. His body was rippled in muscles, from his massive chest to his slender waist to the huge quadriceps bursting forth from his shorts. And that was not all that was about to burst from his shorts. "Ain't it a bit late for a little gal like you to be walking out here all alone?" the giant asked in a thunderous voice. "It maight not be safe. Don'cha watch television, little girl?" "How's yo' mouth, sweetie?" he asked, both of his hands on Toshiro's shoulders now, forcing him to the ground. Toshiro felt each pine needle under his knees, exposed because of the miniskirt kilt he was wearing. "How are you at sucking cock, little cunt?" If you suck me right good, Ah maight wait awhile befo' Ah tear off yo' head," the giant said, holding Toshiro's head in a viselike grip. His massive hands almost completely covered the sides of Toshiro's face, and Toshiro had no doubt that the giant could do precisely that. Fortunately, Toshiro was quite good at sucking cock. "Peel off my shorts," Goliath told him, and Toshiro obliged. The giant's cock came free, slapping Toshiro in face. It was surely over 10" long, with a baseball bat circumference. Despite his fear, Toshiro's own cock was growing hard as he contemplating the prospect of sucking Goliath's massive dick. He pulled Goliath's shorts down past his feet and then rose to greet his shaft. He had to rise off his knees to attain the tip, which he eagerly engulfed in his hopelessly inadequate Japanese mouth. His mouth stretched to its maximum extent, taking in the entire hood, as he lowered himself back upon his miniskirted knees. The giant's shaft was now horizontal, ready to pound Toshiro's jaw into fragments. Toshiro's own hardened tool throbbed beneath his kilt, as he stretched to take more of the giant's cock in his mouth, his hand roaming over the giant's beautifully sculpted abs, then his rock-hard glutes, and finally down to the thick steel-like hardness of his massive thigh muscles. He pulled the giant toward him, caressing his hard ass as he engulfed another 6" of his cock. He grabbed Goliath's buttocks hard as he began to drive his eager mouth up and down on the giant's shaft, his own cock now aching with desire. "You really kinda like this work, don'cha, you little whore?" Goliath asked, as he began to drive his shaft in time with Toshiro's movements, battering his way into the hitherto virgin territory of Toshiro's throat. "Grab my balls, you little bitch. Ah am going to pour so much cum into you that yo' belly's gonna burst even befo' Ah tear yo' head off." Toshiro's hands ran down to grasp Goliath's shot-put sized balls in each hand, while the giant drove his cock past his throat. Goliath was now battering his mouth with the full length of his massive cock, thrusting it well past his throat, while his hand grasped Toshiro's head more tightly, almost to the point of tearing it off. Which is exactly how most of Goliath's victims had died. Toshiro bobbed his head more violently up and down Goliath's shaft, keeping time with the giant's thrusts, despite the pain. His own cock throbbed and ached for release. He squeezed and played with the giant's balls, pumping them in time with Goliath's thrusts into his violated mouth. Finally, the giant cried out, impaling Toshiro, holding his head firmly in his viselike grip as his weighty balls jumped in Toshiro's hands and Toshiro squeezed them like a tube of toothpaste as Goliath poured his hot salty seed into him, flooding his mouth and stomach. The big man squeezed Toshiro's head tightly, wanting to tear it off right then, but suddenly released it. "Not bad fo' a little ole schoolgirl. Ah tell you what. Ah'm gonna to let you live a few minutes longer. You're a real talented cunt. You know what Ah'm going to do? Ah am going to fuck you. But not in yo' cunt. In yo' sweet little virgin ass. I'll bet you never been fucked like that before." Actually Goliath would have lost that bet, and his word were music to Toshiro's still aching cock. "Don't' worry honey, Ah recharge right quick. The docs tell me it's because Ah've got too many of them Y chromosomes. The more the merrier, Ah say." Goliath picked Toshiro right off the ground, spun him around, and then dumped him unceremoniously right back on the bed of pine needles. He spread Toshiro's legs and flipped up his kilt to expose his ass. He ripped off Toshiro's panties in one quick motion. "Well, looky at we got here! A little stallion, not a mare. Well, it don't matter none to me, son. An ass is an ass. Ah'm an equal opportunity fucker," Goliath informed him in his sonorous bass voice. "Here, Ah'm gonna make it a li'l easier fo' both of us, the giant said, and started to spread Vaseline over Toshiro's asshole as well as his own monster cock. He grabbed Toshiro's waist with his massive hands and raised him off the ground. "OK, honey, Ah'm home. Let me in," he said as he drove his gigantic steel-hard rod 4" into Toshiro's ass, spreading him as he had never been spread before. Toshiro cried out, but relaxed his sphincter to allow the giant greater passage, even reaching back to grab Goliath's balls to urge him onward. The giant drove himself deeper and deeper in Toshiro, in time with Toshiro's squeezing of his balls. "That feels nice, but it ain't gonna save you son. Ah'm gonna tear off yo' head when Ah come. Ah like the feel of the death rattle when Ah pour my seed into a warm still-movin' headless corpse. Nothin' personal, son. It's just the way Ah skate." Goliath drove himself up to 9" inches in Toshiro's ass, passing Toshiro's limit, and Toshiro could feel himself stretched to the edge of bursting. Then, the giant grabbed Toshiro's head, yanked it up and rotated it sidewise, and began to lick Toshiro's ear. "Ah'm gonna be kissin' ya even after Ah pull your head off," the giant said. Ah'm gonna turn yo' worthless head around so you can watch me as Ah cum inside of yo' headless corpse. Ah'm gonna look into yo' dying eyes and see yo' fear as Ah pour my seed inside you." He began to drive deeper and deeper into Toshiro, stretching him painfully, as his tongue caressed Toshiro's ear, then roamed slowly down Toshiro's face, as he rammed into Toshiro harder and harder, burying all 10" of himself into Toshiro's colon. His tongue found Toshiro's lips and parted them, seeking the depths of Toshiro's mouth, even as he pounded his massive shaft at a faster and faster pace into Toshiro's impaled and defenseless body. Toshiro felt the giant beginning to come, and his grip on Toshiro's head grew stronger and stronger as he removed his tongue from Toshiro's mouth and prepared to tear Toshiro's head off. Toshiro reached inside his Tomiko wig and retrieved the stylus. He expertly pushed it through the socket of Goliath's right eye and deeply into his brain, giving him a prefrontal lobotomy the old-fashioned way and allowing the chemotropic electrodes to seek out their destinations in the giant's hypothalamus and amygdala. He then reached into his schoolgirl bag, sought out the control clicker and pushed button #3. Goliath arched his back, his brain nothing more than a giant orgasm now as he dropped his hands from Toshiro's head and poured his gallons of hot seed into Toshiro's digestive track. Toshiro could feel the warmth spreading through his abdomen as the giant collapsed on top of him, with all 10" of his massive cock still embedded deeply inside him. Goliath's weight was crushing Toshiro, and so he pressed button #5 (nursing behavior). Goliath got up on his hands and knees, lifted Toshiro completely off the ground, spun him around, plopped him face up on the bed of pine needles, and ripped off the smaller man's blouse and kilt, exposing his naked body to the moonlight. His mouth then zeroed in on Toshiro's still throbbing cock and balls. At first, he engulfed all of Toshiro's genitalia in his cavernous mouth, flicking his tongue over Toshiro's balls, while Toshiro's shaft slid up and down the roof of the giant's mouth. Then Goliath withdrew and began to lap Toshiro's balls and cock with his huge tongue like an eager puppy. He licked up and down the length of Toshiro's hard prick, holding it in his viselike grip as his tongue frantically lapped at it in search of milk. The milk will soon come, Toshiro thought, while his fingers explored Goliath's huge triceps and forearms as the giant squeezed his throbbing cock and the fingers of his other massive hand played with Toshiro's balls, while his mouth continued to nurse on Toshiro's cock like a baby at its mother's teat. Goliath's huge fingers began to trace their way around Toshiro's naked chest as he ferociously bobbed his head up and down the length of Toshiro's shaft. Toshiro felt himself beginning to come, and he quickly withdrew his throbbing dick from the giant's frantically sucking mouth. "Not like this," he told the giant. "I want to ride you like a bull." He pushed button #6 and the giant got up on his hands and knees and assumed the traditional mounting position for a female mammal. Toshiro slid out from under the soon-to-be-ridden bull. He used Goliath's Vaseline to lube both of them for the task at hand. He slipped his belt around Goliath's throat, tightening it so that he could use it as a rein. Then he stood on his tiptoes to shove his cock into Goliath's well-sculpted ass. "Giddyap!" he told the giant, and Goliath proceeded to do exactly that, bucking like a bull as Toshiro began to pound his way in and out of the giant's ass, crashing into Goliath's rock-hard butt with every thrust, his balls smashing into the giant's own magnificent orbs over and over again. Toshiro resisted the temptation to swing his schoolgirl beret, Stetson-style, above his head and yell "Yee-hah" as he rode the ogre into the sunset. Instead, he decided that the giant should have one last treat before he began his life of celibacy. He punched button #2 and Goliath became instantly erect. Toshiro reached under to take the Neanderthal's huge balls in his left hand and reached around with his right hand to grab his gargantuan cock. He then began to play with Goliath's balls, as he pumped his shaft with his right hand and continued to pound his way in and out of Goliath's ass. He lowered his mouth to the giant's spine and began to lick his huge muscular back, running his tongue up, down, and all over the hulk's naked skin as he continued to fuck his ass, which was now clutching Toshiro's cock with each movement as Toshiro pumped the big man's rod faster and faster in time with the increasing frequency of his own thrusts. Finally, they both screamed out, as Toshiro shot his wad deeply into the giant's bowels, squeezed his balls, and Goliath poured his hot stream once more into the cool night air. They lay there for a moment, Toshiro's tongue still softly exploring the big man's spine as his hands ran over every muscle of his mammoth back. Toshiro stood in the moonlight then, the forest shadows dancing on his naked flesh as he bent down to retrieve Tomiko's torn clothes and rearrange them on his ravaged body. He gave the giant's forehead a parting kiss as he rose to walk back down the wooded trail. Goliath looked up at him then. His brain was simplified now, more at peace, as his watched the moonlit clouds streaming above him. How could he have not recognized their beauty until this very moment? Toshiro reached into Tomiko's book bag and retrieved his notebook and pen. He crossed Goliath off his list and tried to figure out who was next. Perhaps the Seattle Slasher. He always wanted to see the rainforest.