Saturday, March 25, 2006

Schlongue Part Thirteen

I quickly suggest that they insert him while he is soft. Then they can ‘wiggle’ until he gets hard again. I don’t want to lose this chance to at least feel what it’s like to be inside a woman. They obviously are looking for viable solutions for experiencing Big John.

“We can tell stories as he cools off, what do you think?” Teach again.

“Just a sec…what does your pubic hair say?” inquisitive and observant Pooch.

“Big John.”

“What is that?”

“My wife’s name for my penis.”

“Good name!”

“OK, I’ll start.” Says Pooch. Her story is about the first time she tries to have sex. She is in the back seat of a very small car, not really enough room for one of them, let alone two. They never achieve union. It is so cold that he can’t get it up, and she is shivering so badly that she can’t even fondle him. They agree to abort and try again later.

“Well, did you ever make it?” Teach asks.

“No, we broke up before he could borrow the car again.”

“So when was your first time, then?”

“Well,… uuummmmm, a,……..That remains to be seen. Hopefully tonight actually.” Pooch blushes a bright red. Her eyes look down and then slide over to my unit, looking wistful.

“You’re still a virgin?” Teach blurts out.

No answer from Pooch, just further blushing and embarrassment.

“Don’t feel bad about it” I say, “I’m still a virgin too.” Three heads swivel as jaws hit the floor.

“You are kidding! I thought that was your wife we had dinner with.”

“It is. I’m too large to fit into her. She won’t even try.”

First Stretch, then Pooch and Teach come over, sit down by me, and give me a group hug. They all look down and realize that the physical contact is not helping Big John relax.

“I know!” squeals Stretch, “Let’s put him on ice. We could use a champagne bucket full of ice. That would shrink him down to a manageable size. I’ll order a bucket big enough for two bottles. She makes the call to room service.

“He said just a couple of minutes. He was confused as to why we didn’t also want champagne.”

“Let’s let the room service man see this cock when he gets here.” Stretch is very inventive, I can tell.

A few moments later, we hear “Knock, Knock, Knock. Room service!” Room service is a woman. But she is nothing if not professional. Into the room with the delivery cart, a brief glance in my direction as I lie there fully exposed, Pooch’s hand holding John up for full viewing, then on about her business. She checks out the bathroom for towels and cleanliness, then comes back in and stands by the bed on which I am lying, waiting for her tip. She uses the time that it takes Stretch to get her purse to visually fondle all of the women. I don’t think she prefers men. She shakes her head as she leaves.

“Well! That was disappointing!” says Stretch.

Stretch pours the first bucket of ice into the champagne cooler, then beckons for John to dive in. The second bucket of ice covers him all the way past my pubic hair, or at least where it used to be. I stand in front of the chair she sat the champagne bucket in, my manhood buried past my balls. I watch the women chittering with each other. Doesn’t take long for the chill to set in. My ice covered balls start to ache in only a few minutes. I can feel them sucking up into my body.

“While he shrinks lets all stretch ourselves out so that he can slide in easier” suggests Teach.

“How are we going to do that?” asks Pooch.

Teach leans back on her elbows, spreads her legs, and looks at Pooch “Put a couple of your fingers in me, then add a few more. Pretty soon you will have stretched me far enough that you can put your whole hand in me. It’s called fisting. I read about it on a sex website. Try it on me!” This is all said in a very matter of fact tone, sa if they do it every day.


“You ever done this before?”

“No but I have sure fantasized about it! Ever since I read about it, I have tried to figure out how to do it to myself. But my wrist will only bend so far.” Well . . . that was enough to start the competition going between them.

Pooch knelt down in front of Teach and starts poking fingers in her. Teach can’t help but be an instructor. “Take your time and spread me slowly so I don’t tear.”

Pooch slows down on her gang-bang on Teach’s privates. About fifteen erotic minutes and her hand is inside Teach.

“Now curl your hand into a fist inside me, slowly, and move it gently in and out of me.” Teach’s face turns into a huge grimace as Pooch tries to pull it all of the way out on the first pass.

“Ooooooooowe! Gently! Take your time, move against her resistance a little at a time.” Slowly after many strokes, Pooches hand can be pulled out and reinserted without much effort. Teach’s lips still extend out around her wrist as she withdraws, and get sucked into her when her hand goes back in, but Pooch can definitely fist-fuck her cunt now.

Teach looks at Stretch, her eyes are getting glassy. “Your hand is bigger, you do it now.” I think she is starting to really enjoy these intrusions.

Stretch kneels in front of Teach and starts to insert a few fingers. They go right in, so she next inserts all five of her fingers to the knuckle. A little resistance , but with very little pressure she is able to insert her hand inside as well.

“Make a fist and fist-fuck me!” Teach’s head is back and she is very close to orgasm. Two pumps by Stretch and she starts to shudder. It lasts for a long time. She collapses on the bed, legs still splayed, her cunt a gaping hole after Stretch removes her hand.

“OK, me next” giggles Pooch, ready for a big orgasm herself.

“Let’s have him stretch us out with his hands.” She tilts her head toward me as I stand there with my cock and balls hanging into an ice filled bucket, totally frozen by now.

They both grab the bucket and start to walk over toward the bed. “Let’s put the bucket on the floor, and then he can be on his knees while he stretches us out with those big thick fingers of his.”

They tell me to kneel down at the side of the bed as they also both kneel, setting the bucket on the floor so that my package stays inside the bucket, covered with ice.

They scramble onto the bed, scooting around so that both of their pubic areas are close to my face. They are lying side by side, and both draw their legs up at the same time, exposing their openings to my eyes. I can see that Pooch is very wet already, Stretch is apparently still needing stimulation.

I can smell their womanhood. Two distinct scents, yet the scents are very similar. I tentatively place a finger on each of their openings. Pooch shudders a bit while Stretch just stares at me. I begin to circle their openings with my finger, touching them as lightly as I can. Barely a feather’s weight on their sweet little nether lips.

Pooch again shudders, and then begins to undulate her hips vertically, as though to touch my fingers for a longer length of time. Stretch stares at her movements, and my finger, as I begin to slip into her vortex of desire.

I gently part Stretch’s lips to see what she has in store for me. Her bud is quite large. I touch it with as light a touch as I can muster. Stretch’s eyes get bigger, her eyes glued to my hand as I begin to circled her bud.

Pooch is now making rapid vertical strokes, I allow her to push herself onto my finger. She coos with each upward stroke of her hips. I hold my finger still now, but her hips are moving up and down far enough that my finger runs the full length of her pussy lips as she moves. I insert my finger each time her pink opening goes by. My finger is becoming coated with her juices. She moves her hips even higher, placing my wettened finger at the opening to her asshole as she strokes up and down. So I start pushing my finger into her anal pucker each time that it is made available to me. I try to time my finger thrusts for each opening, taking on juice at her cunt, then depositing it into her ass. She is now frantically thrusting her hips up and down as I invade her private regions.

Stretch is starting to get the hang of it too, and begins to fuck her hips vertically so that my finger slides up and down her lips. I see her flower begin to open, and wetness beginning to show. They synchronize their hip movements making it easier for me to plunge my fingers into them as they go by. Stretch is also now wet enough that I can start to lubricate her asshole with my finger.

Teach returns to the living and notices that I am not stretching them out, just turning them on. She puts one hand on each of their stomachs and says “Be still so that he can stretch you out.”

Their frantic finger fucking movements cease as they return to the reality from their internal worlds of fantasy.

Now that they are both very wet, I begin my own cunt fucking motion with my fingers. They each watch my hands as I insert one finger to my knuckle, then pull out to start on inserting two fingers. Within seconds I have gained access for three fingers in Pooch, but Stretch is still too tight for even two.

Pooch whimpers “God I love how big his fingers are. I am filled to bursting already, I can’t imagine what that schlongue is going to feel like in me.”

Stretch is now beginning to loosen enough to start my second third finger into her. I continue to finger fuck Pooch as I work on getting two, then three fingers into Stretch. Stretch begins to whimper “That kind of hurts. Take it a little easier on me.” I restrict the power that I use to push into her. She relaxes a bit as she feels me lighten up. That allows her pussy lips to stretch more easily. My fingers gain room. Soon I have all three fingers into both of them.

“Four?” I ask.

“Yes!” Says Pooch without hesitation.

Stretch is a little less exuberant. “Separate your fingers a bit to loosen me up before you try to pass another of those huge fingers of yours in to me.” I nod in understanding.

I withdraw my fingers from Pooch, and insert one finger from one hand in with two fingers from the other. I gently tug in opposite directions to begin to widen her opening.

Pooch sits up and watches my finger spreading the willing cunt lips of her friend apart. Pooch adds her fingers in between mine as my fingers begin to separate. Her thumb skims the top of Stretch’s clit as she moves her fingers in and out.

As I pull the Stretch’s cunt lips apart, Pooch adds more of her own fingers. Each time she moves her hand in and out, her thumb rubs Stretch’s clit. Stretch’s little nubbin rises until it is about an inch long. Pooch now has four fingers in between my fingers. We look at each other and Pooch nods, as though in agreement that Stretch is ready for another of my fingers. Pooch pulls her hand out, and I slip four fingers into Stretch’s waiting lips with little resistance.

“OH MY GOD! Does he really have four fingers in me? Bring me my compact mirror so I can see. In fact, take a picture it for my scrapbook!”. She stares at my hand inserted into her to the knuckles. “Rotate it around, I want to watch your hand fucking me. Wait until I tell my friends about this. God, look at that, my cunt is stretched out huge!”

“Still not big enough for that though!” Teach points at Big John shivering in the bucket.

Pooch flops back onto her back and raises her legs. “Now lets work on getting me stretched out more.”

With a little in and out motion I am able to get four fingers back into Pooch. I add my thumb after rotating my hand around a little inside her. Pooch shudders continuously as I slowly insert yet another finger of my other hand into her gaping opening. After a bit, I remove the fifth finger and try to insert my thumb and four fingers of one hand. Her moans have stifled as she puts her fist to her mouth and presses her lips.

At my thumb knuckle, she seems to reach her absolute limits of elasticity. She grimaces in pain. “Oh GOD, I just can’t take any more. Hold your hand still for awhile.” I hear the click of camera lenses as I wait for further instruction.

After a few minutes “OK try to push a little more…………AAAHH! It hurts too much! Oh god! Wait wait wait!”

She directs me to pull my hand out and for Teach to put her hand inside her. Her pussy accepts the full size of Teach’s hand with almost no resistance. “Oh god, fist me until I cum!” she moans.

Teach begins to thrust in and out of Pooch’s opening. Each movement brings grunts from Pooch. Within seconds Pooch passes beyond the edge of orgasm, and shudders for a long time before finally fainting dead away.

Schlongue Part Twelve

Dinner with three strange women and my wife was pretty interesting. My wife again made a date with a strange man, and informed the three women that I was their entertainment for the evening, that they could do with me what they liked, Wink - Wink.

When she stood to leave with her lover of the evening, she smiled at the women and then pointedly said to me, “Honey, remember our rules? Make sure you take very good care of these three ladies. See you in the morning about 9:00? I’ll be at the Hotel tonight again.” She leaned over to one of the women and whispered something into her ear. The lady immediately broke out into a broad grin. My wife looked at me with that perfect smile and winked as she sashayed away, her arm in the crook of tonight’s lucky lover. Did this sexy woman ever slow down?

I started to puzzled out what I could and couldn’t do this evening. The rules had severe penalties if I broke them, after all. ‘So…let’s see. I can’t cum, because she won’t be there to tell me I can. But I have to take care of all three of these obviously horney women.’ The two sitting on either side of me were already putting their hands on my thighs. Yep, and there is the foot in my crotch from the lady across the table. I surrendered by spreading my legs so they could each compete for me in their own way. I put my arms on the top of the booth we were sitting in and they snuggled up. My cock, wrapped under me as my wife desired, and attached to my belt behind, was a bit of a mystery to their enquiring hands and foot.

My balls were on the left side tonight, so the lady on my left played with them; a bit too roughly I might add. I think she thought they were my cock. Reasonable assumption if you aren’t married to my wife. Might be a very long night, the way things were going.

I finally suggested we take a walk down the beach a ways. There was still quite a bit of light from the retiring sun. They all grabbed their purses and hurriedly scooted out of their seats.

When we were on the beach they all shed their shoes. Then one of them took off her top, and that was all it took for them to all get naked. To me, they were all a seven to eight ranking on a scale of ten.

They stood thee with their fists on their hips, looked at me and, together said “Well?”

So, remembering that my wife could cut my cock off if she wanted, and knowing that she would probably talk to at least one of the women tomorrow, I invited them to help me strip. Three sets of hands fumbling with my clothes was kind of comical. They were really confused when they discovered my cock ring and attachment to my belt. But when John swung free, they all twittered and cooed. I could see them again assessing whether or not they could accept him.

Remembering that I had to keep them happy, I pulled all of them into my arms with a group hug. We watched the vanishing glow of the sunset as three hands took advantage of their closeness to touch him. I reciprocated by putting my hands on two breasts, gently rotating my finger around their nipples. My body responded instantly. I had some hope of consummation. So I said “Let’s go back to my room. It is going to be cool soon.”

One of the women had a better idea. So we all decided to go to her hotel room. They all grabbed something as we walked toward her room. Only one had a hold of my hand. My ass cheeks were being caressed by two hands. All three kept glancing furtively down at Big John. We collected clothing wherever we found it.

With his renewed girth, John was complaining loudly to me about the ache under the cock ring.

So here I am, I’m walking toward an unknown location with three women, highly competitive women at that, women that clearly have designs on my body. I have a very uncomfortable feeling about the upcoming activities.

As we sauntered along, hand in hand/cheeks in hands, I looked sideways at my three companions. The lady holding my hand was obviously in great shape. Her legs looked like she could run ten miles before breakfast. Her breasts, butt and stomach are flat, more muscle than shape. I decided that she may well be an aerobics instructor. Her hair color is the same in both places, always a good sign. I decided that she will outlast the other two, simply because of her ability to gut things out.

The lady clutching my left cheek has an average pair of hooters, slightly saggy, yet still firm enough to bounce while she walks. Her stomach has a slight pooch, but not enough to jiggle. Her hips and legs are her best features. The legs were very well shaped, and very long. I suspect that two or three orgasms will be enough for one night. How do I just know these things? Not from my very brief marital experience for sure! Must be my intuition. I decide to track reality versus my budding intuition.

The lady handling my right cheek has obviously already had at least one child. She has slightly visible stretch marks around her plump breasts that mar her seamless tan. But she has a real bounce to her walk that makes her breasts bounce saucily as we walk along. The sway of her hips suggests to me she resorts to frequent masturbation when she has no lover. She seems like the one that is most free about her sexuality. She licks her lips in anticipation as I watch her gaze inquisitively at Big John out of the corner of her eye.

The walk to her hotel is too short. Too soon I am watching her unlock her hotel room door. She beckons us inside. We make busy work by folding our clothes after shaking the sand out while standing on her balcony. It is dark, because she has not turned on the balcony light. I feel three hands on my butt as I bend over to lay my clothing on the table. One hand darts furtively down and runs surreptitiously under my sack. The hand then rudely checks out my ball size.

I stand back up and head back into the hotel room. Three pair of breasts follow me. ‘Stretch’ turns on a dim table light across the room from the bed. The three women confer briefly in nervous, giggly conspiratorial whispers, all three watching me out of the corner of their eyes while they whisper back and forth. I could hear snippets, like “..monster…”, “…sex slave…”, “…who first?”, and “…stretch that far…”.

So I asked “Anybody for a game of cards?”

That got their attention and seemed to break the ice. One last giggly glance at each other, and they marched single file over to me.

Stretch breaks the ice. “Lie down on the bed, on your stomach. Keep your legs over the edge of the bed.”

They all tittered nervously as I did what they told me without questioning it. Again three hands on my cheeks, but this time they separated my cheeks and began a manual investigation of my asshole. Two different hands poking at me. Don’t ask! I have NO idea why that was what they wanted to play with first.
“A little lubrication would probably make that a little easier” I suggested, try ing to be helpful. Only one pair of hands disappeared. But soon they were back and I could hear the contents of the tube being distributed to each. Sure enough, cold slick fingers soon were sliding in with no resistance. Within seconds there was again eight fingers inside me, and they began to stretch me open. Someone inserted their hand. I could feel the swell of their thumb, and the smallness of their wrist on the outside of their hand.

Sounded like Stretch again. “Look, his anus can take my fist without even stretching very much!”

One hand drops to my testicles. They were pulled back and down, as though to see their unfurled size.

Another set of hands tugged at John, also pulling him back and up between my legs.

Stretch again, “How big are you?”

“Six foot nine inches, two hundred forty pounds.”
Her voice was devoid of humor now. “No silly, this monster schlongue of yours, how big is it?”

“I can’t tell you. I have never been measured.”

“I’ve got a measuring tape in my sewing kit, I’ll get it.” The hands disappear from within me.

I feel the cool smoothness of a vinyl tape being held down his length. “Turn him over and measure it while he’s lying on his back.”
‘Oh good! Now I will be able to see who is doing what to me!’

Stretch grabs my cock head and vigorously pulls John toward my chest as Pooch again measures me. “Eighteen and a half inches. Pull harder, there, nineteen and a quarter from his stomach to the tip. We need to get him hard so we can measure how big around he is.”

Stretch again, “First measure him from the base of his balls to the tip. That is how you are supposed to measure a cock, right?” She looks at Teach for affirmation.

Teach reaches over and pulls John vertical. “Measure him like this first, then let’s measure him the other way. Let’s see which is longer.” She looked at me. “Raise and spread your legs so that we have better access to it.” she commands me.

They all finally agree that I am just under twenty inches. Then they confer on how to get me hard. They reject the idea of sucking on me because nobody’s mouth is that big. They discard several other ideas, then hit on the idea of tickling him. They search through Stretches suitcase until they find a soft camisole. They start tickling him with the fabric. The result is not satisfactory.

“Use your hands” I suggest.

Without hesitation six hands fondle my shaft, my balls, and my bulging glans. “Look at his cock ring. Look how it makes his schlongue head bulge out and .. wow!... look how small the ring is in comparison to his shaft . That must really pinch! Shit! Look at that rock in his ring!”

I finally appear to be erect enough for them to finish their job. Stretch and Teach continue to fondle John while Pooch measures at various locations on the shaft, and a then final measurement around his bulging head. By now John is beginning to pulsate. They agree that the largest diameter is fourteen inches. They also agree that the largest diameter is around his forehead.

Another conference. It turns into an inter-woman bitching session. “How are we supposed to get that damn thing into us?” and, “No way I could stretch that far” and, “God! That thing will split me!” comes from their huddle.

“Let’s poke him with a pin, so he will go down” proposes Teach.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Schlongue Part Eleven

“Honey, after you finish cleaning up all of his spilled cum, go take a shower Honey. We haven’t had a chance to walk on the beach yet. Remember to clean all of the cum up with your tongue. I’m going to shower while you clean Big John’s screw up.”

My poor sore cock head dragged around on the rough old carpet and burned every time I moved to lick up more cum. Finally the room seemed pretty clean of cum. Her see-through blouse was still going to need washing though.

The shower water burned him too. During my shower I realized I had totally lost count of how many times she had cum already today, after cumming all night by the way. Reluctantly, I have decided that I wasn’t going to count how many times she came anymore, unless it was with me.

At least the pressure in my balls was gone from John having letting go! The strapping marks were already disappearing, the redness fading, and the pain I had felt was different than smashing my finger with a hammer. There was something distinctly sensual in the sensation of pain from strapping. Almost like an orgasm in which the feelings of cumming were amplified beyond feeling good.. I realized that the memories of the pain of my cock being strapped were becoming erotic to me.

I realized that the skin under the cock ring was getting sore from the constant pressure the ring applied to my cock shaft. Especially with him being hard so much of the time now.

I hoped that a walk on the beach would be a little more restful than my morning had been.

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After my shower, my wife told me to stand in front of the chair she was sitting on. She took tweezers and started to pull the hair from my balls and the base of my cock, one by one. Over the next hour or so, she pulled every hear from my pubic area except the ones that spelled out “Big John”. She of course had to handle my cock and balls in order to do this, and John started to get unruly from her touch. She finally tied a gallon of water to him, through the small hole in the ring’s bulge. She tied the string short enough that the water bottle was just above the floor. This proved enough to hold my cock down, even when I had a hard-on.

After she finished sculpting my pubic hair, she brought a small hand bag that she fastened to my cock ring. “My make-up” she said. “Ready for our walk on the beach, sweetheart? We don’t need clothes.”

I had to walk carefully or the bag hanging off my dick would bounce severely off my thighs. We walked out of the hotel lobby onto the beach. After a short while I discovered a tempo that allowed me to motivate along without too much problem.

We walked down the beach for about a mile, enjoying the feeling of sand between our toes. Gorgeous bodies everywhere. I soon got a ‘semi.’

My wife glanced down at my crotch. “Did you put any suntan lotion on Big John honey?”

Embarrassed at my oversight, I looked down to check out the situation with my package. “Oh shit! My butt and cock are not tanned at all!”

“Come here, baby, I have some in my make up bag.” She unzipped the bag hanging from my dick and pulled out a tube of suntan lotion. “Massage it in really well.”

I was supposed to play with my dick and balls in public? “Thanks Sweetie!” What the hell! I started to apply the lotion to my butt and cock.

“Rub it into your glans really well, Honey.”

‘Yeah, right! She means get my cock hard in public so all the women can see what you own!’ I nodded, then muttered “OK”

After I had rubbed it in better, she said “That still isn’t enough. Rub John’s shaft and head more until the lotion is really rubbed in. Use your fist. Stroke it up and down from the base of your shaft up past your head.”

Very little additional rubbing resulted in my having a complete erection. She giggled then ordered me “Now turn around honey.”

As I turned around I realized that we were right in the middle of a whole bunch of women. They were all watching my actions with great interest.

“Bend over Honey and I’ll rub some on your butt.”

The women were watching raptly. My wife looked up and asked, “Anybody want to put suntan lotion on his cheeks?”

After only a slight hesitation, she got three takers. My wife handed the tube of lotion to the first one to arrive. Did I mention that the women are all nude?

The first woman spread lotion onto the hands of the other two, and they all started to apply lotion to my cheeks. Lady Two started working her way down between my legs. As she passed my asshole, she quickly pressed her middle finger in as her hand slowly passed by.

Lady Three was working her way around to my front, and took great care to message the lotion into my ball sack. Slow, sensuous rubbing motions. She kept licking her lips as she worked.

Lady Two, not to be outdone, continued to finger my puckered asshole. Lady One also reached in and jammed two fingers in, joining Lady Two’s finger in my clenching asshole. Lady Two was obviously highly competitive, because she jammed three fingers up my ass. I now have five fingers up an asshole that has not yet completely healed from my wedding night.

No matter to these women, Lady One quickly inserted all four fingers. Lady Two followed suit by jamming all four fingers in. Now I have eight fingers in my sore asshole. They started to tug away from each other, stretching my ass lips apart. This escalated into a tug of war. The lady with my balls in her hand was pulling one way, and both of the ladies with their fingers up my ass were pulling in two opposite directions.

I looked at my bride. She was smiling impishly, and obviously enjoying this little tug of war. No skin off her ass, right? Oh, yeah, it IS her ass isn’t it. It is attached to her solely owned boy toy.

By now I think you could have driven a Volkswagen Beetle up my ass hole. And my ball sack was still heading south.

The women finally started laughing at each other and let go. Or removed their fingers, as the case might be. Thank you GOD!

Sheepishly I asked “Do I have enough suntan lotion on now, Sweetie?”

My wife finally stopped laughing, then replied “I guess so darling! Ready to start back?”

Anything to get away from the three sadistic women! “Sure.”

My bride turned to the three women, who all had disappointed looks on their face, and with a straight face said “We will be dining at the ‘Lobster’ tonight, if you would care to join us?” All three sadists agreed to meet us at 8:30 that evening. They were twittering excitedly as we walked back down the beach.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Schlongue Part Ten

“Petite Morté!” her lover said, her Mr. Singleman with a tiny cock. He had obviously gotten my cock out of his mouth. Must have been because I had softened as soon as my darling had collapsed. Scared me pretty bad.

Mr. Singleman continued “It means that she got so turned on that the blood pressure in her brain dropped enough for her to faint. Don’t worry about it, big guy, it is the highest compliment a woman can pay you. By the way, how do you get that schlongue of yours in her? She is really tight even on my normal size cock.”

I chuckled to myself silently. Normal sized? Looked smaller than normal to me.

But I had to be civil. “I’ve never had it in her. She won’t let me fuck her. She says it would ruin her.”

“She’s probably right. You’d probably rip her wide open.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Well. I have a meeting I have to get to. Please give her my room number. Here, I’ll write it down on the notepad.” He started to walk to his clothes, then stopped and turned back toward me. “I have to tell you that I have never had a blow job from a man before, and I have never sucked a cock before. But that was about the best orgasm I have ever had. So . . . Thanks! Maybe we can do a repeat again sometime.”

Not unless forced to be my wife, asshole!

He picked up his trousers, shirt and shoes and walked naked out into the hotel hallway, tiny soft dick a wiggling.

Well, t least we knew his little cock and tiny balls were clean, and he was definitely limp.

Several minutes later I noticed that my wife was starting to stir. After breathing regularly for about five minutes, she held out her arms to me and said “Spoons!”

“Spoons?”

“You know my back to your belly, cuddling. Come here honey.”

I crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to her back side. She wriggled even closer, then raised her leg and reached back through then pulled ‘her’ schlongue in between her legs, then lowered her leg on top of it. His head was sticking about 8 inches past her belly.

We laid there for quite awhile, my cock hard again, pulsing between her legs. She reached down and gently started petting his head, like he was a puppy or something.

“Big John.”

“Huh?”

“Big John.”

“Oooookay!?????”

“YOU know, the song! ‘No body knew where John called home. He just siddled into town and stayed all alone.’ Or something like that. I’m going to call my gorgeous schlongue ‘Big John.’ I name everything I have. My car is called ‘Spunk,’ my house is called ‘Yoni.’ I like to name things so they seem more like they’re just mine. Now I own an incredible schlongue! And I have just named it.”

She giggled as she continued to pet her pet schlongue. I was having a terrible time not cumming. She had to be able to feel me vibrating in her hand, but she kept petting him.

We were quiet for a long time, me fighting the overwhelming urge to cum as she petted her schlongue’s head. Her thinking quiet peaceful thoughts I guess. Me fighting second by second not to explode.

After a bit, she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. “Honey, I have never been happier than I am right now. I have everything I’ve ever wanted. You complete me. I need someone just like you to take care of me, protect me, and satisfy me. You are doing a really great job handling my sexual proclivities. Please don’t take my dalliances with other men as a statement that I don’t like you. I really do. More than I ever thought possible. But I need my sex life the way it is. I love the way that you obey me. And I need that. I need to be in control. But I also need to know that you are there to protect me if it comes to that.”

She went on. “Honey, do you think you could identify the taste of his cum if I had him again? I hope that you will learn to tell whose cum is in me from the taste, so that I don’t have to tell you who I was with every time.

“Do you like cleaning me out after I fuck another man?

“Don’t worry about not being allowed to put Big John inside me, sweetie. I don’t need that. Especially since you are as good as you are with your tongue.” Her borrow furled into a question mark “Are you sure you’ve never eaten other women out? I can’t believe how good you are at it. You are an absolute natural.”

I felt like saying “Not much to it, just stick your tongue inside and swish it around.” But I didn’t. I had no more visualized her pussy on my tongue and her having an earth rattling orgasm than I lost control of Big John. Big time! John started shooting cum all over her hand, the bed sheets, the carpet beside the bed, and worst of all, her blouse.

After I finally calmed down, having finished with my unauthorized emissions, I heard her sigh in deep disappointment. Then she said, “Well, start cleaning it up with your tongue while I get the strap. Here, start with my hand.” She held her hand back over her shoulder near my mouth so I could clean her soft skin with my tongue.

After I licked my cum off her hand, she rolled over, my half-hard cock still between her legs. Her legs acted like a squeegee to coax the last load of cum out onto the bed sheets.

I got on my hands and knees and started licking my cum up from whatever it had landed. I was on my hands and knees licking it off the carpet when the first stroke of the strap hit me. Her aim was perfect, and the tip of the strap landed right on my asshole. I straightened up grabbing my ass, yowling.

“Damn it! Stand up and bend back over. Bend your knees. Put you hands on your knees and leave them there. I am going to teach Big John what happens when he cums without permission.

With that she again started strapping me on my ass cheeks, every third strap blow landing cleanly on my asshole. One strap blow to my right cheek, one to my left cheek, and then the third strap blow to my asshole, perfectly laid right down my ass crack. After about two minutes, she said “Stand up. Pull your shoulders back and stick your hips out in front of you so that Big John is fully exposed.”

I looked down and realized my sore cock was waggling as if to say hi to my friend Walter.

She started by strapping Big John on his top near the base. She worked her way out to his head, then landed four blows directly on his head, then one blow on the tip of his head. Then she started on the bottom of his shaft right next to my balls. Whack, whack, whack.

Again she worked her way down his length, one belt width at a time. Then four blows on his head. Whack, . . . whack, . . . whack, . . . whack. The next blow again landed right on the tip of his head. John was bobbing up and down like a short kid in the too deep end of a swimming pool.

The next series of blows was down the left side, and the next series were again on the right. Each series ended with four blows to his head, and a blow to his tip. I had never in my life experienced such pain. One would think a dick would get desensitized after awhile, but it only hurt more and more.

“Bend over again.” Her voice carried venom in it.

This time she stood in front of me. Bend your knees so that your chest is level with the floor.” She again started strapping my ass, but this time holding the belt at the end and landing the blows not only on my asshole, but down my cock and across my balls. I wanted to pass out with the pain from my balls. My cock wilted under the assault, getting in the way of her strapping.

She stepped around to my side and again started strapping on my ass cheeks and asshole. This time the strap tip landed directly on my aching pucker hole with every blow.

After what seemed like an eternity I heard “Stand up again, stick Big John out again.” This time she strapped him lengthwise, most of the energy from the belt being delivered to the base of my cock to start with. Then she started landing blows further and further out the length of my shaft, until the only thing being stuck was his head again. Then, back to his underbelly, same sequence, ending with blows only to his cock head.

After about seventy hours, she finally stopped. Just kidding, it just felt like seventy hours. Big John was again hard as a rock.

“So Big John likes getting strapped, huh?” She looked at the tears rolling down my cheeks and grinned a wicked grin.

I wanted to say “What do you want me to say? Just don’t strap me any more. I have had all I can stand for one day.” But I didn’t, I just stood there, slightly bent over to try to alleviate the pain Big John was screaming about.

She wasn’t through though. “God that turned me on! Lay down on your back, I’m going to rub myself off on that gorgeous piece of raw red meat.” She mounted me from above and rubbed her cunt lips up and down his sore shaft.

She put her small hands under his shaft and pulled him up against her soaking wet twat. Her knees were on top of my hips, digging into them. She continued to rub her wet little cunt up and down my incredibly sore shaft for about 30 seconds. Then she shuddered in powerful multiple orgasms. After several minutes, she collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, gasping for breath.

My ass and cock were fire engine red. My asshole burned every time I tried to move. I could see the juice lines were she had rubbed herself on my damn dick. Her cunt juice burned my bright red cock skin like acid on a burn.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Schlongue Part Nine

I didn’t get much sleep last night. Between her noisy orgasms, my unremitting hard-on, and the fact that the bed was way too short, I just cycled through the TV stations and worked on my journal. What a bunch of crap on TV at three in the morning!

I counted sixteen big noisy ones for her, including two while they were fucking by the hot tub on the balcony. I could hear the neighbors rooting them on.

My journal is certainly all caught up now!

At 9:00 AM sharp I walked into their room (her door wasn’t closed either) with their croissants and coffee. His unit was still soaking in her, she on top, leaning back on his chest as he leaned against the headboard. Her legs were spread in obvious display, probably for my benefit. His eyes were closed when I entered, basking in the afterglow of his wake-up orgasm.

She introduced me to him as her husband. He immediately went into major shrink mode when he saw my schlongue. He dropped out of her onto his legs, cum all over it, and still seeping out the end. She was also dripping onto him. She must have been pretty full to be leaking that badly.

She smiled demurely at me as if she was sitting on a cruise boat fully clothed. “Honey, set the tray down, please, then suck him clean before he dirties the sheets. I need to be cleaned too, as soon as you finish with him. Thanks Babe!”

He started backing away from me as I approached. I realized that this could be fun.

Blushing furiously, I leaned over his lap to start my latest designated job. My wife couldn’t let my first efforts to please her at this odious task go uncorrected. “No Honey, turn him around so that your gorgeous schlongue is over his face.” Her lover turned himself around.

I again leaned over and reluctantly took his itty bitty, teeny weenie little peenie into my mouth.

My cock was hanging limply beside his face, just the side of its head touching his cheek. His head was between my legs. The head of his little wiener was silky smooth. I sucked his limp dick into my mouth like a piece of spaghetti. Using my tongue I dutifully bathed all sides of his cock, swirling it under his glans to be sure that I removed any cum hiding there. Disgusted and repulsed, I could feel him begin to swell and harden.

My Bride giggled. “I think he likes you sucking his cock, Honey. Look he is getting hard! Don’t forget to clean his balls too.” She reached over and fondled his balls with one hand while she pinched and twisted his nipple with the other hand. He got hard in a real hurry under her touch. Still puny at twice the size.

He started to rub his cheek against the head of my cock. Slowly he turned his head, his eyes glazing over. He raised his chin, opened his mouth and licked the tip of the head of my dangling cock. His hips thrust upward into my mouth. His cock almost reached to the back of my mouth when it was pushed all the away in. His pubic hair was tickling my nose. He lowered his hips and again fucked up and down into my mouth.

He began to try to get the head of my cock into his mouth. My delighted Bride tried to help him by holding my cock in place so that he could try to put his lips around it. He reached up with both of his hands and started to stroke it up and down, stroking my full length with his hands. He started moaning in rhythm with his hip thrusts as both his hips and head started to move vertically to more fully experience me. What a limp wrist!

As I hardened under the incredibly pleasurable touch of my bride, the ring around my cock became visible.

With a really hard thrust of his head, he stretched his jaws enough to take the head of my cock into his mouth, his lips around the ring. His teeth painfully scraped the top and bottom of my cockhead.

Again my Bride started chuckling. She began coaxing her lover on. “Honey, you are born cock sucker! Now, honey, grip his prick tightly with your lips, and push your tongue against the top of his cock, especially his cock head. Yeah! Like that! Fuck his mouth and suck his cock!” She excitedly urged her lover on.

Her hands were massaging both of our balls now. As she touched my cock, teased all night by her noisy sexual sounds, it was all I could do not to blow my sperm into her lover’s mouth. My cock had been quivering all night, wanting to ejaculate. Now it was absolutely vibrating.

Her lover pushed harder and more rapidly for a few more strokes, than he stiffened as he came. Not much cum, but then this was the end of a long night of fucking with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. His cum tasted slightly bitter and somewhat grainy.

My wife turned her attention back to me. “Good job honey. I absolutely love watching you suck another man’s cock, and it thrills me to see a man take that prodigious cock head of yours into his mouth. I love to watch you get sucked on by a man. Come over here and clean my excited little cum-filled pussy out now.” Her knees were up next to her delectable breasts. Her puffy lips were wide open, ready for my tongue.

I couldn’t get my cock head out of his mouth, his jaws were locked open around it. As I had gotten harder, the head had become firmly wedged between his jaws. I had to drag him over with my cock to where she lay.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you are dragging a man around with your schlongue! Look at you! He can’t get your hard cock head out of his mouth! God! I am so wet watching your incredible monster have it’s way with another man’s mouth! Stick your tongue up my twat and clean his cum out of me, honey. I can’t wait any longer to have your tongue up inside me. Tongue fuck my cunt honey. Oh GOD! Tongue fuck it hard! UUUHH! UUUHH! God, I’m already coming and you haven’t even got your tongue all the way in me! Fill my quim Honey! GOD! I’m coming, I’m coming, suck the cum out of my cunt. Tongue fuck my sloppy stretched out cunt with that big hard tongue of yours. I’m coming again UUUHHH! UUUHHH! God! Tongue fuck me more baby! I’ve got more cum left in me. Stick that tongue clear up there and get the rest of that fucker’s cum out of my cunt! Do you like the taste of other men’s cum, Honey? Do you like cleaning me out after they fuck my cunt for hours? UUUUHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK I’m cuuuuuummmmmming agaaaaaaaain!”

I couldn’t drive my tongue any further into my wife. My tongue was literally circling her cervix as it was. I tried to thicken my tongue for her amusement. Suddenly she just collapsed onto the bed and lay there, totally motionless.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Movie Review: Firewall

Movie Review: Firewall

1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”

Overall Rating: 9

Ratings for:
Dialogue: 9 Tight, taught, suspenseful
Acting: 9 Harrison Ford is at his understated best
Directing: 9 Hardly a wasted second in the plot! WOW!
Scariness: 7 But I would rate suspenseful as a 10. One of the most suspenseful movies I have ever watched
Music: 8 The movie was so suspenseful that the music disappeared into the plot

Ratio of bald men to men with hair: 2 to 10
Percentage Chic Flick: 6 Family theme drew me in
Percentage Macho Flick: 8
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 7

Special Effects: 8 so cleverly incorporated that they were not obvious
How true to the book was it? Have not read the book, if there was one
Reality Ratio: 5 I hope this is not true to life!
Enthrallment: 10 Utterly fantastic
Worth the price of admission? SEE THIS ONE ON THE BIG SCREEN if you can!

Recommendation: Do it! Just DO IT!

Movie Review: 16 Blocks

Movie Review: 16 Blocks

1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”

Overall Rating: 7

Ratings for:
Dialogue: 6 Tended to drag a bit as the writer searched for ways of making the movie socially significant
Acting: 7 Mos Def really got on my nerves, as his character was supposed to. Brucie baby was his normal stoic asshole we all love so much.
Directing: 4 Too much emphasis on Brucie’s character.
Scariness: 7 It did leave you with some heart in throat situations!
Music: 5 Nothing special

Ratio of bald men to men with hair: 1 to 10
Percentage Chic Flick: 2
Percentage Macho Flick: 7
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 7

Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? Have not read the book, if there was one
Reality Ratio: 5 I know there are bad cops, but to this extent, so high up? Doubtful, I hope
Enthrallment: 7 Editing and directing could have been much better
Worth the price of admission? Rent the DVD. I love NetFlix!

Recommendation: Don’t take your date unless she is a died in the wool Bruce Willis fan

Schlongue Part Eight

My wife and I checked into our beachside hotel and went up to our top-floor suite. The sun was getting ready to set, so I moved onto our beach side balcony to watch. As I surveyed what was now our “kingdom” for the next week, I happened to glance over to my right. Sitting there on the balcony, totally nude, were three women and a man, also watching the sun set. They smiled at me, waved, and then immediately went back to their sunset watch.

I looked down at the beach below, and realized that most of the people on the beach and the patio below were also naked.

My delectable wife came out onto our patio, also naked. I noticed, finally, that she really had no tan lines. I could feel myself hardening as I watched her perfect breasts bobble elastically as she walked toward me.

She smiled at me as she squinted against the last glimmers of the sun disappearing below the ocean. “I love our suite. You?”

I quickly returned to reality from my full blown sex fantasy, “It’s beautiful! Perfect view. Beautiful neighbors too!” I glanced quickly over toward the foursome on the next balcony. My wife returned their wave just as I had.

Hand in hand, we watched the sun sink below a red and orange sea. Breathtaking!

We dined at a nearby restaurant that specialized in the more expensive local dishes.

My wife wore a nearly transparent blouse with a white skirt that was split half way up her hip. She clearly was wearing no bra, and either a white thong or no panties at all.

Before we had left our hotel, she had carefully instructed me on how she wanted me to wear my penis, sorry, schlongue whenever I was wearing clothing. She had me hold my balls aside, while she grabbed my schlongue and wrapped him down under and between my legs. She then pulled him back, tight, and up so that the head rode up near the top of my butt cheeks. In order to keep him in the desired position, she put a short gold chain through the hole in the bulge in the cock-ring, and placed the hook at the end of the chain over my belt. She showed me how to fasten the hook to my belt before pulling up my trousers. Obviously I will be using a toilet stall instead of a urinal from here on out!

The restaurant she chose had great food. I watched as all of the male waiters made multiple passes by the table with their eyes carefully out of focus so that their peripheral vision was working well. Her dazzling smile at the waiters and servers, even as they ogled her cleavage made more visible by the fact that her blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, caused them to almost drop what ever they were carrying. She looked as sexy as any woman I had ever seen, that is for sure.

I ate too much during the first four courses. Remembering my vision of my severed cock, sorry, schlongue, being served for lunch, I skipped several courses, as well as dessert. I realized that I had better find a place to workout while we were here.

Interesting sensation, sitting on my cock. I could feel his girth pressing on my asshole. I became aware that he would often swell in response to the surrounding visual stimuli, such as my wife’s world class hooters clearly on tempting display for everyone to ogle.

Between the fourth and fifth course, a man was shown to a table near ours. He was obviously alone, because the waiters quickly removed the other settings from the table. My wife’s perfect, inviting smile was quickly answered by a drink delivered, courtesy of Mr. Smirking Singleman.

After sending a drink back, my wife looked him in the eye, and deliberately removed her wedding ring in clear view of both him and me. We finished our dinner in a rather frosty silence, and after she had her desert, she leaned over and said “Honey, please sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. I will need the master bedroom for me and my new friend here. Leave your bedroom door open in case I need you. Please bring us croissant and coffee at 9:00 AM sharp. And honey, be nude when you bring us breakfast.”

Well, I certainly didn’t see THAT one coming!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Schlongue Part Seven

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

“Did you enjoy your little wedding gift surprise, honey?” my wife asked me, her most impish grin on her face.

I had to stop and think before I answered. I mean it is not everyday that you find out that seven men have fucked your bride on your wedding day, after you married her, and before you even get to see her naked for the first time. It isn’t everyday that your bride shows you the video of her getting fucked by seven different men, all supposed friends, including my best friend. It isn’t every day that your wife has you clean her cunt of the cum of seven men that have each fucked her twice as a prelude to your wedding night. It isn’t everyday that your new bride, having fucked so many men that she is too tired to fuck you, jambs flowers up you ass and down your cock, and makes you promise to hold your cum and her flowers in your ass until she wakes up the next morning.

On the other hand, I was now hers. I was literally owned by her. I had to do whatever she said I was to do. She could sell me to someone that was an old hag, castrate me, cut my cock off, or anything else she wanted to do. I had horrible visions of her cutting my penis off and having it cooked, then having it served at a luncheon.

To counteract my scary thoughts, I forced myself to think about the incredible orgasm I had this morning. I then thought about how she had so thoroughly enjoyed my tongue as I cleaned her cunt of fourteen cum loads. And it had been exciting!

I finally decided that it was time to get into my new roll. I decided I had better answer her question that was still hanging in the still air of the first class cabin.

“It was quite a surprise, Honey.”

“But did you like licking me clean after I was filled fourteen times?” she whispered into my ear. Her breath tickled my ear. She put her hand on my cock and rubbed it a bit. She pressed her tit against my bicep and I felt her nipple harden. My cock sprang to sudden attention. I mean, what can I say? I love her to death, and she is one sexy (and I now understand) horney woman. And she had finally touched my cock.

“Can I ask for one special favor?” I asked

“What?” She sounded a bit peeved that I would change the subject.

“Can you call my penis a cock, instead of a schlongue?”

She chuckled as she leaned back into her seat. She thought for about thirty seconds, and then leaned back over and said “Honey, your penis is not a cock. It is the biggest piece of meat I have ever seen on a man in all of my medical experience. To call it a cock is to belittle it. Pardon the pun. You will hear my friends that get to see it, play with it, maybe even fuck it, call it a schlongue with the greatest of reverence. Take it for the compliment it is.

“A cock is no longer than about ten inches. In our little Mod Squad group the next size up is a sausage. At about 14 inches, we call it a schlongue. That way we all know what we are describing when we are discussing men. You schlongue is not only long, but it is thick as well. I have never seen a human penis of anywhere near your length, let alone one that is anywhere near that thick. I am so small that you would probably wreak havoc inside me for months if you put that thing in me, maybe even forever. You would mostly likely tear my vaginal walls wide open. The “Kama Sutra” talks about the sizes of people’s sex organs. It describes them as small, medium, and large. In reality the size of human sex organs can be better described by a bell curve.”

She took a pen and drew a curve that started on the left at the bottom line, then went up to a tall inverted curve at the middle, and then curved back down to the bottom on the right. It looked like a bell shape all right.

“Some men have a penis as small as an inch long. It can be hard for the delivering doctor to even determine the sex of the baby. These small ones are the left side of the bell curve here.” She pointed at the bottom of the bell on the left side. “In the middle of the curve, up here where the curve is highest, the length would be just under seven inches. The vast majority of men are between five and seven inches long. The average penis size is six and a half inches long and about one and half inches in diameter.

“Women are the same way. Some women, such as myself, have very small vaginas. The maximum we can take is six or seven inches, and the inserted member can’t be very thick, say not over two inches in diameter. The average woman can take up to nine inches, and can stretch out to about three inches in diameter. During childbirth, damage to the uterine wall usually does occur to all but the women with the very largest vaginas. Anything over about seven inches in length inserted into the vagina can cause the average women to have bladder infections from the pummeling her bladder takes when the man thrusts into her strongly, such as during his orgasm.

“The same is true of peoples’ mouths. Some, such as me, can service only small penises. Some with very large mouths can take very large members. Throat size varies the same way. I was absolutely amazed that you could put that monster of yours down your throat. I would have bet money that your schlongue could not have been swallowed by even the fat whore in charge of blow jobs at the whore house! You are, with out question, large in every way, and everywhere.”

“I was also amazed how limber your back is, to be able to get the base of your schlongue all the way to your lips. And I’ve got it on video! Your first orgasm ever; makes me wet just to think about!

“But there are some other very important things to talk about as we get to know each other better.”

“How did you know what size ring to buy?” I asked.

I had your buddy measure you with a string while you were dreaming last month when you two went camping.”

My buddy had been playing with my cock? That god damn son-of-a-bitch!

The “Fasten Seatbelt” sign came on, and I moved back to my seat for landing, still steaming. I had another vision of my cock being roasted over a cozy fire and decided to keep quiet.

Schlongue Part Six

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

We had an eight hour flight to our honeymoon destination. We brought along books, her laptop computer, and several magazines. She also had me carry-on the camera bag containing both the video camera and her digital camera.

She had reserved two seats for each of us in first class, so we had an entire front row to ourselves.

I have to say that was a really good idea. She could almost lie down in her two seats. I could at least set things off to the side and not have to carry everything on my lap. After she had taken a short nap, and after the in-flight ‘meal’, she motioned me over to her side of the isle. She had her laptop computer on her lap. She asked me if I had any questions about our pre-marital agreement that I had signed.

“No, not really.”

“Did you read it carefully, honey?”

Something in the tone of her voice told me that I should come clean and own up to the fact that I had only skimmed a couple of the pages before signing it.

“Honey, your telling me you signed the contract without carefully reading it?” she said with that ‘I can’t believe you would do that’ tone.

“Yeah” I replied, hanging my head and shrugging my shoulders at the same time.

“Well, lets go over it line by line now.” She selected a file on her laptop and turned the computer so I could see the screen.

“This says that I own you, lock stock and barrel. I can sell you, trade you, let others use you as I see fit, feminize you, tattoo you, what ever I want to do to you.”

That got my attention! “What do you mean feminize me?”

“I can have breast implants put into you, cut off your schlongue, castrate you, what ever I want to do.”

Yeah, she had my attention now for sure!

She must have seen the look of panic on my face because she softened her harsh tone a little bit. “Don’t worry, Honey, your body is too beautiful to alter too much.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “But it will be your job to keep your body as fit, limber, and perfect as you possibly can. I don’t want to ever have to remind you of your workouts, your diet, or the other things that this contract requires of you. Am I clear?

“I intend to use you as the perfect backdrop for me. You are to be my servant, at my every beck and call. When I say strip, I don’t even expect to see you give me that quizzical look you sometimes get, as you are stripping naked.

“Also, I may allow others to use your body for sex, or labor, or for their own gratification. I expect you to treat other people that I may have loaned you to just as well as I would expect you to treat me. You must understand that you are mine now. Not just in the marital sense, but in the same sense that I would say that I own a car, or a dog. I have married you so that if I ever decide to have children, there will be no questions about paternity. You are very large, very strong, trained in the martial arts, and drop dead gorgeous. Your face is incredibly handsome, with your dimples and perfect smile. Your blond hair and physique will be a perfect backdrop to my own beauty. Had I understood how large you schlongue is, I may have had second thoughts, but there is always artificial insemination if I decide to conceive. However your tongue is perfect: length, strength, and thickness. It is almost the size and length of an average man’s cock. So whenever I need to cum and don’t have a regular size cock to use, you can service me with your tongue instead. Your fingers are also about the perfect size for my openings. You must understand though, I intend to remain free to pursue any other man that I desire for sex. Or woman I might add.

“You, however, may not have any sexual relationship with another person unless I specifically say you can. You are not to have an orgasm unless I tell you how, when, and how much. You did very well this morning, by the way.

“I really enjoyed seeing how much cum those balls of your balls carry. I was also impressed with how limber you are. It made me so wet finding out that you can truly deep throat yourself. Before this morning, I really didn’t think that was possible!

“I will be devising tests for you. When you pass a test, I will also devise a reward. The reward may be allowing you to cum, or to touch me, or to do something else that you really enjoy.”

Well, what could I say. I mean, I love this lady with all of my heart. She is smart, works very hard, is honest as the day is long, not to mention the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She continued on in her teaching voice. “I want you to read this contract on a line by line basis. If you have any questions at all, come and ask me. I will be asking you questions about the contract when you finish, just to make sure that you fully understand it. So head back over to your seat and start reading.” And with that, I was dismissed. She went back to reading her journals.

It took me about four hours before I felt that I clearly knew what I had gotten myself into. Whenever I got discouraged, I thought about how good my orgasm felt this morning. I thought about how exciting it was to see her naked, to feel her touch me, how she had not yet asked me to do something which was not good for me. Then I realized that I had already signed the contract, and that it was obviously too late to back out legally. I had initialed every page, and signed it with my own inimitable signature several weeks before.

So…I was now a slave for all intents and purposes. My freedom could be had only if she gave it to me, or she died without selling me, or she did sell me and my new owner set me free. I had a hard time thinking of my self as property. The concept of me being sold kind of freaked me out, to be honest.

I moved back over to her side of the isle and asked “So why did you pick me to be your husband? You could have had anybody. You had lots of men after you.”

“Because I could tell that you were subservient, and that you need someone to direct you. You need to feel that you belong to someone, someone that is in control of you. I am a control freak. We seem to fit.”

Well, thinking about it, I guess having a really domineering mother and a quiet, receding father could cause me to feel that way.

“Any other questions?” She seemed a bit impatient.

Better to let her set the tempo. My testicles were at stake here! “No.”

So then she asked me questions about the contract for about an hour. I passed the test (thank god!). I learned as much about the contract, and my new wife, from her questions as I did reading the contract. She told me that for doing so well, I was going to give myself a blowjob again tomorrow morning.

Then she pulled out the video camera, plugged it into her computer, and turned it on. She giggled delightedly as she opened the screen that shows videos on the computer. “Here is what I was doing while I was gone from the reception.”

Someone besides her had been running the video camera. I watched the computer screen as she flirted with my best friend who was my best man at our wedding. My wife handed me a set of earphones so I could hear what they were saying to each other.

She was explaining to my buddy that she wanted to give me a really special present that night. When he asked what it was, she explained that she wanted to have every one of the groomsmen in the wedding deposit their cum in her. She wanted to let me eat her out that night and taste all of the men that had cum in her!

There were seven groomsmen in the wedding.

She explained that only he (my best friend) could actually fuck her. All of the others would get a blowjob, and just before they came, she wanted them to put just the head of their cocks into the mouth of her pussy, and deposit their cum into her. After each load of cum, she was going to plug herself back up so that she didn’t lose any of her gift to me. She showed him the little penis shaped plug she intended to use.

I could see my best friend getting a hard-on as she talked to him. He kept sneaking a glance down her dress. It was hard to be sure from the angle of the camera, but I suspect he could even see her nipples. I had to work hard to control my temper. I felt so betrayed.

My wife explained to me that all of her bridesmaids were part of her little group, and that they did these kinds of things. Her bridesmaids were going to video, photograph, and assist in this orgy.

In the video, my buddy was fully erect now. She reached over and patted his bulge while she grinned at the camera.

“Go get everybody for me while I get ready for all of you to cum in me, would you please?”

About 30 seconds later all 14 people trooped in. My girlfriend Bride was already lying on the table with her legs spread, her pink little pussy exposed, and was grinning at all of the men through the spread of her legs.

The women obviously already knew what was going to happen. My best friend was stripping as he hurriedly explained to all of the groomsmen what was happening. His cock was already hard as it emerged from his boxer shorts. As he headed over to get his fuck from my Bride, my other friends all started to shuck their clothes. The gals started to take pictures. They all had cameras and video cameras.

My best friend plunged right in to my wife’s cunt, fucking for all he was worth. I could hear his balls slapping her ass. I could hear her starting to cum after only about 30 seconds. She came for about 3 minutes, until my buddy blew his cookies into her beautiful (Yeah, I know) pussy. The second guy in line at the wedding was already hand fucking for his turn. My best friend had no more than blown his wad than the second guy moved over and tried to plunge in. The Maid of Honor (my wife’s best friend) grabbed his cock and explained the procedure to him. Blow job until just before he came, then just his head into her pussy opening while he blew his load.

All of the guys were stroking themselves now, so it wouldn’t take all that long for them to be ready to deposit each of their loads of sperm into my Bride.

Number two moved up to her head and held his cock for my Bride to suck on.

My wife raised her head, opened the front of her dress fully exposing her tits, and said “Hey guys, come suck and enjoy my tits while I give you all blow jobs and you cum inside me.”

Under the supervision of the bridesmaids, each man in turn moved from sucking and fingering her nipples, to getting his cock sucked on. She reached out and took one cock in each hand as they stood beside her and played with her tits. As soon as someone would start to strain, the Maid of Honor would grab his cock and take him around to my wife’s snatch, insert his cock head into her, but keep him from inserting himself any further. Several of the gals would stand by him and play with his balls and stroke his cock until he shot his load into my wife’s eager, runny pussy.

After seven had made their deposit, my Bride asked her Maid of Honor “Am I completely full of cum yet?” Her friend opened her pussy lips a bit, and said that she could still take some more.

So all of the guys went around again. Same sequence: blow job until they were ready to cum, then just their cock head in her pussy while they ejected their cum. This time around you could see the cum starting to leak out as the last cock took his second turn. It ran down across her ass opening.

“Who wants to clean up the spillage while I put in the plug, guys?”

All seven men immediately knelt beside my Bride’s gorgeous cum soaked pussy and competed to lick her ass clean as more and more cum dribbled out while she inserted that tiny prick into her puffy lipped, very full of cum, cunt.

When the video had stopped, my wife turned the video camera off, then turned to look at me.

“Did you enjoy your little wedding gift surprise, honey?” she asked me, her most impish grin on her face.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Thank you Karen!!!!

I wanted to give a special note of thanks to Karen for taking the time and making the effort to post for me while I was away on vacation.

You did a great job, honey. Thanks, from the bottom of my heart!

Kisses and hugs
Deni

Schlongue Part Five

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

The first thing that she said when she woke up was “Let me see your journal honey!”

So she read it word by word and then told me how much she appreciated my staying awake most of the night to guard her flowers. She did say that I was a very bad boy for crushing the flower that was in my cock.

Then she got up, grabbed her cameras and started photographing me again. The morning sun was streaming through the window, and she wanted to take full advantage of it.

After about a half hour of taking picture after picture, she videoed pulling the flower out of my cock, then finally let me pee. She videoed me peeing with the flowers up my bottom. She really seems to be a camera freak. She kept muttering “They will never believe this!” Finally she videoed pulled the flowers out of my butt, one at a time, and let me return to use the bathroom with out the video camera running.

Breakfast was delivered to the room by a bell hop. My bride instructed me to be naked and meet the bell hop at the door. She left the bathroom door cracked so that she could see into the room. When the knock on the door came, she turned off the bathroom light.
The video camera was, of course, running again.

The bellhop was sure surprised when I opened the door. She was blushing a bright red as she stood there gaping at me, her hand over her mouth, her eyes glued to my crotch. Her eyes simply could not stay off my penis. I was really embarrassed! When she was leaving she managed to brush my penis with the back of her hand. I say “managed”, because it was really obvious that her touch was deliberate.

After the bellhop left, my wife came out of the bathroom in a very sheer, see-through dressing gown. We sat down to breakfast, both famished, and made quick work of the meal.

My bride, during our breakfast conversation, told me she had a dream last night. I am thinking “UH-OH, busted!” But she described a dream in which I sucked myself off. In her dream I had gotten into the same position that she had previously had me in where my back was against the couch, my shoulders on the floor, my ass in the air full of flowers. Then, in her dream, I had put my cock head into my mouth and sucked on it until I came. I have to admit, I was rather shocked by my wife’s description of her dream.

“Can a man really suck himself off?” I asked.

“Absolutely! As long as your schlongue is, you should have no problem at all honey. You may even be able to deep throat yourself. In fact I am getting wet again just thinking about it. Why don’t you do it so I can watch you in real life this time?”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No, honey, I’m not. And I really want you to do this for me.”

“The camera is going to be running right?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes sweetie, I don’t want to miss anything on our honeymoon. Of course the camera is going to be rolling. Just go over there by the couch and have you own cream for desert. I am getting so wet thinking about this!”

“What do you mean by ‘deep throat’?” I asked.

“Haven’t you ever watched a porno before honey?”

I explained that I had never watched a porno, had never had sex with a woman, and then I sheepishly admitted that I had not even seen sperm before.

“You have never masturbated before?”

“I’ve heard the guys talk about it, but no, I’ve never jerked off.” I was proud of myself for knowing what that term meant.

My wife put her hand over her mouth as if to hide a smirk. “You’re a crystal clean virgin! Incredible! I am going to have SO much fun breaking you in! I cannot believe this. The very first time in your life you cum, I get to watch, and you’re going to cum into your own mouth! GOD! What a turn on! Don’t worry, I’ll help you through the whole thing. Just a minute, I’m going to get out some dildos to have fun with.”

I can’t believe that she has this much power over me! I am actually ready to do it for her! The fact that I was in a state of prolonged sexual, ball-aching frenzy probably was what casued me to agree. After all, I had watched her little pussy orgasm at least 12 times in the last 8 hours, had a hard-on for almost all of that time with a tight ring around my cock head, and had flowers stuck into my ass and my cock. My balls and penis ache from sexual tension, and my ass is really sore. What else could drive man to suck his own penis?

“OK Honey, I’m ready” she said holding several pink penis shaped objects in her hand. None of them were my size, so I figured they were for her to use in her own opening.

I laid down on the floor next to the couch, then swung around until my legs were sticking up into the air, and brought my knees down near my chest. I stay pretty limber as a part of my martial arts training.

“Pull your knees down under your shoulders, baby. That way you can use both arms to play with yourself.”

My wife is filming this whole silly thing. With my right hand I pulled my soft cock down to my lips.

“Lick that drop of clear stuff off the end of your schlongue sweetheart.”

It tasted just like my finger had when I pulled it out of my wife early this morning. She moved over above my face so that I could see her pussy and breasts above me. She looked upside down to me. But I had a wonderful view of her body to spur me on. She spread her legs so that she was directly above my face, her feet snuggled up to my shoulders.

Then I took my purple knob into my mouth. The head of my penis felt incredibly soft and smooth, almost velvety. My lips could feel the cool metal of the ring all the way around my cock head. My cock head was really bulging. As I felt my lips engulf the head of my penis, I realized that he was rapidly lengthening. As he got longer and longer, the head slid back in my mouth and began to bump against the entrance to my throat. My wife reached out and pushed down on my buttocks to push my penis even further into my mouth.

“Now run your schlongue in and out of your mouth. Suck hard on it when you pull out. Then as you push in, run your schlongue head down your tongue. Fuck your mouth with that gorgeous schlongue.” She started to finger her little pussy as she watched me.

So she did like my cock! But why did she keep calling it a schlongue all of the time? What the hell is a schlongue?

Again she put her hand on my butt, her middle finger on my bum hole. She pushed my butt down as my cock ran into my mouth, then released as I pulled my cock up past my tongue. God this DOES feel good!

Before long I could feel my balls start to tighten. I was stroking in and out of my mouth as though I had been doing it all of my life. She kept rhythm with me, pushing down and releasing pressure as my bum pumped up and down. Each time she pressed down her middle finger would go a fraction of an inch further into my anus.

I looked up and saw that she had stuck one of her pink penises into her glorious pussy opening. She was moving it in and out of her body with the same steady strokes that matched mine. I thought briefly of the first tongue job I had given her, and how hard she had cum.

My penis started to tighten. I had never had these sensations before. I vaguely realized that I was about to experience my first orgasm. That is until she pulled the pink cock out of her snatch and shoved it down into my inflamed asshole! She had no problem at all getting it in there, but it sure reminded me that I had had flower stems in my damned asshole all night long! The searing burning curtailed my immediate need to cum. I stopped pistoning into my mouth.

“Don’t stop fucking your mouth Honey! I was just delaying your very first orgasm a little bit, so that it will REALLY be spectacular when you have it! Keep pumping, honey, you’re really turning me on. God, what a view!” With that she pulled the fake penis out of my ass and put it back inside her.

Well, I now knew that I needed to do something in the worst way, and I figured it was to cum. So again I started to cock shove myself in and out of my own mouth. She was really pushing hard on my ass now, forcing my cock head further and further into the back of my mouth. Her finger was buried to her knuckle again, and she pumped it in and out as she continued to push down then let up on my ass.

“Pull your tongue forward, honey, so that I can shove your cock right on down deep into your throat.”

Not that there was a lot of room in my mouth right about now. But I did manage to push my tongue forward against my bottom teeth, and sure enough, on the next thrust my penis went right on down into my throat. My penis head now completely filled my throat. It felt like having my penis in a very tight fist.

I brought my hips back up so that my cock head’s tip was barely between my lips, then thrust it back into my throat, deeper this time. After only a few more thrusts, I could feel my balls boiling again.

She could see that I was again very close to cumming, so she again yanked her damned dildo out of her opening and jammed it down my burning bum all the way to the hilt.

That slowed my need to spurt down! But this time I kept thrusting my cock into my mouth in spite of her raping my butt with that pussy soaked dildo. I was now getting my penis about nine inches into my mouth from what I could tell. A couple of more inches and I would start feeling my balls hit my forehead.

Again she withdrew the dildo, and reinserted it into her shivering cunt, pumping herself furiously. Her breasts were bobbing up and down with each of her strokes. She looked like she was jumping up and down on a trampoline.

This time there was no stopping me. I was fucking my mouth like a mad man. I could feel my nuts starting to clench and churn. I thrust harder and harder. My balls started slapping my forehead. I could feel the hair around my cock shaft against my lips each time I fucked into my mouth. I was long stroking him, pulling my hips up until just the very tip of my cock was in my lips, then thrusting down as hard as I could until my cock was completely ensconced within my mouth and throat. Yes, I now know what deep throating means, and I like it!

I was now fucking my mouth so fast and powerfully that my balls were being thrown up into the air on each up-stroke, and whacking my forehead on each down-stroke.

And then I came!

GOD what a sensation!!!!!!!!!!!

I filled my whole mouth with cum on the very first cumming stroke of my life.

It sloshed out all over my cheeks, chin and nose on the next stroke, the cum still pouring out of my penis. Every stroke added another mouthful of cum to an already full cavity.

By the time I was done cumming, my ears were full of cum, cum had gotten all over my hair, all over my chest, and my face was almost covered with the over-splash.

As I tried to regain my breath, I recognized the taste. It was the same taste that was in her when I tongued her last night.

I refuse to think about that right now. I need to rest after that incredible, wonderful sensation.

So THAT is cumming! Why haven’t I been doing this all along? What a dummy!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Schlongue Part Four

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

I was able to get the covers off of her without waking her. She is definitely rocking her crotch back and forth, just like she did when my tongue was inside her. Now she is pulling her knees to the side and up so that her cute little pussy is fully exposed again. Her pussy lips just popped open allowing me to see inside her. There is her other set of lips, much thinner, inside. She does look very similar to the diagram in the book. I can see the opening that I stuck my tongue into earlier. She is very pink inside, and her opening has a clear liquid in it. I wonder if I can touch her without waking her up.

Well, I was able to not only touch her pussy, but I ended up putting my finger inside her opening just a little, diddling back forth gently. She continued to rock her pelvis, then much to my surprise, slid down onto my finger until it was all the way up into her, her lips against the knuckle of my fist. She continued to rock so that her little bud was rubbing against my knuckle. She rubbed harder and harder against it. Her nipples got incredibly stiff and hard. She continued to rub against my knuckle until I felt her inner pussy muscles contract around my finger, gripping it incredibly hard. She started to blow her breath through her pursed lips until she suddenly stopped, collapsing back into deep sleep, my finger still fully encased inside her. I think I’ll leave it there for awhile. If not my cock, at least my finger and tongue got to enter and pleasure her completely.

My damn cock is rock hard again. And that flower stem is chafing me a little. It was not particularly painful when I inserted it, but I am sure wondering what I should do when I have to use the restroom. I don’t think she would be very happy with me if I peed on her flower. And what if I have to poop?

Well only a few more hours before I have to wake her up to get ready to catch the airplane. The flowers in my ass are also getting a little itchy. Hopefully I can wait that long.

My cock has stayed hard almost the whole night. It is starting to ache from the constant pressure of being hard. My balls feel like they have little worms crawling around I them. I am without question more horny than I have ever been in my life. My cock will bust if he gets any more swollen. The ring makes my cockhead look like it is trying to pop off. The flower stem inside is also starting to burn. The gold ring applies quite a bit of pressure, and has caused the shaft of my cock to really ache just below the ring.

God, my bride is so beautiful. She is still lying there with the covers off, her legs splayed open, fully exposed. Her nipples are no longer hard. The wetness that was visible inside her opening is now running down her lips onto her sexy little pucker hole. I still have my finger inside her. I am so glad I put the finger of my left hand inside her.

I have slowly pulled my finger out, and licked it clean. It tastes different from the juices that I lapped out of her earlier. This tastes more delicate and smooth, less strong smelling.

Well I fell asleep and turned over onto my stomach. I crushed her flower. The stem has irritated my piss tube urethra so much that it really burns now. The stems in my asshole anus are also very uncomfortable. Only a few more minutes before I should wake her. God, I can hardly wait. I have to both pee and poop really badly. I hope she isn’t too pissed off about her flower.