“Oh, wow! It's true!”
“Yeah and it tastes good, too!”
“I'm glad you like it.”
“Even your balls are big, little man!”
“Hang on. I want to measure it.”
“Oh my God! It's about an inch longer than the ruler! Thirteen inches!”
Sitting in the back seat of the old Ford, the two girls licked and rubbed Dan's cock enthusiastically. Both were attractive nursing students at St. Louis University. And both clearly admired Dan's unique anatomy. He was a senior in high school.
Kathy, the tall, slender blond with the great smile massaged Dan's nuts while gently nibbling around the rim of the head with her full lips. Kim, the brunette with the curvy body had her hand partially around his dick, jacking it slowly while running her tongue along the sensitive backside of the shaft. For his part, Dan was leaning back, quietly enjoying the show.
A generous flow of pre-cum moved down the massive cock and occasionally one of the girls would lap it up from the head and shaft like it was ambrosia from the gods. He saw it everyday and was used to it, but he had to admit that his cock looked impressive in the girls' hands. After thoroughly licking it, Kathy decided to make an attempt at sucking the large head into her mouth. She opened as widely as possible and slowly worked it in. Her face reddened while her cheeks and mouth looked uncomfortably stretched out. The head soon hit the back of her throat. They were all three impressed to see that she had managed to get the entire head and even an inch or two of the shaft into her mouth.
Dan let out a small moan as Kathy slowly removed the head from her mouth, gently grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth on the way out. She inhaled deeply. “Mmmm, it tastes so good.”
“Enjoy it while you can, ladies,” Dan said, sinking lower into the seat to get more comfortable. “I graduate next Friday and on Saturday I'm going to the recruiter's office to enlist in the army. I want to be a pilot.”
“Oh, promise us you'll come back in one piece,” Kim pleaded with a genuinely sad expression on her face. “We're going to be hungry without you to feast on.”
“Yeah, flyboy,” Kathy continued looking up into Dan's eyes. “You have to come back soon. No one else is gonna be able to take your place. You've spoiled us.”
Dan smiled, hoping but doubting that was true. “We just have to make the most of the next week. Who wants to nurse on it now?”
“I do!” They both said in unison.
“It's my turn!” Kim insisted, giving Kathy a fake glaring look. “You were just sucking on it.”
“Yeah, but all I got was some pre-cum,” Kathy barked back playfully.
“That's true,” Dan stated, secretly hoping that Kathy would continue with her sucking. She had a large mouth with sexy full lips. She started off a little clumsy, but now seemed to have the hang of it. She's got a lot of potential, he thought. With a little more practice, she'll probably be able to give the best head I've ever had.
“Okay,” Kim said grudgingly, “but I get the next one.”
Dan ran his hand through her soft, dark hair. “Don't worry. There'll be plenty left after Kathy's turn.”
“I guess that why they call you "Plenty',” Kim giggled. She reached down and began to gently massage his large balls.
Kathy and Kim eagerly went back to work on Dan's dick and the pre-cum was soon flowing stronger than before. Kathy was focused on the head and upper shaft while Kim stroked near the base and massaged his nuts. He felt a familiar pressure deep in his balls and moaned slightly. “Oh, yeah. Like that,” He said and sighed slightly. “A little faster.”
The girls increased the rhythm and Kathy closed her eyes and began to moan while she sucked on the head. The flow of pre-cum was heavy now. “Mmmm,” he groaned. “It's getting close.”
His cock was almost painfully hard now and he knew a massive load was built up for Kathy to feed on. “Oh…mmm-hmm, it's dinner time…uhhhh…uhhhh…
BOOM!
Sgt. Dan Dicenti was suddenly shaken out of his daydream by a violent explosion. He was packed like a sardine into the ball turret hanging beneath the fuselage of his B-17 bomber. She was named the Heavy Load and everyone onboard joked that Dan was her mascot. Or at least his giant cock was.
It was the 12th of May, 1944 and the Heavy Load, along with most of the Eighth Army Air Corps, 303rd Bomb Group, was returning from a mission (Dan's third) over Germany. It had been a brutal trip. First, the fighters had been thick, then the flak 88's had turned the beautiful blue sky over Merseburg into a nightmare of black smoke and white hot shrapnel.
Still, the run had been a success. They had dropped their bombs and made a fiery mess of their target, a large oil refinery complex on the edge of town. Several planes had gone down around them, but the Heavy Load's only real damage had been a hit to the fuel line of the number three engine, forcing the pilot to shut it down. Running on three engines meant that they would fall behind the main formation and as a straggler, would be “easy pickings” if they ran into German fighters on the way home. But all things considered, they had gotten off easy and had received only minor damage…or so they thought until now.
From his headset, Dan could hear the Heavy Load's co-pilot, Lt. John Barrett shouting, “The number four engine just exploded! I think it took part of the wing off, too!”
Shit! I need to get out of this damn turret, Dan thought, feeling the big bomber shake violently. At 5'4”, Dan was the obvious choice for ball turret gunner on the B-17. While he knew the shortest crew member could get in and out of the cramped turret the easiest, he also knew it was a notorious deathtrap.
With a speed he didn't know he possessed, Dan unstrapped himself, forced open the turret hatch and crawled out onto the rattling deck of the plane. Just as he was reaching for his parachute, he heard the crew chief, Lt. Alan Green say “Bail out! She won't stay up much longer! Frank, help Dan get out of his turret!”
“Forget it,” Dan responded. “I'm already out and getting my chute on.”
“Alright,” Green shouted through the static-filled intercom, “everybody out as quick as you can!”
Dan tried to get the bulky chute on, but the shaking and rolling were throwing him off balance and into the side of the plane. He suddenly felt someone grab his chute pack and hold it steady against his back, allowing him to connect the parachute harness. Looking back, he saw his best buddy, Sgt. Frank Baer give him a nod and a smile.
“You owe me one, Plenty,” Frank said, patting Dan on the back as he moved past.
“Where are you going, Frank?” Dan asked, seeing the other gunner move up toward the front of the plane and away from his side gun position.
“I'm gonna get Bill out of the nose. You get out of here!”
Dan paused for an instant, wondering if he too should help Bill get out of the cramped bombardier's position. Then, realizing there would be barely enough room for one person to assist, he turned and headed for the fuselage exit hatch.
Even though it was mid-May, the cold wind whipped past Dan as he stood by the waist gun opening. Still, they were below 15,000 feet and his fur-lined jacket helped protect him from the brunt of the cold. Looking aft down the length of the fuselage, he could see the other crewmembers in various stages of preparation for bailing out.
Suddenly, the bomber rocked violently to the side and Dan was thrown out the waist door. He tumbled wildly, disoriented by the unexpected fall. 1-2-3! Without thinking, Dan pulled the rip cord on his parachute and felt the large silk sheet deploy. He felt the wind get forced from his lungs as the chute cables pulled tight above him.
Where's everyone else? Dan wondered, trying unsuccessfully to look up and around for the rest of his crew. He could hear the Heavy Load's engines from above and behind him, but they sounded further away than he expected.
I hope they're alright, he thought, still trying to look around for his mates. The fact that he hadn't heard an explosion gave him hope. I guess this makes me a proud member of the Caterpillar Club, Dan thought. The only rule for membership in this elite club was successfully parachuting out of a crashing plane. At least it beats the other option.
About a minute later, he heard a distant explosion that he knew had to be the big bomber crashing into the ground. Surely that was enough time for everyone to get out. Wasn't it? The air around him was cool and eventually the wind turned Dan around so that he was facing the direction of the explosion. He searched the ground for any signs of fire or wreckage, but saw none, so he began scanning the sky. At first he saw only blue sky and puffy white clouds as far as he could see, but as his eyes adjusted and focused, he thought saw white parachutes slowly floating to earth far off in the distance. How many were there? They were too far away to tell for sure, but there had to be several of them. Maybe they had all gotten out and were on their way to the soft earth below. With a little luck we'll be back at base in Molesworth by tomorrow night, he thought absent-mindedly. Just in time to go on that double date with Frank, Allison and that honey, Portia that I met last week in the pub. Portia was the pretty, sandy-haired nanny in the tight flowery dress that did nothing to hide her curvy figure. She had taken an interest in Dan after Frank and Allison had told her why everyone called him “Plenty.” No doubt she was another size queen. He could spot them a mile away.
Eventually the wind spun him away from the other parachutes and Dan had nothing to do, but enjoy the scenery and think. He had only flown two successful missions before being knocked out of the sky. “So much for the third time being a charm,” Dan muttered as he watched the countryside slowly rise toward him.
The view was nice from up here. A well defined patchwork of farm lands was mixed with beautiful green woods that spread out over gently rolling hills. Wherever I am, I hope there are some beautiful babies wondering around, he mused to himself. He had met a few French and Dutch girls while stationed in England and many of them had a sexiness that most girls back home in St. Louis were lacking. The opportunity to flirt with a whole smorgasbord of European women brought a smile to his face and a slight swelling in his pants. During the crisis of the crash, his dick had shriveled to maybe eight inches — practically an “innie” for Dan. But with the realization that he was going to live, his fantasies brought him to about ten inches. Not bad, considering I'm floating under a big silk bed sheet above enemy territory!
For the first time since falling out of the plane and opening his chute, it suddenly occurred to Dan that he wasn't out of danger yet. While he was pretty sure they were out of German airspace, this was still occupied territory and there was a good chance that someone saw or at least heard his plane crash. The Nazis would be looking for him soon. But before that even, he had to survive the next few minutes. Looking straight down, he realized he had drifted away from the open fields and toward a densely wooded area along the gentle slope of a hill. There were plenty of stories of airmen getting stabbed on tree branches, breaking their necks and even drowning in ponds while wearing all of their heavy equipment. Fortunately, he couldn't see any water below him, but there were lots of trees rapidly approaching.
Dan felt like he needed to do something, but he realized he had very little control over his descent. He attempted to steer himself with the two harness risers connected to his chute, but finally decided that he was mostly at the mercy of the wind. And it was taking him straight toward a big tree with lots of dangerous looking branches! Great, he thought. Just barely twenty years old and I'm going to die by being impaled on a tree branch. I might as well have stayed on the plane! Just as he was preparing to wiggle around and try to avoid the most dangerous branches of the huge tree, a slight gust caught his parachute and sent him sailing past the tree toward an opening in the woods.
Dan let out a sigh of relief. Someone up there likes me, he thought. Suddenly he heard the sound of sheets tearing and looked up in time to see his parachute getting caught and torn on one of the big branches of the tree.
“Shit!” He cried as he plummeted toward the ground, only to be snapped back by the taut parachute lines at the last second. Other than a slight case of whiplash he was fine, but he was dangling less than a foot from the forest floor.
originally published at:http://ift.tt/2eaPLrP