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Horsing Around

By: shawalphamale



After Jodi Malenger and the rest of us in his gang had had our fun with a female school teacher we wanted to do it again. 

Not at first, to tell the truth, because we thought that Mrs Dunkley was going to cause us trouble over what we'd done with her and that javelin. Only Jodi was sure that the photos we'd taken would keep her under control. And, as always happened, he was right. From then on Christine Dunkley just about shat blue lights every time we even looked at her. It seemed like there was nothing she wouldn't do for us to keep those photos safely locked away, and that turned out to be God's own truth. By the time she'd finished doing all the homework Jodi gave her our nicely respectable teacher was ready to have an orgasm at the sight of a banana being peeled. If there was anything about group sex we didn't teach her it was because we didn't think of it ourselves.

So, once we knew that Ma Dunkley was going to be no problem, our thoughts started turning towards another likely poser for some hot photos. A search which didn't take long at all because about then a young teacher turned up who was just what we wanted. Her name was Miss Sarah Bailey, 'Bristols' Bailey as all the kids called her called her because she had a great pair of knockers and the sort of arse you could stroke for five minutes and not cover the same area twice. She was only twenty or so, kind of dumpy I guess but with a nice smile, long blonde hair and all those sexy curves that car designers wish they could copy.

The first thing was to get her on her own after school ended, so we forged a note from the headmaster and left it on Miss Bailey's desk. The note asked her to go to the sports storeroom after school to look at some damage that the Head thought her class might have done. So she came in but there was no Headmaster. Just five of us guys hiding behind the door with a big pillowcase. As she came in Mark and I grabbed her arms and the other guys pulled the pillowcase over her head. 

Now, have you seen any of those wooden vaulting horses? The ones that come in sections, and are triangular, broad at the bottom and getting narrower towards the top, with the leather strip on the topmost section. We'd put two of them together, side by side, so there was a V shaped gap between them. And we pushed that struggling teacher right up against the horses with her back to the gap. Then we grabbed at her legs and tipped her over between the horses with her hips just clear of the edge of each vaulting horse. By the time she couldn't slip down any further, she couldn't get up either, not without her hands to hoist herself up with, and I was holding them down at the other end of the horses.

True, Miss Bailey kept on trying to make a lot of noise but somebody else held his hand over her mouth and nose until she was half choked, and then she became quiet. Will and Jacko pulled the pillowslip up clear of her mouth and nose and then tied all the loose folds down over her eyes with a scarf. So there was Miss Bailey, every delightful inch of her, on her back, jammed in as tightly as a pound in a Scotsman's wallet, feet flat on the floor and her dark blue skirt pulled up almost to the top of her short though nicely shaped legs. But the first thing the lads did was to lean over the top of the horses and give her tits a good squeezing.

Of course by then young Sarah had nutted out where we'd put her and that she was going nowhere until we decided to let her go. She'd also realized we could keep her quiet very easily: easily for us, not so much fun for her to be gasping for breath. So although she said a lot it was more begging than ordering: in fact it was pretty much all begging as soon as she started getting her big udders tugged at like a cow in a dairy shed.

"No, please, no, boys, no, you mustn't . . . no, please don't do that . don't touch me there . . Oh! No, don't undress me, you mustn't!"

Apart from everything else, Jodi had ordered us not to say a word near Sarah, and I think the silence from her attackers worried her almost as much as everything else. What I thought was interesting was how she'd only had a couple of buttons on her dress undone before she was talking about being stripped. An even more interesting fact had her handlers grinning. Maybe it was the pervading smell of all that male sweat hanging around the gym equipment, maybe it was the knowledge she was at our mercy. Whatever, the teacher certainly knew that every guy fondling her knew she was getting turned on, and they knew it because they could feel her tight nipples even through her shirt and bra.

So Will and Mark decided to investigate further. I guess they weren't too gentle about it because a couple of Sarah's buttons popped off and they had to cut her bra straps with a knife to get enough slack to finally pop her big titties out of their cups. By God, it was worth the effort though, once the guys had wrestled the huge fun bags out into the open for a good pawing.

"Oh God, you dirty devils . . . don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I won't tell anybody about this if you let me go . . . Ooooh!" 

There was a kind of squawk there as Sarah felt her skirt get hauled back to show off what was underneath. Would you believe silk French knickers, purple, with white lacing around the waistline and the thighs? This was a school teacher? Every guy around the horses laughed at the sight of her plump bum wrapped up in that kind of gift packaging. 

All we had to do then was to take them off her, but we kept the teacher in suspense for as long as we could. She tried to keep her thighs clamped together when Jodi's fingers burrowed down between them but that last line of defense soon surrendered. A few quick rubs and she admitted defeat by opening her legs for everybody to see the damp patch right there in the gusset of those fancy knickers. Some more hard fingering on that patch, right between her quivering legs, and the heels of her shoes were clicking against the wooden floor as though she was tap dancing. I could feel her fingers digging into my hands as I kept her held down and she was still begging, but not to be released. . . not then.

"You bastards . . . it's Jodi, isn't it? You little shit, I've heard about you. Are you going to keep me down here while you all fuck me? Come on, at least tell me what you're going to do . . ."

She soon found out. By then every guy in the gang had a hardon he could have poked holes in a rockface with. Will and Micky hoisted up Miss Bailey's ankles and held them so her legs were pointing straight up in the air. And it was then she felt those nice French knickers being hoisted aloft for everybody to look at. Not that they were, of course, everybody was looking at her cunt now that it was on display and watching Jodi give it some friendly strokes even before the knickers were lifted off over her shoes. Somebody grabbed the purple passion panties, for a souvenir I guess, though nobody had any pockets available by that time. Except me, and I was stripping off as well because the teacher was firmly under control now with her legs still being firmly held -- only now they were being firmly held and also wide open. Will and Micky kept her in the fucking position, Jacko and me were pulling on her tits and Jodi began humping away at the teacher's tight little cunt like a runaway pile driver.

God, but she was a noisy bitch once she had a cock inside her. We had to hang a whole lot of clothes over the top of the horses to muffle the sounds Sarah was making without choking her. I guess she had plenty of reasons to sound off though because she seemed to be coming at least as often as her partners. So a good time was had by all, and it was only the beginning.

After we'd all taken the edge off our appetite we lifted our well fucked prisoner out from between the horses, still with her eyes bandaged over but wearing nothing but her shoes. We made a pile of clothes on the floor, knelt her down on it and began playing a game that keeps even a teacher from talking. Lots of cock sucking, lots of fun, she gets to swallow everything that comes her way, and we even took the pillowslip and the scarf off her face so the teacher could look up and see how well she was getting the lesson across to the pupil she was working with. The first trick she had to be taught was to do a very good job of cock sucking, but that's easily learnt when the alternative is a broken finger. The other trick she had to master was how to smile with a full mouth every time the camera flash went off. 

When she'd been a good little teacher and learnt her lessons properly we let her rest her sore jaw by dropping her face down between the horses and giving it to her doggy style. About then every one of us was starting to buckle at the knees. I only managed to finish off my last fuck by trying to imagine all the things we could do with two teachers both terrified by the photos we had of them. The idea of sharing a bed between a nude Christine Dunkley and a naked Sarah Bailey, both of them taking turns to suck on my cock while the rest of the guys watched them . . . well, I came, but I was so sore I could barely piss for a week, let along fuck any girl. 

Fortunately, we all made a fine recovery, even Sarah, though we left her lying between the gymn horses like a dead fish on a slab with a year's supply of spunk leaking out of her cunt. Oddly enough she turned up bright as a button the next day, smiling at everybody, and especially at Jodi. It turned out that not only was she a very satisfied girl, she was a very apprehensive one in respect to a certain roll of film. Jodi gave her the straight word: do as you're told, or else.

Miss Bailey fluttered her eyelids when she was given the message, sighed deeply enough to strain her boobs against her dress and agreed. What she didn't know was the sort of party tricks she was going to have to learn, or the kind of parties where she was going to show them off. The only teacher who could have dropped a hint or two about that was Christine Dunkley, and she was too frightened to say anything to anybody unless Jodi told her to. Jesus, I couldn't wait for my prick to get back into full working order again

Horsing Around



That cock must have been two feet long.

Wait. Before you click away thinking that this is one of those bogus stories, you must hear me out. I know it sounds unbelievable, but believe you me, I am not exaggerating. That cock was really two feet long. If my eyes misjudged the size, I can still bet my life that it was more than one and half feet long, if not two feet exactly.

Wait. Wait. Don't turn away. Just hear me out. 

You have to give me at least benefit of the doubt, considering how far we have come in our relationship. I mean, it is me, Xyster. You have read my stories before and I think by now you know me well enough to at least give me a listen—well, read in this case.

I guess I should begin at the beginning; that way there is more to the story even if you find my claim to be, shall we say, difficult to swallow. I must add here that my heart just skipped a beat as I put down those words: "difficult to swallow". Which girl out there doesn't fantasize about "difficult to swallow" things; it's just that most probably they are not thinking of words that are difficult to swallow; rather they are thinking about cocks that are big and beautiful, or the stuff they shoot out in rather large quantities that fills our throats to more than their capacities. 

It could also mean things entering from the other end—proper end that is. A penis that is big in circumference and large in length can be "difficult to swallow", if you know what I mean, when it is trying to enter one's vagina. But once "swallowed", it can give those feelings of being completely filled; one's cup runneth over kind of feelings. I personally like a dick that opens me wide and explores me deep. Nothing is more satisfying than a penis that can stretch me to my maximum and touch me in places that are hard to reach. Borrowing a phrase, with all due apologies to Trekkies, I like a man that can go where no man has gone before. (Or come where no man has come before.)

But that's me, Xyster; the cunt that craves a big dick. Not that I have been fortunate in my adventures. I mean, I'm lucky if I can find a man that can fulfil me, say, even partially. I have been with men that barely scratched the surface, and I am going to say that I have a lot of surface that needs scratching. That does not mean what you are thinking right now. I mean, any insinuations about my pussy being too big would be just ridiculous. I am talking about my sex drive, of course. 

Many men do not qualify, or should I say, do not deserve to enter a pussy like mine, because they are not properly equipped. In the words of Peggy Bundy, to those men, an inch and a half is six inches, but we can't be fooled that easily. 

Of course one wouldn't know that from reading the stories you find on this site. I mean just look at the ones that are framing this story in the listing. I dare you to find any story where a man doesn't have seven incher or longer; and they are probably talking about a penis that is hanging loose. If fully erect, a penis like that stretches to at least a foot if not longer. I mean considering that kind of boasting, it is not far fetched to have a penis that is two feet long, or at least more that a foot and a half. 

Which, this particular penis that I am talking about was. Really, it was. It was fully erect, so at least there is some credibility to my story already, but I have even more to back my claim up. I have video footage of that penis in action and I can show it to you to prove my point. 

Let me make one more point, although it has nothing to do with anything so far in this writing. It will become important later on when I delve deeply into the workings of human body and how one penis can substitute for another when role playing. More on this later; for now, just remember that when I say that making love has to satisfy me, I am talking about in more ways than one. 

Sure, there is that orgasm thing that a guy must bring about in my body; but there are also those feelings of being filled, as I mentioned earlier; of feeling that cock stuff me hard and fill my cavity to the brim. Of course, when I say cavity, I am talking about more cavities than one that need to be filled with the same cock. 

We all know about the vagina. It is granted that a cock must stuff a vagina. Almost every sexual encounter includes that dick ramming itself hard, and repeatedly, into a vagina. It is my favourite part of having sex, mind you, and I enjoy sex the most when I can just lay back as he works on me with all he's got. It receives the most during sex as he has to do the most to it to get me to completion—as this cavity and the area around it is most instrumental in getting me to completion. What I mean by getting to completion is to be physically satiated, and a cock that pumps in and out of a pussy repeatedly for hours on end will make sure that that pussy then registers physical satiation once she is exhausted.

We all also know about the anus. The rectum, to which the anus is attached, is another cavity that can also be filled. There is not much in it for the woman, but the man gets his fill, if you pardon my play on words, from stuffing it. A woman can enjoy giving the kind of pleasure an anus can give; considering the tightness it imparts to the penis, as opposed to the smooth, slippery, but let's just say, not so tight feelings that a penis gets from a pussy. A man receives most from anal sex, and many women find that satisfying enough to consider it worth their while as well. In other words, they believe that by giving all that, they also receive, and this receiving can in many ways resemble the receiving they experience through their pussy.

Then there is the mouth.

This concept is rather difficult to explain, but some of you will know exactly what I am talking about when I tell you that sex is a sort of hunger for us, well for me. This hunger requires swallowing a rather large and appetizing penis in my mouth until it soothes the taste buds with its life-giving nectar. When that penis empties itself into my mouth, or rather my throat, the liquid has to quench my thirst as well as satisfy my hunger. I love to feel that thick, creamy sperm-shake sliding down my throat and making its way down my oesophagus to my stomach. I also love to have enough of it to make the effort worthwhile.

This cavity is very different from the other two in the sense that it not only feels the penis, but it can also taste it. It can taste the smoothness as the skin of a hard cock comes into direct contact with the tongue and the receptors for sweet and sour flavours on it. It can taste the thin, viscous fluid that oozes out of it in one steady stream, followed by the erupting, gushing, copious load of semen. 

Taste is not the only thing when it comes to oral sex; there is also the aroma that enhances the sexual experience. The most intimate moment between a man and me is when I am holding his penis in my mouth, pressing underneath it with my tongue, along that rather large vein that brings first pre-come and then the golden liquid itself, to my throat. As my nostrils take in that sweet, musky aroma of his pubes and my hands feel those delicate testicles of his, I love to feel the rubbery-smooth penis tickling the back of my throat, as its juice drips down my throat. It won't be a cliché when I say that at that moment I become one with my man. I feel him reaching my heart in ways that he otherwise can't. 

Of course, the culmination of our union is when his penis starts expanding as pressure in his balls builds to a point where the penis can no longer contain its load and his system gives in to the impulses constantly running from the nerve endings in his penis to the most basal parts of his brain. I brace myself for the impact as my hands cups his buttocks and he holds my head tight in his grip as he pushes even deeper while the floods are released. That first stream hits my palate and the rest hit randomly around the back of my tongue or the back of my mouth. 

At first I used to almost choke as the huge sum of sperm collected on and around my air passageway, but as I became more experienced, I learned to direct the stream straight down without letting it interfere with my breathing. I learned to cherish each and every drop and wouldn't let go until he becomes completely dry. In a way, the traditional "suck, don't blow" advice makes sense. A blow job really involves sucking on a rather large straw. As the liquid comes out of it, it has to go straight down the throat and onward to the stomach. Otherwise, you'll get a mouth full that has nowhere to go but out through your lips. That kind of waste is intolerable for an addict like me who wants to suck the man for his first orgasm and then have him fuck her. Two reasons: one, this way I get the maximum amount of ejaculation in my throat; and two, he lasts longer in my pussy during his second time. Of course, if he can make it to the third time, as many have, I then let him have his way with me in any of the cavity(ies) of his choice.

Only once did one man make it to the fourth time. I almost married him. But that is another story.

Put another way, when I want to have sex, it is because I have this emptiness that I need to fill, and I am being as literal as I can be. Sure my pussy feels this need to have a dick inserted into it so that it massages and soothes all around my vagina; but the real filling comes from the liquid a man ejects—ejaculates—into my vagina, my anus, and my mouth— specially my mouth. The more there is, the fuller I get.

I love the word ejaculate. It is a very erotic word but it is also a very soothing word. It personifies the essence of a man erupting out of him in the form of what can only be described as heavenly fluid. A man's body precipitates this thick, glutinous liquid out of his blood and collects it in his semen capillaries—vas deferens—where, if it is not ejaculated out, it gets reabsorbed into the blood. That, to me, is another terrible waste and it is a shame that every man does not ejaculate his treasure out into me. I love the texture, the feel, the taste, and the look of a man's sperm. My mouth waters just with the thoughts of his balls reaching the point of ejaculation, his penis expanding under the pressure of release, and his sperm coming out in long and short spurts. 

That sperm is very soothing when it covers the inside of my mouth or gets absorbed into my vaginal walls. It is very refreshing when rubbed on my nipples and breasts or when generously applied to my clitoris and my pussy lips. It feels good when spread over my stomach or rubbed in and around my bellybutton. It specially feels stimulating when my man uses his sperm from first ejaculation to lubricate my anus and the area around it before entering me from that end. 

But, I digress. Now back to that two foot long cock.

I'll tell you about the first time I saw it, because I actually looked at the footage—you can laugh if you want at the unintentional pun there in that word—again and again to confirm my, well, eyes—or what my eyes saw the first time. As you'll come to realize, there is substance to my story, and you'll come to know the secret of my story as well. Stay tuned.

I came home one evening from a rather lengthy meeting with the whole production crew, where we not only had to sort out some of the projects that weren't moving at all but to actually find a way to finish two projects that were taking forever, despite most of the people in our company working on them for weeks. 

Everyone had finished with their supper and my mom and dad had retired to their room. My brother was busy watching TV, as is his habit. I'll tell you, if one day we wake up and find that there is no more TV in the world, my brother would just die on the spot; that's how addicted he is to the darn thing. He had dropped out of college when a management position opened up in the supermarket he used to work at. He got the job and his life took a turn for what I would consider to be the worst, although he seems content. His job does not require any brains, as most of the work is delegated to his assistants, so he has developed this nasty habit of spending all of his free time in front of the TV. He watches anything and everything.

I, on the other hand, can't stand most of the stuff—or rubbish—that comes across the airwaves; well, across the cable converter would be more appropriate. I went into a career as a Graphic Artist after finishing my degree and can never seem to find the time to even watch an episode of Friends, let alone watch anything else.

My most TV watching takes place when I sit in the family room eating while he is flipping through the channels, like we were doing that day. I was rather hungry, so I was swallowing big gulps of rice and curry, as my eyes constantly shifted from my food to the TV and back to my food. I don't even know what was on at that time because I was still thinking about the problems at work. It was during one of those fleeting looks that I saw right there on the TV screen, spreading from the bottom left corner to the top right corner of the frame—majestic, awe-inspiring, mouth-watering, fully-erect—TWO FEET long cock.

You can click away if you want, but I'll tell you, you'll miss one hell of a story here. That cock was huge; almost a big as my arm and as thick as well. The head on the end of it was not so big in proportion, but the girth, my God, it was enough to give any female nightmares. 

My hand froze in midair as my mouth that was already open to take in the tasty morsel that my hand was bringing towards it, opened even wider. 

I didn't know what to do or what to say.

I dropped the spoon onto my plate with a rather loud noise as that huge cock disappeared inside a waiting pussy. I choked just at the sight, even though there was nothing in my mouth and coughed a couple of times to clear my throat. I looked at my brother and his mouth was also open at the sight.

I sort of yelled at him, "You know, Steven, if you are going to watch porno's on that TV, you should at least wait for me to leave or at least warn me about it, instead of subjecting me to the frightful view I just witnessed."

He seemed a little confused. He replied, "God, I didn't know that was coming. Had I known that, I would have changed the channel myself? Believe me, that view is even more frightful for me than it is for you. It is quite belittling."

I laughed at his dilemma. I guess seeing a cock that big can belittle any man. I mean the sheer size, the enormity of it, was mind boggling.

"The Book of World Sexual Records" shows that the larges size of penis ever recorded by medical personnel is a little over 12 inches (or was it 14, I forget). I am talking about staff that examined people's penises and scientifically recorded the sizes. I am not talking about the braggers we seem to be surrounded by around these parts. I also know that there was a news story going around South Africa, or Africa in general, where a woman filed for divorce because her husband had a penis too large for her to handle. Imagine that! A penis that the woman couldn't handle. It was somewhere in Sudan and the woman was rather short in size and he was quite tall. He actually, physically harmed her womanly parts as he dug deep into her during their courtship.

Still that penis couldn't have been larger than 12 or 14 inches as recorded by doctors and nurses. So, we agree that it is impossible for a penis to be two feet long. Well, a human penis that is.

Some of you probably have already figured out from the title of my story and others must have put the two and two together and realized that I am talking about the cock of a horse. My brother was watching a nature documentary about horses in the wild and that scene showed the lead horse mounting a willing mare right there on our TV screen in front of the camera documenting everything. 

Some of you probably found my attention getting opening to be rather cheeky, and I give you that. Some of you probably even got turned off when you discovered that I was misleading you the wrong way with my plot or maybe you are disappointed that the whole story has shifted its frame of reference. I can apologize for it—but I won't. You see, I am trying to be cute and you can't deny that it is very cute of me to keep you hanging this way so far into the story. Look at me smiling and see my perky boobs shaking with each stifled laugh, and you'll have no choice but to be drawn to me like a bee to a flower, or in your case, a moth to the source of light. I don't care if you are male or female, you'll find my profile attractive enough to let this pass and enjoy the story as it unfolds.

So, there I am watching this horse mount this mare. He is a young stud and she is a seasoned pro. She kept him at bay, pleading—that's the only way I could see it—until she decided, and I emphasize the fact that she decided when he should mount her; a lesson for those guys out there who try to force themselves on us girls. Even animals know it is inappropriate. 

He was anxious, as you can imagine, to get his hands (front legs) on that beautiful, sleek body of hers and it seemed to me that she wanted it too—badly—only she didn't show her enthusiasm; a lesson for you gals out there who put out too easily. The guys are not going anywhere, so control the giving. Let them beg for it.

Once she acquiesced—a word I learned from the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean"; you girls can have Orlando, I'll stick to my Johnny—he raised his front while moving forward with his hind legs. He positioned himself on top of her as he brought that huge, huge cock of his up to her tail joint. The head of his penis moved her ponytail—the real thing this time—aside as he kept moving forward. His penis went into her pussy as he still kept moving forward. To bury that long thing in her vagina, he had to move a long way forward.

He was one eager beaver. He was trying to go as deep as possible and to my understanding, he would have even inserted his hind quarters insider of her if he could. He wasn't just pushing his cock inside of her; he was actually pushing himself inside of her. His efforts were so energized that his body almost broke in half as he bent around the middle trying to hold her tight with his front legs while trying to insert all of himself with his rear. 

It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. His muscled body was rippling with the strain he was putting himself through. The energy, the strength, the length; I felt sorry for the mare for being in front of so much fury; I also envied her for being taken so abundantly. I have used the words "to take with abandon" in my other stories and it seems appropriate for the way the horse took the mare, but I prefer the word "abundantly" because it tells you what I really felt he was doing. He took her from all sides; he completely overpowered her; he absorbed her into himself, or at least tried to.

His body was taut with his passion. His muscles were stretched to their maximum. He was expending so much energy onto her body that it looked like he was going to hammer her four legs into the ground like spikes.

Then as suddenly as it had started, his body released its pressure. His body relaxed completely; almost became limp. Once the mare realized that his grip had eased on her, she carelessly moved forward. Apparently he was unable to move with her as his still erect cock—although not with so much power as before—just slid right out of her pussy. His front part of the body fell off of her and landed hard on the ground. 

I gasped when I saw his sperm still oozing out of his penis. Apparently she had moved away before he had finished ejaculating. As he stood there, limp bodied with his penis hanging straight down, the sperm came out in two quick spurts and hung from the end for a while before dropping down to the ground in one big lump. There was so much of it still glistening off of the underside of his head that it would put any man to shame. Not that any man deserved this double whammy. 




Horsing Around



I could only imagine the total amount of liquid he must have ejaculated because most of it must have stayed inside her vagina while a lot of it was still "hanging around", again, if you pardon my being punny.

I looked through the corner of my eyes to see my brother's reaction. He was aghast. His mouth was open with amazement as his forehead showed a trickle of perspiration forming. I was excited myself, just like a good porno would excite its viewer, or like a good incest story on this site excites its reader. I actually felt my pussy getting wet; that's how exciting I found that scene to be.

My brother knew that we had witnessed something amazing. We weren't supposed to witness something so explicit together, as it didn't conform to the normal rules of behaviour, but there was no denying that we had witnessed something spectacular. What started out as an innocent nature documentary, turned out to be a one of a kind lesson. For one, I didn't know until then that animal sex can be exciting to watch. Two, I didn't know until then that I could actually get excited by watching a sex scene even if my brother was present. 

In the past, whenever a movie showed some explicit scene, we both tried to look away as if our looking away would erase the scene from the picture. This time we both were captivated by the events developing in front of our eyes; for our own separate reasons, of course, but captivated nevertheless.

He knew that I had seen every second of the event and I knew that he had done the same. Once the scene was over, and once we snapped out of the trans we were put under by the camera, the natural awkwardness crept in that is supposed to creep in when a brother and sister see something which is supposed to be a taboo. We were speechless, so there was no way to use words to dissipate the awkwardness. All I could do was to abandon my efforts at trying to continue eating, pick up the dishes, and go to my room. We would forget what we saw and meet again next time as if nothing had happened.

Now, let me digress into another point that I find a little troubling. Both my brother and I are adults. We both have had sex with someone in the past and we both know what sex is about and that it is something we are supposed to do. Still, we can't accept the subject of sex where we both are talking about the same thing. I don't know if that made any sense to you, but take that horse thing as an example. We both saw the horse mating with his mare. They had sex. There was nothing to feel awkward about it; I mean it is nature; it is natural. But we couldn't be in the same room together after that. Isn't that ridiculous? 

We know that we are sexual beings but the hint of sex in our presence would send us running to different parts of the house, what for? Is it because we don't want to admit that our sibling can think about sex or because we don't want our sibling to know that we like sex?

I didn't even enjoy the scene as much as I should have because my brother was around. I mean, I was excited, but I was afraid to be excited freely. I liked what I saw. I wish I could see it again. But, because my brother also saw what I saw, it took something away from my enjoyment of the scene.

Of course, being a nature show, I knew that program would repeat sometime soon and I decided to keep an eye on the TV listings to see it again without my brother being present. The beauty of Digital Satellite Television is that almost every program repeats so many times that every subscriber has a chance to see it at least ten times, if not more. Of course, that is also the annoying thing about it; whenever you want to watch something, nothing new is on, only repeats.

In this case I was thankful that that show was on two nights later, twice during the weekend and would play again two weeks later from the night we watched it for the first time. The next show was a little earlier than the first one, so I made sure I was home when it aired. My brother was watching TV as usual and I didn't take the remote from him when the time came. I didn't want him to know that I wanted to watch that scene again.

During the weekend my parents hogged the TV. I couldn't watch either of the two showings. I had to wait for the show airing two weeks from my first viewing. Luckily it was on after midnight and I knew everyone, including my brother, would be in bed by then. 

Sure enough, everyone was gone when I came to the TV room. I didn't turn any lights on and turned the TV on while keeping the sound low. The show started at 12:33 AM and my brother showed up around 12:40 AM. He was a little startled to find me there and tried to make some kind of excuse why he had come. I was running out of patience, because I had finally succeeded to see the show after so many tries. 

I knew that he had seen the show before and he knew that I had seen it as well. I knew I wanted to see it again and it was obvious that he wanted the same. We both had seen it together before, so we were past whatever was unacceptable about seeing it together. We had already done the unacceptable. 

I decided to hell with the stigma and asked him to sit and watch. He was a little surprised and a little embarrassed, but he stayed nonetheless.

The darkened room made it easier to enjoy the scene when it finally unfolded. The mounting, the energy, and the ejaculation; I was thrilled. It was a monumental sight for me and I couldn't keep my mouth from watering as I couldn't keep my cunt from getting wet. I didn't know what my brother felt and I didn't care. I didn't want to spoil my enjoyment because he was around.

We sat there quietly as the show finished and the credits started to roll. There wasn't so much awkwardness in the air as there had been the last time. I was sitting where he had sat during the last viewing and he was sitting where I sat that time. He didn't get up for some reason and I didn't want to leave just then. We couldn't sit quietly, though, for too long without saying something otherwise the awkwardness would have crept back in. 

I am older than him, so it was easier for me to break the ice, so to speak. I said, "Well, that's that."

Not that I said anything profound, to which he could only reply, "Yeah. That's that."

I decided to leave once again.

The show aired again a couple of times, but I didn't watch it and after another week or so, I lost track of it. I basically put it behind; put it out of my mind. 

It was a few weeks later when I sat in front of that TV eating my supper as my brother flipped through the channels incessantly. I stopped paying attention to him once my eyeballs started to spin like symbols in a slot machine. I was vaguely aware of it when he finally settled on one show and the back of my mind registered some horses on the screen, but my mind didn't quite realize that he had put the same show again. I couldn't miss that penis though when it appeared or the ejaculation when things came to a boil.

I couldn't hold my tongue any longer. I looked at my brother and said to him, "I shouldn't find this exciting, should I?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I can't stop myself from watching it."

Then something he did surprised me. He rewound the tape. 

Apparently he had recorded the show on a video tape. There was that penis again and that ejaculation.

He rewound again, and again. The same scene played a few times and I watched it with fascination every time. 

Around the fifth viewing, he put the whole action on slow. I actually saw more clearly that penis getting inside the mare, that body of the horse going limp in more animated way, and that penis actually pushing his ejaculation out—yes, pushing it out. I didn't know that was possible.

I also noticed that the horse was moving it around on purpose, as if airing it out. 

I decided to get up and leave by that time, but not without saying, "I think I better leave before I get carried away."

I though Steven would ask me what I meant by that. Instead he said, "I know what you mean."

I didn't quite get the implication of our conversation, until later when I was lying on my bed thinking about the whole horse thing. My brother and I were experiencing a similar reaction—well, arousal—as a result of watching that horse mate with that mare. My brother and I were aroused by watching that horse mount that mare. Dare I say it, my brother and I were aroused by watching that stud fuck that mare. I gasped at the realization. 

There was a non-verbal communication of sexual nature between the two of us. I found that to be very novel.

A few days later, as he sat flipping through the channels, I sat next to him on the sofa and said, "Well, if there is nothing else on, why don't you put our favourite movie on."

He laughed. "I was thinking of that, but I didn't know if I should."

"Well, you should." I smiled.

We watched the scene a few times, twice in slow motion. Even though the novelty was wearing off, it was still exciting. Not as much as before, and not so much since our open acknowledgement to each other of liking it, but still exciting.

My brother asked me, "Do you wanna see something else on the same lines."

"Sure." I said briefly.

He put another tape in. This one was titled "Animal Sex" and it showed different creatures mating. There were more horses, some cows, some goats, and even elephants. Someone actually had gone to the length of compiling a video of sex scenes involving different animals. I had to admit that as fascinating as the scenes were, none were really that exciting. Even the horse scenes were not as exciting as the one from our TV show. I preferred the original horse scene to the scenes in the tape, which were seemingly from a stud farm, where a group of men was first busy washing and preparing the horse's dick before bring it to mount a waiting mare. Yes, you read that right; they actually washed a horse's erect cock before making it mate with the mare.

When the tape was finished and my brother rewound it to the start, he asked me, "So what do you think?"

I answered, "Interesting."

He asked, "Just interesting?"

"Yeah, just interesting. Somehow this tape doesn't have the same punch as the other one."

"You mean the energy we see in the other one."

Once he finished rewinding the tape, he put the other back in and played the scene. Once it was over, he paused it and asked me, "So, which part of this scene do you like best?"

I knew then that we had moved into uncharted territory. We didn't need to be quite so frank with each other, but having come to the point where he wanted to know which part of the sex scene I liked, I gave him my answer. "I like the ejaculation. How about you?"

He went back to the beginning of the scene and played it in slow motion. He said, "I like it..." and waited for the point when the horse lifted his legs up and the penis came in contact with the pussy. Then he continued, "...from here to..." and waited for horse to go in and try to bury himself inside the mare. As the horse pushed with all his might, my brother paused the tape and said, "...to here."

"Well, that is more than what we need to know about each other." I tried to laugh away the discomfort that came with discussing sexual things with my brother.

"Yeah, I guess." He tried to help me along.

So my brother liked the power scene where the male was impaling the female with his iron rod and I liked where the male had spent his energy and was leaking his essence out. It really was more than what we needed to know about each other. I sat their contemplating, what we'd discussed. 

"You know what I find amazing about these scenes?" My brother came up with something more to add to the conversation.

"No, tell me."

"These animals are having unprotected sex. They can do what they do so freely, without worrying about the kind of things we have to worry about."

"You mean..." and I left my thoughts unsaid. We both knew what he meant.

"Yes, that's what I mean. You told me that you found the scene exciting. I found it depressing." He paused, thinking whether he should express what was on his mind.

He continued, "I find myself envious of the horse. He has it good, just like these other animals."

There was a pain in his statement that I could relate to. Stated plainly, what he was trying to say was that these animals can fuck around without worrying about the diseases that we find ourselves faced with, while we can't even shake hands with someone without thinking about the possible transmission of some germs or viruses. 

The reality of things was quite biting. 

I had to sympathize, "Yes, I can fully relate to what you are talking about."

We sat there quietly for a long time, depressed about the way things have become for sexually active, mature adults in sub-Saharan Africa.

I couldn't help but wonder how long had it been since he was with someone in biblical sense. I knew that he was quite popular in high school but I couldn't recall anyone special in his life since he quit college. I, on the other hand, had a couple of platonic relationships, one with a relatively older—and probably safer—man, but the thoughts of actually sleeping with someone, of exchanging bodily fluids, were horrifying for the time being. 

All the books that I had designed for the UNDP crowd, where they were trying to educate us poor bastards about the pitfalls of unprotected sex, showed clearly that at the most contagious stage, all the tests show negative results. In other words, one can't even detect the virus when it is most dangerous.

"So, Sis," he broke the silence after a long while, "How long has it been?" It seemed like he was wondering about the same kind of things as I was.

His question kind of startled me. I knew we shared this sort of intimate bond, but I didn't realize we had progressed to a level where we could also get personal with each other. But the question seemed harmless enough, so I decided to answer it.

"It has been so long that I can't even recall the last time."

"Do you miss it?"

"Of course I miss it. I mean, who wouldn't? But you have to weigh your options."

"Yeah," He replied, followed by another long silence.

I broke the silence this time, "How about you?"

"Two years, three months, six days, five hours, and eighteen minutes."

His answer was so spontaneous I burst out laughing. "What, no seconds?" I said while still laughing. "But, who's counting, right?"

He laughed with me, "Yes, who's counting."

We were quite casual about the conversation and that surprised me. Although, why it wouldn't have been casual, I can't say. We were both mature adults and we could discuss such superficial things without any stigma attached to them. Actually I wondered why we hadn't discussed things like that before, being in the same boat and all. We could actually be supportive to each other.

"I guess I don't have to ask you if you miss it, because it looks like you do."

"Well, when I sit here with my sister, watching animals having sex on the video, it can't get any worst."

We both laughed.

"So, what are we supposed to do?" I threw in a casual remark, showing that I had resigned to my fate. There was nothing I could do to improve, or deal with, the situation at hand.

"I am hoping to come across a like-minded girl, who is probably keeping herself safe as well. I'll hook-up with her and we'll sort of help each other out."

"Well, good luck to you," I smiled. "I'll do the same and keep myself available for a guy like you."

All kidding was over as we sort of got tired of the subject and went to our rooms.

It was amazing how we had so much in common when it came to being safe. I mean, many youngsters his age, men in their early twenties, actually feel invincible and usually don't show the kind of prudent behaviour he was showing. It was easy for me. I was looking for something more than sex in my relationships. I was looking for a serious relationship, period. Sex was supposed to be a bonus. Unfortunately something like that wasn't available for me, even if there was no threat of infection.

He was right about one thing though; about finding a likeminded individual of the opposite sex, who also was cautious and hooking-up with that person for mutual gratification. I mean it would be nice if one could find someone like that.

Of course, you can guess the next step. As I was falling asleep—actually I was almost asleep—when a slow flame ignited in my head. I mean, there he was looking for someone of the opposite sex who was playing it safe and there I was looking for the same. He was the opposite sex to me and I was his opposite sex.

When I woke up the next morning, I remembered a dream I had that night about my brother and I being the answer to each other's needs. Of course, in the light of the day, the idea seemed preposterous. I was his sister for God's sake. He was my brother. How could I even contemplate such a thing? 

Yet, during the wee hours of the night when heart yearns for affection and body craves warmth, the idea didn't seem so far fetched.

But, on the other hand, even if I accepted the solution—not that I was going to—there was no guarantee that he would see it as a solution. He may be mortified at the mere thought, although that didn't seem like a possibility; I knew who I was and what I presented in the form of a female body to a horny male.

As the flame grew in size, my mind started thinking about possible scenarios. I could approach him and tell him that I'd found the girl he was looking for. Once he was so prepared, I would present myself in disguise. 

Of course that idea didn't stick around too long in my head. Actually none of the ideas stuck around for too long before I crossed them from my mind. One thing that none of those ideas could solve was the fact that at some stage he and I would face each other as brother and sister who were either about to have sex or had just finished having sex. 

I finally decided to drop the whole thing before it came out in the open and caused humiliation for both of us. Although I wanted to test the waters just a little, but the risk seemed too grave to undertake something silly like that.

It was about two weeks after our long, heart-to-heart conversation, when I found him flipping through the channels. The house was very quiet and the air around him was kind of gloomy. I was feeling a bit tense myself because of my workload and all. I just wanted a brief break from things, so, I decided to join him in his flipping channels routine.

I normally sit either on the dining table that we have in our TV room or I sit on one end of the three-seater couch, while he sits on the other, with his feet on the coffee table. That day I was feeling a little frisky. I had my usual sweatshirt and shorts nigh time attire on, which was rather loose and hid all of my body from anyone's view; in other words, nothing to shout about. I did have my favourite perfume on, which usually makes my bed sheets smell very nice while I sleep in them. 

I decided to sit right in the middle of the couch, which placed me right next to him. I sat cross-legged as I asked him to put our favourite movie on, to which he obliged without a word. I had my nail file with me to keep my hands and eyes busy.

The horse mounted the mare. The horse came inside the mare. The horse ejaculated outside in our full view. The whole scene was so familiar by then that I could commentate on it from memory. He went through it a few times, both at slow and normal speeds. I didn't really watch it as I concentrated on my nails. Apparently, he didn't watch it either, as I saw him looking at me through the corner of his eyes. Well, I didn't really see him looking at me; it was more of a feeling that us girls have when a male shows interest. Well, maybe it was all psychological because I fit the description of who he was looking for. But, I have to admit I felt rather warm thinking that he was showing interest. Whether he was or not, I don't really know. I did think that he was and I reacted to his look.




Horsing Around



"How is the search going?" I asked very casually during one of those long pauses between things.

"What search?" He either was preoccupied and didn't hear me properly or didn't quite know what I was asking.

"You know, for a likeminded person."

"What likeminded person?"

I felt a little angry. Our conversation was so significant in my mind and it was so forgettable in his that he didn't even remember what we had discussed the last time.

"You know, a likeminded person of the opposite sex, who..." I tried to freshen his memory while leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Oh, that." He nodded. "Not so good. So far the only person of the opposite sex that I know who thinks like me is you."

"Well," I laughed, "That really is not good for you."

"You shouldn't be laughing," he said with what I assumed to be mock anger. "You are not any better off, if I were to guess. You see, the only person of the opposite sex that you know who thinks like you is me. So there."

"Yes, you are right." I said with seriousness. "And that's not good for me."

We both were quiet for a long time after that, just contemplating our fate. I was busy with my nails while he was busy flipping through channels again. The sound was low enough to almost be muted.

I mulled things over and over until I couldn't contain myself. I whispered, as if I was saying it more to myself than to him, "Maybe we should help each other out."

I don't know if he even heard me because his flipping of channels continued. I expected him to react with surprise if he did hear me but he didn't react at all.

I thought of repeating my words a little loudly but lost my courage and decided to just forget the whole thing, at least for the time being.

It must have been quite a few minutes before he looked at me and said, "You can't be serious."

"Serious about what?" I feigned ignorance as to what he was talking about.

"What you just suggested?"

"What did I suggest?" I continued with my ignorance play.

"You said, 'Maybe we should help each other out.'"

"Help each other out with what?"

"I guess you are not serious then," he decided to give up. 

I waited a short while and then asked, "Well, what if I was?"

He sat up quickly. "If you were serious then I would say you were crazy."

"Why am I crazy? Doesn't it make the most sense to help each other out?"

"No, it doesn't. You are my sister. I can't...I mean we can't."

"But think Steven. Think carefully. You don't have to agree with me, but think with me at least for a second. Just humour me, if you will."

I waited for him to be fully attentive. He was looking at me when I spoke again.

"Here we are, looking for someone who is being safe, with whom we can then hook-up for mutual satisfaction. I mean we don't have to look any further. Here we are!"

"But...we are..."

I cut him short. "You know, Steven, we are in an extraordinary situation, which calls for an unconventional solution. If you are looking for a conformist way out of it, you'll be waiting for a long, long time. I don't know about you, but I seem to have needs and desires that require this approach before I can fulfil them."

He sat there stunned and bewildered. I said to him as I got up to leave, "Well, think about it, at least. What do you have to lose?"

(More to follow...) 



Horsing Around



I was leading our newest mare out of the main barn and over to the stud barn, when the boss's daughter, fell into step with me. "Where're you heading Jack?" She asked with a bored expression on her face. She had been here about two weeks now and according to her, there was absolutely nothing to do. Her mother had sent her to visit her dad for the first time in nearly ten years and she wasn't happy about it. She had bitched several times about being exiled and shipped off to the middle of nowhere. For some reason, she seemed to think I cared and hung around, getting in my way mostly and asking stupid questions.

"Over to the stud barn to breed this mare." I answered, hoping she'd go away and leave me alone. She didn't though; all she did was giggle like a little girl. Hell, she was a little girl. I can remember when she ran around in diapers. She had always had a cute face but now she wore dark makeup and too much of it to boot. Her clothes were always baggy and I think the only color she owned was black. "What's so funny about that?" I asked as I stopped to open the gate at the barn.

"You're going to need a tall box, if you're going to breed that horse." She said and giggled again.

I looked at her sharply and frowned. "Not me, silly. I'm not going to breed her; Big Jack's going to breed her." I said. "Now get out of here and go find something to do."

She stood there a moment and then asked, "Can I help you, I've never seen two horse's…. Uh, mate, yeah, that's it."

I looked at her, still frowning. "I don't think that would be a good idea and your daddy probably wouldn't like it. I know your mama wouldn't approve. She never approved of anything that had to do with the breeding program." Here in the stud barn, or in the boss's bedroom, for that matter, I added mentally.

"In that case, I definitely want to help you." She said getting a stubborn look on her face that I recognized from her mom's days here on the ranch.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Gail, are you on your period?"

"What?" She asked with a surprised look on her face. "What's that got to do with anything?" She shot back.

"A woman on her period makes a stallion crazier than normal and makes him harder to handle." I said, in reply.

"How the hell would he know if I'm on my period or not?" She asked with a frown.

"His sense of smell is pretty damn good." I said with a grin.

She blinked about twice and said, "Oh! Oh, ok. In that case, no I'm not on my period."

"You're sure?" I asked. "Big Jack's hard enough to handle as it is. Me and your daddy are probably the only two people who can get close to him when he's doing his job."

"Sure, I'm sure, it's not for another two weeks. I've been as regular as clock work since I was fifteen." She said, a hint of anger creeping into her voice.

"Ok." I said, "I believe you. No need to get your shorts in a wad." She giggled and said something under her breath. "What was that?" I asked.

She grinned and leaned close to whisper, "I'm not wearing any."

"Any what?" I asked, not understand what she was talking about.

"Any shorts." She said and giggled. "You know, drawers, underwear, panties."

"Oh!" I said and look at her sharply, and asked, "Why not?" 

She looked at me for a second like she didn't understand the question and then she grinned and said, "I'm rebelling."

"Against what, the summer heat?" I asked jokingly.

She laughed and shook her head, "No, my mom for one and society as a whole for another. Anyway, it makes me feel naughty and sexy at the same time, not having any on under this dress. My mom would have a cat and three kittens, if she ever found out. Even more kittens, if she knew I had told you about it or anyone else for that matter." She paused to look at me for a moment and then asked, out of the blue, "Why does my mom hate you so much?"

I shrugged and led the mare into the barn. Gail followed and then shut the gate and latched it. I heard Big Jack whinny softly from farther back in the barn and the mare nickered back and tossed her head. I caught her lead up short and petted her nose, talking softly to reassure her.

Gail moved up close by my side and watched me intently. "You talk to her like you would a little kid." She said. I chuckled and nodded. The mare settled down and I led her on into the breeding pen. "Does she know what's going to happen?" Gail asked softly, almost in a whisper.

"Not really, it's her first time but don't worry, Jack's an old hand at this and knows what to do and how to handle her." I said as I tied the lead rope, came back out, and shut the gate. "She'll be skittish and nervous so he'll take his time, if I know him. She ain't his first virgin, believe me." I turned to see Gail blushing, a bright red. "Oh, hey, sorry! I forgot who I was talking to."

She turned around as though nothing was wrong and asked, "Where's this Big Jack and why is he called Big Jack, by the way? He must be a huge horse to carry a name like that."

"He was named after me." I said with a grin and started to walk toward the back of the barn.

"Huh?" Gail said. "I don't understand?" After a second or two, she asked, "Ok, then that makes you little Jack, right?"

"No it doesn't." I said with a laugh. "It has to do with your daddy's sick sense of humor, among other things. That and an old joke that we used to bounce back and forth."

"What joke was that?" She asked.

I looked at her sharply and grinned. "It's not one for little girls and it's definitely not my place to tell it to you, of all people." I said as I stopped in front of Jack's stall.

"Hey, I'm not a little girl anymore; I'll be nineteen in a couple of months." She shot back at me.

I just stood there looking at her as my mind wondered at the fact that it had been that long. It couldn't have been that long, one part of me said, it was only a few years ago. Another part said, yeah dummy it's been that long. I sighed and turned my attention to Jack but Gail wasn't letting go.

"You never did answer me about why mama hates you so?" She said as she moved over to stand next to me, again. 

I looked at her for a second and then said, "The reasons are personal and if your mama wants you know, she'll tell you. Knowing her, I doubt if that'll ever happen, not in this lifetime, anyway."

"You don't like me very much do you?" She asked in a soft, almost trembling voice.

I thought about how I should answer that question and decided on the truth. "I love you, little one. I always have, ever since I first saw you in the hospital when you were born. It broke my heart when your mama left and took you with her."

She looked at me sharply, with a slightly confused look on her face. After a second, she whispered, "You sure don't act like it. You act like you don't want me around."

I sighed and replied, "It's complicated and all past history and there's nothing I can do to change it. So, I figure that it's best, all the way around, to just stay out of it. I got hurt bad enough the last time."

"Ok, that enough. I want to know the whole story and I ain't leaving until I get it." She said with a hard edge to her voice. An edge that I had heard her mother use many times.

"Look it's not my place to tell you anything. I gave that up a long time ago." I said with an edge in my voice that equaled hers. "I'm in here to breed that mare to Big Jack and it's time to get started. So, I think it's time for you to either leave or go back down to the other end of the barn, while I get him out of his stall. He doesn't take to strangers to well and to females even less. That is, unless they're another horse."

Gail frowned and then turned on her heels and ran off toward the front of the barn. I watched her until she made the turn by the front gate and then I felt myself sag and I leaned on the gate. Damn, I hated to come down so hard on the girl but what else could I do.

I opened Jack's gate and picked up his lead rope. He's not a big horse but he's all legs, ass, chest, and dick. I've never rode another horse that came close to him. He carried my hundred and fifty pounds like I wasn't even there and was as smooth as silk in nearly every gate. He wasn't any rocking chair but if you could ride, even half well, he was a real pleasure.

He was in fact, my horse. I had bought him at a dog food auction, shortly before I had come to work here permanently, instead of just during the roundup. That was twelve years ago. This was my second time working here full time. The first time was when the boss had first started this place and had ended shortly after he married Gail's mama. Gail was right; her mama did hate me and hated me with a passion at that. I grinned as my mind chipped in; yeah passion is a good word. There was a better one but I'll let that one slide.

Jack was frisky and moved around the stall in quick starts and stops. He knew there was a mare in the barn and he knew why. I grinned as I saw the red head of his dick moving in and out of its sheath. "Yeah, old boy, you know she's here don't you." He whinnied and shook his head. "Yeah you do. She's a little virgin to, so you need to take it easy on her." He stopped dead in front of me and pawed the soft dirt and straw of the stall floor. I chuckled as I clip the lead rope to his halter. "That got your attention, I see." He tossed his head up and down as though he was saying, "Hell yes, that got my attention, wouldn't it yours?" I laughed and lead him out of the stall.

I held the lead up short because I knew he would bolt to the breeding pen gate if I let him. Hell, I had seen him damn near take that gate down a time or two trying to get to a mare in heat. As it was, he pranced along next to me, bumping my shoulder from time to time, trying to speed me up. I laughed and said, "She ain't going anywhere, so take it easy."

As I stopped to open the breeding pen gate, I heard Gail whisper, "Oh, shit." I turned to see her sitting on a hay bale near the main gate, her eyes were big, and her mouth was open as she stared at Big Jack.

"I thought you left." I said as I led Jack through the gate a step or two and let him get a sniff of the mare. "Close that gate." I said in her direction as the mare danced sideways and whinnied loudly. Jack moved sideways with her and then laid his head along side her rump and pushed her back. She shifted her weight as though she was going to kick, but Jack didn't give her time as he reared up and mounted her.

I heard her breath go out of her sharply and then she made a sharp coughing squeal as Jack's big dick found its mark and rammed into her. I checked quickly to see if everything was all right and then stepped back out of the way. Jack had everything under control. 

I heard a gasping noise behind me and turned to see Gail leaning against the fence, her face almost pushed between the boards. Her eyes were big and she had the look of awe on her face as she watched Jack's big dick slid in and out of the mare. I heard Jack grunt loudly and the mare squealed again. That's it folks, it's all over but the shouting. Jack shuffled back and came down off the mare; the head of his red dick brushing the deep straw for a moment before it slowly retreated. 

I grinned as I heard Gail whisper, "Holy Shit."

The mare was standing there stock still, with just a quiver or two running along her body. I checked to see if she was bleeding or anything. She seemed fine, so I led Jack toward the gate. He wasn't in much of a hurry for anything now. "Open the gate." I said to Gail. She seemed not to hear me, so I said, "Hey, snap out of it." Her eyes came up and over to mine and then her body gave a jerk and she blushed, a beet red. "Open the gate." I said again. This time she moved.

I tried to hide my grin as I led Jack away to his stall. I freshened his water, and gave him a measure of grain, before I left the stall, and headed back to see about the mare.

Gail was nowhere in sight as I got back to the breeding pen. I figured, she had seen more than enough and had left before I got back to save herself the embarrassment. As I reached for the gate latch, I heard a noise from behind me. I turned to see what it was and didn't see anything. I listened a second, and realized that it was coming from behind the stack of hay bales across the way. My mind recognized what the sounds, sounded like and I had a strange feeling that I had been here before. The smart thing would have been to go on in the pen and forget about the sounds but no one had ever accused me of being smart. 

I shook my head as I moved to the end of the stack of hay bales and looked around it. I felt a lump in my throat and a catch in my breathing as I saw Gail half sprawled on a hay bale, the top of her dress was unbuttoned down to her waist, and the hem was up around her waist. She had one hand on her right breast and the other was very busy between her legs. My first thought was that, she hadn't been lying about not being a little girl anymore. She was a fully-grown woman and a mighty fine one at that. As I watched, her body gave several fast hard jerks and she moaned softly. Her fingers on and in her sex, slowed a second, and then returned to what they had been doing. I licked my lips and grinned, that girl had staying power. That grin faded as I felt the throb and swelling along my left jeans leg. I pulled my head back quickly and turned toward the mare again. 

Gail moaned a little louder than she had a moment before, which caused me to stop dead in my tracks. I licked my lips again and suddenly knew exactly how Big Jack felt when a mare came to this barn. I felt myself turning around and then I was walking around the end of the hay bales. The bulge down my left leg was larger and straining to get out of the confining pants leg. If or when it did, there'd be all hell to pay, just like last time. With a mental shrug and a physical shake, I moved toward the now prone girl.

I tossed my hat over onto another hay bale and knelt down at Gail's knees. She jumped when my hands touched her knees and gently pushed them farther apart. Her eyes had flown open and there was a mixture of expressions on her face, surprise, embarrassment, and pure lust. I smiled reassuringly and bent to lick the inside of first one pale thigh and then the other. She moaned loudly and lifted her legs, planting her heels widely on the edge of the hay bale. I moved forward and licked the sensitive skin around the edge of her hand and fingers. She shivered and slowly moved the hand. Her sex was open and the light pink inner lips were spread out on each side of her slit. The brighter pink of her clit was swollen and sticking up out of its hood. I licked my lips again and grinned. What a beautiful little snack that would be, flashed across my brain.

My tongue traced a line up the center of her slit and lightly flicked the pink bud at the top. Gail arched her hips up and moaned loudly. My tongue took a quick dive into her liquid center and wormed its way deeper. Her hips quivered and jerked against my mouth as her hands found my head and her fingers tangled in my hair. It was only seconds before she gave out with a yell as her an orgasm hit her with full force. Her hips were bucking and jerking against my face as I held onto her hips and worked my tongue as deep as it would go. When her hips slowed, I eased my tongue out of her and used short flicking licks to advance on her clit. When I paused to suck on and then gently chew the thin pink inner lips, she whined deep in her chest and pulled at my hair, urging me on to her clit.

When my tongue did finally trace the outline and flick at her clit, it was like pulling the trigger on a gun as she went off with a loud yell and a bang. I held on tight again and tried to suck on the little bud as I ran my tongue over and around it. She was yelling loudly and humping her sex up against my face hard enough to hurt my nose, a small price to pay, I might add.

Suddenly, I released her clit and dropped my mouth and tongue back down to her flowing opening. The yell lessened but her hips moved even harder and faster. It was like drinking from a sweet spring. As the flow subsided and her hips slowed and finally settled to the hay, I sat back on my heels and look up along her body. She had that slack faced look of pure bliss and was chewing on her lower lip. Her hands were milking and squeezing her breasts slowly.

I gave a soft groan as I stood up and undid my belt. I knew better but like Jack, there was no helping myself. I lowered my levies and leaned over to rub the head and shaft of my manhood along her slit. Her eyes flew open and then got big as she saw my dick. She quickly shook her head and as quickly moaned softly and shut her eyes as the head of my dick teased her clit back and forth.

I leaned more weight against her and rubbed the whole length of her slit. This brought an even louder moan and a lifting of her hips as she pressed herself even tighter to me. "Roll over and I'll show you what Jack gave that mare." I whispered softly in a hoarse voice. Her eyes popped open and she shook her head quickly. "Ok." I said and slowly stood up, reaching for my pants.

She watched me or rather my dick as I did and then whispered, "Wait." I waited but when nothing happened, I started to pull my levies up. Her body gave a shivering quiver and she moaned softly as she slowly rolled over. She brought her knees up onto the edge of the hay bale and lowered her head to rest on her folded hands and arms. God, what a beautiful sight she was. Her pale thighs and tight firm ass cheeks framed her slowly pulsing sex and the darker pink of her asshole.

I swallowed hard as I stepped up behind her and pulled her hips back and down until her sex was in line with my hard shaft. I used my hand to rub the head around her hot wet opening until it was slick and shiny with her juices. When I pressed the head against the entrance to her sex, she pulled forward as far as she could, and whispered, "It's not going to fit."

I gave a sharp hard thrust of my hips and the head squeezed inside. She yelled sharply but it faded to a long drawn out groan as I held pressure against her and pulled back gently on her hips. My dick was slowly sliding into her tightness as she wiggled and squirmed. When I was about half way in, I paused and then slowly pulled out until just the head was inside. She had gotten very quiet and didn't move at all, but when I started back forward, she yelled and pushed back against me, moving me into her faster than I had intended. 

As I fucked her slowly and gently, she slowly relaxed around my shaft and I could move a little more freely. I had been going a little deeper with each stroke and it wasn't long before I felt the head of my dick touch bottom. She gave out with a loud gasp when I did and a shaking started in her hips and her sex clamped down around me hard. I held still and reveled in the feeling of her heat and satiny grip. Then there was an even hotter flood along the length of my shaft as she came and came with a vengeance, bucking her hips and yelling loudly.

As she calmed down and slowly relaxed again, I looked down between us. There was still about three inches of my dick still outside her. I grinned as I took a long stroke, almost pulling out at the top and ending up pressed against the bottom of her incredibly hot and tight sex. Shivers and quivers chased each other up and down her body as I did. I leaned slightly forward and said softly, "It fits. Well, most of it anyway."

She shifted her upper body and then I felt her hand exploring the part of me outside her. She groaned softly as she realized how much was inside her. I made another slow stroke like the last one and she groaned even louder. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"For what?" She asked back with a whimper.

My answer was to start fucking her with long sure strokes as I watched the point we were connected. As my shaft pulled out, the skin around the opening of her tight little pussy came up with it, clinging to it. When I pushed back in, the skin around the opening went in around my dick. She was grunting and groaning loudly and bucking her ass back against me at the bottom of each stroke.




Horsing Around



After a minute or so, I felt and heard her starting to cum but I kept right on hammering her. She was about half way through her third orgasm when I felt my balls starting to tighten up and that old familiar tingle starting along the inside of my shaft. I sped up and fucked her even harder. The intensity of her last orgasm was just subsiding when I came with a gush. It had been several months since I had last cum and it felt like a gallon spurted out of me to bath her insides. She yelled loudly and hammered her ass back against my stationary hips. I could feel the head of my dick pressing tightly against her cervices each time she did and faintly realized that all of me was in her. I marveled at that, it had been a very long time since that had happened. In an ass yes, but not in a pussy.

Slowly Gail collapsed forward, dragging me with her to a point, and then my softening dick slowly pulled out of her. She gave out with a loud groan and then lay there breathing hard and fast. Ever so often, her hips would give a little flutter and I could see the milky mix of our fluids seeping out of her vagina, to run down along her slit and drip off her clit. I grinned as I reached down and got the bandana out of the back pocket of my jeans and wiped my now limp dick off.

I eased back, sat down heavily on another hay bale, and watched Gail as she slowly came back to this world. After a while, she sighed deeply and shifted her upper body off one of her arms. "Oh, wow." I heard her whisper softly. When she moved to get off the other arm, she groaned softly and then sighed as she lay back down. She blew out a long breath and whispered, "I think I'm going to live, in spite of myself."

I chuckled and said softly, "I don't know of anyone that has actually died of an orgasm." Her head jerked up and around as though she had forgotten I was there, and then she smiled shyly. "How are you doing, little one?" I asked in the same soft voice. 

The smile turned to a grin and she nodded her head. "Just peachy keen but I can't get most of my body to work right. It seems to be on strike or something."

"Just relax; you'll be fine in a little while." I told her as I got up to move over and sit down by her. "Your systems had a little bit of a shock and needs time to recuperate."

"A little shock? Holy shit, I'd hate to be involved with a major shock then. I'd be dead for sure." She whispered and then chuckled. "I know I came about three times as you were licking me and then about three more times as you…." She let he sentence die as she hunted for something to say besides the F word. Then she went on, "Made love to me. After that, it was just one long continuous orgasm or maybe one orgasm on top of the next. About that, I'm not too sure. I wasn't a virgin, although I wasn't to damn far from it. That's one of the reason's mom shipped me off to this place, to keep me away from my boyfriend." She took a deep breath and slowly rolled over onto her side. 

"Your mom didn't approve of him, I take it." I said as I handed her the bandana. She just looked at it for a second and I chuckled as I said, "You're going to need it when you sit up."

Her eyes go big and she asked in a whisper, "We didn't, I mean you didn't…." Her eyes got big and I could see the fear in them as she realized that there had been no protection.

"Don't worry, it ain't a problem, I've been shooting blanks since I was a kid. I hurt myself getting thrown off a nasty bronco when I was about fifteen." I told her. I could see the relief flooding across her face. I thought a moment and then added, "It's one of the things that led up to your mama hating me and your parents getting a divorce. In the heat of an argument one night, your mama told your daddy that you were my daughter and not his. Well, your daddy knew about my accident and the fact that I wasn't able to have kids and told your mama about it. She didn't believe him, so he called me in and had me tell her. She still didn't believe it." I sighed and stood up to pull up my pants.

"Did you…. Well, uh, have sex with my mother?" Gail asked softly.

I looked at her and shook my head. "Nope, it never happened. I probably wouldn't have turned it down but it never happened. Your mother is one beautiful lady but wasn't what you'd call a sexual person. Sex was a chore to her from what I've heard. Something to be done and gotten over with."

Gail looked thoughtful for a moment and then sat up. "Oh shit." She said hastily, leaned back over to the side, and then stood up slowly. "You weren't kidding about me needing this rag. It's running down my legs now." She lifted her dress and mopped at the mess between her thighs.

"Come on over to the breeding pen, there's a water hose over there." I said as I held out my hand to her.

She looked at me sharply and then laughed, "I thought I'd already been there, right here on this hey bale and I've already had a hose used on me. Just how big is that damned thing anyway?"

I chuckled and replied, "It's only ten inches, give or take a little."

"Yeah, but it's damn near as big around as my arm." Gail whispered softly. "Now, I think I understand the Jack and Big Jack thing. If you were as big as he was, size wise, your dick would be bigger than his."

I laughed and said, "Yeap, that's your daddy's warped sense of humor, all right. I'm only five foot three at my best and in riding heel boots."

She laughed and hugged me. "I don't find anything wrong with short men, especially when they're as armed and dangerous as you are." She let go of me and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Does mama know about your size?" She asked as we walked toward the breeding pen.

"Not that I know of. That's what saved your dads and my friendship. She implied that we had had sex and when he asked her about it, she said it wasn't any big deal. That's the joke that we passed back and forth for years after she left." I said with a chuckle.

Gail stopped by the water hose in the corner and stripped her dress off over her head. I froze in my tracks and just stared at the beautiful woman in front of me. Gail saw my look, laughed as she squatted down, and turned the hose on. As she rinsed herself off, she whispered, "I want to spend as much time out here in the breeding pen as possible. Do you have any objections to that?"

All I could do was shake my head as I felt my dick start to grow even harder along the inside of my pants leg.



Horsing Around



My name is Jack Ridge. My wife, Amanda, and I own Ridgewood Stables in a small southern town. We started it a few years after getting married and love working with the horses, and love that we can make pretty good money, working together throughout the day. We have a bunch of stalls for animals, a great office and several storage rooms for tack and all the other equipment we use to keep the place running like a well oiled machine. 

A few years back Amanda was helping me put away some equipment in one of these rooms when my wrist got tangled in a strap on a piece of gear I was hanging on a hook. As I was trying to untangle myself, Amanda grabbed my ass and said "This could be interesting."

We kissed and I said "Anytime you want, I'm game."

Amanda got me free and the conversation stopped there. Later that night in bed though the subject came up again when Amanda asked "Were you serious earlier when you said I could tie you up sometime."

I kissed her deeply and said "Yeah. It seems like it'd be fun." Secretly I had fantasized about Amanda taking control. Every girl I had been with, including Amanda, had expected me to take control. It seemed like I always was the one calling the shots. 

We fucked that night like never before, both of us I later found out dreaming about me being dominated.

I few days later, Amanda tied me to a couple hooks on the wall and took complete control over the situation. It was a little awkward and clumsy but she came several times before allowing me to empty my balls and when I did it was huge. We both knew that night that we had found something wonderful and we would be doing this again and again.

Things have only got better since that first time. I now have leather straps that lock onto my wrists and or ankles and we've figured out several different ways to bind me so that I am held in different positions at Amanda's whim. We've also got an assortment of other devices Amanda uses and the nice part about an Equestrian Center is the straps, riding crops, and other items are hung on hooks, or stored on shelves right out in the open for anyone who walks into that storage room to see. In fact no one notices the extra iron rings I mounted in the ceiling, and I have spent many hours bent over the stand I had originally built and still use for repairing saddles.

One day I was feeling pretty horny and made sure Amanda was aware of it. When the last of our employees had left for the day, Amanda grabbed me by the wrist and led me to our what all our employees call the Saddler's room since during the day that's where I do most of my repair work on the tack. 

As soon as we were in the room Amanda let go and said "Strip." 

I quickly complied and as I was getting naked Amanda was getting the straps and running them through the rings in the center of the ceiling. As she worked she noticed I was completely naked and my cock was standing straight out. "Hobble yourself." she commanded. 

I grabbed a horse hobble (a leather device designed to keep a horse from running off) and cuffed my ankles together with them. This device would hold me legs about 8 inches apart.

Next she stuffed my bit gag in my mouth and secured the straps behind my head. Then the leather straps were cuffed onto my wrists and pulled extremely tightly through the rings and tied off. Amanda managed to get the straps tight enough that if I stood on my tiptoes I could take a little stress off my wrists, but that was it.

Amanda smacked me on the ass and said, "There that's better."

Walking around in front of me, Amanda dropped to her knees and took my hard cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times sliding my cock in and out of her mouth then took me deep, my cock hitting the back of her throat. Then she released my cock and looking up at me said, "You like that don't you?"

"Mmm Hmmm" was all I could manage around my bit. 

She ran her tongue in circles around the head of my dick and then took me back into her mouth. With one hand she began playing with my balls, which she knows drives me crazy as she started bobbing her head on my cock again. I felt like I could shoot my load at any second, but knew after many times of doing this before, there was no way Amanda would allow that. No, on nights like this she would cum many times before allowing me to reach the peak.

After a minute or two, Amanda started taking me deep into her throat again then sliding out till only the head was in her mouth only to take me deep again. I felt my balls start to tighten in her hand and thought she might actually screw up and let me go too far. Just then she released my cock from her mouth and stood up looking me straight in the eyes and saying "You seemed to be enjoying that a little too much."

Stepping back from me Amanda untucked her denim shirt from her jeans and seductively began to unbutton it. Just as she started on the third button down and a little lace from her bra began to show. The phone in the office rang. She looked back over her shoulder as it rang a second time, then buttoned her blouse back and quickly said "Be right back." as she turned and headed out. 

I could only watch her sway as she left the room, me hanging there unable to move. The few minutes she was gone seemed to take forever and all I could do was watch my cock go limp, waiting for her return. 

Moments later she swung around the corner and said "I have to run up to the house for a minute. I'll be right back." and then as she turned to close the door she added "Don't go anywhere." and closed the door leaving me alone once again. 

Our house was only a couple hundred yards from the barn, but I knew it would be more than a minute, and I just hoped it wasn't too long since my arms were going numb above my head. 

Listening to the sounds around me I realized since I never heard the truck start up, Amanda must have walked to the house. This would take her even longer. I resigned myself to just hanging there listening to the occasional movement of one of the animals and straining to here Amanda's footsteps as she returned.

Shortly I heard something but it certainly wasn't Amanda coming back. It was a car coming in off the highway. God, what a time for business to pick up. Soon I heard the car come to a stop, and two doors open and then bang shut, and voices outside. They were not loud enough for me to make out but they were definitely headed for the door down by the office. 

I thought I would just stay perfectly still and they would wait at the office until Amanda got back, or get mad that no one was here and leave. Either way I wouldn't be discovered. 

When the voices entered the door up by the office they became loud enough, I could here what they were saying. I also could make out who the voices belonged to. It was the Addison twins. Denise and Danielle. I have been giving these two girls riding lessons since they were in junior high. Even back then these girls were pretty and believe me they knew it but as they progressed into and through high school they developed into beautiful young women and, as I understand it world class cock teases. Now they were both juniors in the local college and drop dead gorgeous.

"Mr. Ridge." I heard Denise call out.

Danielle said "Looks like no one is here."

"Their Truck is parked right there. Someone is here." Denise snapped, then called out again "Mr. Ridge, Mrs. Ridge is anyone here?"

Their voices lowered to a point where I couldn't make out what they were saying but I could tell they were slowly working their way closer to where I was. 

Panic started to set in as I thought about what would happen if they opened that door and saw my hanging here. They would probably run off and tell their rich bitch of a mother. A woman who truly hated me, though what I ever did to her I'll never know. I'll deny it. I'll say it wasn't me they saw. Wait these two never put down their cell phones. They'll probably take pictures of me and have them posted on the internet before they even get to their car. 

About then I made out Danielle saying "We can't go back there. That's 'Employees Only'."

All right they will stop there. I thought

Then Denise said "Relax Danielle. None is here to stop us, and besides we're not gonna mess anything up. We just need to find Mr. Ridge."

Oh God. They aren't gonna stop after all I thought. Thoughts of the newspaper headlines and what would happen to my business flashed through my mind as the voices lowered to unintelligible whispers again.

They were getting close and I was getting scared. Damn scared. But something else was happening too. My cock was back to rock hard. I couldn't believe it, fear was turning me on. And why not. What if these girls see me and decide to take advantage of the situation. They could lift their Catholic school skirts and back onto my hard cock shoving me deep into their tight pussies. Shit like this happens in penthouse all the time right. Wait they graduated from those uniforms 3 years ago, but hey they gotta be wearing something right. 

I was snapped back to reality by Denise's voice right outside the door. 

"You ever wonder what the Ridges do here when no one else is around?" I heard her ask.

All I could think is "Don't open that door or you might find out."

Then Denise struck fear in my heart when I heard her say "This is where Mr. Ridge spends all his time. Let's go in and take a look around."

"No," Danielle said "someone's gonna yell at us for snooping." 

Thank God a voice of reason.

Then Denise called out again. "Mr. Ridge? Mrs. Ridge? Is anyone here?" then in a lower voice she said "See. Relax. No one is around. I'm gonna go have a look."

I almost passed out as I watched the door knob slowly turn and the door start to open. 

"Danielle, Denise?" I heard my wife call out as the door stopped moving, open about an inch. "What are you girls doing here? You don't have a lesson set up for today do you?"

I could see both girls through the gap in the door and thank God they were looking toward the office or surely they would see me. 

"We were looking for Mr. Ridge." Denise stammered. "We aren't going to be able to make it this weekend and wanted to see if we could reschedule." 

"Mr. Ridge is a little tied up right now. You girls come up here to the office and I'll reschedule you." 

The girls stepped away. And I breathed a sigh of relief. For the next few minutes I could vaguely hear my wife talking with the two girls and I fantasized that she was telling them all about me and convincing them that the three of them should come in and ravish me. My cock remained rock hard.

A few minutes later my fantasy was put aside when I heard 2 car doors open and shut and then the sound of the two coeds driving away. A moment later Amanda opened the door and walked into the room saying "That was a close one."

Then she noticed my hard cock and teasing it said "But it looks like you enjoyed it being a close one."

She gave it a stroke or two then grinned up at me and added "Or were you fantasizing about what they would do if they caught you."

She turned around and worked the button and zipper on her jeans while looking over her shoulder. Then she pushed her jeans and panties down around her ankles and backed her pretty ass back against my cock. Still looking over her shoulder and rubbing her ass up and down on my raging hard-on she said, "Maybe one of them would back up to you and use your cock like this." With that she reached down and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. With just a little movement she slid my cock deep into her pussy.

All I could do was hang there and enjoy the sensations as Amanda controlled the pace speeding up and slowing down her strokes to satisfy herself. I couldn't help but fantasize about Denise's tight pussy being the one using my cock while Danielle sat in one corner playing with herself. 

The fantasy and Amanda riding my cock had me getting closer and closer but I had to be careful not to cum before Amanda. If I dared to do that there would be hell to pay and with me tied the way I was, I knew that meant serious pain.

After a few minutes I could tell Amanda was getting close to orgasm. Her strokes were getting long and deep the way I know she likes it as her orgasm hits. A moment or two later she let out with a moan and began humping back even harder as her orgasm hit her.

Amanda continued to fuck me as her orgasm rocked on. Her vaginal muscles pulsing and milking my dick was more than I could take and I blasted my load deep into her pussy. We came together for what seemed like an eternity as I unloaded shot after shot in to her. 

As soon as her orgasm subsided she looked over her shoulder and said, "I didn't tell you that you could cum did I?" 

All I could do was shake my head no.

"You gave me one orgasm for Danielle," She continued, "but you still owe me one for Denise." With that she pulled off my dick with an audible pop.

We have played these games many times before and I knew one orgasm was not going to be enough for her, but she never failed to come up with new ideas on how to use me to please herself (and me). 

This time she turned around and after pulling her pants and panties off her ankles she reached up and and undid the straps from the hook above my head. She had me lay on my back and then tied my wrists to new rings securing me on my back on the floor.

To my satisfaction she removed the bit gag from my mouth. I stretched my jaw as best I could and enjoyed the ability to move my mouth a little.

My pleasure soon turned to shock as I saw where Amanda was moving to. She was positioning herself to straddle my face. Now, I enjoy eating my wife's pussy, and giving her pleasure, but I just finished busting a nut in there. I had never eaten her pussy after cumming in it and now she was moving into position over me where my cum was bound to just run out.

As she lowered her pussy she reached back and grabbed me by the balls. Giving a little squeeze she said, "You better open that mouth." 

I quickly opened my mouth before she did anything I would regret. She shoved her pussy down on my face and ordered me to "Get to licking". I did as she wanted tasting my own saltyness on her on her pussy. "Mmmm" she moaned beginning to grind her pussy on my tongue and using my nose to stimulate her clit.

I felt her tense her muscles and pushed cum out of her pussy into my mouth. The taste was not pleasant, even mixed with her pussy juice, but I knew better than to stop licking. She continued to push my cum out of her pussy and into my mouth but also smearing it onto my face. 

"Taste good?" She asked knowing I could not answer. 

As her breathing started to get faster and she was grinding her pussy harder onto my face, she reached back once again and grabbed ahold of my cock which was once again hard enough to drive nails. 

She continued rubbing her clit on my nose as she smeared my face with the mixture of my cum and her pussy juice. After a few more strokes of my dick Amanda let out a moan and came hard on my face pumping the last of my cum out of her pussy. She stopped stroking my caock and rode my face hard as her orgasm rocked her.

As her orgasm passed she slid down my body until her pussy was near my aching cock. She bent down like she was going to kiss me but stopped inches from my lips and said with a sly smile, "I'm not kissing that. It's all covered in cum."

With that she reached up and untied my hands. Then she said, "You better get dressed. Danny from the feed and seed will be here soon with a load of supplies. That's what the phone call earlier was about."

Just then the sound of his truck coming up the drive could be heard. She smiled and said, "Sounds like he got here in a hurry. I think he likes me." and climbed off and started getting dressed. 

Getting up myself and dressing quickly I patted Amanda on the ass and said "I think he likes your tight jeans. Besides, you flirt with him the entire time I'm unloading the truck."

"Be careful," Amanda said with a grin, "or maybe I'll tie you back up and let him fuck me. Then make you eat his cum out of my pussy."

"Oh yeah." I said "Maybe I'll tie you up and get Danielle back out here, Fuck the hell out of her and then make you eat my cum out of her pussy."

As she turned the corner heading out to meet Danny she looked back and said, "OK but make it Denise. She's always been the cuter sister." and left me standing there wondering if she was serious.



Horsing Around



As King walked down the street, his semi-erect cock bounced in front of him with every step. The sensation was pleasant, and was gradually causing it to stiffen more and more. He'd had fucked Annabelle before leaving the house this morning and had provided stud service to a mare just before lunch, but several hours had passed and he was again starting to crave a good cum. The clomp-clomp of hoofed feet on concrete stopped as he paused to grab his hardening member and begin stroking it. Unencumbered by clothes or any concept of modesty, King thought nothing of interrupting a walk through town to jack off while standing on the sidewalk. 

King heard high-pitched giggles behind him. Still gripping his massive shaft, he turned around to see the twin bonobo monkeys, Bebe and Cici. "Hi Mister King," they said in unison. They began to giggle again, rather uncontrollably. "Can we watch?"

"Sure," King replied. "You can help if you want." 

The two girls ran up to his cock and began licking and kissing his stiff shaft. Their little vaginas were physically much too small to ever take King's huge horse cock, but they were fascinated with it and loved to fondle and lick it. Cici couldn't take more than just the head of his cock into her mouth, but she did an expert job of sucking on the tip. She flicked her tiny tongue around the opening, which King found quite enjoyable. Meanwhile, Bebe was licking and caressing his giant testicles as he continued to jerk his cock.

"I'm going to cum," King announced. One spurt would be many times what Cici could possibly swallow, so King turned to let the stream of sticky goo shoot into the air. He spasmed repeatedly, sending ribbon after ribbon of cum into the grass beside the sidewalk. After all, as the mayor of Furrburg, King had to consider of the safety risk of leaving slippery cum underfoot on the concrete.

Once Bebe and Cici had taken turns licking his dickhead clean, King bid them adieu and continued toward the center of town. He considered how fortunate he was to be a stallion. Others marveled at how often he could perform sexually, but for him it seemed totally natural to cum a minimum of five or six times a day. His cock was at least partially erect most of the time. This made some of the townsfolk a bit uncomfortable, but the majority had long ago accepted his throbbing, erect cock as just another aspect of his appearance. He was a professional stud horse, after all.

King enjoyed standing at stud. He was proud of the many fine young horses he'd sired, and he was equally happy to let others raise them—family life was not for him. But impregnating mares, despite being a fine job that paid well and allowed time for his mayoral duties, was still just a job. He rarely fucked other horses for fun outside of work. He just didn't find them all that attractive. Most mares really let their figures go once they started breeding. Some of the younger fillies did arouse him, but genetics being what they are, he liked the fact that he didn't have to worry about getting some horny little bobcat or fox pregnant unexpectedly (although there was one hinny out there as a result of a wild night he'd spent slumming with a donkey). Furthermore, other species were a lot more adventurous in the sack; mares had notoriously poor libidos. For them, sex was just a way to get pregnant, not a need. That disinterest did have an upside: at stud, mares let him do whatever felt good to him without worrying about pleasing his partner. But after a while even that could get old; King loved to watch a female get lost in the sort of blissful ecstasy he was so good at providing. The fact that smaller animals have smaller, tighter cunts was an added bonus. (Although, he had to admit that at the other extreme, Big Missy the hippo was always one hell of a fun, lusty fuck.)

And then there was Annabelle. Ah, Annabelle, his dragon roommate. She was his perfect partner. Dragons have a reputation for being incredibly bitchy and demanding, but that's only when they aren't sexually satisfied. And satisfying a dragon's legendary wantonness is a tall order. But as long as King gave her a nearly constant dose of rough, hard sex, along with lots of sweet words and passionate kisses, Annabelle was pleasant, appreciative and content. It worked out wonderfully: Annabelle was the only female King had ever met who's insatiable hunger for sex matched his own, and she knew that King was the only partner she'd ever find that was strong, virile, and kind enough to handle her demanding personality. Annabelle was also the only female he'd been in a relationship with who truly had no underlying resentment about his career; neither of them had any expectation of monogamy or hangups about promiscuity. 

King arrived at the city park and began looking around for his friends Hardesty and Val. He first checked the basketball court, but it was still a bit early in the day for the usual weeknight pickup game. A little further on, he saw them at one of the picnic tables, getting it on with a fine-looking whitetail. He should have expected. They were the only two guys King knew who were as consistently horny as he was (although King was secretly proud of the fact that neither could match his nearly inexhaustible staying power). He'd been best friends with Hardesty since kindergarten, and they'd known Val since high school. Over the years, they'd shared a lot of jokes, booze, and basketball games. And many, many women--including Annabelle last light. 

The slim, young deer was on the picnic table, lying on her back with her hooves high in the air. Hardesty was standing between her thighs at the end of the table, holding her legs and slamming his huge bull's cock into her so vigorously that his nose ring was bouncing against his face. Even from this distance, King could see his friend's giant ballsack slapping against her twitching white patch of tail. Val was to one side of the table, bent close to her face, kissing her deeply as she stroked his long, bushy lion's mane. Oh, how girls loved that pretty mane; it got him more ass than you can imagine. In between kisses, she was letting out a string of short moans and gasps, oohing and ahhing with pleasure. As King got closer, he heard Val say, "Har, let me try some of that. Come over here and let her suck your dick." The two switched positions. Val's lion cock was not nearly as thick as Hardesty's massively stout member, but even longer and incredibly hard when erect. Still wet with her saliva, Val slid all of it into her slick, dripping snatch in a single, smooth thrust, which caused the deer to let out an excited, high-pitched squeal of surprise. 

"Oh, baby, you've got one sweet honeypot," Val said. "You still feel tight even after taking Hardesty's big rod." 

"Oooh, I'm so wet! I love it!" she cried.

"Hey there, King," the big bull said to King as he noticed his friend approach. 

"Har, Val," King nodded back. 

"This is Fawnessa," Val said. He was now humping her rhythmically. "She's just moved here. She wants to be an actress. Fawnessa, this is King. He's the mayor."

The doe looked up at King, grinning casually despite having a lion's cock deep within her and holding a bull's cock in her outstretched hand. "Hi" was all she said, then she turned towards Hardesty and guided his rigid cock, still slick with her juices, between her full, soft lips.

"Do you have any contacts in the entertainment industry?" Hardesty asked King.

"Depends. You looking for straight acting jobs, or yiff stuff?"

"Either, I guess," the young deer replied between tongue-flicks on the head of Hardesty's dick. "For now, whatever will pay the rent."

"I know a few guys who would love to meet someone as fresh and sexy as you. But I can't make any promises beyond an introduction." King said. He watched in amazement as Fawnessa took nearly all of Hardesty's huge cock into her petite mouth, causing the huge bull to let out a rumbling grunt of satisfaction. King let his gaze travel from her lips to her cute black nose to her exquisitely long eyelashes. "You sure are beautiful. Pretty enough and sexy enough to make it in yiff flicks for sure," King said to her. "And certainly not shy."

"Thanks," she said appreciatively, after pulling Hardesty's cock from her mouth with an audible pop.

Just then Val pulled out of her and roared wildly as he grabbed his cock and shot his load all over her soft, white belly.

King heard a female voice from over his shoulder. "Man, don't you guys ever take a break?" He turned around to see Samantha the gator walking toward them. 

"Sam!" King said with a lilt in his voice. "G'day Sheila! Haw's tricks in th' outback?"

"For the thousandth time, King," she said with mock indignation, "I'm a alligator, not a croc. My ancestors never lived in Australia." She came up to him and slithered her hands over his rippling, muscular flanks. She was the only female in town other than Annabelle who was tall enough to stand eye-to-eye with King. (Well, there was Janet the giraffe, but she actually had to bend down to look him in the eye.) He dropped his hands to the shapely curves of Samantha's hips and felt the delightful firmness of her cool, hard scales under his touch. 

"When is that girlfriend of yours going to come over and give me some of that hot dragon tongue?" (She meant that literally; the temperature of a dragon's tongue is 112 degrees Fahrenheit. The females of some species find the sensation painful, for others, it's incredibly arousing.) 

"Just stop by our place anytime," King said. "I know she'd love to get with you." He pictured in his mind's eye the delicious scene of Samantha and Annabelle writhing around in front of him, their long, forked tongues intertwining. "And I could use a good floorshow."

"Oh, I won't let you just be a spectator," Sam replied. "I like your cock too much." She grabbed his shaft and led him by it to end of the picnic table opposite from where the young doe was still lying with a satisfied, glassy-eyed smile on her face, enjoying the feel of Val's mane against her thighs as he tongued her clit. Meanwhile, Hardesty was jerking his cock rapidly and positioning the tip over the pool of Val's cum on her belly, about add his cum to to the puddle at any moment. King lifted Samantha's ass onto the opposite end of the table. She spread her legs apart and pulled King to her, then started rubbing her crotch with one hand as she fondled his cock with her other. 

King felt himself rapidly stiffening up again. Yep, he thought, it's good to be a horse.



Horsing Around at the Fair



It was county fair time again, and I was approaching the event with definite mixed feelings. Maybe it's true, maybe I am getting to be an old fogey, but for the most part I didn't like the changes I had seen in county fairs over the years.

It seemed to me that when I was a kid, the county fair was about seeing who made the best pickles, who grew the biggest squash and getting to actually see all those farm animals, and letting the kids pet and ride them. Nowadays, the fair is a bunch of carnival rides and over-priced food booths with has-been rock acts and "up and coming" country acts each night to draw in the crowd. I don't know which is worse, hearing some washed up, in name only rock group sleepwalk through some old hits or seeing some pretty boy in a cowboy hat. 

I think the country singers tick me off the most. They play watered down bar band rock and roll, but because they are all white, have short hair and hats, they are a "country" band. Every time I see one of them pretty boys, I wish Johnny Cash would come back to life and shoot Mr. Bighat down, "just to watch him die." Sigh, I really am getting old.

On the other hand, this new fangled county fair does have it's advantages. Because most folks are basically coming for a concert, they dress like it. Which means lots of pretty young women in short skirts or tight jeans, depending on whether it is a "has-been" night or a "hat-act" night. Either way, there is lots of big hair, low cut shirts and other appealing sights all around the fair grounds.

So I was prowling around on the opening night of the fair, taking all the sights. And actually it was going pretty well. It seemed that lately I had been getting many more smiles from younger women. Maybe they are just patronizing a doddering old man, or maybe they figure I might be a potential sugar daddy. Either way, getting second and even third looks from women who have less years on them than my shoes is good for the old ego.

I had been around the midway once or twice and was feeling rather "pumped up" as a sporting person might say, when I decided to partake of the more nostalgic side of the fair. I wandered into the exhibit halls about 45 minutes before the has-beens were to take the stage. I didn't even know there were any Beach Boys still alive. The few people who had been looking at the decorated cakes and jars of pickles were heading now in the opposite direction, toward the grandstand. I took in the sights of a time that was slowly fading, as the sun headed down. In no great hurry I wandered through the exhibit hall, exiting the back door into the gloaming.

I went into the first animal barn, which housed pigs and sheep mostly. It was just me and the animals. And their smell, of course. Going into the next barn I found the horses. A little more interesting at least. And then I noticed someone grooming a horse at the far end of the barn. The last light of day gave wonderful red highlights to her short curly hair. The curls bounced up and down, almost in slow motion with each brush stroke she made on the horse's side. It was actually quite a picture and I stood for a moment just admiring.

As I walked down the center aisle of the barn and got closer, I caught the eye of the young lady and smiled. She smiled back. I looked again and she did too. More smiles. Ego boosted. Then I realized that I knew her.

Cindy is one of those women that you just seem to see everywhere. She is a school teacher, youth leader and serves on boards and committees all over town. If you go to concerts, community events, school events or almost anything else, you'll see Cindy there. Not only is she there, she always has the biggest, brightest most wonderful smile on her face all the time. She gets so much done with that smile, it is irresistible to both men and women. And as I got closer I was seeing more and more of that smile, she had recognized me as well. Maybe there was some old time neighborliness to be had at the fair after all!

As I drew near, she rested the brush on the horse's shoulder, showing a profile that is extremely attractive. Her breasts are on the small side, but stand out beautifully. She will sometimes say that she thinks her butt is too big, but in those lace trimmed jean shorts, it looked perfect to me.

"Hey Cindy, I thought that was you!" Somehow she smiled even bigger and brighter than before, if she had asked me at that point, I would have licked the horse clean.

"Hey, Bill! What are you doing back here in ag-land?" In addition to being a school teacher, Cindy is also a real farm girl and occasionally likes to remind us town folk of that.

"Oh, just getting away from the plastic people in the grandstands. Seeing how the salt of the earth folks are getting along."

"We are getting along fine," she answered with her high pitched laugh.

"And you look great doing it." I couldn't help but add. Unfortunately she shied away from the compliment and went back to brushing. "I didn't know you had horses, Cindy,"  I continued to keep the conversation alive.

"Oh no, I don't. This belongs to a friend of mine. She wanted to see the show with her daughters, so I said I would do this for her."

"Awfully nice of you."

"Aww, it's no big deal, I have some of my cows and sheep here to show anyway. You know, I can't believe that I have been showing at the fair for 25 years now." Frankly, I couldn't believe this little tidbit of information either.

"Did you do your first fair when you were two years old or something?" I blurted out. Now, I wish I had been clever or laying on a compliment, but I wasn't. Cindy could easily pass for 25, her skin is perfectly smooth and has a wonderful youthful glow. Somehow, even the little "granny" glasses she favors make her look younger. If Ivory soap still does those commercials, Cindy could be a star.

"Goodness, Bill, I thought everyone in town knew I turned 40 last month." I didn't, and hearing it now, I was actually surprised.

"You do not look 40, at all," I said emphatically, "If you were just moving to town everyone would think you were student teaching." She looked at me and tried to size up whether I was buttering her up or telling the truth. It was definitely the latter and she smiled in appreciation. 

"Well, doesn't that just warm the cockles of my heart!" she said, and slowly walked toward me. As a dancer might, she moved beside me and offered herself. Taking the invitation, I slipped my arm around her narrow waist, and gave it a squeeze. She was soft and yielding as we stood side by side and arm in arm. I didn't dare tell her what she was doing to my cockles at the moment.

It was clear that her intention was certainly to get a hug from me, but only in passing. But as she started to turn to walk back to the horse, rather than letting go, I slip my arm up a bit higher, and pulled ever so slightly. Cindy could have easily slipped through my grasp and no one would be hurt and nothing lost. But she paused. I curled my arm just a bit more. She stopped. I reached out with my other arm and put it on her shoulder. We were now facing each other. I pulled her slightly, more in invitation than anything else.

Her lustrous curls were now just under my nose and her cheek resting on my chest and shoulder. Her arms reached around my back. I held her close and felt a surge of electricity flow from my chest down to my feet. How many times had I looked at this woman across a meeting table and dreamed of doing just this? More than I could count. I didn't want the dream to end, so I didn't squeeze her too tightly, she could still break off this hug if she wanted.

I looked down at her and she looked up at me. Those eyes and that smile, both a bit subdued at the moment were drawing me closer. "Cindy, you are so beautiful..." I said barely audibly. She smiled at the compliment. I leaned closer and closer to her until our lips met. 

The first kiss was chaste and sweet. I almost didn't want to break the spell by kissing more passionately, but slowly the passion did build. She seemed unsure and hesitant at first, but soon our tongues were entwined, searching, playing, exploring. My hands roamed freely, feeling her softness.

It was almost like being in high school again, making out with a pretty, soft and sweet girl for the first time. Learning what she liked, what I could and could not do, what limits were in place -- or whether there would be no limits at all. 

Breaking from a kiss, I noticed a bench just behind me and holding Cindy's hand, I went to sit down. To my surprise and delight, rather than sitting next to me, she took up residence on my lap, facing me squarely and straddling my legs. I cupped her face with my hands, just to feel her skin. I admired those deep blue eyes for some time and then gently drew her lips to mine. She was less hesitant and more assertive with her kissing now and it was getting difficult for the two of us to sit still.

I had noticed early on that the only thing between me and her lovely breasts was the t-shirt she was wearing. I reached for the hem of the shirt and began to lift it, but she stayed my hand. However, she did not break off our now very deep kiss. Thinking it was fear of being caught that lead her to resist me, I ran my hand up under her shirt and began to massage her breast gently. She then broke the kiss, smiled and sighed. As we resumed kissing, my fingers paid more attention to both of her nipples.

She was now fairly well bucking around on my lap. It was not really rhythmic, but rather each time a kiss or touch would please or excite her, she would slide forward or back or side to side. It was having a definite effect on me. It was clear now that I was not just kissing an angel, as I had started out feeling, but was making love to beautiful, sensuous woman.

Taking my hand from under her shirt, I placed it in the middle of her jean shorts. immediately she focused the movement of her hips on my hand and her breath and pace quickened. My hand was cupped to receive her pelvis and rubbed it intensely. Each movement produced a low moan or a drawn out, but quiet "oh yes." It seemed she was restraining herself just a bit to keep from being discovered, though the barn still seemed empty as the sound of "Good Vibrations" filled the summer air.

I desperately wanted to consummate our little affair, but was not entirely sure if she was ready or willing to do that. I pulled the snap on the front of her shorts open. She leaned back a bit and looked concerned, but said nothing. I pulled one side so the zipper slid down. She smiled, but did not stand so they could be removed. With one hand I cupped her back for support and reached my other hand down into her now open shorts. Cindy leaned close to me ear and whispered "Yes, oh I want that so much."

My fingers encountered moist cotton panties and a surprising amount of pubic hair. Her hair was soft and downy, much as I imagined it might be. I rubbed her labia and mons through her panties and she moaned softly as she leaned on my shoulder. After a few minutes, I pushed her panties to one side and pushed two fingers down along her pussy lips. She stifled a moan and said "Oh, god yes" through gritted teeth.

It took a few minutes, but finally we found a position where she could stay in my lap and my fingers could enter her easily. My fingers were curved slightly back toward myself and she could push her hips down until they were fully engulfed. I opened my thumb so that it ran between her labia and up to her clit with each movement. As she looked at me with anticipation, we heard the voices.

Someone had come into the barn! For some reason Cindy's response was to push her hips down so that my fingers were buried completely inside her. I had to admit, it probably did look like we were just hugging, from most angles anyway. First the voices seemed to be heading our way. And then suddenly it was quiet. Cindy had the better view.

"It was (mmmm) a couple of (aaahhh) kids," she squeaked out between low moans, "I think they (yes) want to do the (uh mmmhmm) same thing." Never had such a simple sentence taken so long to say. She grinned and added "I love it in there so deep...wiggle your fingers for me." Which I did. She flopped her head on my shoulder and said "Oh god, yes. That's perfect."

I alternated between wiggling fingers and gentle hand thrusts. My hand was getting tired, but it was nice having her just a bit further away than if we were having intercourse. It was easier to see her face and watch the waves of pleasure in her eyes.

Of course she didn't have any massive orgasms, but judging from her comments she certainly enjoyed her little hand ride. I finally had to say that my arm was going to fall off if we didn't stop and she asked for one more deep long finger wiggle, which seemed to satisfy her nicely.

Slowly, I removed my hand and put it back behind her hips. That Cindy smile was back and she said through clenched smiling teeth "Oh god, that was nice. Thank you, mmmmm" and she leaned forward and kissed me and as she did her body shook with pleasure.

After our kiss, she looked at me and said "Now, I suppose you'll want..."

"Well, if you don't mind, otherwise..."

"Oh, I don't mind one bit..." and there was that smile again.

After a quick look around, she efficiently opened my belt and fly and pulled my engorged cock through the opening in my boxers. She looked down briefly and then put her palm over the head with her fingers running down the shaft. We looked each other in the eyes as she at first gently and then more quickly pushed and pulled my hard cock.

She increased her pace as my breathing quickened and occasionally kissed me lightly on the lips. Her gentle, experienced hands expertly quickly brought me to the peak of pleasure which was heightened by being able to see her smile the whole time. When I couldn't take any more I started to say "Oh Cindy, god, I'm there, I'm gonna..." she clamped her lips on mine and give me the deepest, most passionate kiss of the night. Waves of excitement flowed from my pelvis up and down my body. Several quick contractions sent my semen into the palm of her hand. The whole while, I held her close and returned the passion of her kiss. After my orgasm subsided, she put her head on my shoulder once again and we rested like that for a while.

After I recovering for a bit, she laughed a little. "I used to do my boyfriend like that in high school, so he wouldn't make too much of a mess. I guess it still works."

"Yeah, I guess it does," I said a bit breathlessly. I now realized that in the humid summer air we had worked up quite a sweat. Cindy's dark nipples were clearly visible through her white t-shirt. I stared at her breasts and imagined what intercourse would be like with her. Wonderful, I was sure. She looked down to where I was staring. "Good thing I always bring a change of clothes to work in the barn," she winked.

"Maybe we can meet again sometime?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Oh, you betcha. But right now I got a horse to finish, and some chores before bed."

"Ok, you beautiful farm girl. You're the best. Maybe some day I can get on that chore list of yours," I said kissing her on the cheek.

She giggled "Well this was no chore, that's for sure. But we certainly don't have to wait for fair time, ya know."

"Not a problem," I said as I finished fixing my pants. "Cindy, you are the most beautiful woman in town and given half a chance, we could do this and more every night."

She just smiled. I stood up and held out my arms, she pressed against my chest and I squeezed her with immense affection. I dabbed one last kiss on her cheek and hitched up my pants one more time and headed for the back door of the barn. As I headed out of the barn, the night air was blessedly still. Thankfully the Beach Boys had finished their lame set and probably had been returned to their cryogenic storage unit. I thought I could hear a young woman giggling and sighing somewhere off in the distance. Perhaps the couple we saw before. Maybe someone else was finding love on a warm summer's night.



Horsing Around: Donna's Awakening Pt. 01



CHAPTER 1 

The hot sun felt so good on her bare skin, the bikini she chose allowing the exposure of parts of her body that were usually covered from sight.

She was 18 now, a young woman, a young woman with very mature features. Her breasts, already fully-developed, were on display as if she was proud of their development. She walked with a certain cockiness, knowing she could steal men's stares and take control of their hearts, not to mention other parts of their anatomy.

Her legs were her best feature, especially her well-rounded thighs that were already perfectly tanned as a result of weeks of laying out in the sun.

This day in the sun, however, was far different than the others. Donna, the 18-year-old virgin who had never even seen a naked man let alone pleasure him, was at a clothing-optional beach for the first time.

Her 26-year-old cousin, Jamie, begged she keep her company at this resort for the afternoon. It was called South Beach, but it might as well have been called Donna's awakening.

She and Jamie, a blonde-haired, blue eyed beauty with sexual wisdom she was trying to pass onto her young relative, walked along the sand in their brand-new bikinis. Jamie did this sort of thing every weekend. Donna was very much new to it. They picked a spot near the water to relax and lie down. Donna's feat curled in the sand out of nervousness, looking around and seeing the naked back side of so many men. 

But it was when these men turned around that Donna was most aroused. 

The male penis was something the 18-year-old brunette was studying in great detail on this day. Almost as if she was studying for a test, Donna checked out the package of every male on the sand with intense focus. She didn't just look, she stared. She viewed the male genitals as three parts - the head of the penis, the shaft of the penis, and the sack underneath the penis.

She saw some men had larger heads than others, others longer shafts. She was very disappointed when seeing some that looked like two-inch long stubs, but delighted when she caught a glimpse of a respectable erection.

"What do you think?" Jamie asked her cousin, who had been speechless for the past half hour while the women relaxed in the brightening sun. 

"I love it," Donna responded. "It's neat how we can see their things."

"Their things?" Jamie asked laughingly. "What is that kind of talk? Donna, if you are going to hang out with me you are going to have to develop more of a vocabulary."

"Well, what do you mean?" asked the innocent one.

"I mean you have to learn the slang terms for the penis, and also the testicles," Jamie explained.

"Oh, you mean those cute little things hanging underneath their things, the ones that jiggle when they walk by us?" Donna asked.

"There you go again with that word - things," Jamie said. "Come on, name some terms for the penis. I know you know some." Donna definitely did know some. She just never used those words. It was like a book of information in her brain she never bothered to access, terms she had heard from television, from school and even at home from her older sisters that she didn't dare speak.

"Well, okay," Donna said. "How about dick?"

"Very good," Jamie said. "And some more?"

Jamie had asked for it. She didn't know the plethora of information that was about to pour forth from Donna's usually innocent mouth. She had all of this sexual energy pent up, and wanted to let it go free.

"Cock, prick, pecker, schlong and dong," said Donna, almost forming a poem-like answer for Jamie.

"I'm impressed," Jamie said. Donna, not satisfied, gave even more responses.

"And I know a guy's testicles are called his balls, or nuts, or the whole thing can be called a nut sack," she said, getting to use these terms for the first time. "And when a guy gets hard, that's called a boner, or a woodie, or a hard-on." Jamie was speechless now, rather surprised with Donna's input.

"Very good," she said to her younger cousin, who rolled her hand through her long brown hair, which hung to the top of her shoulders and blew through the soft breeze in a sexy fashion. Donna loved to tease the guys at her school, loved to show off her sexy legs by altering her uniform skirt into a mini one. Her catholic-school education had landed her an academic scholarship to a top college, but this weekend was about attaining a different type of knowledge.

"What's the biggest dick you've ever seen?" Donna asked Jamie. 

"Oh, probably only about five or six inches," she responded. "My current boyfriend, who doesn't know I am here of course, is about six." Donna was disappointed to hear such modest measurements. 

"Well, how big can they get?" asked Donna. "Can" was the key word Donna used in that question, a word that left a wide-open range of possibility. Neither Jamie nor Donna knew for sure the limit of the growth of the male penis, a fact that made this trip to South Beach even more enticing. Like a pair of fisherman, they never knew just when they would reel in the big one.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure they can get quite big," Jamie said in a general sense. With that, Donna started to lay farther back on her towel, wanting to take a quick nap in order to rest up for the party Jamie was throwing at her house that evening. 

Chapter 2

About an hour into her nap, Donna awakened to the touch of a gentleman caller.

"Miss," the voice said. "Some dollar bills blew off your towel. I thought I would return them to you." The man handed the barely-awake Donna the money she had mistakenly left uncovered, and speeking of uncovered Donna noticed this man was nude. He was squatting in front of her in a way that covered his genitals - the side of his right leg facing the 18-year-old brunette, blocking her curious view of his crotch.

"Oh, thanks," she said, accepting the money and putting it into her small purse.

"What's your name?" the stranger asked.

"Donna," she replied calmly, beginning to notice the man speeking to her was not bad to look at - he had a strong upper body with well-defined muscles and bright blue eyes that went perfectly with his light blonde hair.

"Mine's Derek," he said to her. "You're very beautiful." Donna knew she was beautiful, but enjoyed hearing it from a hot guy.

"Thank you," she said. "You're pretty handsome yourself." The two were on the verge of a conversation when Jamie awoke from her nap, and reached out her hand to shake that of the visitor.

"My name is Jamie," she said, also delighted by the company of the muscular gentleman. Derek was a bit too far away to reach Jamie's hand, and although he could remain kneeling he needed to swing his right leg over and expose his front side to the women. Donna anticipated this, and when Derek altered his position, she lost her cool. Letting out a very audible gasp, Donna was shocked to see that Derek's penis hung down so far it almost touched the sand. On his knees, his penis appeared bigger than had he been standing, appearing almost like a third leg that hung loosely from his crotch.

"Oh, sorry if he startled you," Derek said playfully of his dick, as Donna would call it.

"Most women are kind of shocked when they see it for the first time."

"I don't think I would ever get used to seeing something that big," said Donna, now very much wide awake. It was something that had to have spawned from Donna' sexual imagination. This couldn't be real. How could a man have one so big? It looked like something that would appear on a donkey or a bull, maybe even on an elephant, Donna thought to herself.

"You from around here?" asked Derek, trying to make small talk. Small talk was the furthest thing from Donna's mind right now. She had much bigger thinks to think about, specifically Derek's penis. To tease her, he squatted directly toward her, the head of his remarkable phallus now hanging to the blanket the two young women had laid down on the beach. Derek enjoyed the sight of Donna's eyes staring right at his crotch - even when she spoke to him her focus was not altered. She was not making eye contact at all.

"Donna, for God's sake try to be polite," said Jamie laughingly. "Stop staring at the man's dick. Although, Derek, I wouldn't mind having a better look." Derek obliged, and turned to face Jamie, his huge penis swinging up over his right thigh and onto to his leg. Derek then shoved it off his leg and let it dangle back down toward the earth.

"Now I know why you were staring," Jamie said to Donna, who now was noticing how fat it was, its girth nearly the size of her delicate wrist. The head on it was almost obscene - the size of a small tomatoe. Donna wondered how it could ever penetrate a female without ripping her in the process. She even doubted its authenticity.

"This isn't some kind of joke, is it?" asked the young one. "I mean, that's not a fake or anything is it?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" replied Derek. Now, Donna had gotten herself in trouble. She was a bit nervous with the thought of touching a man's penis, let alone touching it with dozens of people walking by her in bright sunlight. Her right hand started to extend, and she looked both ways cautiously as if she were at a stop light.

She wanted to make sure no one was coming. 

Her fingers softly touched his giant cock, and once having made contact she slowly gripped it and encircled the shaft with her tiny hands. It felt awfully soft, almost like silk, its massive state not yet hardened by her touch. She let go, and gave her aproval to Derek and Jamie.

"It's real," Donna said. "The thing is real." Derek then sat in between the two women, giving each of them an equally broad view of his dick.

"Why do you ladies have all your clothes on still?" Derek asked.

"Because we want to," Donna snapped back at him. Derek liked a girl that made guys earn the right to see her flesh.

Donna, on the other hand, enjoyed the empowering feeling of being clothed while Derek, on the other hand, was naked. An amusing image formed in her mind of Derek trying to fit his humongous package into a tight swim suit.

"Could you even wear a bathing suit if you wanted to? I mean, because of that?" asked Donna, pointing to Derek's crotch.

"I think I'm a lot more comfortable this way," he replied.

Chapter 3

Donna wanted to be with Derek in private, to spend more time staring at his privates, and asked Derek if he wanted to take a walk with her along the water. He agreed with no hesitation, and Jamie, although happy Donna had met somebody, was disappointed she had not met such a well-endowed individual.

Donna took Derek by the hand and started walking with him toward the water. She noticed how with each step, Derek's dick swung back and forth the way a pendulum would, back and forth, back and forth. It sure is a heavy hunk of meat, Donna thought to herself. Could he put it on a scale and weigh it?

"Um," she stammered. "Were you always that big? Like at what age did you kind of notice you were a lot bigger than most guys?" The two stopped and faced each other, the ocean water just about meeting their feet.

"Well," Derek said. "Let me put it this way. When I played little league, I didn't have to worry about wearing a cup because my dick was so big it covered up my balls." Normally, Donna would be offended by such obscene language, but with this guy, she would let it slide. She even laughed at his response.

"Well, now the obvious question," said Donna, not the only woman on the beach to be staring at Derek's manhood. "How big is it?"

"Never actually measured it," Derek replied. He's so full of shit, Donna thought to herself. All guys measured their dicks. They took pride in it. This guy probably started measuring his when he was nine, she thought to herself. It was probably huge then. How could he not measure it? The thing hung almost halfway to his knees, for crying out loud. You would think he would know every measurement of it - from length to width to weight.

"Oh," she replied. "Just curious." Donna started to wonder what it would look like in its erect state. All of the erections she had seen on the beach that day - Donna counted four in all - were pointed straight upward because the dicks were of normal size. But Derek's dick? How could it stand upright if he got a boner?, she thought to herself. Where would he get all the blood from to fill it up?

"So do you do come to this beach often?" Donna asked, for once actually looking into his eyes and not at his crotch.

"Almost every day," he said. "I just have a thing for showing off what I have. I think I'm probably going to be a male stripper - I mean, I could make a lot of money and it's really easy."

"Dude, I don't think you could wear one of those G-strings," she said. "The bulge would be the size of a grapefruit." Derek laughed at the spirited conversation he was having with this youngster.

"How old are you?" she asked him.

"I'm 21. Just graduated from college back home," he said. "I'm here on vacation. You?"

"Eighteen," she said. "Leaving for college in the fall. Was thinking about joining like a sorority or something."

"Great idea," he said. "I was in a frat up at school. Good time."

It was getting awfully hot, so the two returned to the blanket to re-join Jamie, the three of them resting in what was now a secluded spot on the beach. Most of the people had vacated the area to go to a volleyball game being played a half mile down the sand. The three of them had more room to themselves.

"Can you rub lotion on me, Derek?" asked Donna, who winked at Jamie as if to say it was time to tease their gentleman caller.

"Sure," he said.

"First, my feet," she requested. Donna had the tiniest, cutest feet a girl could have, each nail manicured to the most distinct detail, her ankles meeting the base of the foot at the most perfect, natural angle. Derek then began to rub the creamy white substance into her soft calves, then her knees, and then her upper legs. Only inches from getting to touch her gorgeous, perfectly-well rounded thighs, Donna waved him off, and said "that's enough." Derek could not hold it any longer. He needed an excuse to pleasure himself right there, right then. He had never known such a young woman with such powerful teasing skills as this Donna, who had gotten a chance to not only look at, but touch, Derek's massive, horse-like dick and he could not even touch for a second, her thighs.

"I have to put lotion on," he said, grabbing the bottle from Donna in an almost rude fashion. He squirted out a big blob, almost a foreshadowing of what eruption of fluid would soon take place, and applied it to his soft penis.

"What the hell are you doing?" Donna said, although she started to get very hot in places uncharted by any of her previous boyfriends.

"I'm just putting on lotion," he said. But Derek was not just applying sun-tan lotion to a part of the body not normally exposed to the summer sun. He was masturbating, and masturbating feverishly. Donna began to notice how each time his hand moved up and down, it had to make a longer trip - his dick was growing, and growing to proportions Donna never thought possible.

"Holy shit," said Jamie, who had earlier whispered to Donna that even she had not seen a dick as big as Derek's, ever.

"Derek, stop that," Donna said, who had no real intentions of wanting this horse-hung man to cease jacking his giant prick. His dick had grown to a state where it pointed up and out from his body at a wide angle, the head of it bright purple and his balls slapping against his crotch. Donna was staring at his balls, and could not believe the distinct shape of them outlined in his sack - the looked like two huge grapes, maybe even plums. Derek kept stroking his dick, its mighty structure pointed right at Donna's pretty little feet. And then he stopped, and when he let go of his fully-aroused member it flung back toward his body and smacked against his belly with a resounding thwack. Donna giggled for a moment at the noise his giant dick had created.

"You like it now? Is this what you wanted to see?" asked Derek, jutting out his midsection so his cock would hover over Donna's legs.

"Oh my God," Donna said. 

"Stop it, Derek, seriously," said Donna, now rubbing her foot against Derek's cheek. "You really shouldn't do that on the beach, stroking your big dork in public like this. You should really put that thing away." 

God was this girl a tease, Derek thought to himself. He went back to work on his cock, but this time he did not last long. There were six shots in all, almost like a round of gunfire, six shots, six thick ropes of come that blasted from Derek's rediculously-oversized penis and onto Donna's uncovered legs.

The first one reached her thighs, and she promptly rubbed it into them to tease Derek even more. His dick hovered for about a minute, almost unsure of whether to stay hard or shrink down to its enormous flaccid state. Ten minutes passed, and his dick finally hung down along his leg again. No words were spoken after he came. Just a note was written by Donna and handed to Derek as the two women walked off. Derek opened the folded paper to see an address, Jamie's address.

Chapter 4

The two women were preparing for the party, and Jamie let her young visitor know there would be nudity involved.

"CFNM? What is CFNM?" the inexperienced brunette said with the innocence of a cuddly kitten.

"Clothed female naked male," Jamie explained. "It is an opportunity for women to view the naked male body. Just like we did at the beach today. Only here we make it mandatory, not optional, that women keep their clothes on. That way, the girls are free to stare at the naked guys all they want and not have to worry about guys staring at them." Donna's heart raced and she felt week in the knees, very sexy knees you could say. Everything on Donna seemed to be sexy, even something as generic as a knee. But she didn't want to let Jamie know just how excited she was.

"You mean we can stare at their dicks?" Donna asked very calmly. Donna couldn't believe her own ears. She was saying the word dick so freely nowadays. It had become a standard in her vocabulary, used even more frequent than the word "it", or "the." She especially liked that term dick, more than any other term for the male penis. She admired its bluntness, its one-syllable directness. Dick. It sounded so degrading to call a man's penis his dick, but Donna enjoyed that, enjoyed making a man feel degraded in order to control him, making his private parts not so private. They were on display and open for discussion.

"Of course you can stare at their dicks, Donna," Jamie said. "Later we will play a lot of games too." Donna began to rub lotion on her already-tanned thighs, the ones that poor Derek could not keep his eyes off of, the ones that made his mammoth penis grow to its awesome potential in Donna's presence. While Donna was rubbing lotion on her award-winning legs, she remarked to Jamie "Oh, games are always good, especially marco polo." Jamie burst out laughing. Donna asked her what was so funny, but Jamie said nothing. In her own mind, she found it so funny that Donna thought they would be playing kiddy games like Marco Polo. 

Oh, they would be playing games, but not the ones Donna had grown used to. Donna wanted Derek to be there, and wanted to again stare for endless hours at his remarkable organ and watch it stab the air with its vigourous jerks. But she did not want Jamie to know how much lust she had for Derek, because then Jamie might have Donna do something like remove her top for Derek's pleasure, which is something the 18-year-old virgin wasn't ready to do just yet. But she had to know if Derek was invited.

"Is that Derek going to be here?" Donna asked. Jamie saw this as an opportunity to tease her young friend, and seized the opportunity.




Horsing Around: Donna's Awakening Pt. 01



"Derek...Derek..," Jamie said aloud, pretending to not remember who Donna was referring to. "Which guy was that?" Donna could feel the blood rushing to her face, embarrassed she was going to have to describe a man by the size of his penis.

"You know," Donna said. "The guy we met on South Beach, the guy with the really big dick." There was that word again coming from Donna's mouth - dick. It felt so good to say it.

"Ohhhhh," Jamie said. "You know what? I forgot to call him." Jamie was lying. She did in fact not call Derek, but didn't forget. She purpously did not call Derek because she wanted Donna to do so. It was almost like an initiation into the CFNM circle, Donna having to invite a man she knew to be naked in her presence.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Donna said, trying to cover up her disapointment. "Maybe we'll see him on South Beach tomorrow."

"Don't be silly. Why don't you call him and tell him to get his ass, and his huge dick, over here!" Jamie said.

"You think I should?" Donna asked. "Of course," Jamie said convincingly. "But you do realize you have to tell him what kind of a party it is, so he will be prepared to be nude. And also so he will have no illusions of seeing you naked just because he is naked."

"Well...can't I just tell him when he gets here, kind of casually?"

"Absolutely not," Jamie demanded. "You have to tell him on the phone."

"Okay, okay," Donna said, slapping her hand against her gorgeous thigh. The sound Donna made with her hand triggered a memory of Derek, and she felt brave enough to share it with Jamie.

"Jamie, what does this sound like?" asked the sexy brunette, again slapping her hand against her thigh. Jamie, for once, was at a loss for words.

"I give up," Jamie said. 

"Derek's big dick, remember? When he kept getting a boner and would make it slap against his belly?" Donna said enthusiastically.

"Oh my God, Donna, you naughty girl," Jamie said. "You do in fact have a thing for Derek if you could remember something that obscure." Jamie made a good point about Donna's infatuation with Derek's penis, but the reference was anything but obscure. The sight and sound of that young man's organ slapping against his belly like that of a horse's will endure in both of the women's fruitful sexual minds for a long time. Donna asked Jamie for the phone, and for Derek's number. 

She gave her giddy friend the digits. The phone rang only once, and Derek's deep voice answered with Hello.

"Derek?" Donna asked.

"Yes, this is him," Derek said.

"Hi, this is Donna, from South Beach, remember - " Before Donna could finish her sentence, Derek interupted.

"Of course I remember you, the gal with the killer legs," Derek said. Donna was tempted to say "yeah, and you were the guy with the killer dick," but avoided the temptation.

"Yeah, that's me. Listen, you want to come to a party Jamie and I are having tonight?" Donna asked.

"Sure," Derek said. "What time is it at?"

"Oh, about 7," Donna said. "But there's one thing. It's a CFNM party. You familiar with them at all?" Derek did not have a clue.

"CFNM? What is that, like BYOB or something?" asked the innocent Derek. Donna's face began to blush. She knew she was going to have to explain in detail to Derek what he was getting himself into.

"Um, well, I'm new to it as well," Donna said, wanting to try to make Derek more comfortable. It was easy for her - she wasn't going to have to be naked.

"It stands for Clothed Female Naked Male," the young female explained. "All the guys, well, they have to be naked. And serve drinks and stuff to the women, who all have their clothes on." Serve drinks? Jamie never mentioned anything to Donna about serving drinks. Did that just creep into Donna's mind? Did the thought of having a naked, well-hung man waiting on her somehow creep into her mind without her knowing? Jamie stifled a laugh at seeing her precious little cousin Donna turn into a CFNM addict. She had created a monster.

"Wow," said Derek, a bit frightened but at the same time very, very turned on. He had intensely enjoyed being nude in front of Donna at the beach, so why would being nude in front of her at a person's pool party be any different?

"It should really be fun, come on, we would love to have you," Donna whispered. She then cupped her hand around the phone so Jamie could not so easily see what she was saying.

"Pleeese," Donna begged the well-hung man on the other end of the line.

"Sure," Derek said. "I'll be there." Donna was overjoyed. She gave a naughy smile to her cousin and jumped up and down like a cheerleader. She had been a cheerleader her last two years in high school, an activity that greatly contributed to her model-like figure that teased men and took control of the most vulnerable part of their body. Penises tended to harden in Donna's presence, even when this princess had all of her clothes on. She celebrated with Jamie, who asked atop the cheers "Serving drinks?"

"I don't know," Donna said. "I guess I got carried away. But it will be kind of funny to see him serving us with that big thing flopping around." Jamie laughed at the delight of Donna, who then quizzically asked her friend "How do think he gets dressed?" Jamie was not sure what Donna meant, and asked for an explanation.

"I mean...where does he put it? I mean, how does it fit? Do you think he lets it hang down one of his pant legs?""

"One thing is for sure," Jamie said. "He won't have to worry about getting dressed in our presence tonight. Just undressed." Donna took a deep breath out of her lust for Derek, and awaited his arrival with great anticipation. While the two women joked about the problem that must await Derek every time he dresses, the center of their jokes, meanwhile, was thinking of what to wear. He knew he was going to be stripping, but he couldn't actually drive naked to the party. Or maybe, he thought to himself in a joking fashion, he could drive naked and let his penis control the steering wheel. It was practically long enough. But he then went back to serious matters, trying to find an outfit that the women would enjoy tearing off him. His penis had always caused him problems in the fashion department. Briefs were out of the question. So were tight shorts. Jeans were okay if baggy enough, but too baggy and he would once in a while sit on his penis, which wasn't the greatest sensation in the world. He figured he would wear dress pants. Why not? It's kind of a formal party, in terms of there being a guest of honor. He knew he was indeed that man.

After getting out of the shower he put on a pair of black boxer shorts that allowed his penis to hang comfortably down his right pant leg (he wore it bigger on that side) and yet be kept in place by the fabric. He then put on a white polo shirt and tan pants that Donna would soon be clutching in a lusty fashion. He couldn't wait to be nude in front of her yet again. There were already three naked men at the party, mingling in the back yard with their hostess, Jamie. Donna, however, refused to leave the front of the house, waiting at the opened front door for her horse-hung admirer. Her mind began to wander, to how it must be when Derek goes to masturbate and has to play with that monster of a dick.

"Does he ever use both hands to jerk off?" she wondered to herself out loud.

Chapter 5

A set of bright headlights flashed from around the corner, and the door of a light blue truck soon opened to reveal Derek, very neatly dressed in a pair of tan pants and the white polo shirt he had ironed just for Donna's sake. He knew he wouldn't be wearing it long, but figured why not. As he walked up to the open door, his jaw visibly dropped. He expected to see Donna in shorts and a T-shirt, maybe even a sun dress. But she was instead wearing a tight red bikini, one that accented her large, lovely breasts and gorgous thighs so well that Derek feared his giant penis might rip through his trousers.

The two hugged, and walked inside. They sat together on the couch, and Donna crossed one leg over the other, her left thigh, so tan and so supple, just inches from Derek's touch. God did he want to touch it, but couldn't. He knew this, and it seemed to turn him on even more. 

But get an erection now? He couldn't. That would be kind of rude. He would sport his weapon at full size when asked by the ladies. But it was difficult to not be turned on. Donna's sweet perfume filled the air around him. He noticed she even wore a sexy body spray, one that smelled of peaches.

"Sorry for the short notice," Donna said. "Jamie came up with this CFNM party thing. She made me invite someone."

"But why did you pick me?" asked Derek, who wanted to hear Donna say it. He wanted to hear her say the words, to hear her say it was the size of his penis that she was so attracted to, so drawn to.

"Well, you are kind of different," Donna said with a light laugh. Derek wasn't going to let her get off that easy. He wanted a deeper explanation.

"I mean, your um, you know, is kind of a rare sight," the 18-year-old said.

"Oh, you mean my truck," he said jokingly. "Yeah, it is a huge one." Donna gave in.

"Okay, you want me to say it," she said. "It is the size of your dick. Not your truck. Your dick. I have never seen anything like it and probably never will again." Derek had won that round, but the rest of the night would go to Donna.

"Well, you might as well...get more comfortable," she said. Derek knew what she meant, and stood up. Donna, of course, had nothing to worry about. She remained in her bathing suit.

"You mind if I just get undressed here?" he asked politely. Donna had no problem with that, and wondered if it would be even more sexy to see her visitor disrobe in front of her. On the beach, he was already nude when she saw him. But this time, he was getting undressed specifically for her. The shirt, shoes and socks came off in a hurry. The belt was soon unfastened and the pants thrown onto the couch.

"Nice boxers," commented Donna, her view focused squarely on his crotch. Her pretty green eyes now spotted his salami, snaked down his right leg almost entirely past his thigh. She took a deep breath.

"You okay," asked Derek.

"Fine," Donna responded, her heart beginning to race again like it did at South Beach. Donna also realized she won a bet with Jamie, a bet on which the girls wagered which side Derek tucked his "giant pecker," as Donna referred to it earlier. The boxers were pulled down, and thrown on top of the pants. Derek stood there, legs wide apart to emphasize the size of his soft penis, a good three or four inches bigger than the largest erect one Donna ever laid her pretty eyes on.

"Let's face it, Derek," she said. "You're hung like a horse. Why do you think I invited you?" Derek laughed, and Donna really was going for the throat now. She wanted to see him hard, and raised her pretty feet and started rubbing his leg with them.

"Ohhh, Donna," he mumbled, his cock beginning to grow fatter and longer. 

"Come on, baby," she said. "Stroke it for me." Jamie walked in to see this alarming sight, and without hesitation, she announced "Come on out to the deck you two, and Derek, keep your hard-on. The games are about to begin."

CONTINUED IN PART TWO: GAMES FOR DONNA



Horsing Around: Games for Donna



With his horse dick fully erect and bobbing out in front of him, Derek asked the fully-clothed Donna "Is she serious about me keeping this hard-on?" pointing to his oversized rod. "I don't want to scare any of the women."

"Well, what do you intend we do about it?" asked Donna, hoping Derek would jerk off for her again. 

"Well," began Derek. "I need to make it go down, and the only way to do that is to, you know, jerk off."

"Well, be my guest," Donna said. 

"With you watching?" asked Derek, getting turned on even more.

"Of course. You did it for me at the beach today, remember?" Donna said. "Is your memory going bad or something? Is that big dick of yours using up all your blood and not enough isn't getting to your brain?"

"I remember, I remember," Derek said. "It's just I feel weird doing it in somebody's house." Donna was getting impatient. She wanted desperately to see Derek furiously wack off that big pecker in her presence, but she decided to give him further incentive.

"I'll start you off," she said. The brunette walked over and placed her right hand around Derek's engorged member, noticing the thickness of its head.

"Oh, is that where the term dick head comes from?" she asked. "I mean I never realized that."

"I think it is," said Derek. "You like mine?"

Donna smiled, and said "of course I do. God, it's so big, almost as big as my fist," she said. Donna eyed the head of Derek's giant cock very closely, wondering how a woman could even fit that part, let alone the shaft, inside her. She began stroking Derek's huge prick, noticing how strong it was in her grip, almost like a tree trunk. The bulging veins along its mighty shaft became even more visible, her right hand stroking back and forth, back and forth.

"Your dick is so damn big. Like a baseball bat," Donna mumbled. Derek was getting closer, and when he felt that he was going to shoot his load, he grabbed Donna and pulled her to his side. Thick, white come started gushing from his prick, shooting out in thick ropes right onto Jamie's neatly-vacuumed floor.

"I won't say anything if you won't," Donna said laughingly, rubbing the liquid into the carpet with her cute little foot. Donna then took Derek by the hand and led him out to the patio. There were over a dozen women in attendance, all in hot bathing suits and many with killer legs and large breasts just like Donna. It didn't take long for Derek to hear the first shout, coming from a woman in her early twenties standing about 10 feet away.

"Look at the size of that guy's schlong!" the voice screamed. Women came flocking over, all staring at Derek's appendage. Had he not come just moments earlier, he would have gotten erect right away, the feeling of having five women staring right at his crotch a little overwhelming. The scene itself was arousing enough to just look at - an entire group of stark naked men walking around a patio filled with five fully-clothed women in enticing outfits - but the language that was heard at this scene was even more provacative. It was as if everything here was dictated, and controlled, by the women - the conversation, the jokes, the games, and especially the men.

"Okay, okay, first, the rules," Jamie announced to the crowd. She actually had these rules written down, rules that had not been just made up out of pure fancy, but rules that had stood for many years at these gatherings. Jamie enjoyed CFNM even before the term existed.

"The obvious first," she said. "All men have to be COMPLETELY naked and the women must remain fully clothed. All men present," she continued, reading right from her booklet, "must obey the women at all times. Men must make their bodies fully visible to women. Absolutely no hiding behind chairs. All men must make sure every woman is given a very close-up view of his dick. 

"To do this, you are to make the rounds. Every man must introduce himself to every woman, and let her comment on the size of his dick. Women may make jokes about his dick being small or big, and are encouraged to reach out and fondle his dick or balls. And fellas, if a women asks you to jerk off for her, you better do it. If you don't you will be asked to leave and won't be allowed to return."

Jamie then instructed the men to line up along the pool, all facing the women, with hands behind their back. The women giggled at the blatant view of male anatomy they were suddenly provided. Over a dozen members hung directly in their view, of all different shapes and sizes.

"First up is the measuring game," Jamie announced. "Each woman here, find a man, and the one who gets the guy with the biggest dick is our winner." Donna was amused by this. 

"Um, I think I have this one in the bag," she said to Derek. Each woman was given a tape measure - Jamie had used to hand out 12-inch rulers, but in order to take further measurements, like girth for instance, tape measures were more appropriate.

While Jamie went on with further instructions, the woman standing next to Donna couldn't help but notice Derek's size. He playfully swung his hips back and forth, causing his soft dangly penis to smack gently against his thighs. 

"My God," the young woman said, covering her mouth with a laugh.

Now that he knew he had her attention, Derek reeled her in more by further demonstrating his animated penis. He pointed it right at her, and now made his penis flop up and down, smacking loudly against his tummy.

The woman, her face bright red from blushing, had nowhere else to look but at his oversized tool. She gave Donna a look that suggested "do you see what I see?"

Donna also watched closely, as Derek flopped his penis every which way to the amusement of the two young women. This new woman that Derek had drawn in, a brunette, was a nurse, who had seen her share of nude males in many a CFNM situation at the hospital. But she had never seen anything like Derek.

"Watch, I can make it swing around like a helicopter propellor," he said. And sure enough, he did, making his huge tube steak swing around and around, picking up speed every time it circled. The young nurse burst out laughing.

"What is going on here?" asked Jamie, a little disgusted she was interrupted from her speech. She was, afterall, the emcee for the evening.

Jamie looked at the young brunette nurse, Shelly.

Shelly was too embarrassed to explain.

"He's (laugh)...he was making his..." she stammered.

Donna, her shyness fading every minute she was around Jamie, was more blunt.

"He was making his dick swing around like a helicopter," she said.

Everybody - including men and women - broke out into laughter, and now the men tried to do their version of the trick for the women measuring them. It was chaos.

"Alright, alright, everybody settle down," Jamie said over all the cheers.

"Derek, would you be so kind to show the entire class what you were doing?" she asked mockingly.

Derek walked in front of everybody, many seeing his penis for the first time. There were oooh's and aaah's, and a naying horse sound effect uttered by one of the men upon seeing Derek's hanging tool.

Derek then played the role of good sport, swinging his penis around like he did earlier, so everybody could get the show that Donna and Shelly enjoyed.

It definitely broke the tension. Even Jamie, a bit miffed that the party was behind schedule, was amused by the classic dick trick. 

"Careful, you might be able to fly away with that thing," she said as his penis swung around in a dizzying display.

"It does look like a fucking propellor," one of the women said to Donna. "Jesus Christ."

Once the laughter had died down, Jamie was eager to get back to business.

"Derek?" she said in a monotone voice. 

"Yes?" he replied.

"Stop playing with your dork and get back in line," she instructed.

"Yes mam," the man replied, hanging his head like a school boy who had just been yelled at by a demanding teacher.

"Now, to make sure we all get accurate measurements, I will use Donny here as a sample," she said, taking the hand of one of the five men at the party. Some laughs could still be heard from those who had not yet recovered from Derek's helicopter trick. But Jamie persisted on. 

"Now, you take the tape measure, reel out a foot or so - Donna, in your case, maybe two feet or so — and then grab his cock and stroke it to full mast," Jamie instructed. "Place the end of the tape measure at the base of his cock and lay the yellow tape down on top of his prick. Run the tape all the way out to the tip of his penis, and there you have his size. Donny's cock measures 6.5 inches. Not bad, but clearly not the biggest here." The other three men besides Derek were also of modest size. The women all commented how the old stereotypes about dick size were not necessarily true - they noticed Derek had small hands and small feet yet had a baseball bat between his legs. 

"Come on Donna, you are up. I think we all want to see just how big Derek's dick is," Jamie said. Donna took the tape measure, reeled out 10 inches. She looked at Derek's dick again, and reeled it out a few more inches. 

"Here goes," she said. The 18-year-old brunette took Derek's cock in her hand, stroked it up to its awesome potential, and heard all the women were starting to giggle. She saw a few flash bulbs go off, noticing the women were taking full advantage of their chance to take pictures of such a huge phallus. Donna took the tape and placed it along Derek's huge cock. From base to tip, it measured no less than 13 and a quarter inches. 

"I win, I win," Donna screamed. "My man is hung like a horse." Derek greatly enjoyed this, noticing that Donna was starting to think of him as not just some well-hung guy she was flirting with, but of a guy she was hoping would soon be her boyfriend. After winning the measuring game, Donna used the rest of the night to win even more games. A game that was usually called the ring toss was changed to ring around the donkey. Usually, every man got to participate in this event, with the women throwing big plastic rings around their dicks to see which gal could get the most around her man. But because the women now had access to such a well-endowed individual as Derek, the rules of the game were changed. Only Derek's cock was used, his fully-erect penis sticking way out in front of him and each woman taking a turn to see how many rings she could get around his donkey-sized cock. Donna, used to the mechanics of Derek's dick since she had seen it up close so many times, kept finding a way to toss the ring around its base. 

"Nothing but dick," she kept saying after nailing each toss. One more game remained for the youngster to win, and that was the art contest. Each woman was given body paints to apply to the penis of their male partner, and Donna, ever the resourceful one, painted Derek's big schlong to make it appear as an elephant's trunk. 

"Keep it soft or this won't work," she kept saying to him. That was awfully hard to do, Donna stroking Derek's dick in order to color it fully with gray paint. The feel of Donna hands, Donna's wet, soft hands, around his cock was an awfully erotic feeling, but he stayed calm. She painted black eyes just above his pubic hair, big floppy ears on his lower stomach, and his dick did indeed appear like the trunk of an elephant, its heavy weight forcing it to hang down in between his legs. Winning all three games had Donna on a high, and after her artwork was shown to every woman at the party, she let Derek wash off in the pool, and of course, all of the men had to stay naked while the women swam in their bikinis. 

"This is so unfair," Derek said with a laugh. 

"Unfair? Why is it unfair?" asked Donna. "Just because we can see your dick and your balls and we get to keep our clothes on?" 

"Yes, exactly," he said. 

"If there is CFNM, is there such a thing as CMNF, you know, clothed male naked female?" asked the young man. Donna and Jamie looked at each other and burst out laughing. 

"Not that we know of," Donna said. "And if there is, it's not like we'll go to such an event." Derek's dick was painfully erect again, so big that it started to throb and jerk underneath the water, his cock needing desperately to be masturbated. 

"Well, Donna, since you won't let me see you naked at this party, will you at least jerk me off again?" he asked, almost pleading. Donna started to ponder if she should oblige him, or make him suffer just for her own pleasure. The party shifted back outside the pool, and Donna could not believe what she saw. 

"Your balls look like they're going to burst - look at them Jamie, they almost hang down as far as his dick does when it's soft," she said. 

"Please, Donna, please," Derek begged. 

"Well, if you kneel down and kiss my feet," she said. Derek was quick to do that, considering it a pleasure instead of a chore. Sucking on her toes, he heard Jamie give Donna an interesting proposition. 

"Let him dry-hump you," Jamie said to Donna, who was staring down at Derek, making sure he kissed both of her feet. 

"You think I should? I mean, with that big 13-inch dick of his?" she asked. 

"Of course I think you should," replied Jamie. "It will be fun." 

"Get up donkey," Donna demanded of Derek, giving him a new nickname, referring to the size of his dick. 

"Rub that big dick of yours against my ass, can you do that you horse-hung stud?" asked the 18-year-old, now a bit more brazen after a few drinks. 

"Yes mam," Derek replied. Before rubbing against her perfectly-rounded behind that filled out her bikini quite nicely, Derek put his dick underneath the side string joining the front of Donna's bikini to the back of it. It was quite an amusing picture, his big cock sticking straight up, rubbing up against Donna's side and pulling her bikini bottom slightly away from her body, his dick so strong he could have easily used it to snap that thin fabric covering the girl's thick forest of pubic hair that Derek would have killed to see. 

"You're not gonna see my bush," teased Donna, looking right into the eyes of her admirer. 

"I know, I know," Derek replied. "But this is fun, getting to hump your leg like this." 

"What are you, a dog? Dogs hump legs," she said. 

"No, I'm a donkey," he said. "Remember?" Derek took his dick out from underneath the side string on her skimpy outfit and pulled her back to him, the shaft of his cock neatly positioned in between her butt cheeks, the bikini feeling nice and soft against his prick. He started humping her furiously, to the amusing cheers of all the females at the party. Donna was enjoying the ride on his cock, her big ass rubbing and tightening around Derek's big pole. She started to wonder what joy she would feel to have that huge thing inside her, even if not the whole thing at least half of it - Jesus, she thought, even half of his dick would be almost seven inches. 

Derek could fold his dick in half and it would still be bigger than any of the other four men at the party. The more Donna rubbed back against Derek, the bigger and harder his dick got, and when he was about to come, he didn't tell Donna, wanting to shoot his load up on her ass and back. It was even more come than he expected. Hot streams shot out and up, the first one almost reaching Donna's shoulders. Feeling the hot liquid drench her back, Donna was even more turned on, to the point where she wanted to take off her suit and let Derek play with her boobs and whatever else he wanted. But she resisted the temptation. 

"Oh, God, Donna, you are so fucking hot," he said. 

"I know," she responded with a laugh. "Now fetch a towel and clean me off." Derek returned from the house with a clean towel, his dick also wiped clean and now dangling down between his legs. A few more women had entered the party, both of which stared at commented about Derek's big dick. 

The party had begun to break into small groups, and Jamie and Donna decided to give themselves exclusive rights to look at Derek's horse-like cock - moving to a small table with three chairs on the other side of the pool away from everyone else.

"I have a question," said Donna, who had been quiet for almost 20 minutes staring in awe at Derek's schlong.

"How the hell do you keep it flaccid?" said the young one, using a term she learned at the party. "I mean, all the other guys that were here were erect the whole time," she went on.

"I don't mean to brag, but all the women here, including myself, are, rather, well, hot. And being naked in front of us doesn't give you a boner?" Derek smiled, and even giggled.

"Donna, do you have any idea how trained I am at not getting boners in public?" asked Derek rhetorically. "I have to know how to stay soft."

"Well, why?" asked Donna, probing deeper into the subject.

"I used to go get boners all the time, staring at girls on the beach, at the mall, at school, wherever, and it would cause me a lot of pain," he began to explain. "My dick would either stick straight out and almost rip a hole in my jeans or I would have to force it down one of my pant legs. I used to wear out the elastic in my underwear so I just had to start wearing boxers." The girls giggled. Donna pinched Derek's cheek, whispering "Oh, poor baby."

"Most embarrassing moment, come on tell us," said Jamie. "There had to be at least one time the size of your dick became an inconvenience."

"At least one time? Are you serious? How about at least 100 times," Derek said.

"Well, tell us about one," said Donna, inching closer to Derek in her chair, still sneaking stares at his crotch while she was even talking to him.

"Okay, okay," said Derek. "This started as an embarrassing moment and turned into something even better, much better. My last year in high school, I had this one really hot teacher. Her name was like Ms. Barnes or something. And she used to wear the most provactive outfits - I mean she was like 22 at the time so she was only four or five years older than I was. Well, by then my dick was already full grown - "

"And how big was that?" Donna interrupted, always wanting exact stats.

"Thirteen and a quarter inches hard, eight inches soft," Derek replied.

"Anyway, she taught the hardest class - 

"Even harder than your big dick?" asked Donna, making a joke.

"Yes, even harder. Now can I finish my story?" asked Derek, a bit annoyed.

"Go, just go," Donna said.

"This one day in class I starting day dreaming about having sex with her, about rubbing my big dick against those ass cheeks I could always make out in the tight skirts she wore to class, and then sticking it in her pussy nice and slow - "

"Okay, okay, get to the point," said Donna, offended Derek had used such words to describe the female anatomy.

"Well, in the middle of my day dream, she blurts out 'Derek, why don't you show us your answer to the question at the black board. I was like oh shit," Derek said. "My dick had made a huge tent in my suit pants, and the second I stood up that bulge would be exposed to everyone. And I might add that three quarters of the class was girls," he said.

"Oh my God, so what did you do?" asked Donna.

"Well, I tried to stall, tried to make my boner go down by thinking about baseball or something," Derek said. "I stared at the hot teacher for a few seconds to keep waisting time, but she was getting pissed and ordered me to the board. So, I had to go."

"This, I gotta hear," Donna whispered.

"I got up, tried to hunch myself over to try to draw the bulge in a bit. On my way up to the front of the room, Ms. Barnes was going on and on about how I shouldn't be daydreaming in class and stuff, but the second I passed the front row of desks and my crotch was exposed, she shut up in mid sentence. Nobody in the class knew what was wrong, but I did," Derek said. "She was the only one in the room that saw the circus-like tent in my trousers - the rest of the class was half asleep just like I had been just moments earlier. Ms. Barnes was in shock."




Horsing Around: Games for Donna



Donna and Jamie were getting turned on by this tale of teacher-student erotica, so much so that the young one had to take a deep breath to help ease the sexual tension that was building up inside her. 

"Go on," begged Donna.

"Well, Ms. Barnes liked to show off her legs too, almost like she was teasing, and torturing, us 17- and 18-year-old guys. She wore these see-through stockings and these really hot high heels, and she would always plop that beautiful butt of hers on the corner of her desk and sit with her legs crossed and her chest sticking straight out. She put almost all of the guys - which I think was her own little conspiracy - in the front row so she would feel like they were staring at her body the whole class. I think she loved the fact that she was hot, and there were all these guys that wanted her so bad but just couldn't have her. This day was no different - she sat on the corner of her desk in a tight black top and those gorgeous legs on full display. But when I passed her with that bulging, 13-inch hard-on testing the strength of my suit pants, she was, for once, a bit flustered." Donna and Jamie were speechless, wanting to hear more about Derek's big dick.

"It was not going down at all when I was at the board. The entire room was silent - the students still had no idea about my bulge, and had no idea that Ms. Barnes had seen my bulge," Derek said. "To ease the tention of the moment, I decided to ask my hot teacher a question while I was at the board. With the chalk still against the black board and my dick almost touching the wall a good seven inches out in front of me, I turned my head to make eye contact with Ms. Barnes, but I got the shock of my life."

"What?" inquired Jamie.

"Oh there was no eye contact to be made, not at all. Ms. Barnes was staring right at my crotch," Derek said.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute. How was she staring at your crotch if you had your back to her," asked Donna, wanting an explanation.

"At the angle she was sitting at - her desk was only about 10 feet to my left - she could see my dick sticking out in front of me," Derek said.

"Oh my God," Donna said.

"I go on with my question, but it took Ms. Barnes a good five seconds to even acknowledge the fact that she heard someone speaking to her - it was as if she was in another world for a few moments," Derek said. "I asked some lame question about my calculus problem I was working out, and she gave me an equally lame answer to make like she didn't give one shit about calculus at the time. All she cared about was my dick." Donna and Jamie looked at each other and smiled, knowing exactly what kind of trance that Ms. Barnes must have been in at the time - Donna was still in shock every time she saw the size of Derek's cock.

"I knew now that Ms. Barnes was definitely interested, but would she get with me? I mean, a teacher having an affair with her student?" Derek said. "I finished my problem at the board, but another problem awaited me - figuring out how I would get Ms. Barnes to see my piece."

"Why didn't you just take her to South Beach?" asked Jamie laughingly. 

"Believe me, it crossed my mind," Derek said. Donna crossed her legs, rubbed her inner thigh to turn Derek on a bit and make him go on with his story.

"Well, weeks went by, and Ms. Barnes always kind of felt uneasy around me, like she really wanted to say something about the little episodes at the chalk board and at her desk but she was too scared to mention them," Derek explained. "Before I knew it, there was only one week of class left before graduation, one week left for me to get with this really hot teacher I had been fantasizing about since the first day of school. I decided I was going to take a risk.

"I decided," he said. "To have some naked pictures taken of myself and leave them in an envelope on Ms. Barnes' desk."

"Oh my God. Did you do it?" asked Donna.

"Well, of course," replied the horse-hung gentleman. "I went to a professional photographer - it was a male, if it was a female, that might have led to a whole other affair - and had them done. I made sure to get just about every pose of myself, and my dick was visible in every photo. There were pictures of me standing straight up with my big dick just hanging down, side-view pictures of me stroking it to full mast, pictures of my lying down and it resting on my chest - I had a ton of photos taken, 36 in all. And, like I planned, I put them in a brown envelope with Ms. Barnes' name on the front of it and I left it on her desk the last day of class. This way, what did I have to lose? I would have already graduated by the time I could get in trouble for doing it. Inside the envelope with the photos was a letter, very nicely written I may add, just saying to Ms. Barnes that I really wanted her to see me nude, and if that she was offended to simply forget I ever left the package on her desk. But, how could she ever forget the photos I left her? I also wrote in the letter how beautiful I thought she was, that she was the sexiest, most enticing female I had ever laid eyes on. This was before I met you though, Donna," said Derek, scoring points with the young girl.

"Well, what happened?" Jamie asked, prompting Derek to continue. 

"I left the package there, like I said, and I couldn't wait to hear from her. See, in the letter I left my address, so I expected a letter from her right away. I was so fucking excited. I'll admit I had to jerk off a few times every day just thinking about that tight-ass hot teacher bitch looking, and staring, at those photos of mine. But damn it, no letter came. I waited and waited, rushed out to the mail box every day the week, and second week, and third week after graduation, but no letter came. I was really bummed. I thought either she though I was just some perverted asshole, or that she was too scared to act on her feelings and actually write me back. Jesus, she wasn't even my teacher anymore though," Derek said.

"But then, one afternoon when I was just lounging, watching television, my mom tossed a letter into my lap while I was sitting on the couch, and said 'there's a letter for you, but no return address.' God, was I hoping it was a letter from Ms. Barnes. I took it in my hand, and sure enough it was her handwriting on the envelope. I quickly told my mom I had to be alone for a little while in my room. I felt the envelope in my hands for a few moments, noticing that there were at least two or three sheets of paper inside - she must have liked the photos, or else why would she write so much? I though to myself. I pulled my pants down to my ankles, started stroking my big cock, and began to read the letter." Derek then recalled, almost word-for-word, the letter that Ms. Barnes had mailed to him, a letter that for the past four years Derek had often read to himself whenever he felt the need to get turned on. 

Ms. Barnes' letter, preserved in a folder underneath his mattress at home, read...

Dearest Derek, 

I am sorry it took me so long to write you back. My tardiness was due not to a lack of interest, but just to the time-consuming work I have been so busy with. God, can you believe all the papers you guys had to so in recent weeks? It's unbelievable. It has been up to me to grade all of those things, and believe me, it takes a while. Thank you so much for your compliments - I get them all the time but never do I get them in such an eloquent fashion. Being told I am beautiful gets kind of old, but the words you used to admire me were so sweet and touching. 

Well, enough small talk. 

Your pictures. 

Wow. 

I don't even know where to begin. First let me say that I am not offended that you sent them to me, if that was your primary concern. I am not going to tell on you or anything - besides, you are an 18-year-old man and I am a 22-year-old woman. I don't think there is anything wrong with you offering some views of your body to me. 

I must say that your body is impressive - your pecs and abs and those bulging biceps of yours are the kind I find myself often staring at the beach. 

I love muscular men! 

But, let's talk about your body from the waist down now. 

Um, hmmm. As you can see, I am speechless. 

The real reason I wrote you back Derek is that I am very interested in the size of your penis. I never knew a guy could have one that big! 

I will admit the day I saw your bulge, I became very interested. 

Just how big is it? Do you measure it a lot? How did it get so big? Do all the men in your family have huge, well you know, dicks? 

I would rather say dick when talking about your thing - saying penis sounds so clinical, like I'm still trying to be your teacher or something. 

Are you in the Guinness Book of World Records? And don't just take that as flattery. Seriously, are you in the Guinness Book of World Records? 

Do you have huge balls? I was wondering if a guy that has a big dick has huge balls too. Do you have a nickname, like horse or donkey or something? 

How far does your schlong hang down when it's soft? In the pictures you sent me, it was hanging down really far. Is it always like that? How big is it just when it's limp? I bet your dick, even in its flaccid state, is twice as big as most men's erect dicks. And my God Derek, did you have to tease me that one day by wearing those skimpy little shorts? Like you had any intention of that big thing really fitting inside those. 

Anyway, didn't mean to go on a tangent about your dick, but it does fascinate me. A 22-year-old woman who has to teach calculus at a private school doesn't get to see a lot of such things. 

In response to your question about us meeting again, I would love to. I must tell you though, I do have a boyfriend, a very serious boyfriend who I have been dating for the past year. 

I do love him and would never cheat on him, but I don't think just looking at your dick would hurt anybody. Why don't you meet me at school Friday, and yes I would love for you to be totally naked in my presence. 

Love, Carrie

"Wow, she signed it as Carrie, not Ms. Barnes huh you big stud," said Donna.

"Yep," he replied, "and the biggest turn-on of it was that she had me meet her at school - now empty for the summer - and not at her apartment, to avoid her boyfriend ever walking in on us. Just like in class, she sat on that desk of hers, but I got to sit in her chair, all of my clothes off, and a bobbing, 13-inch erection engorged in her view.

"She had me stroke it for her, and then she took it into her hands for a while. She would stop just before I would come, though, not wanting to go that far. But that was about to change. I begged her to sit on my lap, and after literally getting down on my hands and knees and begging her to do so, she sat on my lap in her chair. My dick was so big that the head of it stuck out from underneath her crotch, but the top side of the shaft was right on target with her you know what."

"You can say it," said Jamie, giving Derek permission.

"Well, with her pussy," he continued. "She wore the same outfit she wore that day she saw my bulge up at the blackboard, her body beginning to rock back and forth on my dick. She started talking dirty, like 'ohhh, let me ride that horsie,' and 'oh, make it bigger, keep it nice and big.' I was just about to come but she in fact beat me too it. The soft sensation of her panties on my dick changed to a warm, wet gush drenching through her panties and lubricating my shaft. She started grinding really hard on my lap, her whole body starting to shake and buck. My former teacher was having an orgasm."

"What did you do?" asked Jamie, even more turned on now.

"Well, I was just about to come when she decided to get up off me," he said. "I really didn't mean too - I swear - but I shot one of my biggest loads ever right onto that hot, black top she was always wearing. Just jets of come shooting out onto her stomach. I couldn't help it. She was in the line of fire. I think at that point, she felt really, really dirty."

"Okay, okay, I came," she admitted, almost screaming. "But....that doesn't mean we just had sex. I was just looking, that's all, just looking. Now go, get the hell out here." I was kind of amused at her being so flustered, her feeling so guilty she had just cheated on her boyfriend.

"God, you got that sticky stuff all over my skirt - look at this!" she screamed. Carrie was right - her black top was ruined, stained with a heavy showering of my come.

"Don't be mad at me," I said, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not mad at you, it's just you tricked me into fooling around with you, and now I feel fucking guilty about cheating on Kurt," the teacher said.

"I felt really bold at this moment, and I just blurted out 'Same time next week?'" Carrie knew exactly what I meant. Even though she felt guilty, she wanted our meetings to be much more frequent.

"Okay, okay. But no grinding next time," she said.

"I saw her about five more times after that, until I went away to college. Can you believe she wrote to me at school that whole next year, probably while she was supposed to be teaching," Derek said. "We never grinded again, but she did jerk me off a few times. Of course, when I came, and came a lot I might add, she would be like 'Oh, you scumball. What are you doing? I have a boyfriend.' And then she would want to play with my balls a few minutes after feeling so guilty."

"Women," Donna said laughingly.

"Yes, women," Derek said. "Can't live with them and they can't resist a foot-long dick."

"A 13-inch dick that is," Donna said matter-of-factly. Donna began to imagine that she was that teacher, that she was the one rocking back and forth on Derek's big dick and coming almost in unison with this extraordinary individual. She wouldn't need to be a teacher to live out this fantasy, she would soon find out. The three chatted for a few more moments before Derek had to leave to go home and get some sleep before going to work the next morning. It was already 4 a.m. He made a date with Donna for the next afternoon, and he got dressed and was escorted to his car by the 18-year-old brunette.

They kissed on the lips, a soft kiss, and he departed.

Donna decided to hang out a little bit at the party before going to bed. She didn't mind the idea of seeing a few more dicks, even though she knew none would match the size of her boyfriend to-be.

She eyed an open seat near the pool, one that would give her the perfect view of every man, and his dick, that were attending the party. Upon walking over to that seat, the 18-year-old's arm was grabbed by her cousin, and Donna was escorted over to a quiet spot near the pool.

"Kevin is here," Jamie whispered.

"Kevin, Kevin who?" asked Donna.

"Your ex-boyfriend, Kevin?" said Jamie, holding a ruler in her hand. Donna's mouth dropped open. The young girl was shocked. Kevin had been a former boyfriend of hers during her final year of high school, a boy she dated for only a few weeks, a boy with straight A's and popularity. She met him at a party at Jamie's, a party where the guys actually had clothes on. He was a close friend of Jamie's, and Donna, attracted to him almost right away, thought he was cute, and began a relationship with him with a deep kiss that suggested they would be together for a while. Two weeks later, however, Donna found out Kevin had cheated on her, had given a so-called friend of Donna's the same deep kiss she was so turned on by. Donna broke up with Kevin without hesitation. 

The young girl cried on the phone with Jamie the night of the breakup and told her how betrayed she felt, how her bad experience with Kevin made her not even want to date a guy any time soon.

Jamie vowed that they would one day get even with Kevin. It turned out that now was the time.

"Why the hell did you invite him?" Donna said, obviously irritated.

"Because," Jamie said with a laugh. "You can get even with him. You can tease him about his size." Donna glanced down at the ruler Jamie was holding, and it registered in her young mind that her cousin must have measured Kevin, and it must have been found that Kevin didn't quite measure up, so to speak.

"Why would he come here though?" Donna asked Jamie, wondering aloud how Kevin would walk into a trap so easily.

"Well, he wants you to tease him," Jamie said with a laugh. "The asshole actually likes to be degraded by women.

"He would actually like me teasing him about his dick size?" Donna asked.

"Yes, of course. He gets off on it," Jamie said, speaking from experience. "You were his dream girl, and he told me that when you broke up with him, it broke his heart, but seeing you get with other guys is an extreme turn-on for him." Donna sighed, and then spoke.

"Okay," she said. "If he likes me to treat him like shit, fine. I will oblige him." The 18-year-old pulled her bikini top down a little lower on her bulging breasts, wanting to tease her ex with their enticing size and shape. She walked over slowly to where Kevin was standing, her hands seductively rubbing her backside, to accent just how well-rounded and tight her ass was, an ass that had just about every man eyeing Donna from the waist down. It would take quite a cute ass for a man to stare at anything but her large breasts, and Donna did indeed have a cute ass.

"Hey, Kevin, what's up?" Donna said.

"Well, my dick," said her ex, standing up straight and tall and bulging out his chest to try to show off his average four-inch erection.

"Yeah, but not up that much, huh? God, I'm glad I broke up with you," she said with a laugh. "You've got a really small dick." Kevin's face turned bright red, but suddenly a strange feeling of erotic enjoyment was forming in his stomach, just above that tiny dick of his. He didn't like that Donna wasn't turned on by the sight of his naked manhood, but even more turned on that she made fun of it.

"I'll admit. I am kind of average," Kevin said.

"No. I didn't say average," she stressed. "I said small. You have a small dick. There is a difference between average. Average is maybe five, six or seven inches. Yours is what, four at the most? That is small. You have a small dick. Not an average dick. A small dick." Kevin's small dick was as big as it could possibly be now, veins bulging out at the sides to the amusement of the mocking Donna.

"Ahhh, isn't that cute. It's like you have a little boner," she said, staring at his equipment.

"I bet you might shoot a little load now too to go with it." Kevin wanted so badly to reach down and start stroking his manhood, with Donna watching, but resisted the urge at least for the moment. Donna walked over to one of the chairs on the patio, sat down, crossed her perfectly-tanned legs and held a cold glass of iced tea on her thigh. Condensation had formed on the outer surface of the glass, and it rolled down onto the leg of the teenage girl. She rubbed the moisture into her thigh, emphasizing to Kevin just how soft and luxurious it was. He could only dream of touching it, of caressing it.

"So, Donna, I heard you hit it off with a guy named Derek," he said. Donna sighed, as if to say Kevin should mind his own business for his own good. She enjoyed hurting his feelings, but telling him of Derek's size might take it a bit too far.

"Yeah," she said. "Nice guy. Some college guy. I got his number." Donna laughed to herself out loud, thinking not only did she have his phone number, but also another number of his, as in 13. Kevin had been told by Jamie that Donna had met Derek on the beach, and was very attracted to the size of his penis. Kevin was extremely turned on by this, and wanted desperately to hear Donna speak of Derek.

"Anything different about him?" Kevin asked. "I mean, like Jamie told me there was something different about him." Donna smiled.





Horsing Around: Games for Donna



"Dude, I don't think you want to know," she said.

"No, tell me," Kevin replied. "Come on, Donna, just tell me. I want to hear about it." To tease him even more, Donna rolled her hand through her soft, brown hair, and cupped her mouth to his ear. She wanted to whisper to him in a sexy fashion.

"The guy's got the biggest schlong in the world," Donna said. Kevin's dick had had enough. Hearing his cute ex-girlfriend, a girl that wasn't even aloud out past 11 p.m. just months earlier, say schlong was all too much a turn-on, and his dick shot out a big glob of come without him even touching his tiny dick. The load was more impressive than his dick size, and nearly hit Donna's leg. God only knows what Donna would have done if she had been hit by it.

"Jesus Christ, would you watch it?" she said. "I can't believe you shot off! Dude, I'll talk to you if it turns you on, and I'll tell you how small your dick is, but don't shoot a load on me!"

"I'm sorry, Donna, I'm sorry," he said, squeezing the rest of his load from his dick. "You are just so fucking hot, and hearing you talk dirty just gets me. Please, continue about Derek."

"The guy is hung," Donna continued. "He's got the biggest dick I've ever seen."

"Just how big?" Kevin asked, already stroking a second erection. It hadn't taken him long to get a second wind.

"I measured him at 13 and a quarter inches," Donna said in an exact manner. 

"You measured him?" asked Kevin, getting even more aroused.

"Yeah, of course," she replied. "It was kind of tough because we only had one of those 12-inch wooden rulers. I had to put the end of the ruler against his stomach, like where the base of his cock starts, and then lie it against his shaft. Then, I had to put my thumb where the ruler ended, keep it there, and then start the ruler at that spot and measure the rest of his shaft."

"Over 13 inches?" Kevin asked, wondering to himself how sexy it would be to see Donna jerking a guy off with a cock that large.

"I didn't think guys could have dicks that big," Donna explained. "It was so funny when I met him at the beach. He kept getting a boner, and every time he did, he would grab it, pull it out, and then let it go to make it slap against his belly. When he got up, it just kind of bobbed out in front of him. His dick is so fucking big. It's like a horse's dick."

"So I guess women do like big ones," Kevin said.

"I know I do," Donna said with conviction. "I'm still kind of up in the air if I want to have sex with him though." Donna had told Kevin when they dated that she would wait until she was married to have sex, but wanted to tease Kevin by saying she might indeed break the rules just to have sex with Derek. She never would have broken the rules for Kevin.

"Even if I don't have sex with him, I want to play with it, you know, play around with that big dick of his," she said. "It's so big and floppy. Even when it's soft, it's still bigger than yours is when it's hard. I mean, the thing almost hangs to his knees." Donna glanced out over the pool, admiring the view of three more newcomers to the party, all of which - although not nearly as hung as Derek - had impressive-sized cocks.

"Do you mind if I stroke my dick when you're talking about him?" Kevin asked. Donna was kind of getting tired of talking to her small-dicked ex, but didn't want to leave him without him getting to shoot off a second time.

"Go ahead," she said with a sigh. "Just watch where it goes." Donna took a deep breath, and began what she hoped was a final few sentences to get Kevin off.

"He said that once during a track meet, his dick got free and was hanging down the inside of his leg," Donna said with a laugh. "I mean, can you imagine? Your dick being so big you can't even fit it inside your shorts? God, I want that guy." Kevin moaned quite audibly, loud enough that three women a few feet away started cheering for him to stand and shoot his load. The three women were well into their 30's, enjoying the view of a naked 19-year-old playing with himself. Kevin didn't disappoint them, and got up and let a sizeable amount of come spurt from his cock and land nearly five feet out in front of him.

Donna, knowing she was done with Kevin for the night, walked over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, as if to say there were no longer any hard feelings about their breakup, that she was glad she could entertain him with her stories of her new man.

"Thank you so much Donna for chatting with me," said Kevin, out of breath. "You know I wouldn't mind if I could watch you jerk him off sometime." Donna just rolled her eyes at that one and started to walk away, but already began to think how funny that scene would be, getting it on with the enormously-hung Derek while a man of such modest size looks on. She didn't consider the possibility of that scenario out of the question.

She smiled, and decided it was time to go to bed. The games she played with Derek, and the teasing game she played with Kevin, had worn her out. On her way inside, she saw Derek chatting with Jamie, and held up for a moment to take in the view. It was almost worthy of a painting. There was this beautiful, fully-clothed woman standing next to a fully-naked man, penis hanging between his legs and on full display, and the man and woman carried on a conversation as if this was perfectly natural. Every now and then Jamie would glance down at Derek's tool, admiring its size, but her glances were in perfect flow with the conversation.

Funny thing was, as Donna approached, the two were chatting about car insurance, of all things.

"Well I gotta go," Donna said.

"Me too," Derek replied. 

"Oh Derek thanks so much for coming," Jamie poured out, letting him know that men were equally important to this type of atmosphere and that there were no hard feelings for any of the harsh treatment she may have given him earlier. "The women absolutely loved you," she went on. 

"I really hope you can - ," Jamie began to say, but just then was interrupted by her cell phone, which she let go to voice mail.

"Who was it?" asked Donna.

"Oh, my friend, Saona," Jamie replied. "She emailed me earlier this week and told me she has to tell me about this 'Mr. Ed guy.' I have no idea what she's talking about."

"That sounds weird," Donna replied.

"Invite her to the next party," Derek chimed in. His philosophy was, the more women the merrier.

Donna and Jamie laughed at Derek's enthusiasm.

"I invited her to this one but she couldn't make it," Jamie explained. "Hopefully she can make the next one...and maybe bring this Mr. Ed guy, whoever the hell that is."

"Well, I gotta get going," Derek said, finally getting re-dressed. It actually felt weird to be wearing clothes in front of Donna and Jamie. 

On the way out, Jamie persisted that Derek attend more of her parties, and he was definitely interested. Jamie confided in him that CFNM wasn't just a mere form of erotic party, but in essance a way of life. She told him, to his astonishment, that there were other forms of CFNM that the ever-growing group took part in.

Very often the group would get together, put all the men's names in a hat, and participating females would each draw a name from that hat, and that gentleman would be her nude housekeeper for one day, the date and time all arranged.

"Are all these women single?" Derek asked. 

"Oh God, no," Jamie replied with emphasis, explaining that the group didn't descriminate against married women. "Some are married, some have kids - one woman had her husband take the kids out for the day while she had her nude housekeeper over."

Derek stood there in amazement.

"Are you serious?" Donna asked with a laugh, taking a seat on one of the patio chairs for a moment, crossing one leg over the other. 

"Yeah - of course she didn't tell her hubby," Jamie explained. "She simply told him she would like to get some housework done, and dad and the boys went to a ball game. Mommy stayed home and had some company."

Jamie relished in telling the story. Derek and Donna looked at each other and laughed. "I would love to be her housekeeper. Do you think she would like me?" Derek asked.

"Oh I'm sure she would just LOVE you," Jamie replied, looking down at his bulge. "I'll let you know when our next get-together is."

Derek and Donna began to finally head out. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her he would call her tomorrow.

Derek decided to visit the bathroom, just to stall so he could chat with Jamie a bit more. Everyone had left, except Derek. When he opened the door to leave the bathroom, Jamie was a bit startled. 

"Oh goodness sweetie, I thought you left," she said, picking up empty beer cups and paper plates throughout the house. 

"Oh I just had to use the bathroom real quick," he explained, sensing the young woman was ready for bed and done entertaining for the night. "What um...what other activities do you guys do?" he asked.

"Activities?" Jamie replied. 

"I mean...CFNM activities," Derek asked hesitantly. He was still nervous talking about such things with a woman. Aroused as ever, but still nervous.

"Ohhh," Jamie replied. "Well sweetie CFNM is a new term. Before we didn't really have a name for our parties. The men just got naked."

Derek laughed. He really loved this woman.

"But in addition to the things I mentioned earlier - parties, nude housekeepers - we also have lawn games in the back," Jamie went on. "Three-legged races, water balloon tosses, stuff like that."

It was like Derek had stumbled into a CFNM nirvana. The more Jamie told him, the better it got.

"It's strictly for the amusement of the women," Jamie said, running her hands through her hair in an arrogant, sexy fashion. "I mean, not just that most of the men at our events are gorgeous, muscular studs you can't keep your eyes off of, but it's also pretty funny. I mean the three-legged race alone, come on! Seeing all of the guys' dorks flopping every which way while they try to run...it always has us rolling in laughter."

Just then Jamie's house phone began to ring, and the woman was happy to hear who it was.

"It's Saona," she told Derek. "I have to take this. I'll let you know when our next get-together is."

TO BE CONTINUED...



Horsing Around Too



Once in a while there comes a story that has an unusual plot, irregular development, and events that unfold in unpredictable ways. Such a story stands out from the ocean of words that one comes across while browsing around sites like this one. At first the reader gets confused, then gets puzzled, and finally gets frustrated because the author(ess) is taking her or him on a rollercoaster ride. In the end, either the reader is distressed because he expected more from it, or joyously sad that there wasn't more of the thrill the story provided for her. One thing for sure, the story will stay in the reader's mind for a long time to come, and that is the art behind a good story.

This is such a story.

As you probably know, this is a continuation of my other story Horsing Around, but before you run to read that story, I want you to read next few paragraphs first. Let me set the stage for you and then I'll tell you when it is appropriate to go. I didn't have the chance to do that for those readers who suffered through---or enjoyed---that submission, so I want to make sure you know what you are getting yourself into. 

First a few warnings.

My story is not for the fainthearted. It requires stamina to read it and a lot of patience to live through the events. It requires, first and foremost, an affection for the author(ess) before having an affinity for the characters in the story. Since it is an autobiographical account of an extraordinary situation, which called for an unconventional solution, the author(ess) and the lead character are one and the same. So, you have to like me before you'll like the story. If you don't like me, then you'll find this story unbearable. Technically, then, this story is only for my admirers, and there are only three of you.

My story is not for those of you looking for instant gratification. You won't find the thrills associated with a quick physical romp under the sheets. You won't find action that your genitals need as one hand caresses your private parts and the other scrolls down to quickly get to the juicy parts. You premature ejaculators will be long asleep before my story even takes one piece of clothing off. If you want a dick in a pussy or a mouth like right about now, then you should exit from this story and read one of my other ones. Even though the build-up in the other ones takes a while, the ending is a lot more satisfying than this one.

My story is not for those who want to read on their computer screens. This story---specially the first part of it---only sinks in if you print it out and read it when you have plenty of time available to devote to it. You have to sit in a quiet place, with a cup of coffee or tea, and may be even some cake and biscuits, and let my words take over your senses. Don't prejudge the events. Don't judge the events, period. Just read. It doesn't matter how things go; you will read an enjoyable piece of writing, and that's all a person who loves to read, wants, isn't it?

I have taken a lot of flak for the first part because it was different from other stories that you read around these parts. Imagine that? I received criticism because I wrote something different, something unique, something that doesn't fit the normal mould of porno writing. I should be commended, which I was, by the three of you. The rest of you should know that I don't write porno. I write stories. I write literary stories that happen to involve sex, but porno they ain't. The basic premise is not sex, or animal sex, as some stories go. Basic premise is plausibility of the events. How characters come together is more important than their cumming together; although there is no such word as cum in the dictionary that implies ejaculation or orgasm, but you wouldn't know that would you, you illiterate piece of being, you. 

Of course I am just kidding about the illiterate part. I know you are not that illiterate. After all, you logged into the Internet successfully and searched around until you found this story, so to call you illiterate is totally uncalled for, and I apologize for that. 

That comment above is a test to see if you've got what it takes to read this story. I you were amused by that remark, then you are the one this story is written for. If you were offended, well, then fuck off. This story is too good for you. Don't read any further.

Speaking of flak, one person gave me 1 out of 5 marks for the original Horsing Around because he didn't like the fact that I wrote part one of a multi-part story without adding 01 to the title. He wanted the title to read Horsing Around 01 or Chapter 1. I have read many stories where authors haven't done that, yet the stories have received hot rating. He did not care that the story was written well and it read well; that I spent weeks on polishing it up, looking for just the right words to convey my feelings and emotions, making sure that grammar was as error free as my little mind could make it. All he cared for was that I didn't put 01 in my title. For fuck's sake man, is that what you found important about my story? How many of you actually read stories that say 01 in the title, not knowing what the author is trying to do as a cliff hanger, how long you'll have to wait until the next part arrives, would you be able to remember part one when part two comes or will you have to re-read it, or for that matter, would you care if part two comes or not?

My story is a real story. It is told as it happened, by the person to whom it happened. The events proceeded the way they did. I poured myself into the words. I showed a side of myself that you haven't seen before. I bared myself for you to look at. I played a part of my private life to you because I thought you would like to view it. Yes, I acted cute, caring, thoughtful, even full of myself, but that's how it is in the story. Then why is it that some of you reacted negatively to it. You don't mind if a guy brags about his 10 inch long dick, but you have a problem with the fact that I thought so highly of myself. I am the heroin of that story; why the hell can't I think so much of myself. 

One person wrote to me---and as a writer I can't help but admire the creativity of the statement---that someone should buy me for what I am worth and sell me for what I think I am worth; will make a bundle. Beautifully put, even though it was hurtful.

Those of you, who are quick with the wheel on your mouse, give up right now. All the scrolling in the world won't get you the part you are looking for. It isn't in this story. Those of you, who don't appreciate the effort it takes to write a story like this one, spare yourselves the agony of reading this masterpiece. Those of you, who want to be surrounded by dick, pussy, tits, jism, cum, orgasm, etc. etc., do yourselves a favour and move on to something better, as you would see it.

This story is for the brave souls who have read the fast build-ups and fast letdowns and have outgrown that shit. They crave substance and they want to read a good story, not just a repeat of the same formula over and over. One friend of mine calls them recipes for shampooing your hair---leather, rinse, repeat. I am not a beautician, or a makeup artist. I am a writer, and proud of it.

My story is for those whose minds can grasp concepts more advanced than just animal lust. If you are such a person, then go now to read my first part of this story and don't come back until you have read each and every word of it carefully. Don't be discouraged by the digressions and sidetracks. They are the decorations on this morsel. If you are not such a person, then bye, bye.

If you are planning to stick around then I assure you that you'll laugh, you'll cry, and fun will be had by all! This story is full of love, caring, surprises, heartaches, pain, pleasure, and above all reality. It is as real as it gets!

Unfortunately, this story was also the lowest rated of all of my submissions. I am hoping that this part will do better than the last one. You can help improve things by going back to the first part and rating it high. By the way, my highest rated story is The Fortress. You can make it the highest rated story in its category, or highest rated story ever, by voting 5 on it as many times as you can. I have made you happy eight times so far, not including this one. Seven for those who didn't like the first Horsing Around, but still, you owe it to me. :-)

Now on to my story.

It all started with a 2 foot cock and a lucky mare that was on the receiving end of such a mighty and magnificent piece of meat. Then there was that bowlful of mouth-watering cum (yes, I have no choice but to use that word or you wouldn't feel as excited). Then, of course, the discussion of how we are, that is my brother and I, in a situation where animals seem to be luckier than us because they can have unprotected sex with anyone while we have to worry about all kind of germs and viruses, well, one virus in particular.

He told me that he was looking for a likeminded girl, who was keeping herself safe as well, and he wanted to hook up with such a girl. That was the only way to find a solution to the dilemma he was in. I told him that I would do the same and look for a likeminded man. Then one night, a slow flame ignited that told me that we were basically looking for each other.

One day, we both were watching TV together, when I finally got to courage to suggest to him that maybe we should help each other out.

I don't know if he even heard me because his flipping of channels continued. I expected him to react with surprise if he did hear me but he didn't react at all.

I thought of repeating my words a little loudly but lost my courage and decided to just forget the whole thing, at least for the time being.

It must have been quite a few minutes before he looked at me and said, "You can't be serious."

I waited a short while and then asked, "Well, what if I was?"

He sat up quickly. "If you were serious then I would say you were crazy."

"Why am I crazy? Doesn't it make the most sense to help each other out?"

"No, it doesn't. You are my sister. I can't...I mean we can't."

"But think Steven. Think carefully. Here we are, looking for someone who is being safe, with whom we can then hook-up for mutual satisfaction. I mean we don't have to look any further. Here we are!"

"But...we are..."

I cut him short. "You know, Steven, we are in an extraordinary situation, which calls for an unconventional solution. If you are looking for a conformist way out of it, you'll be waiting for a long, long time."

He sat there stunned and bewildered. I said to him as I got up to leave, "Well, think about it, at least. What do you have to lose?"

That's where my last story ended. If you recognized some of the words to be from the last Horsing Around, then you are my favourite person, because that means you did read the other one all the way through. Yes, I know it left you high and dry with that ending, but that's how I wanted it to end. Some of you did let me know exactly how you felt about my approach. In the e-mails that I received, I was called everything from an idiot to a moron. Okay, so there's not that much difference in between, but I did learn that some of you cared enough about the story to actually call me names because I didn't finish you off. I thank you for that kind of feedback. It made me feel good. At the same time I apologize for, say, Horsing Around, with you. LOL.

My brother didn't respond to my suggestion the way I thought he would or the way he should have, considering the specimen being presented to him. I thought he would jump on the opportunity, the opportunity to jump me. Instead he thought I was crazy. 

It didn't hit me until I hit the bed that evening as to what exactly my proposal signified. I had suggested to my brother that we should have sex together; sex, as in his penis in my pussy. Once those words and images popped into my head, I realized that I was crazy. I couldn't believe that I had actually told my brother that the two of us should have sex with each other. I was, put crudely, proposing to my brother that we should fuck each other.

What is this world coming to when the only way to have safe sex is to have it with your sibling?

Well, for me, the world had come to that, but the implications of my suggestion were enormous. No wonder he responded so negatively. The two of us had spent a quarter of a century as brother and sister and all of sudden I was telling him that we should be man and woman. I pictured him inserting his penis into my vagina and frankly the thought wasn't that exciting. I mean, my own brother, mounting me and, gasp, coming inside of me. My own brother, his dick in my belly, his balls on my ass, and his body deriving sexual---SEXUAL---pleasure from me. 

Well, yes, I was going to do the same. But with my brother!

Even then, he didn't take me up on my offer. It wasn't easy to come up with the courage to lay forward that he could lay me, but once I had presented the idea, he didn't even entertain it, let alone go through with it. I was sure that once he heard it, he would also see the logic behind it and agree with it. I mean, I had convinced myself that it was a good solution to our dilemma. He had to see it the same way and act on it the way I was going to act on it. He didn't. Instead he made it look like it was the worst thing he had ever heard. Well, that's how I saw it.

I don't know what made me feel worst, the suggestion coming from me being so inappropriate or the fact that he didn't take me up on it immediately. I mean, there I was, probably the sexiest woman in his life, and he said no. His reluctance was a no. He should have his tongue hanging out with the thought of my legs wrapped around his waist. Instead, he wanted to know if I was crazy. If anyone was crazy, it had to be him. He had won the lottery and chose to lose the ticket.

Of course, I couldn't blame him either. I guess, despite my thoughts otherwise, he never really saw me as a solution the way I had seen him. I guess, to him opposite sex only meant non-blood related women. I was not a woman to him because I am his sister and a sister is not a thing to play with, it is someone to respect, specially an older sister.

But he rejected me, even though he could do nothing else. He could have been kinder, or more political. He could have softened the blow and not made me feel as bad as I did. I felt hurt at his rejection. I was hurt because he had rejected me.

What in the world was that about?

So my brother didn't want to fuck his own sister. I should have respected him for that. Instead I was feeling hurt. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to have sex with me; it was that he didn't want me. I had never had a man not want me. There he was, the only man that I actually approached myself and he had the nerve to hesitate and say it wasn't a good idea. I was upset; first hurt upset then pissed off upset.

But I fell asleep and the whole issue faded into the night. I did wake up feeling depressed though. I don't know if I was depressed because the one opportunity that had opened up for me to be screwed---alright, made love to---turned out to be a no-go, or that the opportunity I had given him to screw me, was not taken advantage of. The melon falling on the knife, or the knife falling on the melon, I was to be screwed and he was to do the screwing. But, it didn't seem like it was going to happen when I wanted it to happen. Well, I don't know if I wanted it to happen but I had suggested that it could happen. I actually told a man that he could screw me and he didn't take me up on that. Imagine the insult.

Yes I overreacted, but it was a natural result of the guilt and shame associated with what I had said to him. I felt guilty and shameful because of his telling me in no uncertain terms that I was his sister and it was wrong of me to think otherwise. I didn't think of any shame associated with the two of us having intimate relationship. After all, we weren't going to get married, or even tell anyone about what we were doing. We were simply going to give each other a lot of pleasure during the nights, and come daytime, we would be back to our normal, siblings, selves. What harm was in that? What shame was associated with that? I am sure he must have had dreams where he did things to me, as I think, I vaguely remember that I had about him. It was going to be just a dream, a wet dream, and then we would get up, shower and come back to reality. The dream would help deal with the reality of things.

I felt some loss of my self-respect. I was depressed that I had put myself in a situation that reduced his respect for me and as a consequence, my respect for myself. Things couldn't be as hunky-dory between us as before because I had changed something in our relationship with a mere suggestion. There was no way to take my words back and there was no way to rewind the situation. The only way for me to have the same self-respect as before was to pretend like nothing had happened. I decided to dislodge the memory from my mind and think nothing of it. If there was nothing to think about then there was nothing to feel ashamed of. I went through my daily routine as if that evening never existed.

That stupid brother of mine was a step ahead of me in pretending the same. It seemed like my words were lost on him. There was no acknowledgement of my offer, of the impossibility of it, or even of it actually happening. It was as if he and I never spoke of fulfilling each other's needs. I had asked him to think about it but the impression I got was that there was nothing to think about or he wasn't thinking about anything.

Wait, isn't that what I wanted to do. Apparently we both had decided to move forward and be nonchalant about the conversation. It never happened. There was nothing to reflect back upon.

But, how the fuck could he be that nonchalant? How the fuck could he be nonchalant when I wanted to be the nonchalant one? Okay, how the fuck could he ignore what I thought was so enormous in magnitude? I mean, the least he could have said to me was that Xyster, I know you had one too many to drink last night---I don't drink, but he could have just said that and given me an honourable way out. Instead he was mum about the whole issue. 

His silence drove me crazy. 

Yes, I see the connection between his calling me crazy and my being crazy. But he had called me crazy before I actually was going crazy, so it doesn't apply. 

What could I do? I couldn't let him get away without acknowledging the suggestion and giving me a way out to save my dignity. I had to bring up the issue again.

I was in the kitchen drinking water, well, not really drinking it but sipping it. I was leaning against the sink with my butt on the edge and my left leg bent with my foot on the cabinet door. He came to the fridge to get something to snack on, as I knew he eventually would if I waited long enough. I asked him, "So, Steven, did you think about it?"

"About what...?" That was his fucking response. He not only chose to ignore our conversation but it seemed he really didn't remember it at all. That to me was even more frustrating.

"What what?" I was terse. Okay, so I didn't know when I wrote that word that "terse" could be used to describe my mood. But, I looked it up, and yes, I was terse. I was very annoyed. Then I realized that I had confused myself with my terseness, so I had to clarify myself, more to myself than to him. 

I said, "What do you mean what? You know very well, what I mean by what." Okay, so maybe I didn't clarify that well, but he got the point.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Man, was he being a dick.




Horsing Around Too



"The other night..." I gave him those fluttering eyes, "...helping each other out."

"Oh that! Now I know you are crazy."

Yes, that I was, but I was also a woman rejected. That made me a crazy woman that was rejected and I couldn't let him get away with rejecting me and then making me crazy. You see, ordinarily I am the one who is supposed to reject. I had to ask, "Why am I crazy, Steven? Tell me that." A crazy person normally doesn't know that he or she is crazy.

"Xyster, you are asking me to sleep with you, to have sex with you. I am your brother for God's sake."

So, I did get a response. He did remember the suggestion. There was some relief in hearing his words, in a weird sort of way.

"What? Don't you want to have sex?" I was not only crazy, but I was stubborn, and yes, maybe, even a little desperate.

"Yes, I do, but not with you."

That motherfucker! He did not want to have sex with me. How dare he not want to have sex with me?

Okay, so I am exaggerating a bit what my reaction was. He did have a point though. I was his sister and sex between us was not allowed. But that doesn't mean it wasn't possible. It only means it wasn't allowed. There are a lot of other things that we are not allowed to do but we do them anyways. Speeding comes to mind. Well, we could call it just that, speeding, and do some speeding. I guess I just had to make him see it that way.

Now, how is a woman to make a man want to have sex with her? 

If he is not interested, well, then she has to make him interested.

The first outfit I tried was jeans with a tight fitting, sleeveless T-shirt. With my tall height, good sized boobs, braless in this case, and my long legs, that outfit is quite an attention getter. I wore black boots, with about inch and a half high heels, as the icing on the cake so to speak. My long hair in a pony tail, hint of makeup, lips that were cherry delicious, with perfume that reminded one of heavens. 

Well, I guess I wasn't enough of a nymph in that getup to receive any special attention. 

Then I went the other way. I tried a long, sleeveless, full length, black dress with full on makeup and killer heels.

No dice.

I tried, half, halter-top dress. Nothing.

I went for the kill with my racer back vest and boxers that barely cover my special parts. He did not show any interest that could be construed sexual. 

I decided to quit while I was ahead, although what that means is beyond me at this stage. I gave up on the idea of making him interested in me. 

One evening, as had become our routine, he was flipping channels. I finished my meal, went to my room and decided to get comfortable for the evening. I was in the mood for my sweats. As I looked myself in the mirror, standing there in black, lace undies and bra, I decided to make one last ditch attempt. I walked in front of the TV, twirled around to give him a full view and asked, "Anything?"

"Nothing," was his reply.

I left, throwing my arms in the air as a gesture to indicate that I give up. I guess, even though he was not interested in what he saw, he did see all that I showed him. 

This reminds me of a joke.

There were two old men sitting in front of their old person's house when the lady from the other side of the divide, where old female persons lived, came and decided to get their attention, like the way I was doing. She put on her fine clothes and made herself up and came around flaunting. She did her dance and looked to see if there was any interest. None were to be found.

She chose a different outfit the next day, changed her hair, and tried again. Nothing. 

Everyday for almost two weeks, she tried to get them to be interested by putting different clothes and doing something different makeup-wise or hair-wise. The men paid no attention to her and seemed aloof sitting there.

She decided to hell with everything and one day she came out wearing nothing. She paraded around for their viewing and they still did not react in anyway she wanted them to. She threw her arms and left, never to try again.

One old man turns to the other and says, "Did you notice what she was wearing today?"

The other replied while squinting his eyes, "Yes, I did. Man, that dress really needed some serious ironing."

I wasn't going to go as far as the old lady, but I came close. Of course, my brother was determined to be a brother and nothing more. I accepted defeat and felt somewhat relieved that silliness for me was over. I could go back to my usual humdrum life. 

I donned myself with my baggy sweats and came back to watch TV. I even sat on the other side of the sofa so as not to create any closeness. I was done. No longer was I suggesting what I had suggested, not even in my body language.

As we sat there quietly, he, flipping through the channels and I, working on my nails, I noticed a fleeting glance coming from his side. No biggie. We continued our dull routine.

Then it happened again. He held his look, long enough to be noticeable. I let him look but soon I had to turn towards him in case he wanted to say something. As I turned my head slowly towards him, he moved his attention to the TV again.

The next gaze made my head turn quickly. He didn't turn away and kept looking, more like staring, at me.

"What...?" I asked as if there was something wrong.

He looked for a while before saying, "You look hot."

"What!" I exclaimed. "In this...?" I pointed to my baggy sweats.

"Well, yeah."

I went back to my nails. I was aware of his look continuing to stay on me and I started to feel a little uncomfortable---hot under the collar. Heck I was starting to sweat in my sweats!

I gave him that special look that I have known to work on every man. I looked through the corners of my eyes with a sly smile on the corners of my lips and asked, "Yes, can I help you?"

He smiled back at me with that empty look in his eyes that men get when the blood drains from their heads and makes its way to the other head. "You are really hot!"

"Does this mean...?"

"Yes, that's exactly what it means."

It was panic time. I didn't know what to do next but something needed to be done. He was in the mood. I could see it in his face as the colour had drained from there as well. He was losing all the blood that apparently was needed elsewhere. 

"So, what do you want us to do?"

"Let's horse around."

"You mean...?" I pointed towards the TV in an apparent reference to what had started all this. I guess he wanted to act out our favourite scene.

"Neighhhhhhhhh!" He answered.

"Oooohhhhhh! Finally!" I exclaimed as I clapped my hands with joy.

He whinnied and snorted with excitement like the hero of our movie. I held my sweatshirt with my fingers and asked, "With or without?"

"Without."

I jumped off the sofa and quickly undressed. The carpet in the living room was plush so I didn't need to worry about the hard floor. Once my clothes were removed, I got on all fours and started frolicking around like I was the mare, grazing in the fields.

I could hear him taking his clothes off and moving the coffee table out of the way. Like the mare, I was aware of his presence and his pressing need, but I had to continue with my grazing until such time as it was disturbed. I moved around, almost trying to avoid him. I nuzzled at a few places and turned my back away from him.

He was also on all fours and followed me around like the stud in the movie. He trotted towards me and caught up. I paused in my place to see what he would do. 

He placed his nose between my thighs and sniffed. Then he lifted his face upwards and whinnied. I moved away. 

He followed and sniffed again. He whinnied again and I moved again.

He had to stop me from moving away, so he put his one hand on the side of my waist and held me this time as he sniffed between my legs. He was snorting, so I could feel his breath on my genitals.

I was starting to feel warm. The game was heating up for me as well. He was sniffing my pussy, and that was quite erotic as I understood that to be the prelude to the ultimate mounting. There was only one problem, though. I knew how he had made me suffer while trying to get him to where he was. He had rejected me and made me feel shame and guilt. I wanted to do something in return, just to get even.

He licked my buttock. I moved forward. He reached with both hands and grabbed me from my sides to keep me in place. I stopped.

He licked my buttock again and then the other one. Then he placed his tongue at the edge of my butt crack and drew a line from the beginning of my vertical smile to the middle of my back. Sweet tingles ran through my body. In the process he moved forward and got up a little to bring his fully erect dick in line with my, by now, dripping wet cunt.

He was getting ready to charge, I surmised. I opened my legs a little, bent my head down and looked through my legs at the charging body. I saw his thighs and followed them to a sight I had never before seen or had even expected to see. It was something that I only read about but wasn't sure it actually existed in the shape and form that I was seeing it in.

I got up quickly to a sitting position, shock and awe clearly visible on my eyes. Before he could utter anything, I had turned around and was holding his piece in my hands. I looked at his face with incredulity.

"Something the matter?" He asked as he looked at my hands holding his penis, firmly and strongly.

"Mushroom head!" I exclaimed. "I read about it in Cosmo. I even saw a drawing of it, but I didn't know something like that was real."

He grinned as I turned my eyes to his penis. An average size stalk was supporting a thick, wide, mushroom like head. The actual head was thick around the band, almost one centimetre in girth. If I use my Graphic Art terms, the circle that his head made was drawn with a 24 point border thickness, as opposed to may be 4 to 6 point thickness on normal penises. The head curved down into what can crudely be a cobra head, sort of, with one eye at the end like the mouth of the snake. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and held the top of my fist against that umbrella. It was spilling from the edges of my grip.

It was also leaking. I sensed the urgency of his need---how's that for an expression---and turned back to assume my position.

I lowered my head and raised my butt. He moved forward with his penis pointing at a 45 degree angle, which I believe is the optimum angle, if I remember correctly from my physics class, to achieve maximum distance with a given amount of force.

For that penis to penetrate me, my pussy hole had to be perpendicular---perpenDICKular, ha ha ha, get it---to his head. It occurred to me then that if I changed my position just a little, he would miss the mark---the bulls eye---imagine that reference for pussy hole---and I would get to frustrate him a little. I would be playing the role of an unwilling mare and he would get some taste of his own medicine.

He held my hips and positioned himself approximately for entry. Then he pushed forward slowly. His cock touched my pussy lips and parted them to make it to my hole. Just about then, I squirmed and changed a little the angle at which my hole was positioned. His dick rubbed across the length of my pussy, pressed on my clit and then jabbed me in the stomach.

"Ouch. I mean ohhhch!" I said, laughing a little. The thick head rubbing on the inside of my pussy lips was very sensuous and pleasurable. When it pressed on my clit, I even felt bad for not letting him pleasure me as I could sense he was capable of doing.

He pulled back. The force of his thrust had pushed me forward a little, but only the part of body that was in the air. The rest stayed put.

His grip on my hips was firm as he lined himself up again. He planned to aim a little higher this time to avoid missing the mark. When he proceeded with his approach, I shifted in the other direction. His cock rubbed against my pussy but got pushed back and upward. His force behind his shaft pressed into the area just below my pussy and he basically lifted my butt and my knees of the ground.

I think he knew at that time that I was trying to make him miss on purpose. He didn't charge this time. He felt around with his penis for the hole and once he located it, he held his cock in position. His cock was pressing on my hole. That big head was imposing, to say the least, and very fulfilling, if you know what I mean. I could just imagine it rubbing against the walls of my vagina from all directions.

He waited to see if I would move again and when I didn't, he grabbed my hips and pushed. I lifted my body up just in time to have his cock slide on the surface instead of going in and make its way to my bellybutton, on the outside of my belly.

I was laughing under my breath. He got up and said, "I'll be right back" and disappeared somewhere towards the bedrooms. I couldn't figure out what made him go, but I waited while still keeping my position. I knew I had enough of fooling around and I was ready to get to being nailed.

When he came back, my butt was in the air, my chin was resting on my hands folded in front of my face, and I was relaxed for his dick to enter my pussy. Only he didn't know that I was ready.

He didn't kneel; instead he placed his feet on the side of my calves and turned his heels to lock my legs between them. He lowered his body until his cock was at level with my hole and locked his thighs around my hips. He grabbed my shoulders and gripped them firmly. His elbows pressed down on my back as his hands pulled me backwards toward his body. He basically locked me into position. I knew he meant business this time because I could feel the raw energy of his muscles all over my body. 

Once I was held securely, he moved forward with that giant headed piece of meat and touched me with the tip. A cold shiver ran up my spine as I felt something wet and sticky touch my hole. It was something on the tip of his penis, which I guess he must have applied when he went to his room. It wasn't a condom, so it must have been some kind of lubricant---lubriCUNT---ha, ha, get it.

Then a cold chill of fear ran up my spine as I realized that the hole his dick was knocking at was my asshole.

I felt a thick layer of Vaseline spread over and around my anus as his cock pressed into it. He must have doused his head with the lubricant because it seemed to be preceding his penis almost like pre-come precedes the sperm.

This reminds me of another joke. 

This guy was asking this girl relentlessly, until one day she gave in and said, "Come, pick me up at 7:00. I'll go out with you."

Promptly at seven, the eager man rings the doorbell. The girl comes out but she is not yet dressed and ready to go. Instead she is still wrapped in her towel. She apologizes to him as she asks him to come in. She explains to him that she is not ready yet, so he should sit in the living room where her parents are also sitting. She takes him there and says, "I must tell you. My mom and dad, both are deaf and mute. Just hang around. I'll be right down."

The nervous man sits on a sofa with both parents giving him the eye every now and then. Since they are both mute, they don't say anything to him. Since they both are deaf, he can't say anything to them either. Mother is busy knitting while father is busy watching TV. The silence is deafening because even the TV is on mute. What's the use, they must have figured.

A minute passes, two minutes pass, five minute pass after what looks like a week. The nervous man is getting even more nervous as the mother gives him the eye every now and then. The father also gives him a look but only when the commercials come.

After long ten minutes or so, the mother puts the knitting needles down, takes a glass of water and goes toward the girl's father. Once in front of him, she bends forward, lifts her skirt and pours the water down her butt. When the father sees this, he jumps off of the chair, bends the woman over the sofa and has his way with her. After he is done, he zips up and goes back to his chair, picks up a book of matches from the side table, takes a match out and holds it in front of his eye.

Our hero was shocked. He wasn't sure what had happened but he knew that whatever it was, shouldn't have happened. He was stunned.

The date doesn't go that well for him, or for her. When he brought the girl back home, she asked him, "What's the matter? You were so anxious to go out with me, but once I agreed, you've been behaving like someone died in your family."

He said, "I am sorry, but something happened and I don't know how to talk to you about it."

She leaned forward, kissed him, and said, "Just tell me, whatever it is."

He relayed the story to her. She was laughing by the time he finished. She asked, "Is that what's been bugging you all this time?"

"Yes, I didn't know what to make of it."

"Well, make nothing of it. My mother was simply asking my father: Aren't you going to offer this asshole something to drink? To which, my father replied: Fuck him, I am watching the match."

So, there I was, locked from all sides with his huge head pressed against my anus. With all that Vaseline covering his prick and now spreading over and in my hole, I couldn't keep his cock from entering my butt.

I have talked about anal sex in my last story (if you say, you have? I'll just scream), and I gave the impression that I have been sexed anally, but that's not true. I only spoke of it as a possibility and what it would do to me. I have never actually had anal sex and from the look of things, I was about to be impaled where the sun don't shine. 

I didn't want to be impaled there, so I clenched my butt cheeks together to close the hole and keep him from getting in. 

Again, remembering my physics class, the force I was applying with my butt muscles to close my hole was not enough to counter the force that his butt muscles were applying to his penis. It was like a hammer hitting the head of a nail and apparently, with that much Vaseline around that area, my ass was like a soft wood. My asshole had no choice but to relent as his penis slowly and steadily started to stretch it out.

I moved my ass sideways and up and down to change the angle of his entry. His elbows and arms kept me from moving up. My own knees kept me from going down. His thighs kept me from moving sideways and his hands kept me from moving forward as his penis pushed in from the back, thus making the move backwards nothing short of a big mistake.

I lowered and raised the upper part of my body, only to expedite the entry, as it provided enough resistance to his penis to open my anus. I could feel my skin expanding and stretching. We all know that anus has enough elasticity to stretch quite a bit, so far so good. Only his head needed stretching beyond that limit. His rubbery, spongy skin was able to compress and mould to my hole's characteristics---how about that reference---but all that blood in his vessels was pushing it outward, expanding it beyond the rim of my asshole.

I felt my ass reach the edge of its expansion and the whole skin of the hole became quite taut. I felt his penis making its way inward, slowly, burrowing through my backside with the force of---well, what else---one horsepower. My anus stretched to maximum but the head wasn't yet in. I felt micro tears developing as it cracked to allow more expansion, but that could only go so far. The hole held and his penis then contorted against the force. Lucky for him, it could do that. Unlucky for me that it could do that, because that meant he was going to get in, whether I liked it or not.

Did you hear the one about a group of sperm cells bragging to each other as to who was going to be the first to reach that egg once they were released? One says I'll be the one, the other says, no, I'll be the one. They were arguing like this for a while as the tension built. One body builder sperm cell said that they were all going to eat his dust. Once released, he was going to swim so fast, he would leave everyone behind. No one would even have the chance. All went quiet because they could see that he was very able and motivated (motilated, no).




Horsing Around Too



The pressure built and suddenly they were thrust into the fray. Each one swam like hell. The body builder was going faster than all of them, cutting through the crowd, pushing, shoving, and moving everything and everyone out of his way. He swam so fast that soon the others couldn't even see him. He was that far ahead. The rest swam even though they knew that the game was over before it had even begun.

Suddenly they all saw the body builder sperm cell swimming back even at a faster speed than when he swam forward. As he came closer, they heard him yelling, "Go back. Go back. We are in the wrong hole."

My stomach was in knots as I imagined him ripping me apart in the middle. I could feel that the only way for him to get in was for my body to split open, not just stretch open. He pushed; I resisted. There was pain; there was struggle. He whinnied. I screamed. He pushed. He shoved. Just when I thought I was about to crack---in my CRACK---get it; I felt this tremendous relief as the skin of my anus actually started to shrivel. His huge head was in my anus. His cock was finally in my rectum. My anus was coming back to within its limit. I felt a big sigh escape from my lungs as the tragedy of having myself cut in half was avoided.

He also relaxed once the head was in and then he eased the pressure on my sides and shoulders. He actually put his knees on the ground and pushed his penis further in a millimetre at a time. The relief I had felt was short lived as I realized that he was travelling through uncharted territory and I didn't know if my system could take the intrusion. I was finally able to move my body to change the angle of entry, which I did. First I moved my ass sideways and then up and down. Then this mare started to buck.

"What are you doing?" He had the audacity to ask. I realized that my moving and bucking wasn't really doing anything other than to shake his penis up and down or sideways. It was in and I couldn't make it get out without his cooperation.

I replied, "It feels weird."

"Do you want me to take it out?"

"Yes, please, and hurry."

"I will if you first relax. The weirdness will go away."

"No it won't. Take it out, quickly."

"I will, only when you relax." He threatened and I knew full well that I had no choice but to relax.

Once he saw me so relaxed, just holding my pose without moving my ass in any direction, he pulled it backwards a little. Then he stopped just to test me. I was holding my position.

He pulled it out ever so slowly that it was sheer torture. My skin was paining a little but ton of Vaseline covering it was also soothing, so it was sort of sweet and sour pain. He pulled it out as I felt his cock sliding out of my rectum. I could feel the head inside my belly against the lining of my digestive tract as it plunger-ed its way out. 

I felt it come to the edge where my anus was. Suddenly the realization that he was about to stretch my skin beyond reason yet once more made me tense up.

He pulled but my hole didn't cooperate. He pulled again before he said, "I think it's stuck."

Now I know I am a bitch at times, but we weren't dogs for God's sake. How the hell could he be stuck inside of me? I said, "Try harder." He did. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and pushed me away as he pulled his cock in the other direction. My hole just wouldn't stretch, too afraid of the pain and the damage it may cause.

"It is not coming out. I am going to have to stay in until I come and I am done."

I saw the wisdom in that. He had worked his way so far, he might as well finish at least his thing. Me, I couldn't get any pleasure in the sexual sense of things from that hole.

So I braced myself for the pushing and pulling as he pushed his penis back in. Then he pulled it as far out as it would go. Then back in. Back. In. Back. In.

At this stage I was just trying to relax while waiting for him to ejaculate so his cock would soften and come out easily without causing any undue pain to me. There was slight pain still; more like an irritation, but it was bearable. I put my head on the carpet, closed my eyes and let him have a go at me.

With my eyes closed, I could concentrate more on what was happening to me. I could feel the sensations, good, bad, weird, all and analyze them while he was gently moving in and back. He was gentle though. Very gentle. Specially when I compared his movements to the force he had used to conquer my backside. My shock had turned into awe. This must have been what Rumsfeld meant by his shock and awe strategy that he used to fuck Iraq in the ass.

I concentrated on his penis moving back and forth in my rectum and on what it felt like. I want to share with you exactly what his penis felt like as it moved in my ass; exactly what was in my mind as he pushed it forward and pulled it back.

As he pulled it back, I felt like there was this huge, hard, round, big piece of turd making its way out of my stomach. 

Yes, that is what it felt like. You know the kind where you haven't gone to the bathroom for so long that your lower intestine starts to remove water from the deposits there (yes, I know biology as well.) The deposits then harden and when you finally make it to the toilet and try to get it out, it is this huge, hard, round, big piece of dick that has to come out of your anus.

As it makes its way down, you can feel the relief just around the corner. You push with all your might to excrete it so you could feel that relief. Only in this case, as the turd made it to the edge of my digestive tract and the final expulsion was just about to take place, no matter how hard I pushed, that piece of turd started moving back up to where it had started. So, the way I felt was like I was trying to get rid of this turd and we were going through a sort of tug of war, or arm wrestling, where I would push it so far before it would push itself back up, and then I would push it down and it would go up.

I could feel stuff leaking out, which may or may not have been the excess Vaseline. Good thing I hadn't eaten eggs for a few days or I would have known for sure whether it was or was not Vaseline.

My brother kept moving back and forth at a moderate pace. I knew from my experience with other men that he would come very soon. You know the way most of you do when you are near a woman. I know of one guy who was so quick he came as soon as his penis touched my pussy lips. He didn't even need to enter to ejaculate. You can't even call it premature because premature means before its time. That one wasted no time in coming. He was coming as he was taking his pants off. It was pre-undress ejaculation. 

My brother kept moving his cock inside my rectum---okay, I know I have used the word rectum once too often, but what else can I call it. The Thesaurus doesn't help much; all I found was intestines, colon, and insides. It is not very exciting to use one of those words, so rectum it is and rectum it shall be!

Any minute now, I kept saying to myself. He kept moving in and back.

I looked at the time on the VCR and could time his orgasm to the minute. One, two, five, minutes passed. I looked back over my shoulder and asked him, "Aren't you coming yet?"

"No, not yet." He was perspiring from the exertion, but he kept going.

Seven, ten, twelve minutes passed. I asked again, "Aren't you coming yet?"

"Not yet."

Fifteen minutes. His answer, "Not yet."

Seventeen minutes. His answer, "Not yet."

"What the hell is wrong Steven? Why aren't you coming yet?"

"I don't know." He was genuinely surprised at his, lack of ejaculation, heh heh.

Eighteen. "Are you there yet?"

Ninteen. "Are you there yet?"

Twenty-two. "Are you there yet?"

I gave up. I was getting tired of looking at the time. I looked around to see what was in the vicinity. I found the TV guide within reach. Well, I had to move forward a little and he rode me as I reached for it.

Wouldn't you know it? My movement made him slip out. I guess my muscles had relaxed enough to let him out. He screamed, "No, no. Not yet," and shoved his cock back in.

As I was flipping through the magazine, I realized after a while that he had slowed down. I didn't think much of it. I figured I'll just wait for his ejaculation. I kept looking through the magazine. 

Then he stopped. I looked once over my shoulder and saw him wiping ton of perspiration off his face. He was drenched in sweat. His hair were so wet they had formed a weird style of their own.

I got into this one article and was so lost in reading that I didn't realize what exactly he was doing to me. I felt my body jerk once. I ignored it as I felt his penis go out and then come back in. It jerked again and I felt his hands push me away. I turned to look over my shoulder; he was positioning himself to repeat whatever the heck he was doing. I just watched.

He was back on his feet but didn't lock me in. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed himself in my ass as far as he could go, which felt quite far as I almost felt like coughing with pressure on my diaphragm. Then he moved his hands to my sides and grabbed me firmly. I watched in amazement as he pulled his cock out of my ass with lighting speed. Then he went back in again, and tried the lightening speed pulling out again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I am trying to see if I can make a popping sound." He said as he inserted it back in.

I rolled the magazine up and turned around to hit him. He pulled himself to the other side. I turned the other way to hit him from that side. He pulled the other way. During this, my trying to hit him and his moving to the other side, my butt pointed in one direction pushing his cock with it that way and then to the other side.

"That's it. Do that again."

I tried to do it again, only this time it was just the moves.

"Yes, that's it. Keep doing it."

I placed my hands on the ground, lifted my ankles a little up in the air and started to rotate on my knees, pushing my ass 45 degrees to the right then to the left.

"Yes, yes. That's it Xyster."

I kept moving.

"Yes, oh yes, yes." Then, "Oh God, yes. You are doing it. It is happening."

After a few more movements, he went berserk, and I mean berserk. He was holding my hips and practically shoving his whole self in. I could see the energy building up and the force in his thrusts increased, as did the speed, almost to a violent point. His thighs were banging into the back of my thighs so hard, I could just feel them getting red. 

"Yes, yes." He was screaming, as I held myself from falling forward.

"Yes, yes, Ohhh Yesssss." I was having trouble keeping my position against that onslaught.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. I made a humming sound which was periodically broken by his thrusts and sounded more like the throttling of a car having engine problems.

Soon he was back on his feet and I felt like he was trying to push himself inside of me. His whole body was rippling with all the energy the ATP in his system could produce. He was moving in and out so fast that I could feel my asshole getting hot. I understood, then what they mean by burning smell of Vaseline, because his shaft was producing so much friction heat, we could start a forest fire with it. I expected flames to start coming out of my anus any second. Imagine, Xyster flambé.

Eventually, he thrust and then held himself hard against me. He thrust again and held himself again. After a few thrusts and holding like that, he started convulsing. He was moving but in short strokes and his sounds were just, "ye, ye, ye, y, y, y,y,yyyyyy." Whatever the hell that sounds like to you when you read it.

Then he started erupting. His sperm started to hit the walls of my---rectum---I promise that will be the last time I use that word. He shook violently as his shaking transferred to my body and I could feel the tremors. That was the hardest I have ever seen a man come. After thirty-seven minutes of pounding me to dust, he finally liquefied inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me as I fell forward under his weight, thankful that it was over. My buttocks pushed his thighs back far enough that his penis came all the way out. He rolled off of me trying to catch his breath as I lay there, squeezing my butt muscles to reduce the throbbing my asshole was feeling after being treated like a rubber band for so long. I think he had opened my asshole so wide that it had lost all flexibility and could no longer get back to its original size. I actually felt a draft coming into my rectum---okay, so I lied. I had to use that fucking word again. What can I do?

I was afraid to get up as I thought my insides---happy now---would just fall out through the giant hole he had drilled in my butt. He got up and went to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. He had to replenish all those electrolytes and all the water he had lost.

He then went to the bathroom and came back after washing himself thoroughly in the shower. He came back with some wet wipes. As he started to wipe my ass clean, the cocky bastard said, "It looks like I fucked the shit out of you sis." (Note: those of you who complained that I left them hanging at the end of my story Honest Mistake, well, I just made up for that. :-) )

I couldn't even turn over to kick him. That's how spent I felt even though he was the one who had spent himself into me. I mumbled, "You owe me big, Steven."

"Yes, and I don't know if you can take my payback." 

Well, at least this was the beginning of one hell of a union. Imagine what a normal fuck with my brother turned out like. Just imagine.

I'll talk more in the future, or maybe I won't. You'll just have to wait. If you can't wait, well, to hell with you, I don't need you.

Before you go, I have one more joke for you.

Mother Superior is asking the Sunday school students to tell her which body part goes to heaven first and explain why.

Mary raised her hand and said, "It has to be our heads."

Mother Superior asked, "Good answer, but why do you say so?"

Mary said, "Our heads are closest to heavens as we walk or stand or sit, so they must be the first to go to heaven."

Mother Superior applauded her and said, "Good answer. Very good explanation. Anyone else."

Little Mikey raised his hand and said, "It is our hands."

"Why do you say so, Little Mikey?" Asked Mother Superior.

"Because we pray using our hands; we hold the Bible in our hands; and so on."

"Very good," Said Mother Superior.

A voice from the back of the class came, "Those are all stupid answers. I know for a fact that it is our feet that go to heaven first."

Mother Superior was dumbfounded. She said, "Good heavens child, our feet?! What on earth makes you so sure?"

"Well," Said Little John. "Last night I was passing by my parent's room. My mother's feet were in the air pointing to the heavens and she was screaming, 'Oh God! I am coming!!!'"