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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Schlongue Part Thirteen

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

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

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

“Big John.”

“What is that?”

“My wife’s name for my penis.”

“Good name!”

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

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

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

“So when was your first time, then?”

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

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

No answer from Pooch, just further blushing and embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well! That was disappointing!” says Stretch.

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

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

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

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


“You ever done this before?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Four?” I ask.

“Yes!” Says Pooch without hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Schlongue Part Twelve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stretch again, “How big are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Use your hands” I suggest.

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

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

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

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

Schlongue Part Eleven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Schlongue Part Ten

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s what she said.”

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

Not unless forced to be my wife, asshole!

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

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

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

“Spoons?”

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

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

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

“Big John.”

“Huh?”

“Big John.”

“Oooookay!?????”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Schlongue Part Nine

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

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

My journal is certainly all caught up now!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Movie Review: Firewall

Movie Review: Firewall

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

Overall Rating: 9

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

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

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

Recommendation: Do it! Just DO IT!

Movie Review: 16 Blocks

Movie Review: 16 Blocks

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

Overall Rating: 7

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

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

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

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

Schlongue Part Eight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Schlongue Part Seven

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

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

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

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

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

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

“It was quite a surprise, Honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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