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.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Schlongue Part Eighteen
I am two minutes late getting back to the hotel. I do not have the coffee ready, the croissants are not ready. I am in deep trouble. Thankfully I do not see the three hellish cannibals that butchered me.
My wife is lying in the arms of a different man than she went home with last night. Her hand is caressing his hardening cock. “So sweetheart, why are you limping? Didn’t they treat you very well?” Her smile is tight, as though she is already thinking of how to exact her penalty. “Get our coffee and breakfast, and get those clothes off. Did you forget that I want you naked?” No, she is not happy with me.
I consider my options. I know that she was hoping that I would be hurting. If I say they were nice to me, she will see that is not true as soon as my cock is exposed, which will be in just a few minutes. If I say they were mean, I will be at fault for having caused Pooch pain when I pulled my cock head out of her. I decide that a non-committal answer is the only way.
“The ladies decided to practice their sewing while I was there.” That should be neutral enough.
“Well, hup, hup honey, bring our breakfast to us so that you can clean us up.” She turns back to the stranger and caresses his balls and cock, nuzzling her nipple into his mouth.
I sigh with relief as I lower my trousers and allow my cock to swing free of torturous contact with my legs and ass.
I hurry into the kitchen to get their breakfast ready. Thank god the food is already prepared by the kitchen downstairs. I pick the tray up and hurry back into her bedroom. As I am working, I puzzle how to survive the next few minutes intact.
My wife is riding her new lover, his small stiff little cock embedded in her randy cunt. She rises and falls onto it, fucking her self to a late morning orgasm. I have a perfect view of her penetration, as both of their legs are spread wide to afford the best view to someone standing at the foot of the bed where I am.
Her sighs and moans describe perfectly how well she likes his cock. His shaft is coated in her wetness, and the white semen of her lovers. Obviously she is not working on her first cum load. Each pumping action works more cum out of her. The dripping cum is covering his balls and running down onto his asshole.
I watch as his balls tighten and he begins to spasm his lust into her pussy. His cumming triggers her orgasm, and I see her arch her back in ecstasy. They shudder together for a long time. His fucking thrusts slow, and she sinks onto his shaft and pubic hair. His cum finds no room at the inn, and simply runs down his shaft onto his balls, and onto the sheets beneath them.
Slowly she rolls off of him, her face serene from her delightful orgasm.
The involuntary beginning of hardening of my prick reminds me of the ‘surgery’ that was been just recently performed. He shrinks back to hang limply from my crotch. I again worry about the next few minutes.
“Honey, come over and clean us up.”
I place the tray on the side table and start forward to perform my oral tasks of love for my beautiful bride. My cock head strikes the edge of the bed as I kneel to service the mans cock. I manage to maintain my poker face. My mouth encases his small cock head and shaft. I use my tongue to lap her deposited layers of cum from his shaft. There is dry cum there as well, and it takes a lot of sucking to get it off. His cock hardens under my ministrations.
“Oh that is nice of you honey, go ahead and let him cum in your mouth. What a nice thing to do for….What is your name sweetie?” She looks at him with puzzled look.
“Juan, madam.” He begins to fuck into my mouth as I clean his little cock. His thrusts grow more rapid until he spurts onto my tongue. I look out the corner of my eye to see his hotel servers uniform lying on the floor beside the bed.
Resigned to my fate, I finish sucking him clean, and release him from my lips.
“Now me sweetheart! Make me cum like that too!” She spreads her lips wide to expose layers of cum coating her cunt and asshole.
For some reason she feels the need to explain to me what is going on with her lovers. “Honey, I had to fill in with this server guy because the other three had to leave half way through the night. They were afraid their wives would be suspicious if they stayed longer. Can you tell which taste is which in me yet honey?”
I realize that the cum on her asshole was not necessarily running there from her cunt, so, burying my pride, I borough my tongue into her anus to carefully clean it as well.
Her hips began to rock as I tongue fuck her asshole, trying to get the last vestiges of her various lovers cum out of her puckered opening. Her anus began to relax, and soon I could get my tongue inside to search for any remaining sperm. After a few minutes, I can taste no more, so I move my tongue and lips to her pussy. Her rocking continues as I insert my tongue deeply into her pussy opening. She gets up onto her knees and pushed me down onto my back. Cum began to pour out of her opening, filling my mouth.
“They all fucked me at least four times, one fucked my five, honey. Isn’t it wonderful tasting all of their cum? I love watching you service my cunt after such a wonderful fulfilling night of fucking.”
I stretched my tongue up around her cervix opening and lap her clean to the bottom of her vaginal canal.
“OOOOHHH yes honey! Make my nasty sperm filled snatch cum again. Tongue fuck my twat. Lick that cum out of my nasty cum filled cunt! Oh GOD honey you have the greatest tongue in the world. Don’t stop honey, fuck me with that wonderful tongue.” I feel her pussy begin a powerful orgasm. She spasms as I tongue her depths.
“Ohhhhhhh Honey that was fantastic! She reaches down and puts her hand on my tortured shaft just below my cock head. She massages the rough edges of the butchery, working the remaining salt further into the wounds. The tunnel vision returns.
“I like their design on your foreskin, honey. Your friends did a great job, don’t you think?” I hear no surprise in her voice, no shock or horror. Just as though she is feeling what she expected.
I struggled to say in a neutral tone “I’m glad you like it sweetheart.”
“You really got it pretty uniform, ladies.” I realize the butchers from hell are standing above me.
“Why don’t you service their cunts with your tongue just to say thank you, baby?”
She moves aside to make room for them.
One by one I orally service the vaginas of my torture team. As I tongue them they each massage the salted wound with their hands. They each squeeze it as tight as they can while they orgasm. They decide they all want a second go, so again they continue to torture my cock until I can almost no longer feel the pain.
After they all agree they have had enough ministration, I see my wife return to her place on the bed.
“Honey, I know you are in pain, Why don’t you clean yourself with your mouth. Let these pretty ladies watch you give yourself a blow job.” She turns to them and adds “You won’t believe this. Watch! I still can’t believe he can do this. Honey go over by the couch and give us a good show.”
I gather my strength and lurch toward the couch. I lie down and swing my legs into the air.
“Lets get really close, ladies, so we can see his technique,” suggests my wife. They all trundle over and sit in a semi circle on the marble floor, their naked cunt lips misting small circles around their openings on the tile.
I lower my cock toward my mouth. All four lean forward. I can see the server has his uniform back on. He walks over and stands behind my wife as my cock head enters my mouth. The grin on his face is wistful, . . . . . and greedy.
The women all have their faces within inches of my face as my cock shaft continues to lower into my mouth.
“My God. How much of that monster can he take?”
My wife giggles in glee. “Watch! You won’t believe what is about to happen,” my proud new owner laughs uproariously.
The salt on my wounds is being reactivated by my saliva. The burn returns full bore, and my eyes water uncontrollably. I use my tongue to try to remove as much of the salt as possible.
“Look he is tonguing himself around our handiwork. Did we get enough salt on your little treat to taste right?” They all laugh loud and long.
I continue to massage the salt from my sore cock. I swallow as often as possible to get the salt away from my wound. Thankfully the salt has activated my salivary glands, and my mouth is awash in spit.
“You can play with his asshole while he fucks his own mouth if you want to.” my lovely sexy naked well-fucked-by-other-men’s-cocks wife volunteers.
Stretch jumps up and grabs her infernal tube of lube. She spreads it around, and I feel her fingers begin to rape my asshole. With little foreplay I feel whole hands invade my anal opening. I try to blot the anal intrusions out of my mind so that I can salve my wounds with my tongue. The pain begins to lessen enough that I can begin to focus my eyes.
I look up and see Pooch with her arm stuck into me to her elbow. Her face is gleefully watching her own actions, as though she is mesmerized by the sensation. She begins to fist fuck my ass, withdrawing her hand completely, then viciously plunging her clenched fist back through my opening all the way in to her elbow. I am glad she is not married, because I don’t think she would have removed her diamond ring.
The hotel server gets a hard on as he watches the women do my asshole, and I mouth suck my own cock. His rapt gaze tells me he fantasized about this before, his mouth opening and closing in time to my movements. He works his tongue as he watches my oral ministration to my wounds.
“Fuck that asshole baby!” the women chant as Pooch gets her revenge on my sore asshole. My ass is getting very bruised.
They all put their hands on my cheeks and start pushing down,
“Come on fucker, suck that schlongue off. Shoot your cum load into your own mouth while we watch and fist fuck your asshole, you worthless pile of horse cock.” Pooch is really into my humiliation now.
My darling wife smiles that wide beautiful amused smile as she watches the asshole orgy and blowjob. She eggs Pooch on with “Yeah baby, show him who’s the boss!”
The hotel server adds his hand to my ass cheeks and helps the women shove my cock down my throat. Pooch grabs my balls and uses them to pull up after the others have pushed on the down stroke. At least she is out of my asshole.
My cock shaft disappears into my mouth inch by inch on each down stroke.
“How much can he take?” Teach wonders out loud. I am about two thirds in by now.
I see the servers hand wondering toward my exposed and vulnerable asshole.
I feel his fingers stray over the edge of my raped and puckered opening.
I am now about three quarters into my mouth.
“God, what a turn on, watching a horse cock like that get swallowed by the man that packs it around all day!” Teach is fascinated by the perversion of my cock fucking my mouth. Her eyes glitter with rapt attention. Her face has a look of revulsion as she watches me suck my own shaft.
The chant returns “Fuck your mouth, you asshole, suck your own cock. Cum in your mouth, you fucking cocksucker.” The cock is now almost totally inside my mouth on the down-stroke. I feel my balls graze my forehead.
“Look, his own balls are banging on his forehead. What a pervert! He’s going to take the whole fucking cock in isn’t he. God what pervert!”
My skin at the base of my cock shaft caresses my upper lip. My balls bounce off my forehead. I feel my wife’s name written in my pubic hair tickle my nose.
Pooch reaches in and grabs the remaining hair and viciously yanks, pulling several strands out. I see the blood bead on the surface of my skin where the hair had been.
They all push hard on my ass. The servers hand enters my asshole, gripping the lips as he helps Pooch pull me back up out of my mouth.
I realize they are all too close to fake cumming in my mouth. I block out the pain and my cock begins to stiffen. I feel my balls getting squashed from Pooch’s grip. I feel the servers finger nails digging into my ass lips as they both pull up.
I surrender to the abject humiliation of my circumstances. My cock blossoms to full hardness. I hear them gasp as they see my balls tighten. I fuck my mouth with abandon, throwing my hips vertically into the air, than slamming my own horse cock down my depraved throat.
“God he’s going to cum!”
“Suck that monster you faggot cocksucker!”
“Fuck man, look at that cock disappear down his throat! He could give a horse a blow job and not know the difference!”
Pooch starts slapping my ass cheeks in time to my slamming my cock down my throat.
I feel the blessed freedom of not caring what they think.
My cum erupts into my mouth. It erupts continuously even on the up stroke. My mouth is suddenly totally full of cum. On the next down stroke cum spews out of my nose, around my cock shaft past my lips. I feel my chest receive the flying goop. My ears receive the slimy river running down my cheeks.
“Look at his balls pump that cum!”
The server reaches down and scoops up cum, then cleans his hand with his tongue, slurping greedily. Not to be outdone, the torture crew also starts to lap my cum from where ever they find it. I feel my orgasm start to subside, and my stroke slows, giving everyone access to my spew.
My wife leans back and makes sure the video cameras are still recording this orgy, smiling contentedly.
My wife is lying in the arms of a different man than she went home with last night. Her hand is caressing his hardening cock. “So sweetheart, why are you limping? Didn’t they treat you very well?” Her smile is tight, as though she is already thinking of how to exact her penalty. “Get our coffee and breakfast, and get those clothes off. Did you forget that I want you naked?” No, she is not happy with me.
I consider my options. I know that she was hoping that I would be hurting. If I say they were nice to me, she will see that is not true as soon as my cock is exposed, which will be in just a few minutes. If I say they were mean, I will be at fault for having caused Pooch pain when I pulled my cock head out of her. I decide that a non-committal answer is the only way.
“The ladies decided to practice their sewing while I was there.” That should be neutral enough.
“Well, hup, hup honey, bring our breakfast to us so that you can clean us up.” She turns back to the stranger and caresses his balls and cock, nuzzling her nipple into his mouth.
I sigh with relief as I lower my trousers and allow my cock to swing free of torturous contact with my legs and ass.
I hurry into the kitchen to get their breakfast ready. Thank god the food is already prepared by the kitchen downstairs. I pick the tray up and hurry back into her bedroom. As I am working, I puzzle how to survive the next few minutes intact.
My wife is riding her new lover, his small stiff little cock embedded in her randy cunt. She rises and falls onto it, fucking her self to a late morning orgasm. I have a perfect view of her penetration, as both of their legs are spread wide to afford the best view to someone standing at the foot of the bed where I am.
Her sighs and moans describe perfectly how well she likes his cock. His shaft is coated in her wetness, and the white semen of her lovers. Obviously she is not working on her first cum load. Each pumping action works more cum out of her. The dripping cum is covering his balls and running down onto his asshole.
I watch as his balls tighten and he begins to spasm his lust into her pussy. His cumming triggers her orgasm, and I see her arch her back in ecstasy. They shudder together for a long time. His fucking thrusts slow, and she sinks onto his shaft and pubic hair. His cum finds no room at the inn, and simply runs down his shaft onto his balls, and onto the sheets beneath them.
Slowly she rolls off of him, her face serene from her delightful orgasm.
The involuntary beginning of hardening of my prick reminds me of the ‘surgery’ that was been just recently performed. He shrinks back to hang limply from my crotch. I again worry about the next few minutes.
“Honey, come over and clean us up.”
I place the tray on the side table and start forward to perform my oral tasks of love for my beautiful bride. My cock head strikes the edge of the bed as I kneel to service the mans cock. I manage to maintain my poker face. My mouth encases his small cock head and shaft. I use my tongue to lap her deposited layers of cum from his shaft. There is dry cum there as well, and it takes a lot of sucking to get it off. His cock hardens under my ministrations.
“Oh that is nice of you honey, go ahead and let him cum in your mouth. What a nice thing to do for….What is your name sweetie?” She looks at him with puzzled look.
“Juan, madam.” He begins to fuck into my mouth as I clean his little cock. His thrusts grow more rapid until he spurts onto my tongue. I look out the corner of my eye to see his hotel servers uniform lying on the floor beside the bed.
Resigned to my fate, I finish sucking him clean, and release him from my lips.
“Now me sweetheart! Make me cum like that too!” She spreads her lips wide to expose layers of cum coating her cunt and asshole.
For some reason she feels the need to explain to me what is going on with her lovers. “Honey, I had to fill in with this server guy because the other three had to leave half way through the night. They were afraid their wives would be suspicious if they stayed longer. Can you tell which taste is which in me yet honey?”
I realize that the cum on her asshole was not necessarily running there from her cunt, so, burying my pride, I borough my tongue into her anus to carefully clean it as well.
Her hips began to rock as I tongue fuck her asshole, trying to get the last vestiges of her various lovers cum out of her puckered opening. Her anus began to relax, and soon I could get my tongue inside to search for any remaining sperm. After a few minutes, I can taste no more, so I move my tongue and lips to her pussy. Her rocking continues as I insert my tongue deeply into her pussy opening. She gets up onto her knees and pushed me down onto my back. Cum began to pour out of her opening, filling my mouth.
“They all fucked me at least four times, one fucked my five, honey. Isn’t it wonderful tasting all of their cum? I love watching you service my cunt after such a wonderful fulfilling night of fucking.”
I stretched my tongue up around her cervix opening and lap her clean to the bottom of her vaginal canal.
“OOOOHHH yes honey! Make my nasty sperm filled snatch cum again. Tongue fuck my twat. Lick that cum out of my nasty cum filled cunt! Oh GOD honey you have the greatest tongue in the world. Don’t stop honey, fuck me with that wonderful tongue.” I feel her pussy begin a powerful orgasm. She spasms as I tongue her depths.
“Ohhhhhhh Honey that was fantastic! She reaches down and puts her hand on my tortured shaft just below my cock head. She massages the rough edges of the butchery, working the remaining salt further into the wounds. The tunnel vision returns.
“I like their design on your foreskin, honey. Your friends did a great job, don’t you think?” I hear no surprise in her voice, no shock or horror. Just as though she is feeling what she expected.
I struggled to say in a neutral tone “I’m glad you like it sweetheart.”
“You really got it pretty uniform, ladies.” I realize the butchers from hell are standing above me.
“Why don’t you service their cunts with your tongue just to say thank you, baby?”
She moves aside to make room for them.
One by one I orally service the vaginas of my torture team. As I tongue them they each massage the salted wound with their hands. They each squeeze it as tight as they can while they orgasm. They decide they all want a second go, so again they continue to torture my cock until I can almost no longer feel the pain.
After they all agree they have had enough ministration, I see my wife return to her place on the bed.
“Honey, I know you are in pain, Why don’t you clean yourself with your mouth. Let these pretty ladies watch you give yourself a blow job.” She turns to them and adds “You won’t believe this. Watch! I still can’t believe he can do this. Honey go over by the couch and give us a good show.”
I gather my strength and lurch toward the couch. I lie down and swing my legs into the air.
“Lets get really close, ladies, so we can see his technique,” suggests my wife. They all trundle over and sit in a semi circle on the marble floor, their naked cunt lips misting small circles around their openings on the tile.
I lower my cock toward my mouth. All four lean forward. I can see the server has his uniform back on. He walks over and stands behind my wife as my cock head enters my mouth. The grin on his face is wistful, . . . . . and greedy.
The women all have their faces within inches of my face as my cock shaft continues to lower into my mouth.
“My God. How much of that monster can he take?”
My wife giggles in glee. “Watch! You won’t believe what is about to happen,” my proud new owner laughs uproariously.
The salt on my wounds is being reactivated by my saliva. The burn returns full bore, and my eyes water uncontrollably. I use my tongue to try to remove as much of the salt as possible.
“Look he is tonguing himself around our handiwork. Did we get enough salt on your little treat to taste right?” They all laugh loud and long.
I continue to massage the salt from my sore cock. I swallow as often as possible to get the salt away from my wound. Thankfully the salt has activated my salivary glands, and my mouth is awash in spit.
“You can play with his asshole while he fucks his own mouth if you want to.” my lovely sexy naked well-fucked-by-other-men’s-cocks wife volunteers.
Stretch jumps up and grabs her infernal tube of lube. She spreads it around, and I feel her fingers begin to rape my asshole. With little foreplay I feel whole hands invade my anal opening. I try to blot the anal intrusions out of my mind so that I can salve my wounds with my tongue. The pain begins to lessen enough that I can begin to focus my eyes.
I look up and see Pooch with her arm stuck into me to her elbow. Her face is gleefully watching her own actions, as though she is mesmerized by the sensation. She begins to fist fuck my ass, withdrawing her hand completely, then viciously plunging her clenched fist back through my opening all the way in to her elbow. I am glad she is not married, because I don’t think she would have removed her diamond ring.
The hotel server gets a hard on as he watches the women do my asshole, and I mouth suck my own cock. His rapt gaze tells me he fantasized about this before, his mouth opening and closing in time to my movements. He works his tongue as he watches my oral ministration to my wounds.
“Fuck that asshole baby!” the women chant as Pooch gets her revenge on my sore asshole. My ass is getting very bruised.
They all put their hands on my cheeks and start pushing down,
“Come on fucker, suck that schlongue off. Shoot your cum load into your own mouth while we watch and fist fuck your asshole, you worthless pile of horse cock.” Pooch is really into my humiliation now.
My darling wife smiles that wide beautiful amused smile as she watches the asshole orgy and blowjob. She eggs Pooch on with “Yeah baby, show him who’s the boss!”
The hotel server adds his hand to my ass cheeks and helps the women shove my cock down my throat. Pooch grabs my balls and uses them to pull up after the others have pushed on the down stroke. At least she is out of my asshole.
My cock shaft disappears into my mouth inch by inch on each down stroke.
“How much can he take?” Teach wonders out loud. I am about two thirds in by now.
I see the servers hand wondering toward my exposed and vulnerable asshole.
I feel his fingers stray over the edge of my raped and puckered opening.
I am now about three quarters into my mouth.
“God, what a turn on, watching a horse cock like that get swallowed by the man that packs it around all day!” Teach is fascinated by the perversion of my cock fucking my mouth. Her eyes glitter with rapt attention. Her face has a look of revulsion as she watches me suck my own shaft.
The chant returns “Fuck your mouth, you asshole, suck your own cock. Cum in your mouth, you fucking cocksucker.” The cock is now almost totally inside my mouth on the down-stroke. I feel my balls graze my forehead.
“Look, his own balls are banging on his forehead. What a pervert! He’s going to take the whole fucking cock in isn’t he. God what pervert!”
My skin at the base of my cock shaft caresses my upper lip. My balls bounce off my forehead. I feel my wife’s name written in my pubic hair tickle my nose.
Pooch reaches in and grabs the remaining hair and viciously yanks, pulling several strands out. I see the blood bead on the surface of my skin where the hair had been.
They all push hard on my ass. The servers hand enters my asshole, gripping the lips as he helps Pooch pull me back up out of my mouth.
I realize they are all too close to fake cumming in my mouth. I block out the pain and my cock begins to stiffen. I feel my balls getting squashed from Pooch’s grip. I feel the servers finger nails digging into my ass lips as they both pull up.
I surrender to the abject humiliation of my circumstances. My cock blossoms to full hardness. I hear them gasp as they see my balls tighten. I fuck my mouth with abandon, throwing my hips vertically into the air, than slamming my own horse cock down my depraved throat.
“God he’s going to cum!”
“Suck that monster you faggot cocksucker!”
“Fuck man, look at that cock disappear down his throat! He could give a horse a blow job and not know the difference!”
Pooch starts slapping my ass cheeks in time to my slamming my cock down my throat.
I feel the blessed freedom of not caring what they think.
My cum erupts into my mouth. It erupts continuously even on the up stroke. My mouth is suddenly totally full of cum. On the next down stroke cum spews out of my nose, around my cock shaft past my lips. I feel my chest receive the flying goop. My ears receive the slimy river running down my cheeks.
“Look at his balls pump that cum!”
The server reaches down and scoops up cum, then cleans his hand with his tongue, slurping greedily. Not to be outdone, the torture crew also starts to lap my cum from where ever they find it. I feel my orgasm start to subside, and my stroke slows, giving everyone access to my spew.
My wife leans back and makes sure the video cameras are still recording this orgy, smiling contentedly.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Schlongue Part Seventeen
“Get the fuck up you weenie.” I feel someone kick me in the side. I feel a hand grab my cock head and yank. A hand grinds the foreskin back and forth. I again fade to black.
“So how the hell are we going to get him back to his hotel if he doesn’t wake up?”
“Don’t worry, he’ll come back around soon.”
“So what do you think his wife is going to say about what we did?”
Who cares, she told us to make his cock hurt. It isn’t our fault if we did what she asked us to. After all, she doesn’t want to fuck him. His cock is useless no matter what it looks like. Besides, I like the scalloped affect. Gives that thing visual interest, don’t you think?”
I open my eyes to see them all bent over my cock, surveying their handiwork. I raise my head to see that the bleeding seems to have stopped. My stomach does not seem to be covered with blood.
“Look, he’s waking up!”
Pooch walks over to my head and smirks. “Did we get you attention that time, you fucking asshole?”
I think silently ‘Pooch, I don’t think you like men very well.’
“Get up you worthless-cocked asshole. You need to get back to your hotel. Get dressed and get your sorry, worthless cock out of here. You can walk back. We’ll see you there, ass fucker.”
I look at my watch and realize I need to be back at the hotel in less than ten minutes. Shit, I struggle to my feet. My cock screaming with pain. I head for the bathroom to wash some of the salt out of my wounds.
“Oh no you don’t you asshole. Leave the salt on there to make sure your fresh meat doesn’t spoil in the heat. We can’t let all that lunchmeat spoil you know.” She leers as they all hold out their hands, each holding pieces of my foreskin. Together, looking in my eyes, they raise their hands, heads tilted back, mouths open, and drop the pieces of skin into their open mouths. They begin to chew.
“Shit, this stuff is tough!. And it has almost no taste at all. Even the salt didn’t help.”
“Sure doesn’t taste like chicken, does it?”
One by one they troop over to the waste can and spit what used to be my wife’s cock flesh into the trash can. Did I just see them do what I thought I saw them do? Shit, my cock isn’t even worth eating? Shit! I visualize my cock laying on the table on a plate, cooked specially for this occasion, my wife asked ‘who wants the head?’ They all shake their head. ‘None for me, thanks.’ My cock goes to waste. Tossed into the garbage and taken to the county dump.
I stumble to my clothes, and pull them on, trying not to faint again. I stumble over to a chair to pull my trousers up. I put my shirt on and tuck it in. I painfully tuck my injured manhood into my trousers.
“Hey asshole, what about that thing that you are supposed to put on your cock meat to hold it under your asshole?”
I search for the strap, then find my belt. I pull my trousers down and try to get the hook into the hole in the ring. My vision is blurry, but I manage to get it attached. I pull it up under me, attach it to my belt in the back, and pull my trousers back up.
The pain with each step, my butchered cock meat rubbing on my leg and trousers as I try to walk threatens to cause me to black out again. I stumble out the door.
”Better hurry you worthless cock meat asshole, you’ll be late to your Master. She’ll want to beat you again.” I hear victory cheers as I softly close the door.
“So how the hell are we going to get him back to his hotel if he doesn’t wake up?”
“Don’t worry, he’ll come back around soon.”
“So what do you think his wife is going to say about what we did?”
Who cares, she told us to make his cock hurt. It isn’t our fault if we did what she asked us to. After all, she doesn’t want to fuck him. His cock is useless no matter what it looks like. Besides, I like the scalloped affect. Gives that thing visual interest, don’t you think?”
I open my eyes to see them all bent over my cock, surveying their handiwork. I raise my head to see that the bleeding seems to have stopped. My stomach does not seem to be covered with blood.
“Look, he’s waking up!”
Pooch walks over to my head and smirks. “Did we get you attention that time, you fucking asshole?”
I think silently ‘Pooch, I don’t think you like men very well.’
“Get up you worthless-cocked asshole. You need to get back to your hotel. Get dressed and get your sorry, worthless cock out of here. You can walk back. We’ll see you there, ass fucker.”
I look at my watch and realize I need to be back at the hotel in less than ten minutes. Shit, I struggle to my feet. My cock screaming with pain. I head for the bathroom to wash some of the salt out of my wounds.
“Oh no you don’t you asshole. Leave the salt on there to make sure your fresh meat doesn’t spoil in the heat. We can’t let all that lunchmeat spoil you know.” She leers as they all hold out their hands, each holding pieces of my foreskin. Together, looking in my eyes, they raise their hands, heads tilted back, mouths open, and drop the pieces of skin into their open mouths. They begin to chew.
“Shit, this stuff is tough!. And it has almost no taste at all. Even the salt didn’t help.”
“Sure doesn’t taste like chicken, does it?”
One by one they troop over to the waste can and spit what used to be my wife’s cock flesh into the trash can. Did I just see them do what I thought I saw them do? Shit, my cock isn’t even worth eating? Shit! I visualize my cock laying on the table on a plate, cooked specially for this occasion, my wife asked ‘who wants the head?’ They all shake their head. ‘None for me, thanks.’ My cock goes to waste. Tossed into the garbage and taken to the county dump.
I stumble to my clothes, and pull them on, trying not to faint again. I stumble over to a chair to pull my trousers up. I put my shirt on and tuck it in. I painfully tuck my injured manhood into my trousers.
“Hey asshole, what about that thing that you are supposed to put on your cock meat to hold it under your asshole?”
I search for the strap, then find my belt. I pull my trousers down and try to get the hook into the hole in the ring. My vision is blurry, but I manage to get it attached. I pull it up under me, attach it to my belt in the back, and pull my trousers back up.
The pain with each step, my butchered cock meat rubbing on my leg and trousers as I try to walk threatens to cause me to black out again. I stumble out the door.
”Better hurry you worthless cock meat asshole, you’ll be late to your Master. She’ll want to beat you again.” I hear victory cheers as I softly close the door.
Schlongue Part Sixteen
“Lets cut a piece of his meat off for each of us to chew on.
Cannibals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? I am getting strapped by cannibals!!!!!?
“How would we cut his meat?”
“Look in his pocket, see if he has a knife.”
“What will his wife say?”
“When she left, she whispered to me to make his schlongue hurt as much as we could make it hurt!” The evil giggle from all three women made my skin crawl. Then I realized THAT was what started all of THIS. I again visualize my cock meat being served for dinner as sausage. I visualize my dear sweet wife asking ‘So then, who wants the head?’
“No knife in his pocket.” Such deep disappointment.
“I have toe nail clippers.” OOOHHH Shit! Sure enough, Stretch finds her toenail clipper. Looking for some sort of positive spin on what is clearly a deteriorating situation, I decide that toenail clippers may be better than a knife. A lot smaller cut, I hope.
They all approach my meat with blood in their grins.
“Lets cut some skin off his foreskin. He has so much!” They all giggle.
I flinch as they reach for his head.
“Don’t you dare move.” Pooch yells menacingly, her face as close to mine as she could get it, looking up at me from two feet below.
I close my eyes and feverishly think about sunsets and beautifully colored clouds over the water. Each time they touch me I feel my asshole quiver. My thighs begin to quiver from the prolonged stress.
“Put your hands behind your back, you fucking quivering coward. Just because you have big cock meat doesn’t make you a good fuck, you asshole.” Pooch was psyching herself up for this.
I think wistfully to myself ‘Pooch, honey, let’s be reasonable here. I am sure we can work out something a little less permanent.’
I feel my foreskin being pulled up, then a sharp edge against my skin. I squeeze my eyes together as tight as I can.
“Get something to wipe up the blood so we don’t stain the carpet.” It was Teach.
I feel the sharp edge on the upper and lower sides of my wife’s newly acquired foreskin. I feel two sets of fingers, one on each side of the sharp edge. The two sets of fingers grip my foreskin tightly.
Clip!
I am amazed at how little pain there was. I open my eyes to see the blood running down my cock head onto the table.
“I KNOW! Lets give him a scalloped trim around his schlongue, like a little feminine ruffle!”
I watch as the fingers are re-positioned, and the clippers moved to continue the cut making an indentation about a quarter of an inch in from the edge of my foreskin.
Clip! A piece for skin is cut free from my wife’s foreskin. They re-position for the next cut. Clip! Re-position. Clip! I see the pattern developing around my cockhead. Lots more blood running onto the table. Clip! My cock head is completely covered with blood, Clip! They are half way around. I decide I will be able to endure the rest of this beastly ‘procedure’.
They continue merrily on around his head. They jabber back and forth about how even it will come out. “Might be our best work!” crows Teach. They have done this before? What in the world has happened to the moral’s of the women of this world?
They finally finish their scalloping job, then stand back to survey the pile of foreskin they have amassed on the table next to my cock head. Pooch looks up at my face and realizes that this had not hurt as badly as she had dared hope.
“Ladies, I think we need to salt this meat down. Don’t you think?” They all turn to gaze up at my face. I am not mentally fast enough to change my expression to show extreme pain.
“Yeah, I think your right! We wouldn’t want it to spoil, now would we? All that fresh meat just sitting there in this heat.”
The saltshaker appears over my cock head, and turns itself over, shaking small white grains on to the butchered foreskin. My vision tunnels to just the space around my cock head. I can see nothing else.
“Take the cap of the shaker, lets make sure we put plenty of salt on that freshly cut meat.”
In the dark long tunnel, I see a hand unscrew the head off of the saltshaker. I watch, as if in slow motion, as the shaker container is again slowly, degree by degree, turned upside down, the salt grains pour in infinitely slow slow-motion out of the shaker and onto the bloody stump that was once my cock. I feel pain that is beyond any previous experience. I hear myself scream in slow motion, then watch as their upturned faces register delight and joy. The ceiling comes slowly into view, then recedes away from me. I fade to black.
Cannibals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? I am getting strapped by cannibals!!!!!?
“How would we cut his meat?”
“Look in his pocket, see if he has a knife.”
“What will his wife say?”
“When she left, she whispered to me to make his schlongue hurt as much as we could make it hurt!” The evil giggle from all three women made my skin crawl. Then I realized THAT was what started all of THIS. I again visualize my cock meat being served for dinner as sausage. I visualize my dear sweet wife asking ‘So then, who wants the head?’
“No knife in his pocket.” Such deep disappointment.
“I have toe nail clippers.” OOOHHH Shit! Sure enough, Stretch finds her toenail clipper. Looking for some sort of positive spin on what is clearly a deteriorating situation, I decide that toenail clippers may be better than a knife. A lot smaller cut, I hope.
They all approach my meat with blood in their grins.
“Lets cut some skin off his foreskin. He has so much!” They all giggle.
I flinch as they reach for his head.
“Don’t you dare move.” Pooch yells menacingly, her face as close to mine as she could get it, looking up at me from two feet below.
I close my eyes and feverishly think about sunsets and beautifully colored clouds over the water. Each time they touch me I feel my asshole quiver. My thighs begin to quiver from the prolonged stress.
“Put your hands behind your back, you fucking quivering coward. Just because you have big cock meat doesn’t make you a good fuck, you asshole.” Pooch was psyching herself up for this.
I think wistfully to myself ‘Pooch, honey, let’s be reasonable here. I am sure we can work out something a little less permanent.’
I feel my foreskin being pulled up, then a sharp edge against my skin. I squeeze my eyes together as tight as I can.
“Get something to wipe up the blood so we don’t stain the carpet.” It was Teach.
I feel the sharp edge on the upper and lower sides of my wife’s newly acquired foreskin. I feel two sets of fingers, one on each side of the sharp edge. The two sets of fingers grip my foreskin tightly.
Clip!
I am amazed at how little pain there was. I open my eyes to see the blood running down my cock head onto the table.
“I KNOW! Lets give him a scalloped trim around his schlongue, like a little feminine ruffle!”
I watch as the fingers are re-positioned, and the clippers moved to continue the cut making an indentation about a quarter of an inch in from the edge of my foreskin.
Clip! A piece for skin is cut free from my wife’s foreskin. They re-position for the next cut. Clip! Re-position. Clip! I see the pattern developing around my cockhead. Lots more blood running onto the table. Clip! My cock head is completely covered with blood, Clip! They are half way around. I decide I will be able to endure the rest of this beastly ‘procedure’.
They continue merrily on around his head. They jabber back and forth about how even it will come out. “Might be our best work!” crows Teach. They have done this before? What in the world has happened to the moral’s of the women of this world?
They finally finish their scalloping job, then stand back to survey the pile of foreskin they have amassed on the table next to my cock head. Pooch looks up at my face and realizes that this had not hurt as badly as she had dared hope.
“Ladies, I think we need to salt this meat down. Don’t you think?” They all turn to gaze up at my face. I am not mentally fast enough to change my expression to show extreme pain.
“Yeah, I think your right! We wouldn’t want it to spoil, now would we? All that fresh meat just sitting there in this heat.”
The saltshaker appears over my cock head, and turns itself over, shaking small white grains on to the butchered foreskin. My vision tunnels to just the space around my cock head. I can see nothing else.
“Take the cap of the shaker, lets make sure we put plenty of salt on that freshly cut meat.”
In the dark long tunnel, I see a hand unscrew the head off of the saltshaker. I watch, as if in slow motion, as the shaker container is again slowly, degree by degree, turned upside down, the salt grains pour in infinitely slow slow-motion out of the shaker and onto the bloody stump that was once my cock. I feel pain that is beyond any previous experience. I hear myself scream in slow motion, then watch as their upturned faces register delight and joy. The ceiling comes slowly into view, then recedes away from me. I fade to black.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Schlongue Part Fifteen
“God, let me have some of that!” demanded Teach.
Stretch slid off to the side in a wilt, and Teach climbed on.
“Tongue fuck me boy!” I again start my circling around her lipped opening. After only a few circles, I jammed my tongue into her as far as it will go. I lick her cervix, my tongue spread as far as I can make it go. Her orgasm is immediate and immense. I continue to thrust in and out with my tongue as she is wracked with cummings. Her ass cheeks shimmy against my face. Her orgasm lasts for a long time.
Finally, breathless, she rises, looks at Pooch, and says “Girl, you need that to get your feelings back. Give it a go. That was my best ‘O’ ever!”
Pooch rises on wobbly legs and sits on my face. She reaches down and pinches my nipples between her thumb and forefinger as hard as she can. “Make me cum you fucking worthless piece of cock shit.” She twists my nipples so hard I think she will tear them off my chest. A little anger management problem here, wouldn’t you say?
I thrust my tongue up and flick her clit powerfully.
She gasps so hard that I am afraid she will swallow spit down the wrong pipe. “Oh God! Do that again!”
I flick her clit again. She pinches my nipples again, tugging herself down tighter onto my mouth. I can feel my nipples being pulled away from my chest muscle she is pulling so hard. I become determined not to give her the satisfaction of wincing. I thrust my tongue up her cunt and polish her cervix, taking care to spread her cunt walls as far as I can.
“Yes, you piece of shit, tongue fuck my cunt like you’re only good for!” She leans over and swats my cock head with the flat of her hand. She reaches further down and hits me in the balls with her fist. It is all I can do to not scream and curl up. She hits my balls with the other fist.
“I’ll show you what a pissed off woman can do to a man.” Thank God Stretch grabs her wrists. They struggle a bit as Pooch tries to break free. I work on her cunt with my tongue furiously so that I can get her off of me as soon as possible. Her shuddering begins and I feel her pussy start to contract spasmodically around my tongue. Pooch again passes out and falls over on the bed. Stretch hangs on to her wrists to keep her from falling off onto the floor.
“My God, she is really pissed at you. Doesn’t she realize that she asked for what she got? Maybe we should let her recover a bit before she gets near you again. Why don’t you go out on the balcony and we’ll call you when she has calmed down a bit.” I take Teaches suggestion and pad out to the balcony. John bounces obscenely as I walk.
As I stand there watching the lights of the little town, I look over to my right and realize that there is a couple over there on the next balcony. They are doing it doggie style and one is pounding the other unmercifully with long powerful thrusts. They could not have been more than 6 feet away from me.
The head of the person pretending to be the dog comes up, and I realized that they were both male. Both smiled really big at me. “Watch this” the top guy says, and really starts to pound the ass of his mate. He is thrusting so hard that he is sliding his lap mate across the balcony on his knees. They are headed in my direction. “Want to join us, big boy” the top guy asks.
I must have stared too long, because they began to strike up a conversation with me even as they were fucking each other. I learned that they were from the US, Oregon, and that they were here on their first vacation in 5 years. They had lived together for only 4 years. Eventually they stopped fucking. They were both sporting erections as they stood there and conversed with me. I was standing close enough to the rail that they could not see Big John.
The top guy looked at his partner and said, ”Hey, clean me up will you?” Dutifully the bottom guy knelt down and sucked him clean.
I allowed where I was from and what I was dong here. They were disappointed to find out that I was on my honeymoon. Their interest waned and they returned to their previous activities. They made no effort to hide their actions from me.
Finally, after they had both cum inside of each other, they started to neck on the hammock on their balcony. I turned away so that I would not be re-invited into their conversation.
It started to get light, I could see that it was going to be another gorgeous day in paradise, if I could just get past Pooch.
Finally Teach opened the balcony door and invited me back in. “We have decided that she gets to hurt you a little in order to feel that she is being properly treated.”
This does not sound good to me.
Pooch chimes in “I want to stick pins in your schlongue. If you are a good boy and don’t act up, I will only do it for a short while. But if you act up, I’ll be forced to take more severe measures to get even.” She chuckled evilly. “They are both going to help me.”
This definitely is not looking good.
Pooch took Stretch’s sewing kit and ordered me to lay my cock on the table, my balls laying on the table as well. They each take a long needle and place their other hand on my cock shaft to hold him in place.
“One, Two, Three.” Almost before I can jump, all three needles pierce my cock head. They lift my cock and shove them all the way through. I am surprised, and incredibly grateful, to realize that there is no sensation of pain! They each take another needle.
“One, Two, Three.” Again they plunge their needles through my cock head, then lift my cock and push them on through. They seem very disappointed by my lack of negative reaction.
They all grab another needle. “OK Girls, lets stab in him in his shaft this time.”
“One, Two, Three.” They each jab me in my shaft, about four inches below the ring. This time they have a tough time shoving the pins on through. In fact, Pooch has stuck me where the needle is too short to go all the way through. The other two press as hard as they can to shove the needles through the skin on the bottom of my shaft. They finally have to use their other hand to push the shaft skin up around the needles to get it to protrude out the bottom.
Pooch pouts. “Well, this turned out not to be any fun. Doesn’t that hurt when it sticks clear through your schlongue?”
I shake my head no. “Not much actually.”
They all shake their heads in severe dissapointment.
Pooch, “I want to do something else to him, since this didn’t hurt him.”
“Like what?” asks Teach.
I look at the clock and realize that I have two more hours to endure this before I have to be back at our hotel to serve my wife and her cock-of-the-night coffee.
They start pulling the pins out, one by one. They have to put the palm of their hand against my cock in order to pull the needles out. Each needle hole starts to spurt blood. My cock looks like a Venetian fountain with red water spraying out of it.
All of the pins are finally pulled out.
Stretch takes pity on my fountain like cock. She grabs a towel from the bathroom and practices first aid on me by holding her fingers over the spurting holes. It is a good thing, because the blood was heading toward the edge of the table.
“I know! Lets stick pins in his balls!” Pooch again.
Shit! And Damn! lets get away from those pins, ladies.
“Better yet, lets use his belt to give him a good strapping!” That meets with general approval. They remove my belt from my trousers, and tell me to bend over. They each take turns strapping my ass.
“Look how red his cheeks are getting. Do you think he’s embarrassed or something?”
“Nah, just getting his exercise. Bend over further you fucker, I want to strap you right on your puckered ass hole.”
I grab my ankles and pull.
“Spread ‘em fucker!” Pooch again.
I move my feet about thirty inches apart.
Whack! Teach is definitely in good shape.
Whack! My hole puckers as tightly as it can muster, hopefully presenting a smaller target.
Whack! I surreptitiously glance at my watch. I hope that I can walk when this is over.
“Stand up and turn around.” Stretch.
“Stick you ugly fat schlongue out as far as you can.” At least the are working in a different location for a while.
I push my hips forward.
“Hold that thing out so I can hit it with the belt.” She looks at Teach. Teach grabs my cock head and tugs it across to the table, laying it down near the table’s edge, John’s poor defenseless head hanging over.
Whack! Right square on my cock head. The belt causes his head to bend at a ninety degree, putting high stress on the flesh under the ring. The shock of the blow causes my cock to throb uncontrollably beneath the ring. The site of the blow turns an angry red.
I try to focus on how quickly the pain went away when my newly wed wife had strapped me. Still, every second goes torturously slow.
Whack! Again my cock head spasms from the stinging pain.
“Strap his shaft to. Make his whole schlongue as red as his ass is.”
I think to myself ‘Pooch, you aren’t very nice! Stop being so cantankerous.’
Whack! Whack! Whack! All the way down my shaft, the tip of the belt strikes my cock head.
Stretch finds another belt in her closet. Wham! Whack! I am fearing for my manhood. Wham! Whack! Wham! I swear I can hear the belts whistle as they swing toward my meat. Whack! Wham! Whack! Wham! ‘OOOOOH God, deliver me from this hell.’
“I know!” Pooch’s face looks like a little girl choosing between playing jacks and jumping rope.
Pooch, honey, please be quiet! Stop thinking! I am hoping it will get better, not worse. I hold my breath as I wait for what I am certain will be an absolutely horrid idea.
Stretch slid off to the side in a wilt, and Teach climbed on.
“Tongue fuck me boy!” I again start my circling around her lipped opening. After only a few circles, I jammed my tongue into her as far as it will go. I lick her cervix, my tongue spread as far as I can make it go. Her orgasm is immediate and immense. I continue to thrust in and out with my tongue as she is wracked with cummings. Her ass cheeks shimmy against my face. Her orgasm lasts for a long time.
Finally, breathless, she rises, looks at Pooch, and says “Girl, you need that to get your feelings back. Give it a go. That was my best ‘O’ ever!”
Pooch rises on wobbly legs and sits on my face. She reaches down and pinches my nipples between her thumb and forefinger as hard as she can. “Make me cum you fucking worthless piece of cock shit.” She twists my nipples so hard I think she will tear them off my chest. A little anger management problem here, wouldn’t you say?
I thrust my tongue up and flick her clit powerfully.
She gasps so hard that I am afraid she will swallow spit down the wrong pipe. “Oh God! Do that again!”
I flick her clit again. She pinches my nipples again, tugging herself down tighter onto my mouth. I can feel my nipples being pulled away from my chest muscle she is pulling so hard. I become determined not to give her the satisfaction of wincing. I thrust my tongue up her cunt and polish her cervix, taking care to spread her cunt walls as far as I can.
“Yes, you piece of shit, tongue fuck my cunt like you’re only good for!” She leans over and swats my cock head with the flat of her hand. She reaches further down and hits me in the balls with her fist. It is all I can do to not scream and curl up. She hits my balls with the other fist.
“I’ll show you what a pissed off woman can do to a man.” Thank God Stretch grabs her wrists. They struggle a bit as Pooch tries to break free. I work on her cunt with my tongue furiously so that I can get her off of me as soon as possible. Her shuddering begins and I feel her pussy start to contract spasmodically around my tongue. Pooch again passes out and falls over on the bed. Stretch hangs on to her wrists to keep her from falling off onto the floor.
“My God, she is really pissed at you. Doesn’t she realize that she asked for what she got? Maybe we should let her recover a bit before she gets near you again. Why don’t you go out on the balcony and we’ll call you when she has calmed down a bit.” I take Teaches suggestion and pad out to the balcony. John bounces obscenely as I walk.
As I stand there watching the lights of the little town, I look over to my right and realize that there is a couple over there on the next balcony. They are doing it doggie style and one is pounding the other unmercifully with long powerful thrusts. They could not have been more than 6 feet away from me.
The head of the person pretending to be the dog comes up, and I realized that they were both male. Both smiled really big at me. “Watch this” the top guy says, and really starts to pound the ass of his mate. He is thrusting so hard that he is sliding his lap mate across the balcony on his knees. They are headed in my direction. “Want to join us, big boy” the top guy asks.
I must have stared too long, because they began to strike up a conversation with me even as they were fucking each other. I learned that they were from the US, Oregon, and that they were here on their first vacation in 5 years. They had lived together for only 4 years. Eventually they stopped fucking. They were both sporting erections as they stood there and conversed with me. I was standing close enough to the rail that they could not see Big John.
The top guy looked at his partner and said, ”Hey, clean me up will you?” Dutifully the bottom guy knelt down and sucked him clean.
I allowed where I was from and what I was dong here. They were disappointed to find out that I was on my honeymoon. Their interest waned and they returned to their previous activities. They made no effort to hide their actions from me.
Finally, after they had both cum inside of each other, they started to neck on the hammock on their balcony. I turned away so that I would not be re-invited into their conversation.
It started to get light, I could see that it was going to be another gorgeous day in paradise, if I could just get past Pooch.
Finally Teach opened the balcony door and invited me back in. “We have decided that she gets to hurt you a little in order to feel that she is being properly treated.”
This does not sound good to me.
Pooch chimes in “I want to stick pins in your schlongue. If you are a good boy and don’t act up, I will only do it for a short while. But if you act up, I’ll be forced to take more severe measures to get even.” She chuckled evilly. “They are both going to help me.”
This definitely is not looking good.
Pooch took Stretch’s sewing kit and ordered me to lay my cock on the table, my balls laying on the table as well. They each take a long needle and place their other hand on my cock shaft to hold him in place.
“One, Two, Three.” Almost before I can jump, all three needles pierce my cock head. They lift my cock and shove them all the way through. I am surprised, and incredibly grateful, to realize that there is no sensation of pain! They each take another needle.
“One, Two, Three.” Again they plunge their needles through my cock head, then lift my cock and push them on through. They seem very disappointed by my lack of negative reaction.
They all grab another needle. “OK Girls, lets stab in him in his shaft this time.”
“One, Two, Three.” They each jab me in my shaft, about four inches below the ring. This time they have a tough time shoving the pins on through. In fact, Pooch has stuck me where the needle is too short to go all the way through. The other two press as hard as they can to shove the needles through the skin on the bottom of my shaft. They finally have to use their other hand to push the shaft skin up around the needles to get it to protrude out the bottom.
Pooch pouts. “Well, this turned out not to be any fun. Doesn’t that hurt when it sticks clear through your schlongue?”
I shake my head no. “Not much actually.”
They all shake their heads in severe dissapointment.
Pooch, “I want to do something else to him, since this didn’t hurt him.”
“Like what?” asks Teach.
I look at the clock and realize that I have two more hours to endure this before I have to be back at our hotel to serve my wife and her cock-of-the-night coffee.
They start pulling the pins out, one by one. They have to put the palm of their hand against my cock in order to pull the needles out. Each needle hole starts to spurt blood. My cock looks like a Venetian fountain with red water spraying out of it.
All of the pins are finally pulled out.
Stretch takes pity on my fountain like cock. She grabs a towel from the bathroom and practices first aid on me by holding her fingers over the spurting holes. It is a good thing, because the blood was heading toward the edge of the table.
“I know! Lets stick pins in his balls!” Pooch again.
Shit! And Damn! lets get away from those pins, ladies.
“Better yet, lets use his belt to give him a good strapping!” That meets with general approval. They remove my belt from my trousers, and tell me to bend over. They each take turns strapping my ass.
“Look how red his cheeks are getting. Do you think he’s embarrassed or something?”
“Nah, just getting his exercise. Bend over further you fucker, I want to strap you right on your puckered ass hole.”
I grab my ankles and pull.
“Spread ‘em fucker!” Pooch again.
I move my feet about thirty inches apart.
Whack! Teach is definitely in good shape.
Whack! My hole puckers as tightly as it can muster, hopefully presenting a smaller target.
Whack! I surreptitiously glance at my watch. I hope that I can walk when this is over.
“Stand up and turn around.” Stretch.
“Stick you ugly fat schlongue out as far as you can.” At least the are working in a different location for a while.
I push my hips forward.
“Hold that thing out so I can hit it with the belt.” She looks at Teach. Teach grabs my cock head and tugs it across to the table, laying it down near the table’s edge, John’s poor defenseless head hanging over.
Whack! Right square on my cock head. The belt causes his head to bend at a ninety degree, putting high stress on the flesh under the ring. The shock of the blow causes my cock to throb uncontrollably beneath the ring. The site of the blow turns an angry red.
I try to focus on how quickly the pain went away when my newly wed wife had strapped me. Still, every second goes torturously slow.
Whack! Again my cock head spasms from the stinging pain.
“Strap his shaft to. Make his whole schlongue as red as his ass is.”
I think to myself ‘Pooch, you aren’t very nice! Stop being so cantankerous.’
Whack! Whack! Whack! All the way down my shaft, the tip of the belt strikes my cock head.
Stretch finds another belt in her closet. Wham! Whack! I am fearing for my manhood. Wham! Whack! Wham! I swear I can hear the belts whistle as they swing toward my meat. Whack! Wham! Whack! Wham! ‘OOOOOH God, deliver me from this hell.’
“I know!” Pooch’s face looks like a little girl choosing between playing jacks and jumping rope.
Pooch, honey, please be quiet! Stop thinking! I am hoping it will get better, not worse. I hold my breath as I wait for what I am certain will be an absolutely horrid idea.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Movie Review: Failure to Launch
1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”
Overall Rating: 7
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8, believable
Acting: 7 Lots of angst to camoflauge the mediocre acting, especially Jennifer Anniston
Directing: 7, mostly watching the bodies and faces of all the delectable cast members
Scariness: 7 For a chick flick, there are some knee jerking surprises that startle you
Music: 6 A trip into the oldies
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: 2 to 10
Percentage Chic Flick: 7 Real naked buns to see!
Percentage Macho Flick: 7.5
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 4 But how women were portrayed wasn’t that much better
Special Effects: 6 Watch the closing credits though! The sail boat on the sea is a must to enjoy
How true to the book was it? Have not read the book, if there was one
Reality Ratio: 5 Lots of female/male/female manipulation
Enthrallment: 5
Worth the price of admission? Little screen would be fine except for the photography during the credits
Recommendation: Good date flick, it will give you somethings to chat about! Right Hugh?
Overall Rating: 7
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8, believable
Acting: 7 Lots of angst to camoflauge the mediocre acting, especially Jennifer Anniston
Directing: 7, mostly watching the bodies and faces of all the delectable cast members
Scariness: 7 For a chick flick, there are some knee jerking surprises that startle you
Music: 6 A trip into the oldies
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: 2 to 10
Percentage Chic Flick: 7 Real naked buns to see!
Percentage Macho Flick: 7.5
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 4 But how women were portrayed wasn’t that much better
Special Effects: 6 Watch the closing credits though! The sail boat on the sea is a must to enjoy
How true to the book was it? Have not read the book, if there was one
Reality Ratio: 5 Lots of female/male/female manipulation
Enthrallment: 5
Worth the price of admission? Little screen would be fine except for the photography during the credits
Recommendation: Good date flick, it will give you somethings to chat about! Right Hugh?
Schlongue Part Fourteen
After long thought, Stretch reluctantly decides to accept the fact that she cannot take more stretching down there.
Teach, giggling, suggests that we insert Big John into Pooch while Pooch is passed out. They motion me over to her as they lift and spread her rubbery legs. I notice that my cock is smaller than it has been since I was a child. Poor John is completely blue.
They each use one hand to spread her opening as Teach grabs John and guides him to Pooch’s gaping opening. John’s head totally covers the opening. They both encourage me to thrust. Stretch fumbles around under her bed and until she finds a tube of lubricant. She squeezes out half the tube on John and on Pooch’s opening. She quickly rubs the lube around my cock head and then into the gaping opening of Pooch’s womanhood. Again they urge me to push my way in before Pooch returns to consciousness. I have no feeling whatsoever in my cock head or balls.
We are eventually successful in getting the tip of John’s head into her. I rock gently back and forth, and slowly the rest of my blue bulging cock head sinks into her cunt. The gold ring and diamond shine in the room light, half covered by her inner lips.
Suddenly Pooch returns to consciousness and screams bloody murder as she looks down at my shaft protruding from her kitty like a telephone pole.
With a tremulous voice she asks “Is he really inside me?” Both Teach and Stretch answer by shooting pictures of the accomplishment.
“Can you take more of him?” Teach asks.
“I’m not sure. Let me just lie here a bit first. God, I feel like my pussy is giving birth to a fifty pound baby!”
“K.”
After a few minutes , Pooch murmurs “Push just a little bit so I can see what it feels like.”
I move my hips a slight bit.
“Stop stop stop! God I am so full. I can’t tell whether I can feel anything other than pain. Maybe you should pull it out.”
Both Teach and Stretch look at each in disappointment. “OK” they fnally agree.
I slowly try to pull out. But Big John’s head is stuck tighter than a rusted bolt on a leaky boat.
“Owwww Owww Owww! Stop! That hurts!”
I notice that she says everything three times.
I have no feeling in my cock head. I am inside a woman for the first time and I can’t feel a thing. My balls are shrunk to the size they wee as an infant. My frozen shrunken cock head is stuck inside a woman that screams if I try to pull out. I know that soon her body heat will warm John, and he will expand, and then what will happen?
I explain all of this to the ladies standing there naked gawking at the situation. All they can think about is that they can’t believe I actually am inside their friend. From the look on their face I can see that they don’t really believe that I can’t get John out. Things are starting to get hostile. I can see that this is soon going to be all my fault.
Teach makes the executive decision. “On the count of three, just yank it out.”
“NO NO NO, it will hurt too bad!”
Teach begins to feel the pressure of solving this thorny problem. “You don’t have a choice, if his schlongue starts expanding, you’ll be in worse condition. We have to do it now before you warm him up. Just do it. Here, bury your face in this pillow. One….Two….Three!”
I yank back with my hips.
I do pop free, but Pooch is screaming with pain. Slowly her crying subsides into whimpers, then sniffles.
“Not such a good idea, huh?” says Teach. She looks at Big John with contempt. “This will teach us to stay within our comfort level. We read all of these sex stories about how satisfied bigger men make you, but now I can see it isn’t true.”
Not knowing how to help her feel better, I venture “Any thing I can do to help?”
Her cheeks are wet with her tears. “Come down her and hold me in your arms.” I comply, wrapping her inside my arms, tight to my chest. Big John lies against her calf. Both Teach and Stretch sit down next to her and stroke her hair and forehead.
Some time passes, and I can sense John is start to have feeling again. He also grows a bit, sliding down her leg.
“That schlongue of yours is useless isn‘t it?” Pooch bitches. “You can’t service a woman with it, you can’t even find trousers that will hide it. I guess that makes it a loser on all counts.” I can see that she wants to get even for the pain I caused her.
“My tongue works much better, according to my wife.”
“Stick it out, let us see it.”
I stick my tongue out for their inspection.
My God! Look how long it is!” Teach exclaims.
Stretch is quick to realize that this might be her means of getting off tonight. “Lie down on the middle of the bed, let me try it out!”
As I recline, she walks on her knees across the bed toward my head. She swings her leg over my face, her rump facing my forehead. Her hand firmly planted on my chest, she settles down onto my face. I lick her lips gently with my tongue, making a complete circle up one side and down the other.
“OOOOOHH!” she breathes. Her pussy squirms a bit as I continue to trace her opening. Her lips are still very puffy and swollen, and her opening is still very wide. Her wetness begins to drip onto my tongue. Her juices are very salty and slightly oily.
I let my tongue travel back to her anal opening on my next circuit. I pause slightly and circle her taint once before continuing on around her gaping opening again. Slowly I let my tongue sneak toward her hole. Her wetness drips faster and faster as I work my way toward her opening.
“Oh god YES! Yes, put it inside me.”
I ignore her plaintive request and begin to circle her clitoris. I reach up and fumble for her nipples and breasts. She guides my hands to her nipples. Her tail is now starting to move up and down, each down increasing the length that my nose is against her puckered little asshole. As she rises again, I move my tongue to her asshole and make it firm so that it penetrates her opening. My chin is now against her clitoris. She grinds down on my chin as I thrust further and further into her asshole.
She begins to shudder and pulse. I can feel her asshole begin to clutch my tongue in pulsing grasps. Her shuddering strengthens and soon she is cumming full tilt. Her asshole is suffocating my mouth, and her cheeks are closed on my nose. I hold out for her finish, stopping my tongue movement in hopes that will hurry her. She continues to grind on my chin, shuddering and whimpering. I am almost to the end of my air supply. Her shuddering is slowing, and I feel her start to release my nose. I gasp for air.
Teach, giggling, suggests that we insert Big John into Pooch while Pooch is passed out. They motion me over to her as they lift and spread her rubbery legs. I notice that my cock is smaller than it has been since I was a child. Poor John is completely blue.
They each use one hand to spread her opening as Teach grabs John and guides him to Pooch’s gaping opening. John’s head totally covers the opening. They both encourage me to thrust. Stretch fumbles around under her bed and until she finds a tube of lubricant. She squeezes out half the tube on John and on Pooch’s opening. She quickly rubs the lube around my cock head and then into the gaping opening of Pooch’s womanhood. Again they urge me to push my way in before Pooch returns to consciousness. I have no feeling whatsoever in my cock head or balls.
We are eventually successful in getting the tip of John’s head into her. I rock gently back and forth, and slowly the rest of my blue bulging cock head sinks into her cunt. The gold ring and diamond shine in the room light, half covered by her inner lips.
Suddenly Pooch returns to consciousness and screams bloody murder as she looks down at my shaft protruding from her kitty like a telephone pole.
With a tremulous voice she asks “Is he really inside me?” Both Teach and Stretch answer by shooting pictures of the accomplishment.
“Can you take more of him?” Teach asks.
“I’m not sure. Let me just lie here a bit first. God, I feel like my pussy is giving birth to a fifty pound baby!”
“K.”
After a few minutes , Pooch murmurs “Push just a little bit so I can see what it feels like.”
I move my hips a slight bit.
“Stop stop stop! God I am so full. I can’t tell whether I can feel anything other than pain. Maybe you should pull it out.”
Both Teach and Stretch look at each in disappointment. “OK” they fnally agree.
I slowly try to pull out. But Big John’s head is stuck tighter than a rusted bolt on a leaky boat.
“Owwww Owww Owww! Stop! That hurts!”
I notice that she says everything three times.
I have no feeling in my cock head. I am inside a woman for the first time and I can’t feel a thing. My balls are shrunk to the size they wee as an infant. My frozen shrunken cock head is stuck inside a woman that screams if I try to pull out. I know that soon her body heat will warm John, and he will expand, and then what will happen?
I explain all of this to the ladies standing there naked gawking at the situation. All they can think about is that they can’t believe I actually am inside their friend. From the look on their face I can see that they don’t really believe that I can’t get John out. Things are starting to get hostile. I can see that this is soon going to be all my fault.
Teach makes the executive decision. “On the count of three, just yank it out.”
“NO NO NO, it will hurt too bad!”
Teach begins to feel the pressure of solving this thorny problem. “You don’t have a choice, if his schlongue starts expanding, you’ll be in worse condition. We have to do it now before you warm him up. Just do it. Here, bury your face in this pillow. One….Two….Three!”
I yank back with my hips.
I do pop free, but Pooch is screaming with pain. Slowly her crying subsides into whimpers, then sniffles.
“Not such a good idea, huh?” says Teach. She looks at Big John with contempt. “This will teach us to stay within our comfort level. We read all of these sex stories about how satisfied bigger men make you, but now I can see it isn’t true.”
Not knowing how to help her feel better, I venture “Any thing I can do to help?”
Her cheeks are wet with her tears. “Come down her and hold me in your arms.” I comply, wrapping her inside my arms, tight to my chest. Big John lies against her calf. Both Teach and Stretch sit down next to her and stroke her hair and forehead.
Some time passes, and I can sense John is start to have feeling again. He also grows a bit, sliding down her leg.
“That schlongue of yours is useless isn‘t it?” Pooch bitches. “You can’t service a woman with it, you can’t even find trousers that will hide it. I guess that makes it a loser on all counts.” I can see that she wants to get even for the pain I caused her.
“My tongue works much better, according to my wife.”
“Stick it out, let us see it.”
I stick my tongue out for their inspection.
My God! Look how long it is!” Teach exclaims.
Stretch is quick to realize that this might be her means of getting off tonight. “Lie down on the middle of the bed, let me try it out!”
As I recline, she walks on her knees across the bed toward my head. She swings her leg over my face, her rump facing my forehead. Her hand firmly planted on my chest, she settles down onto my face. I lick her lips gently with my tongue, making a complete circle up one side and down the other.
“OOOOOHH!” she breathes. Her pussy squirms a bit as I continue to trace her opening. Her lips are still very puffy and swollen, and her opening is still very wide. Her wetness begins to drip onto my tongue. Her juices are very salty and slightly oily.
I let my tongue travel back to her anal opening on my next circuit. I pause slightly and circle her taint once before continuing on around her gaping opening again. Slowly I let my tongue sneak toward her hole. Her wetness drips faster and faster as I work my way toward her opening.
“Oh god YES! Yes, put it inside me.”
I ignore her plaintive request and begin to circle her clitoris. I reach up and fumble for her nipples and breasts. She guides my hands to her nipples. Her tail is now starting to move up and down, each down increasing the length that my nose is against her puckered little asshole. As she rises again, I move my tongue to her asshole and make it firm so that it penetrates her opening. My chin is now against her clitoris. She grinds down on my chin as I thrust further and further into her asshole.
She begins to shudder and pulse. I can feel her asshole begin to clutch my tongue in pulsing grasps. Her shuddering strengthens and soon she is cumming full tilt. Her asshole is suffocating my mouth, and her cheeks are closed on my nose. I hold out for her finish, stopping my tongue movement in hopes that will hurry her. She continues to grind on my chin, shuddering and whimpering. I am almost to the end of my air supply. Her shuddering is slowing, and I feel her start to release my nose. I gasp for air.
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.
“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.
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.
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