Subject: IMMIGRATION
Check Urban Legends: this is true: http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/borderpatrol.asp
This is the actual letter written by retired U.S. Border Patrol agent David J. Stoddard to Senator Bill Frist. Mr. Stoddard is a resident of Cochise County, Arizona. He served as a soldier in the U.S. Army for 3 years and then as U.S. Border Patrol Agent for 27 years.
Dear Senator Frist:There is a huge amount of propaganda and myths circulating about illegal aliens, particularly illegal Mexican, Salvadorian, Guatemalan and Honduran aliens.
1. Illegal aliens generally do NOT want U.S. citizenship. Americans are very vain thinking that everybody in the world wants to be a U.S. citizen. Mexicans, and other nationalities want to remain citizens of their home countries while obtaining the benefits offered by the United States such as employment, medical care, in-state tuition, government subsidized housing and free education for their offspring. Their main attraction is employment and their loyalty usually remains at home. They want benefits earned and subsidized by middle class Americans. What illegal aliens want are benefits of American residence without paying the price.
2. There are no jobs that Americans won't do. Illegal aliens are doing jobs that Americans can't take and still support their families. Illegal aliens take low wage jobs, live dozens in a single residence home, share expenses and send money to their home country. There are no jobs that Americans won't do for a decent wage.
3. Every person who illegally entered this nation left a home. They are NOT homeless and they are NOT Americans. Some left jobs in their home countries. They come to send money to their real home as evidenced by the more than 20 billion dollars sent out of the country each year by illegal aliens. These illegal aliens knowingly and willfully entered this nation in violation of the law and therefore assumed the risk of detection and deportation. Those who brought their alien children assumed the responsibility and risk on behalf of their children.
4. Illegal aliens are NOT critical to the economy. Illegal aliens constitute less than 5% of the workforce. However, they reduce wages and benefits for lawful U.S. residents.
5. This is NOT an immigrant nation. There are 280 million native born Americans. While it is true that this nation was settled and founded by immigrants (legal immigrants), it is also true that there is not a nation on this planet that was not settled by immigrants at one time or another.
6. The United States is welcoming to legal immigrants. Illegal aliens are not immigrants by definition. The U.S. accepts more lawful immigrants every year than the rest of the world combined.
7. There is no such thing as the "Hispanic vote". Hispanics are white, brown, black and every shade in between. Hispanics are Republicans, Democrats, Anarchists, Communists,Marxists and Independents. The so-called "Hispanic vote" is a myth. Pandering to illegal aliens to get the Hispanic vote is a dead end.
8. Mexico is NOT a friend of the United States. Since 1848 Mexicans have resented the United States. During World War I Mexico allowed German Spies to operate freely in Mexico to spy on the U.S. During World War II Mexico allowed the Axis powers to spy on the U.S. from Mexico. During the Cold War Mexico allowed spies hostile to the U.S. to operate freely. The attack on the Twin Towers in 2001 was cheered and applauded all across Mexico. Today Mexican school children are taught that the U.S. stole California, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas. If you don't believe it, check out some Mexicantextbooks written for their schoolchildren.
9. Although some illegal aliens enter this country for a better life, there are 6 billion people on this planet. At least 1 billion of those live on less than one dollar a day. If wanting a better life is a valid excuse to break the law and sneak into America, then let's allow those one billion to come to America and we'll turn the USA into a Third World nation overnight. Besides, there are 280 million Native-born Americans who want a better life. I'll bet Bill Gates and Donald Trump want a better life. When will the USA lifeboat be full? Since when is wanting a better life a good reason to trash anothernation?
10. There is a labor shortage in this country. This is a lie. There are hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of American housewives, senior citizens, students, unemployed and underemployed who would gladly take jobs at a decent wage.
11. It is racist to want secure borders. What is racist about wanting secure borders and a secure America? What is racist about not wanting people to sneak into America andsteal benefits we have set aside for legal aliens, senior citizens, children and other legal residents? What is it about race that entitles people to violate our laws, steal identities, and take the American Dream without paying the price?
For about four decades American politicians have refused to secure our borders and look after the welfare of middle class Americans. These politicians have been of both parties. A huge debt to American society has resulted. This debt will be satisfied and the interestwill be high. There has already been riots in the streets by illegal aliens and their supporters. There will be more.
You, as a politician, have a choice to offend the illegal aliens who have stolen into this country and demanded the rights afforded to U.S.citizens - or to offend those of us who are stakeholders in this country. The interest will be steep either way. There will be civil unrest. There will be a reckoning. Do you have the courage to do what is right for America? Or, will you bow to the wants and needs ofthose who don't even have the right to remain here?
There will be a reckoning. It will come in November of this year, again in 2008 and yet again in 2010. We will not allow America to be stolen by third world agitators and thieves.
David J. Stoddard
U.S. Border Patrol (RET)
Hereford, Arizona
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Schlongue Part Twenty One
“Honey, that little procedure on your schlongue will help millions of men all over the world. You just got the latest medical implant for early-ejaculators and impotent men. Your little experiment is one of the final steps in getting the unit approved. I own about half of the stock in that company, and with your successful implant we are going public in the next couple of months. Honey, I’ll be rich beyond all measure. I’ll be able to afford to buy a jet to take us wherever and whenever I want us to go! Vacations whenever I am feeling stressed! Yes!” She waves her hands in the air in a victory cheer.
Well, maybe this isn’t too bad then?
“You will be my demonstrator as we go from city to city demonstrating the technology. You’ll be on stage to demonstrate the ability to obtain instant erections for all of those frustrated wives and husbands needing these devices. We have to figure out how to adequately demonstrate the ejaculation control device. Any ideas?”
What! I am going to be on stage demonstrating this stuff? I’m going to be the only naked person in a huge room full of people? Oh Shit!
On the other hand, she needs my cock now, on me and working. Maybe I can relax a bit about having her serve it for dinner.
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French food on this our last honeymoon evening. Nice restaurant. Great service. My wife strikes up a conversation with a woman accompanied by two men sitting next to us. They all have French accents. She invites them back to the hotel for drinks. The woman keeps staring at my crotch as though she is thinking about investigating the strange lump there. My crotch does look a little strange when John is tied back under and hooked to my belt. The bulge appears abnormal.
When we arrive back at the suite, my wife asks if they want to get more comfortable and head down onto the beach to watch the sunset.
They are all amenable, and within minutes we are all headed for the beach. My wife of course had put the leash on Big John. I follow at my two foot following distance. The woman and one of the men walked beside me, the other man beside my wife. Both the woman and the man beside me keep looking at John out of the corner of their eyes.
My sidekick’s cock is a shorty, perhaps five inches. But then it’s hard to tell how long they will be when it blossoms to real manhood. The woman has a pleasing body. Small, even tiny, breasts, large pointy nipples, and a well proportioned heart shaped French butt. The man beside my wife walks with his pelvis strutted forward, as though trying to make his cock look bigger. It looks like it is maybe seven inches max as it bobs along.
We sit at the rail of the bar above the pool and order wine. The woman’s hand is on my knee within a couple of minutes. Seven’s hand is on my wife’s thigh in about the same amount of time. She smiles encouragement to him and to the woman. I can see where this is headed already! Five puts his hand on my leg. My wife gives him an even bigger smile and raises her eyebrows at him to emphasize that she is encouraging him to proceed. He starts to get hard as we sit there.
I start to realize what my wife is going to want me to do tonight.
His five suddenly turns into eight, and it is pretty thick, wobbling in the slight evening breeze.
My wife begins to gently probe into the trio’s relationship. They admit over the next few drinks that they are all bi-sexual. My wife’s nipples harden, I notice her walnut flower begins to blossom. I can see her wetness glistening around the thin, widening line between her little lips already. It won’t be long before I have to suck cock again, I can tell. Her hand lightly strokes Seven’s leg, circling closer and closer to his penis as she slowly weaves her web.
Tiny leans back and allows her legs to spread slightly, offering both me and my wife a view of her womanhood. She is also already glistening in the full moonlight. She stretches, and spreads her legs completely. I catch a glimpse of her unshaven French armpits. Seven drops his hand nonchalantly onto her pubic hair. His middle finger diddles her briefly as she sucks in her breath.
My wife suggests we return to the suite and continue our game. I’d prefer to stay here where I don’t have to suck cock, but nobody asks me.
Tiny takes my leash and leads me toward the hotel door. My wife and the two men saunter along ahead of us. I notice they both have their hands cupped under her ass as they walk along.
Tiny strokes the sides of my cock in the elevator. Several other people are on the elevator ride up with us. I see my wife fiddling with the fob that controls my erection, looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a shit-eating grin on her face. I see her thumb tighten on the button. I feel that small electrical tickle at the base of my cock, and boing, the lady in front of me has a cock poking between her legs, lifting her dress. She screams, jumps forward into the elevator door, bounces off, and whirls around. Whack! She looks at my cock pointing at my chin, having just snapped vertically, smacking into my stomach. Her eyes are bugging out and her mouth and pussy are covered with her hands to protect herself from entrance by my pillar.
“Oh my God!, look at that thing!” she screams, pointing at it as she grabs her husband’s arm, backing away into the elevator door. Her eyes are the size of pie tins, starring at poor defenseless John with utter contempt. I actually think she thought John was a large snake at first.
My wife is trying her best to smother her laughter, and Tiny, Five and Seven are both roaring while staring at my erection with wide unbelieving eyes.
“Holy Shit, man!” says the scared lady’s husband. “How do you get that into a cunt?”
“Honey!” the startled defensive woman slaps her husband on the arm.
The elevator doors open and we all exit onto our floor.
The upset wife and her inquisitive husband turn right as we turn left.
We barely make it into our room before they all burst out laughing, holding their stomachs, rolling on the couch, chairs, and floor, pointing at my cock with one hand, holding their stomachs with the other.
“Oh, God! I thought that woman was going to shit her britches when she felt that monster gooch her ass!” My wife knows those words after all!
I am so happy to be their entertainment for the evening.
After they regain their composure, all four come over to examine my erect monster. Both men and Tiny stroke it with their hands and eyes.
“Theer ees no vay sat sing vill feet into mee.” Tiny declares. “Vat are ze boomps on zat schlonguay for?”
“Stimulation.” My wife replies. “Wait until you rub yourself up and down on them. You won’t believe the additional sensation. Here,” she pushes John to horizontal “Slip your leg over it and rub yourself against them.”
Tiny looks skeptically at her male companions and then shrugs, “Oui!”
Her legs straddles my cock shaft as she faces me. She begins to rub herself back and forth along my shaft. She lowers her hand to her small lips and she spreads herself, shivering a little at her own touch. With eyes closed she moves her hips allowing her growing clitoris to bump along the nodules. I can see her nostrils flare as she rubs back and forth.
“Ohwhu! Mon Dieu! Zat feels zo guud.” Her eyes close and her head tilts back. Her breathing rate accelerates as she increases the rate at which she is rubbing up and down my shaft. Her small cherry colored nipples harden and grow into small berries ripe for plucking. Her hips begin to jerk forward and aft in rapid fashion. Her back arches. “OHHHH Mon DIEU! I em go-ink to cooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm!” she screams as she loses control. Placing her hands under my shaft, she forces her cunt against me, jerking spasmodically, totally out of control.
Her male companions reach out to stabilize her as she wobbles on my cock. She slumps over. They half carry, half drag her to the bed where she lies, her slim hips still periodically jerking up and down.
“Well! that was unexpected!” observes my wife. “I wonder whether that is a normal side effect of the nodules? I’ll have to record that in my notes. Darn! I didn’t have the cameras running!”
Seven and Five both fan Tiny’s face waiting to see if she is OK. She slowly opens her eyes, a far away dreamy look on her face. “Mon Dieu! Zat vas ze mos incredeeble orga-some I have efer have!” She closes her eyes again to savor the memory. Her breathing rate slowly returns to normal. Seven and Five stand up and stare at Big John with bewildered eyes.
“I hev nev-err see her cum zat queeckly. I mus usua-lee have to do her vis my mout, ora-lee for one haf ze hour” Seven says as he point to his watch and moves his finger halfway around the dial.
Five walks to my side. He touches one nodule with his forefinger, holding it there for a bit.
He looks at my fascinated wife and asks, “May I awso ex-spearianssse theese?”
My wife, ever the researcher, nods vigorously as her eyes widen with the implications.
Five moves around to my front, pulls Big John down and moves onto me like a child getting on a teeter-totter. His small ball sack is resting on my shaft. I can feel his puckery hole on my cock skin as he squats slightly, pushing John down under him a bit. He pushes his stiff cock down with his left hand allowing it to caress my shaft top. Slowly he begins to thrust back and forth, as if he were inside a woman.
Within seconds he is groaning. I begin to wonder if the surgery really has affects on a male’s sex organs.
He begins thrusting back and forth vigorously. His nipples harden. Never seen that in a man before!
In thirty seconds his head tilts back (what is with the head tilting back and French people?) and he shoots his white gooey cum all over my pelvic area and shaft. His expulsion of cum is forceful. I can feel it smack into me as it explodes from his cock head.
His friend holds him up so that he doesn’t fall over. He gets dragged to the bed and laid next to Tiny. Cord wood stacking up. Tiny is asleep, breathing rhythmically.
Without asking, Seven steps forward and mounts me. He reaches up and uses my shoulders to stabilize himself. Only his balls are riding on my skin. In under a minute he also coats me with his sperm, ribbons of cum hanging from my pectorals and abs. I am the only one left standing, so I add his body to the stack of cord wood. They are all still out and breathing softly, lying in a row.
My wife is standing there staring at my crotch. After a few minutes she reaches for the fob and he lowers to his resting position.
“Clean yourself up, honey, and let’s get to bed. We have an early flight back tomorrow, honey.”
Her head is thinking about what she has just witnessed. Her brow is furrowed in thought.
“You can sleep on the floor babe, lets use the guest room, since this bed is now full of people. Cover then up after you remove their footwear babe. Move them around till they are at least aligned with the bed. Put a pillow under their heads, make them comfortable.”
In the guest room, I lie on the floor.
“Honey, I changed my mind. Come up here and snuggle me.”
I crawl in behind her.
“Why did that happen honey?” I ask
My wife turns over, looks at me, caresses my cheek. With soft eyes she stares at me for a long time.
“You are incredible baby” she murmurs softly.
She moves back a bit, reaches down to John, and pulls him up between us. The soft silky skin of her stomach caresses him. He begins to grow upward, toward her face. She smiles gently, thoughtfully at his eagerness.
“Maybe tonight I should cum on my own husband’s cock too sweetie!”
My breath is taken away by her open admission of being turned on by my body. Tears fill my eyes. She moves her hand to my forehead and strokes it. She kisses my cheek where my tears are running down.
Her soft gaze continues as she tells me “With a love like yours honey, I can do anything. Thank you for loving me, even with all my eccentricities.”
Raising her leg, she pushes his growing rigid form down between her thighs. Her body is now at an angle to mine, so that my cock head is just inside her thighs, resting next to her soft little lips. I feel him pulsing eagerly there against her sex.
“It is OK for you to cum too this time baby” she tells me softly.
My beloved wife is letting me cum with her!
Her pelvis begins to move back and forth on the swollen plumpness of my head. She kisses my lips with growing desire.
Her small body begins to move farther up my shaft, moving past a nodule in its most forward thrust. Each time she moves her body past the nodule, she gasps.
“Oh my god baby, there is definitely something about these we did not know before! God this is making me crazy! Oh god baby, I am going to cum! God honey cum with me honey; oh god; shit I am……………; oh god! oh shit! this is so hot! ooooh god! Fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Her gorgeous little face is scrunched into an almost painful configuration of lust. The jerking of her body brings me closer and closer to not being able to maintain. I feel hot liquid lubrications spurting from her sex.
“AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She goes rigid, head tilted back like the French.
It is enough to drive me over the edge, watching her cum so joyfully on my body.
On its own, my body begins to thrust and drive itself through her wetly lubricated thighs, my hips slamming into her belly. Without conscious thought I pump between her tightly gripping thighs, then pull back out. Again and again I slam into her and withdraw, bringing me ever closer to my own orgasm. I no longer think. I am an animal in heat, needing full release of my primal discharge of sperm deep within my female partner.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ..UUUUNGGGGH” her second orgiastic scream ends in an animalistic grunt.
With no conscious thought Big John continues to fuck deep between her thighs. I vaguely realize I am using all my strength. I continue to hear her screams of orgasm as my humping takes me to my release.
The cum from my balls screams up the long road to the purple head between her thighs and I feel my balls pumping hard. I hear my own cummings as she screams in ecstasy.
I collapse. When I stop moving, her orgasm dies away to periodic trembling hip thrusts. Slowly those die away as well and she is asleep beside me, her back nestled against me like a puppy to its mother. I stroke her hair and kiss her neck.
My wife has enjoyed my body tonight. MY body! This means more to me than anything I have ever experienced.
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My wife turns to me as we sit side by side on the flight home. “Baby, I have never felt like I do right now. Watching you during our honeymoon, feeling your loving touch, watching how respectful you are of others, I have never in my life felt as good as I do right now. I realized this morning in the shower that I have fallen in love with you Baby. And you know what? I have never been in love before, I now realize.”
“Hon……” Her fingers on my lips stop me.
“Just listen honey. I am a selfish and self centered person. I know that, I admit that. But the purity of your unselfish love for me has made a huge impression.
“I married you because I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the surgery, and as a demo model.
“But honey, I have fallen in love with you. Who would have ever thought me capable……………”
She turns to the window, lost in thought.
The End
Well, maybe this isn’t too bad then?
“You will be my demonstrator as we go from city to city demonstrating the technology. You’ll be on stage to demonstrate the ability to obtain instant erections for all of those frustrated wives and husbands needing these devices. We have to figure out how to adequately demonstrate the ejaculation control device. Any ideas?”
What! I am going to be on stage demonstrating this stuff? I’m going to be the only naked person in a huge room full of people? Oh Shit!
On the other hand, she needs my cock now, on me and working. Maybe I can relax a bit about having her serve it for dinner.
****************************
French food on this our last honeymoon evening. Nice restaurant. Great service. My wife strikes up a conversation with a woman accompanied by two men sitting next to us. They all have French accents. She invites them back to the hotel for drinks. The woman keeps staring at my crotch as though she is thinking about investigating the strange lump there. My crotch does look a little strange when John is tied back under and hooked to my belt. The bulge appears abnormal.
When we arrive back at the suite, my wife asks if they want to get more comfortable and head down onto the beach to watch the sunset.
They are all amenable, and within minutes we are all headed for the beach. My wife of course had put the leash on Big John. I follow at my two foot following distance. The woman and one of the men walked beside me, the other man beside my wife. Both the woman and the man beside me keep looking at John out of the corner of their eyes.
My sidekick’s cock is a shorty, perhaps five inches. But then it’s hard to tell how long they will be when it blossoms to real manhood. The woman has a pleasing body. Small, even tiny, breasts, large pointy nipples, and a well proportioned heart shaped French butt. The man beside my wife walks with his pelvis strutted forward, as though trying to make his cock look bigger. It looks like it is maybe seven inches max as it bobs along.
We sit at the rail of the bar above the pool and order wine. The woman’s hand is on my knee within a couple of minutes. Seven’s hand is on my wife’s thigh in about the same amount of time. She smiles encouragement to him and to the woman. I can see where this is headed already! Five puts his hand on my leg. My wife gives him an even bigger smile and raises her eyebrows at him to emphasize that she is encouraging him to proceed. He starts to get hard as we sit there.
I start to realize what my wife is going to want me to do tonight.
His five suddenly turns into eight, and it is pretty thick, wobbling in the slight evening breeze.
My wife begins to gently probe into the trio’s relationship. They admit over the next few drinks that they are all bi-sexual. My wife’s nipples harden, I notice her walnut flower begins to blossom. I can see her wetness glistening around the thin, widening line between her little lips already. It won’t be long before I have to suck cock again, I can tell. Her hand lightly strokes Seven’s leg, circling closer and closer to his penis as she slowly weaves her web.
Tiny leans back and allows her legs to spread slightly, offering both me and my wife a view of her womanhood. She is also already glistening in the full moonlight. She stretches, and spreads her legs completely. I catch a glimpse of her unshaven French armpits. Seven drops his hand nonchalantly onto her pubic hair. His middle finger diddles her briefly as she sucks in her breath.
My wife suggests we return to the suite and continue our game. I’d prefer to stay here where I don’t have to suck cock, but nobody asks me.
Tiny takes my leash and leads me toward the hotel door. My wife and the two men saunter along ahead of us. I notice they both have their hands cupped under her ass as they walk along.
Tiny strokes the sides of my cock in the elevator. Several other people are on the elevator ride up with us. I see my wife fiddling with the fob that controls my erection, looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a shit-eating grin on her face. I see her thumb tighten on the button. I feel that small electrical tickle at the base of my cock, and boing, the lady in front of me has a cock poking between her legs, lifting her dress. She screams, jumps forward into the elevator door, bounces off, and whirls around. Whack! She looks at my cock pointing at my chin, having just snapped vertically, smacking into my stomach. Her eyes are bugging out and her mouth and pussy are covered with her hands to protect herself from entrance by my pillar.
“Oh my God!, look at that thing!” she screams, pointing at it as she grabs her husband’s arm, backing away into the elevator door. Her eyes are the size of pie tins, starring at poor defenseless John with utter contempt. I actually think she thought John was a large snake at first.
My wife is trying her best to smother her laughter, and Tiny, Five and Seven are both roaring while staring at my erection with wide unbelieving eyes.
“Holy Shit, man!” says the scared lady’s husband. “How do you get that into a cunt?”
“Honey!” the startled defensive woman slaps her husband on the arm.
The elevator doors open and we all exit onto our floor.
The upset wife and her inquisitive husband turn right as we turn left.
We barely make it into our room before they all burst out laughing, holding their stomachs, rolling on the couch, chairs, and floor, pointing at my cock with one hand, holding their stomachs with the other.
“Oh, God! I thought that woman was going to shit her britches when she felt that monster gooch her ass!” My wife knows those words after all!
I am so happy to be their entertainment for the evening.
After they regain their composure, all four come over to examine my erect monster. Both men and Tiny stroke it with their hands and eyes.
“Theer ees no vay sat sing vill feet into mee.” Tiny declares. “Vat are ze boomps on zat schlonguay for?”
“Stimulation.” My wife replies. “Wait until you rub yourself up and down on them. You won’t believe the additional sensation. Here,” she pushes John to horizontal “Slip your leg over it and rub yourself against them.”
Tiny looks skeptically at her male companions and then shrugs, “Oui!”
Her legs straddles my cock shaft as she faces me. She begins to rub herself back and forth along my shaft. She lowers her hand to her small lips and she spreads herself, shivering a little at her own touch. With eyes closed she moves her hips allowing her growing clitoris to bump along the nodules. I can see her nostrils flare as she rubs back and forth.
“Ohwhu! Mon Dieu! Zat feels zo guud.” Her eyes close and her head tilts back. Her breathing rate accelerates as she increases the rate at which she is rubbing up and down my shaft. Her small cherry colored nipples harden and grow into small berries ripe for plucking. Her hips begin to jerk forward and aft in rapid fashion. Her back arches. “OHHHH Mon DIEU! I em go-ink to cooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm!” she screams as she loses control. Placing her hands under my shaft, she forces her cunt against me, jerking spasmodically, totally out of control.
Her male companions reach out to stabilize her as she wobbles on my cock. She slumps over. They half carry, half drag her to the bed where she lies, her slim hips still periodically jerking up and down.
“Well! that was unexpected!” observes my wife. “I wonder whether that is a normal side effect of the nodules? I’ll have to record that in my notes. Darn! I didn’t have the cameras running!”
Seven and Five both fan Tiny’s face waiting to see if she is OK. She slowly opens her eyes, a far away dreamy look on her face. “Mon Dieu! Zat vas ze mos incredeeble orga-some I have efer have!” She closes her eyes again to savor the memory. Her breathing rate slowly returns to normal. Seven and Five stand up and stare at Big John with bewildered eyes.
“I hev nev-err see her cum zat queeckly. I mus usua-lee have to do her vis my mout, ora-lee for one haf ze hour” Seven says as he point to his watch and moves his finger halfway around the dial.
Five walks to my side. He touches one nodule with his forefinger, holding it there for a bit.
He looks at my fascinated wife and asks, “May I awso ex-spearianssse theese?”
My wife, ever the researcher, nods vigorously as her eyes widen with the implications.
Five moves around to my front, pulls Big John down and moves onto me like a child getting on a teeter-totter. His small ball sack is resting on my shaft. I can feel his puckery hole on my cock skin as he squats slightly, pushing John down under him a bit. He pushes his stiff cock down with his left hand allowing it to caress my shaft top. Slowly he begins to thrust back and forth, as if he were inside a woman.
Within seconds he is groaning. I begin to wonder if the surgery really has affects on a male’s sex organs.
He begins thrusting back and forth vigorously. His nipples harden. Never seen that in a man before!
In thirty seconds his head tilts back (what is with the head tilting back and French people?) and he shoots his white gooey cum all over my pelvic area and shaft. His expulsion of cum is forceful. I can feel it smack into me as it explodes from his cock head.
His friend holds him up so that he doesn’t fall over. He gets dragged to the bed and laid next to Tiny. Cord wood stacking up. Tiny is asleep, breathing rhythmically.
Without asking, Seven steps forward and mounts me. He reaches up and uses my shoulders to stabilize himself. Only his balls are riding on my skin. In under a minute he also coats me with his sperm, ribbons of cum hanging from my pectorals and abs. I am the only one left standing, so I add his body to the stack of cord wood. They are all still out and breathing softly, lying in a row.
My wife is standing there staring at my crotch. After a few minutes she reaches for the fob and he lowers to his resting position.
“Clean yourself up, honey, and let’s get to bed. We have an early flight back tomorrow, honey.”
Her head is thinking about what she has just witnessed. Her brow is furrowed in thought.
“You can sleep on the floor babe, lets use the guest room, since this bed is now full of people. Cover then up after you remove their footwear babe. Move them around till they are at least aligned with the bed. Put a pillow under their heads, make them comfortable.”
In the guest room, I lie on the floor.
“Honey, I changed my mind. Come up here and snuggle me.”
I crawl in behind her.
“Why did that happen honey?” I ask
My wife turns over, looks at me, caresses my cheek. With soft eyes she stares at me for a long time.
“You are incredible baby” she murmurs softly.
She moves back a bit, reaches down to John, and pulls him up between us. The soft silky skin of her stomach caresses him. He begins to grow upward, toward her face. She smiles gently, thoughtfully at his eagerness.
“Maybe tonight I should cum on my own husband’s cock too sweetie!”
My breath is taken away by her open admission of being turned on by my body. Tears fill my eyes. She moves her hand to my forehead and strokes it. She kisses my cheek where my tears are running down.
Her soft gaze continues as she tells me “With a love like yours honey, I can do anything. Thank you for loving me, even with all my eccentricities.”
Raising her leg, she pushes his growing rigid form down between her thighs. Her body is now at an angle to mine, so that my cock head is just inside her thighs, resting next to her soft little lips. I feel him pulsing eagerly there against her sex.
“It is OK for you to cum too this time baby” she tells me softly.
My beloved wife is letting me cum with her!
Her pelvis begins to move back and forth on the swollen plumpness of my head. She kisses my lips with growing desire.
Her small body begins to move farther up my shaft, moving past a nodule in its most forward thrust. Each time she moves her body past the nodule, she gasps.
“Oh my god baby, there is definitely something about these we did not know before! God this is making me crazy! Oh god baby, I am going to cum! God honey cum with me honey; oh god; shit I am……………; oh god! oh shit! this is so hot! ooooh god! Fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Her gorgeous little face is scrunched into an almost painful configuration of lust. The jerking of her body brings me closer and closer to not being able to maintain. I feel hot liquid lubrications spurting from her sex.
“AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAA..AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She goes rigid, head tilted back like the French.
It is enough to drive me over the edge, watching her cum so joyfully on my body.
On its own, my body begins to thrust and drive itself through her wetly lubricated thighs, my hips slamming into her belly. Without conscious thought I pump between her tightly gripping thighs, then pull back out. Again and again I slam into her and withdraw, bringing me ever closer to my own orgasm. I no longer think. I am an animal in heat, needing full release of my primal discharge of sperm deep within my female partner.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ..UUUUNGGGGH” her second orgiastic scream ends in an animalistic grunt.
With no conscious thought Big John continues to fuck deep between her thighs. I vaguely realize I am using all my strength. I continue to hear her screams of orgasm as my humping takes me to my release.
The cum from my balls screams up the long road to the purple head between her thighs and I feel my balls pumping hard. I hear my own cummings as she screams in ecstasy.
I collapse. When I stop moving, her orgasm dies away to periodic trembling hip thrusts. Slowly those die away as well and she is asleep beside me, her back nestled against me like a puppy to its mother. I stroke her hair and kiss her neck.
My wife has enjoyed my body tonight. MY body! This means more to me than anything I have ever experienced.
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My wife turns to me as we sit side by side on the flight home. “Baby, I have never felt like I do right now. Watching you during our honeymoon, feeling your loving touch, watching how respectful you are of others, I have never in my life felt as good as I do right now. I realized this morning in the shower that I have fallen in love with you Baby. And you know what? I have never been in love before, I now realize.”
“Hon……” Her fingers on my lips stop me.
“Just listen honey. I am a selfish and self centered person. I know that, I admit that. But the purity of your unselfish love for me has made a huge impression.
“I married you because I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the surgery, and as a demo model.
“But honey, I have fallen in love with you. Who would have ever thought me capable……………”
She turns to the window, lost in thought.
The End
Schlongue Part Twenty
We proceed down a long hallway with office windows on each side, full of white coated office workers. Everybody in the offices are standing at the windows, watching the procession. A few women raise their hand to their mouth as if in shock as I walk by. I get the distinct impression that every body here knows what is going on, except me of course.
Our parade stops outside an operatory with stirrups on the table. The room is surrounded by windows. My wife hands the strap attached to my ring to a white coat, who hands it to someone standing inside the doors of the operatory. The person tugs on the leash and I follow her into the scrub room.
A masked person points at my cock ring and tells one of the scrub clad nurses to remove the ring, “then to sterilize his penis and testicles.” Not a good choice of words there, fella!
“He has no hair other than the bit that seems to be a pattern there, so you won’t need to shave him. You can leave that pattern in place.” My wife’s work emblazoned on my pubic hair will not be spoiled. She will be so happy to hear that!
The nurse scrubs my cock, balls, and asshole area until my skin is completely removed. I writhe in agony as she finally decides that I am clean enough.
God! She even scrubbed my scabs on my foreskin off!
She points into the operatory.
The masked man points to the table and says, “On your back, please.”
I climb up on the table.
“Feet in the stirrups.”
I place my feet in the stirrups. I realize that my cock, balls, and asshole are completely exposed to everyone watching from the hallway. The window provides no privacy to me at all. Everybody is gawking at the spectacle. People from all of the offices have gathered around behind my wife and the white coats. I see someone focusing a video camera on my privates. The TV monitor blinks on, and there I am in all my skinless glory.
“Where are the chips installed?” my wife asks through the speaker system.
The masked man points with a scalpel at the area between my balls and cock. “They will be inside the scrotum, but attached to the gluteus muscles above.”
My wife nods in understanding.
“You did say no anesthetic, right?” the white coat asks.
“Correct, he had breakfast this morning.” My wife is perfunctory in her answer. I am to have my cock removed without any anesthetic! I am THRILLED!
Mr. Mask nods and returns his attention to my crotch.
“We will insert the antenna from the top down.” His scalpel moves to the skin just under my cockhead.
I feel a distinct puncture. My eyes become unwillingly glued to the TV screen. For the second time on my honeymoon I see blood begin to flow from my cock.
He withdraws an antenna like he strip of wire that we saw in the conference room from a sterile package, wraps the steel wire around my cock over the line that my wife had drawn, clips it to length, smoothes the cut ends, and begins to insert it under the skin of my cock. On the television monitor I can see the wire bulging the skin out as it passes underneath. Each of the balls attached to the wire travels around the circular path under the line drawn earlier. The wire continues around and around until it is at the base of my shaft.
Mr. Mask again clips the wire at the top, places a ball right on the tip of the wire, then shoves the antenna another inch into me. Using surgical glue, he seals the tiny incision at the top. The fire of the glue catches my attention big time. After it subsides, I grimly admit that this is still better than amputation.
He moves my cock around, inspecting the location of all of the lumps in my cock. Looking up at my wife, he sees her nod her head in approval of his work.
He moves down to my balls, cupping them in his hand. My skin crawls. My eyes are glued to the TV. He moves the knife to the top front of my ball sac. I can’t shut my eyes. My balls cinch up inside me, trying to escape their mutilation.
Another puncture, right in the middle. Mask takes two short wires from a package and inserts them into my sack. He uses his thumb to guide the ends to their correct locations. With a long spouted bottle, he attaches them to my cods inside my sack with medical glue. He sews them in place using long tipped needle nose pliers.
He then takes a micro chip from another package and inserts it into my sack. Using both thumbs, he shifts it to the center of my sack, just under the center of my cock shaft. He glues it in place, then using the same pincher pliers, permanently attaches them to the muscle above. He attaches the wires to the chip.
Next he passes another set of wires up to the base of my cock, one right at the bottom of the antenna, and three at the locations they had pointed at in the conference room. He attaches the wires to the antenna, then to the chip in my sack, then locates the proper locations at the base of my penis to attach the three wires.
He glues the holes shut.
He turns to look at my wife, giving her the thumbs up sign. She returns the sign.
He looks at me and says “Now was that so bad?”
Easy for him to say. “Easier for you then me.” I reply cheekily.
“Son, I have the same implant, except for the amplifiers on the antenna. I may have that changed, after I see how easy it is with you. That is one large specimen you have there between your legs, son. If the procedure works for you, it will work for anybody. Thanks for letting us use you as a guinea pig.” He turns and walk from the room.
‘You’re fucking welcome!’ I think
Thanks? I’m a guinea pig? Me let them use me? What the hell does this thing do?
Nurse reinstalls the ring on my cock. She seemed to enjoy tugging the head through the too small opening.
“I can tell you, sir, yours is the largest schlongue I have ever seen in all my years in penile surgery.” She appears to be in her late fifties, so I guess she has some experience.
She reattaches the leash to my cock and motions for me to follow her.
My wife takes my leash and walks me back down the hall to the same conference room in which this whole charade started. No explanation of any kind. Every body watches me walk bare naked, led by a cock leash held by my tiny little wife, back down the hall into the same conference room.
Everybody resumes their seats. I remain standing because there is no seat for me.
“What is your recommendation for the healing period, before I can test it?”
“You can test it right now, if you like. In fact, that would be an excellent idea. Wait for one moment while we set up the cameras.”
“The spot lights are turned on, the camera started, and my wife raises a small key chain. She presses a button on the key chain fob, and I feel a sharp electrical shock to my balls. Not enough to cause real pain, just enough to really get my attention. Like the shock you get from touching a light switch after walking across staticky carpet.
Why in the world would that be necessary?
“Try the other button now please.”
Her finger changes position on the controller. She presses another button.
My cock springs to attention, rising up and snapping against my stomach. I look down to see the antenna’s balls clearly visible wrapping around my shaft.
“How do I get it to go down?” my pretty little wife asks.
“Press the button again. If sexual stimulation is not present, it should return to its flaccid condition quickly.”
My wife presses the button again, my cock begins to deflate. Talk about a woman needing absolute control! She can make me hard at will, keep me from cumming as long as she wants, then allow me to lose my hard-on at her leisure.
“You should remember, as I’m sure you already know, doctor, that a penis that stays erect for longer than four to six hours could suffer problems. The battery that charges this can be recharged with this solar array by holding the array in bright light and pressing this pad against the chip location. Leave it that way for about fifteen minutes every few weeks, and there should be no problems with the battery charge. Any other questions?”
My wife shakes her head ‘No’ and gets up to leave.
The ‘Thank you’, ‘No, thank you for this opportunity!’ bullshit takes about five more minutes. I fidget in my nakedness. My wife turns to me and presses the button that inflates my cock. She takes me out into the hall with my erection pulsing in front of me as I walk by all of the ogling eyeballs falling out of their sockets. My cockhead is floating over the top of her head like a balloon over a child at the county fair. People begin to clap as I walk by. Soon the hallway is a sea of clapping hands, wolf whistles and cheering.
My wife hands me my clothes and points to the men’s restroom. “There is a dressing room in there, honey.”
My erection accompanies me into the restroom. It knocks painfully on the door going in. The dressing room is comfortable, and I sit down to assess my condition. My cock head waves back and forth at me as I sit there. There is no way I can get the son of a bitch back into my pants like this. I try pushing him down between my legs, but no go. He resists with a horrible tension in my balls.
I have finally decided that I will need to go back out into the corridor and ask my wife to ‘allow’ me to relax,’ when I feel the little tickle at the base of my cock, and Big John begins to wilt.
Our parade stops outside an operatory with stirrups on the table. The room is surrounded by windows. My wife hands the strap attached to my ring to a white coat, who hands it to someone standing inside the doors of the operatory. The person tugs on the leash and I follow her into the scrub room.
A masked person points at my cock ring and tells one of the scrub clad nurses to remove the ring, “then to sterilize his penis and testicles.” Not a good choice of words there, fella!
“He has no hair other than the bit that seems to be a pattern there, so you won’t need to shave him. You can leave that pattern in place.” My wife’s work emblazoned on my pubic hair will not be spoiled. She will be so happy to hear that!
The nurse scrubs my cock, balls, and asshole area until my skin is completely removed. I writhe in agony as she finally decides that I am clean enough.
God! She even scrubbed my scabs on my foreskin off!
She points into the operatory.
The masked man points to the table and says, “On your back, please.”
I climb up on the table.
“Feet in the stirrups.”
I place my feet in the stirrups. I realize that my cock, balls, and asshole are completely exposed to everyone watching from the hallway. The window provides no privacy to me at all. Everybody is gawking at the spectacle. People from all of the offices have gathered around behind my wife and the white coats. I see someone focusing a video camera on my privates. The TV monitor blinks on, and there I am in all my skinless glory.
“Where are the chips installed?” my wife asks through the speaker system.
The masked man points with a scalpel at the area between my balls and cock. “They will be inside the scrotum, but attached to the gluteus muscles above.”
My wife nods in understanding.
“You did say no anesthetic, right?” the white coat asks.
“Correct, he had breakfast this morning.” My wife is perfunctory in her answer. I am to have my cock removed without any anesthetic! I am THRILLED!
Mr. Mask nods and returns his attention to my crotch.
“We will insert the antenna from the top down.” His scalpel moves to the skin just under my cockhead.
I feel a distinct puncture. My eyes become unwillingly glued to the TV screen. For the second time on my honeymoon I see blood begin to flow from my cock.
He withdraws an antenna like he strip of wire that we saw in the conference room from a sterile package, wraps the steel wire around my cock over the line that my wife had drawn, clips it to length, smoothes the cut ends, and begins to insert it under the skin of my cock. On the television monitor I can see the wire bulging the skin out as it passes underneath. Each of the balls attached to the wire travels around the circular path under the line drawn earlier. The wire continues around and around until it is at the base of my shaft.
Mr. Mask again clips the wire at the top, places a ball right on the tip of the wire, then shoves the antenna another inch into me. Using surgical glue, he seals the tiny incision at the top. The fire of the glue catches my attention big time. After it subsides, I grimly admit that this is still better than amputation.
He moves my cock around, inspecting the location of all of the lumps in my cock. Looking up at my wife, he sees her nod her head in approval of his work.
He moves down to my balls, cupping them in his hand. My skin crawls. My eyes are glued to the TV. He moves the knife to the top front of my ball sac. I can’t shut my eyes. My balls cinch up inside me, trying to escape their mutilation.
Another puncture, right in the middle. Mask takes two short wires from a package and inserts them into my sack. He uses his thumb to guide the ends to their correct locations. With a long spouted bottle, he attaches them to my cods inside my sack with medical glue. He sews them in place using long tipped needle nose pliers.
He then takes a micro chip from another package and inserts it into my sack. Using both thumbs, he shifts it to the center of my sack, just under the center of my cock shaft. He glues it in place, then using the same pincher pliers, permanently attaches them to the muscle above. He attaches the wires to the chip.
Next he passes another set of wires up to the base of my cock, one right at the bottom of the antenna, and three at the locations they had pointed at in the conference room. He attaches the wires to the antenna, then to the chip in my sack, then locates the proper locations at the base of my penis to attach the three wires.
He glues the holes shut.
He turns to look at my wife, giving her the thumbs up sign. She returns the sign.
He looks at me and says “Now was that so bad?”
Easy for him to say. “Easier for you then me.” I reply cheekily.
“Son, I have the same implant, except for the amplifiers on the antenna. I may have that changed, after I see how easy it is with you. That is one large specimen you have there between your legs, son. If the procedure works for you, it will work for anybody. Thanks for letting us use you as a guinea pig.” He turns and walk from the room.
‘You’re fucking welcome!’ I think
Thanks? I’m a guinea pig? Me let them use me? What the hell does this thing do?
Nurse reinstalls the ring on my cock. She seemed to enjoy tugging the head through the too small opening.
“I can tell you, sir, yours is the largest schlongue I have ever seen in all my years in penile surgery.” She appears to be in her late fifties, so I guess she has some experience.
She reattaches the leash to my cock and motions for me to follow her.
My wife takes my leash and walks me back down the hall to the same conference room in which this whole charade started. No explanation of any kind. Every body watches me walk bare naked, led by a cock leash held by my tiny little wife, back down the hall into the same conference room.
Everybody resumes their seats. I remain standing because there is no seat for me.
“What is your recommendation for the healing period, before I can test it?”
“You can test it right now, if you like. In fact, that would be an excellent idea. Wait for one moment while we set up the cameras.”
“The spot lights are turned on, the camera started, and my wife raises a small key chain. She presses a button on the key chain fob, and I feel a sharp electrical shock to my balls. Not enough to cause real pain, just enough to really get my attention. Like the shock you get from touching a light switch after walking across staticky carpet.
Why in the world would that be necessary?
“Try the other button now please.”
Her finger changes position on the controller. She presses another button.
My cock springs to attention, rising up and snapping against my stomach. I look down to see the antenna’s balls clearly visible wrapping around my shaft.
“How do I get it to go down?” my pretty little wife asks.
“Press the button again. If sexual stimulation is not present, it should return to its flaccid condition quickly.”
My wife presses the button again, my cock begins to deflate. Talk about a woman needing absolute control! She can make me hard at will, keep me from cumming as long as she wants, then allow me to lose my hard-on at her leisure.
“You should remember, as I’m sure you already know, doctor, that a penis that stays erect for longer than four to six hours could suffer problems. The battery that charges this can be recharged with this solar array by holding the array in bright light and pressing this pad against the chip location. Leave it that way for about fifteen minutes every few weeks, and there should be no problems with the battery charge. Any other questions?”
My wife shakes her head ‘No’ and gets up to leave.
The ‘Thank you’, ‘No, thank you for this opportunity!’ bullshit takes about five more minutes. I fidget in my nakedness. My wife turns to me and presses the button that inflates my cock. She takes me out into the hall with my erection pulsing in front of me as I walk by all of the ogling eyeballs falling out of their sockets. My cockhead is floating over the top of her head like a balloon over a child at the county fair. People begin to clap as I walk by. Soon the hallway is a sea of clapping hands, wolf whistles and cheering.
My wife hands me my clothes and points to the men’s restroom. “There is a dressing room in there, honey.”
My erection accompanies me into the restroom. It knocks painfully on the door going in. The dressing room is comfortable, and I sit down to assess my condition. My cock head waves back and forth at me as I sit there. There is no way I can get the son of a bitch back into my pants like this. I try pushing him down between my legs, but no go. He resists with a horrible tension in my balls.
I have finally decided that I will need to go back out into the corridor and ask my wife to ‘allow’ me to relax,’ when I feel the little tickle at the base of my cock, and Big John begins to wilt.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Schlongue Part Nineteen
My wife called to me “Honey, bring your journal in for me to read.” It is 9 hours later. During that time, after I had caught my journal up, my thoughtful and concerned Doctor wife ministered gently to my wounds, cleaning them, washing them, sterilizing the cuts, then wrapping my cock head to speed healing. As soon as the salt was gone, the ragged cuts didn’t hurt too badly. Just a low grade throb remains. She put some sort of salve on my cuts, and that really helped a lot.
She has then allowed me to sleep most of the day away. She pumped me full of aspirin so that I could rest, just in case.
I had gingerly walked into her bedroom, half expecting to find another man in there with her.
She is now fully dressed, and as usual looks spectacular. I hand her my journal. “Would you please fix me some tea please honey?” She looks at me through upraised eyebrows.
“Sure sweetie. Thanks again for cleaning my cuts.”
After she had read my diary, she looked up at me over her reading glasses and said, “I bought you a deep sea fishing trip for tomorrow, honey.”
Cool! “Thanks sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry things got out of hand for you last night, baby. But I am really proud of how you maintained your cool. Your friends all admitted they were beside them selves with lust last night. They were very turned on by your body, but frustrated by not being able to have you. They all apologized except for the one with that poochy stomach.”
Pooch is still pissed, I guess.
I turn to gingerly retreat to the kitchen area in the suite. My cock sways as I walk. I am careful not to allow it to hit anything.
“I’m not going, so you’re on your own, honey.” I try to contain my suspicion for why she is not going. I decide not to allow myself to sabotage my enjoyment of my fishing trip.
I bring the tea back into her. She looks up and has the most peaceful smile on her face.
“Honey, you are really good at his journaling. I love that you record your true emotions here in your journal. It allows me to track what you are really feeling.” She stretches up to give me a kiss as I lean over to set her tea on the table beside her. Her lips are soft, warm, and friendly. She rewards me with her wonderful feminine softness. My eyes tear in gratitude.
“Interesting that I noticed the same thing you did about the woman you called Pooch. Now I understand why she didn’t apologize. She is feeling too guilty.”
She smiles lustfully at me. “God it turns me on to watch you suck yourself off! You are truly one of a kind, sweetie!”
“Would you like to go for dinner, Hon? I am really hungry.” I ask hopefully.
“Sure Babe. Let me change my shoes.”
We dine at a new restaurant that specializes in Paella. I discover that I love Paella.
My gorgeous wife is still with me as we return to the hotel. My eyes tear as we enter the suite and she turns to kiss me on my lips.
“I am looking forward to sleeping together tonight, Honey.”
I thank my lucky stars for this night of being with my wife.
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The alarm goes off way to early, but the realization that I am headed to a fishing trip goads me out of bed. I gently raise her left leg to free Big John from between her legs. I notice that her hand has been cradling the wrapping on my cock head. I tear up as I kiss her softly on her forehead. I realize that she really does care about me.
My cheeks are going to get chapped if I don’t stop all this crying.
“Buy sweetheart, have fun.” she mumbles, turning on to her stomach.
I smile and realize that I am doing good already today.
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My fishing trip was fantastic. I caught the biggest beauty on the boat, and spent most of the day reeling the monster in. My arms, back and legs got a proper workout. My body feels great after the prolonged strenuous exercise.
We dine again at the Paella restaurant. We sleep together again that night. I could really get used to this. She fits perfectly against my stomach between my crotch and chin when we snuggle in the nestled spoons position.
I tongue her to a blissful orgasm. She rewards me by allowing me to suck myself off. Breakfast arrives right on time. We eat on the balcony watching the seagulls and hired help alter the beachscape.
Looking out to sea, she murmurs “Honey, I’ve made an appointment for us at 1:30 today. We need to take a car. The concierge says the trip is about an two and a half hours. Do you feel like driving us, or should we hire a car?”
Her asking me my preference is a distinct change from her normal mode. A little bell tinkles in my happy cobwebs. “Driving sounds fine baby.”
“If we get going soon, we could drive along the coast. Sound good?”
“Sure honey, I can be ready in a half an hour. Is that soon enough?”
“Sounds perfect babe,” she replies with a secretive smile.
Something is wrong. We almost sound like a normal honeymooning couple.
The drive is beautiful. Perfect weather, sun on the water leaving sparkles in the wake of the pelican and terns. I could definitely get used to this.
A few hours later, we pull up in front of a four story building signed with BIOMODS. I have never heard of it before. We are met at the big shiny highly polished stainless steel oversized front door by a tanned and handsome man in a white lab coat. He takes my wife’s elbow and guides her to their conference room. I follow at a respectful and, honestly, reticent distance. The room is full of people, all in white lab coats. I notice DR. in front of a number of their names. The little warning bell changes from a tinkle to bong. Will my oversized cock survive the day?
My wife is introduced all around. All of the people seem incredibly impressed by her, as if they already know all about her.
The lights go down, and medical pictures appear on a silently lowered wall screen. The presentation is impeccable. The presentation is about the erectile process of the human male.
Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lights come back up, and everybody turns toward me. The presenter asks if I am the present subject. Present? Subject?
My wife turns to look at me. She is suddenly coolly professional. “Please remove your clothes, honey.” My impression is that my wife is staring at me like I am an ant under a microscope.
Remembering my contract and potential consequences, I comply, recalling her stern warning on our flight to this “Paradise”. The reason she removed the dressings from my penis is now perfectly clear.
I hear the women suck in there breath as I lower my trousers and John dangles on his leash. The men lean forward in ‘clinical interest.’
My wife stands and walks to me. She takes John by the cord clipped into the cock ring hole, and holds him up with one hand while pointing to a location on his lower base. She explains that this is the “target location.”
Oh God, My cock is coming off today! I feel slightly faint.
The look of shock is obvious on my face, but she does not look up at me while she talks. During a pause, one of the doctors asks her if I am aware of the procedure.
My wife looks at him and replies in a somewhat aloof tone that I have no idea what is about to transpire.
I have a damn good idea, and am having trouble controlling my bowels.
Staring rather clinically at my blanched white face, he remarks “May we assure him that you are not discussing amputation?”
My wife looks at me and smiles that smile that says ‘Gotcha, babe!’
I visibly sigh with relief. I instantly weigh three tons less. My bowels stop pressing for relief.
Then my mind begins to worry about other, alternative possibilities.
My wife turns back to her work. Pointing at the base of ‘her’ cock again, she says “We’ll implant the stimulators here, here, and here. One for each column. We’ll run the antenna up and around along this line.” She takes a marking pen and draws a dotted line that curves around my shaft three times while traversing spirally from the bottom to the top of my shaft.
The presenter says “We have developed two types of antennas. One is smooth, basically a coated wire. The second has small nodules that function as amplifiers. The nodules are spaced about a half inch apart.”
“May I see an example of each, please?” My wife is clearly in control here.
The presenter motions at one of the female white coats. She gets up and leaves the room. My wife and the white coats chit chat about medical stuff that makes no sense to me.
The young lady comes back into the room with a long wire with little balls attached all along its length. My wife takes the wire and wraps it around ‘her’ cock along the line she has drawn on his shaft. She runs her finger along the wire, feeling the little balls attached to it.
She nods peremptorily. “This will be fine.” She hands it back to the white coat.
The presenter gets back up. The lights go down again. He points to a new picture of a man’s balls on the screen. “For ejaculation control, the embedded wires must be attached here and here.” He points to the place where a man’s balls hang from within the scrotal sack. “Testing has shown that this type of control works except under extreme stimulation. At some point, even the Ejaculation Control System can not be counted upon to stop the ejaculation process. The longest we have managed to control the ejaculation was two hours, thirteen minutes.”
“That will be satisfactory.” My wife relies. “When do you want to proceed?”
“We have reserved a surgery mod suite for this whole afternoon if you wish to proceed right away.”
WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA guys, let’s talk about this a bit!
“The sooner the better, lets do it now” she flippantly replies!
Silently I plead ‘Honey, lets think about this a bit longer before you modify this body of yours!’
My wife leads me by the strap on my cock ring as the white coats file out of the room.
She has then allowed me to sleep most of the day away. She pumped me full of aspirin so that I could rest, just in case.
I had gingerly walked into her bedroom, half expecting to find another man in there with her.
She is now fully dressed, and as usual looks spectacular. I hand her my journal. “Would you please fix me some tea please honey?” She looks at me through upraised eyebrows.
“Sure sweetie. Thanks again for cleaning my cuts.”
After she had read my diary, she looked up at me over her reading glasses and said, “I bought you a deep sea fishing trip for tomorrow, honey.”
Cool! “Thanks sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry things got out of hand for you last night, baby. But I am really proud of how you maintained your cool. Your friends all admitted they were beside them selves with lust last night. They were very turned on by your body, but frustrated by not being able to have you. They all apologized except for the one with that poochy stomach.”
Pooch is still pissed, I guess.
I turn to gingerly retreat to the kitchen area in the suite. My cock sways as I walk. I am careful not to allow it to hit anything.
“I’m not going, so you’re on your own, honey.” I try to contain my suspicion for why she is not going. I decide not to allow myself to sabotage my enjoyment of my fishing trip.
I bring the tea back into her. She looks up and has the most peaceful smile on her face.
“Honey, you are really good at his journaling. I love that you record your true emotions here in your journal. It allows me to track what you are really feeling.” She stretches up to give me a kiss as I lean over to set her tea on the table beside her. Her lips are soft, warm, and friendly. She rewards me with her wonderful feminine softness. My eyes tear in gratitude.
“Interesting that I noticed the same thing you did about the woman you called Pooch. Now I understand why she didn’t apologize. She is feeling too guilty.”
She smiles lustfully at me. “God it turns me on to watch you suck yourself off! You are truly one of a kind, sweetie!”
“Would you like to go for dinner, Hon? I am really hungry.” I ask hopefully.
“Sure Babe. Let me change my shoes.”
We dine at a new restaurant that specializes in Paella. I discover that I love Paella.
My gorgeous wife is still with me as we return to the hotel. My eyes tear as we enter the suite and she turns to kiss me on my lips.
“I am looking forward to sleeping together tonight, Honey.”
I thank my lucky stars for this night of being with my wife.
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The alarm goes off way to early, but the realization that I am headed to a fishing trip goads me out of bed. I gently raise her left leg to free Big John from between her legs. I notice that her hand has been cradling the wrapping on my cock head. I tear up as I kiss her softly on her forehead. I realize that she really does care about me.
My cheeks are going to get chapped if I don’t stop all this crying.
“Buy sweetheart, have fun.” she mumbles, turning on to her stomach.
I smile and realize that I am doing good already today.
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My fishing trip was fantastic. I caught the biggest beauty on the boat, and spent most of the day reeling the monster in. My arms, back and legs got a proper workout. My body feels great after the prolonged strenuous exercise.
We dine again at the Paella restaurant. We sleep together again that night. I could really get used to this. She fits perfectly against my stomach between my crotch and chin when we snuggle in the nestled spoons position.
I tongue her to a blissful orgasm. She rewards me by allowing me to suck myself off. Breakfast arrives right on time. We eat on the balcony watching the seagulls and hired help alter the beachscape.
Looking out to sea, she murmurs “Honey, I’ve made an appointment for us at 1:30 today. We need to take a car. The concierge says the trip is about an two and a half hours. Do you feel like driving us, or should we hire a car?”
Her asking me my preference is a distinct change from her normal mode. A little bell tinkles in my happy cobwebs. “Driving sounds fine baby.”
“If we get going soon, we could drive along the coast. Sound good?”
“Sure honey, I can be ready in a half an hour. Is that soon enough?”
“Sounds perfect babe,” she replies with a secretive smile.
Something is wrong. We almost sound like a normal honeymooning couple.
The drive is beautiful. Perfect weather, sun on the water leaving sparkles in the wake of the pelican and terns. I could definitely get used to this.
A few hours later, we pull up in front of a four story building signed with BIOMODS. I have never heard of it before. We are met at the big shiny highly polished stainless steel oversized front door by a tanned and handsome man in a white lab coat. He takes my wife’s elbow and guides her to their conference room. I follow at a respectful and, honestly, reticent distance. The room is full of people, all in white lab coats. I notice DR. in front of a number of their names. The little warning bell changes from a tinkle to bong. Will my oversized cock survive the day?
My wife is introduced all around. All of the people seem incredibly impressed by her, as if they already know all about her.
The lights go down, and medical pictures appear on a silently lowered wall screen. The presentation is impeccable. The presentation is about the erectile process of the human male.
Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!! Bong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lights come back up, and everybody turns toward me. The presenter asks if I am the present subject. Present? Subject?
My wife turns to look at me. She is suddenly coolly professional. “Please remove your clothes, honey.” My impression is that my wife is staring at me like I am an ant under a microscope.
Remembering my contract and potential consequences, I comply, recalling her stern warning on our flight to this “Paradise”. The reason she removed the dressings from my penis is now perfectly clear.
I hear the women suck in there breath as I lower my trousers and John dangles on his leash. The men lean forward in ‘clinical interest.’
My wife stands and walks to me. She takes John by the cord clipped into the cock ring hole, and holds him up with one hand while pointing to a location on his lower base. She explains that this is the “target location.”
Oh God, My cock is coming off today! I feel slightly faint.
The look of shock is obvious on my face, but she does not look up at me while she talks. During a pause, one of the doctors asks her if I am aware of the procedure.
My wife looks at him and replies in a somewhat aloof tone that I have no idea what is about to transpire.
I have a damn good idea, and am having trouble controlling my bowels.
Staring rather clinically at my blanched white face, he remarks “May we assure him that you are not discussing amputation?”
My wife looks at me and smiles that smile that says ‘Gotcha, babe!’
I visibly sigh with relief. I instantly weigh three tons less. My bowels stop pressing for relief.
Then my mind begins to worry about other, alternative possibilities.
My wife turns back to her work. Pointing at the base of ‘her’ cock again, she says “We’ll implant the stimulators here, here, and here. One for each column. We’ll run the antenna up and around along this line.” She takes a marking pen and draws a dotted line that curves around my shaft three times while traversing spirally from the bottom to the top of my shaft.
The presenter says “We have developed two types of antennas. One is smooth, basically a coated wire. The second has small nodules that function as amplifiers. The nodules are spaced about a half inch apart.”
“May I see an example of each, please?” My wife is clearly in control here.
The presenter motions at one of the female white coats. She gets up and leaves the room. My wife and the white coats chit chat about medical stuff that makes no sense to me.
The young lady comes back into the room with a long wire with little balls attached all along its length. My wife takes the wire and wraps it around ‘her’ cock along the line she has drawn on his shaft. She runs her finger along the wire, feeling the little balls attached to it.
She nods peremptorily. “This will be fine.” She hands it back to the white coat.
The presenter gets back up. The lights go down again. He points to a new picture of a man’s balls on the screen. “For ejaculation control, the embedded wires must be attached here and here.” He points to the place where a man’s balls hang from within the scrotal sack. “Testing has shown that this type of control works except under extreme stimulation. At some point, even the Ejaculation Control System can not be counted upon to stop the ejaculation process. The longest we have managed to control the ejaculation was two hours, thirteen minutes.”
“That will be satisfactory.” My wife relies. “When do you want to proceed?”
“We have reserved a surgery mod suite for this whole afternoon if you wish to proceed right away.”
WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA guys, let’s talk about this a bit!
“The sooner the better, lets do it now” she flippantly replies!
Silently I plead ‘Honey, lets think about this a bit longer before you modify this body of yours!’
My wife leads me by the strap on my cock ring as the white coats file out of the room.
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