Month: October 2016

Eddie’s Transformation

I woke up the next morning with a raging boner. It felt like I had a steel pipe between my legs. A few rapid pumps up and down and the cum spewed out of my cock head and onto the dried cum already on my belly.

I ran my finger through the puddle of spooge and tasted it. It tasted salty and warm and I lapped it up and jumped out of bed to get into the shower.

I looked myself over and didn't see any changes, certainly I didn't possess “enlarged genitalia” yet. My skimpy little dick was the same as it always was.

After the shower I called Petey and decided to try another workout and see if the cream was helping. Although I was not supposed to use the cream again for a few days, I applied another 3-4” blob of cream on my other thigh.

Petey was surprised I wanted to work out again so soon. I put on my workout shorts and tee and ran across the street to his back door.

We went downstairs and he set up the light weights for me. I got on the bench and instead of struggling, was able to knock out 20 reps without any trouble. Petey was shocked. I told him I had Wheaties for breakfast and that made the difference. I don't think he bought it. He added 30 pounds to the bar and started his bench presses. The bar and weights came to 90 pounds. He got the first five out without much trouble and then struggled to get the next five pumped out. He almost didn't make the last one.

I suggested that I try it and he looked at me like I was insane. I had never really gotten more than 60 pounds off the bench before, but he said “what the hell”.

He spotted me as I attempted to get the 90 lbs. off the bench rack. I concentrated and pushed up against the weight and the bar moved up. I locked my arms in place and then started to bring the bar down. I brought it down and then up and down and up until I had done 20 reps. I probably could have done 25. I put the bar back and sat up. I felt the blood rushing through my veins. I felt like a new power was running through my body. Petey was amazed.

“I can't even do 20 reps with 90 lb. in one go. What the fuck, man?” I grinned my goofy grin and went to feel my tightened bicep. Normally I can get my fingers to almost touch each other around my skinny bicep. Now, I could feel a baseball under the skin. I was shocked. I had real biceps and triceps. They were clearly visible. I was loving this.

“Let me try another set”, I said and pushed Petey out of the way. I got back under the bar and this time pumped out 30 reps without stopping. I was on fire. I sat up and pulled off my shirt and did a sitting double bicep pose. I looked into the mirror and the guy on the bench in the mirror could not have been me. He had pumped up tight pecs and real biceps. You could see a baseball on each arm.

“Eddie man, what the hell is going on? You look like you've been working out for 2 years solid. You look hot.”

I needed to do more. I grabbed the 25lb dumbells that I couldn't even lift off the ground last week and cranked out 20 reps with each arm. I pumped up my arms again and the biceps were thicker than before and I could see some of the veins in my forearm and biceps stand up.

“Man, Petey, how hot is this?” as I did another double bicep pose.

“Eddie, you are on fire, let's see what you can pump out”. With that I started doing bicep curls with the 25 lb dumbbells. It seemed easier this time and when I got to 100 reps I stopped and switched arms. After the second 100 reps I was sweating and felt my biceps and chest again. They were solid muscle and pumped to a level I never experienced. I was also realizing that I was totally boned.

I knew Petey could see my boner tenting my shorts and not only didn't I care, but it only made me hornier. “Look at these fuckin' muscles Petey, where did they come from?”.

I flexed my chest and I had real pecs and the baby fat on my stomach was melting away and forming a tight 6-pack. My nipples were standing up and I never remember being so hot and horny in my life. A wet spot started to form at the end of the tent pole in my shorts.

I didn't care that Petey was standing there, I needed to see what was going on down below. I yanked my shorts and undershorts to the floor and I had a real adult boner with pubes. I don't know where it came from or when I got it, but it was throbbing.

“Look at it Petey, it's huge. Get the ruler from your bedroom.” We used to fool around a little and compare cocks from time to time. He would take out his ruler and show me that his cock was 5.5” long and make me feel bad about my puny 4” pencil dick.

Petey ran upstairs for a minute and I stared at my crotch. It was like a steel rod, thick and veiny and the head was wider and more flared than I had ever seen. Hell, it was even thicker and probably longer than Petey's. It was oozing pre-cum. I put the two or three glistening drops onto my finger and then brought it up to my tongue. It was sweet and sticky and only made me want to squeeze more out of my cock. Yes, I now had a real cock, not some puny little dick. I squeezed the shaft and out came another huge glob of pre-cum. I put it on my finger and savored the taste and feel of it on my tongue.

Petey came down the basement steps completely out of breath from running up to his room and back in record time. I could tell from the look on his face and the lump in his shorts that this was turning him on as well.

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He was holding the ruler in one hand, hopping on one foot and pulling off his sneaker in the other. He handed me the ruler and I looked up and he had become completely naked in a split second and was standing over me staring at my cock. I grasped the shaft and squeezed hard. The head became bright reddish purple and another slippery glob of pre-cum leaked out.

“Holy shit, Eddie, holy shit, what the fuck is going on with you?” Petey asked. I pumped my cock up and down and held the ruler close. I couldn't believe my eyes. I put the base of the ruler into a small but thick bush of pubic hair. The ruler read a solid 7.5”; now a full two inches bigger than Petey. And it was thick, really thick, I only wished I had a tape measure at that point just to see how thick it was. Pre-cum was dripping down the shaft.

“Man, that cream really works” I thought to myself…at this rate, who knows how huge I build my fucking muscles and my “enlarged” cock. Soon, I'll have the whole school begging to get into my pants. I was overwhelmed with my powerful monster cock and my newly pumped muscled body.

I stood up with my boned cock in hand dripping pre-cum and I pushed Petey down to his knees. “My cock is bigger than yours, my muscles are bigger than yours and I am stronger than you. I am horny as shit and I need some relief. Lick my cock” I commanded.

I didn't know who really said that, although I heard the words come out of my mouth. That was not me, I really liked Petey, he was my best friend, why would I treat him that way?

Mesmerized, he stayed on his knees and opened his mouth and took the head of my throbbing cock inside his mouth. He licked the pre-cum off the shaft and slid most of what he could down his throat. He sucked and sucked like it was the most important thing in his life.

“Good cocksucker, lick my hot dick. You love that don't you. You are my bitch, when I want you to suck on it you will do as I want whenever I want. Tell me you want my cock more than anything”. Where did that arrogance come from? Who do I think I am?

He pulled his mouth off my cock for a second, looked up at me with puppy eyes and said “I will suck your cock whenever you want. Your huge cock and your hot body is everything to me.”

He crawled up my body and started to lick my powerful 6 pack abs, and made his way up to the erect nipples on top of my newly thickened pecs. “You are sooooo fuckin' hot, you are making me crazy.” He started nibbling hard on my nipples which drove me insane. I did a double bicep pose and he started feeling and licking my biceps and burying his face in my pits. I could feel his throbbing cock press against my balls.

I grabbed his face and locked my lips on his and drove my tongue deep into his mouth feeling the heat inside.

Our hard cocks bumped into each other as we kissed. I ground my hips into his, pumping our cocks together between our bodies. I was on fire like I have never been. I grabbed his ass with my powerful hands and pulled him close, so tight our chests, our cocks mashed together as one. I could feel him taking each breath. I felt his asshole jump when I put my finger by his warm, damp, musty, entrance.

“I need to fuck you, bitch” I growled. (I did? Who was this motherfucker of a person I had become?) “Turn over and get ready to take all of me.”

“OK, but please be careful, I've never done this and you're SO big now” he pleaded.

I had this huge struggle inside. I was going to plow him hard and show him no mercy, but he was still my sweet friend Petey, that up till today I thought was completely straight. He had sucked my cock, licked and kissed me like he meant it and now I was threatening to split him in two.

On the shelf by the weight bench was a bottle of hand lotion. I pushed him face down onto the bench and spread his ass wide open. I never thought twice about this kind of sex before. Where was this all coming from? Why was I pushing this sweet friend of mine around like a dog? But I couldn't stop myself.

I smacked his ass hard right on the split and he jumped. I saw the handprint that I left on his butt. He squirmed a little. Then I put the lotion on two fingers and ran them across his virgin butthole. It was warm and inviting and I was hornier than I have ever been.

One finger slipped in, then two. I added a little more lotion on my fingers and pushed in deeper. Petey moaned like this was what he was waiting for his whole life. As I pumped my fingers in he met them with his ass and pushed hard to get them in deeper.

I had him flip over onto his back, lubed up my cock nice and slick and put the dripping, throbbing wide helmet up against the entrance to his hole.

He looked at me and moaned “Fuck me Eddie, fuck me hard”. That was all I needed to hear. His ass seemed to open up and suck me in. In a matter of three or four strokes I was in up to my hard slapping balls.

Petey moaned, “harder Eddie, fuck me harder”. At the same time he was reaching up, playing with my pecs and twisting my nipples.

I banged him without mercy for a solid ten minutes. Without any warning he pulled me down on top of him, kissing me deeply and I could feel a pulsing from the hard cock trapped between us. Seconds later, his warm cum spread out between our two bodies.

That sent me over the top and I blew a load deep, deep into his body that sent shivers up from my toes. I collapsed on top of him with my hard dick still buried deep inside his ass.

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GIVING HIM A JUMP

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

GIVING HIM A JUMP

By anonymous.a

Sooner or later, if you drive often enough, you will climb into your car one morning, put the fob near the ignition, press the button and …

… nothing.

You try it again. Nothing. Then again. Maybe the battery in the fob has gone dead. The car still won’t start. You stare into the distance, your brain frozen with indecision. What the hell? You start to think: Maybe it’s not the fob. Maybe it’s the car battery. You turn on the headlights. They spring to life, then quickly fade to yellow and die altogether.

Shit.

It’s the car battery, the freaking car battery.

So now what do you do?

That depends on where you are. If you’re parked in your driveway you start calling friends to give you a jump. Except they all work during the day, and can’t take an hour off to help you with your car. You knock on your neighbors’ doors but they’re not home either.

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s looking like a tow truck is your last option. That’ll be a hundred bucks. What a racket. In your next life, buy a tow truck and work banker’s hours. You’ll be rich before you know it.

I’ve found myself in that position and I’m sure it’ll happen again, which is why I added a set of jumper cables to the box of car repair tools I keep in the trunk. You never know when some poor stranded motorist will need a jump, and besides: I like the karma I get from helping others.

In fact just the other day those jumper cables paid dividends in a big, big way. I’m still grinning over the memories. In fact, if I try hard enough I can still taste them.

I had friends visiting and we met for dinner at this out-of-the way place in a quiet part of town. I usually don’t drink alcohol when I go out because I don’t want to risk an accident or a ticket, but these friends insisted, so I had a beer with my meal. Problem is, one beer usually leads to two beers, then three. I was able to get out of there before that happened, but my taste buds had been activated, and they wanted more beer. So I stopped at a convenience store to pick up a six-pack.

The minute I got out of the car I was approached by a kid. I was instantly suspicious because this convenience store is a notorious hangout for homeless guys wanting to bum money for alcohol and cigarettes. I don’t mind helping people when they’re down on their luck, but these guys made the streets their lifestyle and I had little sympathy for them.

My suspicions were unwarranted because as the kid got closer, I could see he was wearing a vest with the store’s logo on it. He worked here.

“Excuse me sir, I hate to bother you,” he began, “but I wondered if you could help me out. I need a jump.”

Funny he chose that word. I would love to have “jumped” him because he was a luscious guy, about 5-11 or 6 feet tall, 150 pounds, a nice tan, with brownish-blonde flyaway hair. He looked like a young River Phoenix, down to the cute button of a nose. He didn’t have much of an ass, at least what I could tell through his baggy jeans, but the slight bulge in his crotch suggested he was packing more than minimal equipment on the front side of things.

“Sir?”

Oh God. I must have been staring. I shook my head to snap out of it, then stammered to recover. “Um, yeah. Sure. Where are you parked?”

He nodded in the direction of the side of the building. “Around back. The manager won’t let employees park up front. He wants the spaces reserved for customers, so I’m in the back there.”

I told him I’d head that way and he hurried off down the sidewalk. I checked him out as he walked away and saw that my earlier appraisal of his ass had been mostly correct, although now that he was moving you could see those skinny glutes pressing against the fabric of his jeans. I enjoyed a momentary mental image of my face pressed into his ass crack, my tongue lapping against his hot hole, the hole itself pulsing as it opened and closed, awaiting the entry of a finger … or something else. I felt a building pressure in my groin and let out a pent-up sigh. The kid didn’t look underage but he was surely too young for me. Even if he weren’t, the odds favored he was into girls. I tried to tamp down my imagination and get the car started.

There was a narrow dirt track that led to an open area behind the store, and sure enough, beneath an oak tree rested an aging Pontiac with the hood up, the kid standing next to it. He was fanning the battery and I wondered why he was doing that, until I remembered sometimes batteries give off fumes that can ignite if there’s a spark. More than one person has been injured by an exploding car battery. Thanks, kid.

I pulled up next to the Pontiac and popped the hood on my Toyota. I left the engine running while I untangled the jumper cables from the box of tools in the trunk. I had to read the instructions again to make sure I made the connections in the proper sequence – I can never remember which way it goes. Is it negative to negative and positive to ground, or the other way around? Anyway, I got the clamps hooked up to the battery terminals – averting my eyes in case the battery decided to blow up anyway – and told the kid to start his car.

He got into the Pontiac and turned the key. The starter turned over grudgingly and then the engine roared to life. He let out a small whoop of pleasure and beat his hand against the steering wheel.

I went to the door of his car and yelled, “Let it run a few minutes before you try to drive it. Might charge up the battery a bit.”

He nodded and started saying something, but I couldn’t hear. He saw that and patted the passenger seat, so I went around and got into the car, closing the door. There. It was much quieter now.

“I really appreciate this. I’ve needed a new battery for awhile, but they’re so damned expensive, you know?” he said, shaking his head. “I guess it’s unavoidable now. I’ll have to head down to Wal-Mart or AutoZone. Maybe I can get out of there with my ass intact.”

I nodded. The question was, would he get out of this car with his ass intact. Because if I had anything to do with it he wouldn’t. The more I saw of him the more attractive he became. I found myself wanting to take his hand into mine, slip my fingers between his and insert each one into my mouth, slowly sucking on them until he relaxed to the point I could reach behind his head and gently pull his lips to mine, kissing and caressing and running my hand through his hair as I made the sounds one makes when they’re aroused beyond their ability to control themselves.

“Is there something I can do to repay you?” I suddenly heard him say. He was looking at me with a strange expression, as if once again he had caught me staring and didn’t know why.

Was there? Of course there was. But dared I say the words?

“That depends,” I answered cautiously. “How old are you?”

He looked very confused and more than a little suspicious. “Eighteen. But what does that have to do with anything?”

Well, it had everything to do with everything if I were to ask my next question, which I finally mustered the courage to open my mouth and speak the words: “You could repay me by letting me go down on you. How about that?”

A shocked silence settled over the Pontiac’s interior. All I could hear was the engine idling. The kid stared out the windshield at nothing in particular, his mouth hanging slightly open, his bangs covering his eyebrows. My God he was beautiful. I hoped he wouldn’t say no. I wanted desperately to see what kind of cock was attached to that perfect face and body.

He cleared his throat. In that velvety voice he said, “I appreciate your help me but I don’t know if I’m that grateful.”

“It’s just a blowjob,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “It’s not like we’re getting married.”

His face wrinkled into an unhappy expression. “Yeah, but you’re a guy and all. I mean, I have a girlfriend. I like the ladies.”

“That’s fine. You wouldn’t be doing it for yourself. You’d be doing it for me, just like I’m jump-starting your battery for you.”

He frowned and sort of rocked his head from side to side, as if acknowledging an uncomfortable truth, and I could see the ice cracking. I could see it. His resolve was crumbling and he was going to do it. He was really going to do it. My mouth started watering at the anticipation of having that teen rod down my throat.

I heard him whisper, “Jesus Christ” as he unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his plaid boxers. His dick flopped out and it was a work of art, a slim, long tube of smooth flesh nestled in a bush of wiry brown pubes, a pair of balls the size of ping-pong balls scrunched below and to either side.

“Just do it and get it over with,” he said in a low voice. “My girlfriend is gonna kill me.”

“She’ll never know,” I said as I scooted over to the far left side of the passenger seat and leaned over the center console.

“Oh, she’ll know,” he said. “She’s a woman, and women always know.”

“Nah,” I assured him, then leaned in and took that delicious wand of flesh into my mouth.

The taste was fleshy and not-quite pungent. You could tell it had been awhile since he’d had it out to pee because it was sticky with a layer of sweat mixed with hormonal funk. His bush smelled the same way as I sucked his cock down my throat and buried my nose in his pubic hair, drawing from him a small gasp of surprise and what I hoped was pleasure. I let his cock stay there a moment, then pulled back, using my tongue to massage it along the way, then pushed back down again.

His hand involuntarily found the back of my head and he began to push. They always do that. Even the super reluctant guys. It’s as if once the blowjob commences, all thoughts of being converted to a homosexual retreat as instinct surges and the response to pleasure takes over, driven by the need to empty those balls. And that’s what kid did – pushed the back of my head so that his cock sank deeper into my sucking mouth. I inhaled deeply from his pubes, drawing in his scent and letting it add to the flavor of his flesh. I felt his cock growing stiffer and longer.

I pulled off his dick long enough to lap at his balls. His scrotum was covered with hair, as were his thighs. I ran my hands through it, feeling the bristly resistance and hearing the rustle as I rubbed his sticky inner legs and returned my attention to his dick.

I attacked the head, which was no wider than the shaft, and lapped up a drop of dew that had formed at the tip. It was sticky and coated my tongue with a gooey layer of male essence that I quickly spread to his shaft as I once again sank down on his cock, all the way to his balls.

He had both hands on the back of my head and had started thrusting his crotch into my face. Smalls cries of “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” slipped past his lips as he tried to remain as quiet as possible. Nobody could see us back here, but you never knew when somebody might show up.

I let him fuck my face as I sucked as much as I could. He was tensing and I knew he was not long from erupting in my mouth. I had no intention of letting a drop of his precious fluid escape, and he didn’t offer any kind of warning, nor did he hesitate.

He simply raised his ass off the seat and pulled my face into his crotch and blasted a giant, raging shot of 18-year-old sperm down my throat. That opened the floodgates, followed by two or three large spewings of cum that threatened to spill out of my mouth. I swallowed frantically and could taste his late teen essence as it slid down my throat and into my stomach. It was a sharp flavoring that reminded me of locker rooms and sweaty underwear and that sexy, superheated odor that fills a room when your cock has successfully performed its mission of pouring out your balls. I buried his still-twitching cock in my throat as he continued to shoot wads of cum into me. If he had buried his cock in a pussy and released that load, a bundle of surprise and happiness would be waiting for him nine months from then. As it stood, I was surprised and happy enough for both of us.

I sucked him dry, making sure there was no trace of sperm on his cock head or shaft, and then I licked the sweat off his balls. The inside of the car smelled like a whorehouse, and the temperature had gone up so much the windshield was starting to fog.

I pulled off him, gave his cock a final kiss, then sat up and wiped my lips. But I couldn’t wipe away the grin on my face.

“That was fucking intense,” he said, stuffing his unit back into his boxers as he pulled up his jeans. His hair hung down over his eyes and he looked so gorgeous I could barely resist the urge to lean in for a kiss. The suck-off would have to suffice.

We got out of the car. I disconnected the jumper cables and put them away as he dropped the hood on the Pontiac and latched it. I did the same on my Toyota. He paused a moment, looking sheepish and embarrassed, then shook my hand.

“Well, thank you again, for the jump,” he said.

“Which one?” I winked as I got into my car.

When he replied I had already closed the door, so he mouthed the word, “Both.”

I could feel the karma rolling my way. I swear I can still taste it.

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“Little Andy’s BIG Summer” 9

Andy awoke the next morning in an enviable position. Blake was resting comfortably next to him on his side. One arm was draped over Andy in an almost protective fashion and his face was nestled against the back of his neck. He could feel Blake’s breaths coming in a soft relaxed rhythm. Felt comforting. Blake felt for all the world like some enormous, sexy beast there to watch over and protect him. Slowly and carefully, as to not awaken Blake, he rolled over in bed beneath the covers to face him. His face was peaceful, and a tiny smile pulled whimsically at the corners of his mouth. As he admired the god in his bed, he reached up, and stroked Blake’s cheek with the back of his hand. Blake sighed contentedly in his sleep, and the smile widened a bit. Andy ran his fingers through his thick, soft hair, brushing a few strands away from his forehead. Blake stirred slightly in his slumber, putting his arm over him again, and his leg over Andy’s. Andy couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been happier. He allowed his hands to wander downward, feeling the thick cords of muscle in his neck. He ran his hands over Blake’s chest. The feel of the soft smooth skin stretched over firm over enlarged muscle gave him goosebumps as always. He gently stroked Blake’s arm, running his fingers along the deep lines of definition as he went. He slipped his hand under the covers, caressing the perfect symmetry of his rippling abs. Normally, to Andy, a guy as massively built as Blake wasn’t nearly as beautiful to behold. However, Blake was different. lines of musculature weren’t as angular as a bodybuilder. Rather, they were more curved, and flowing, like a well rendered sketch of masculinity. His body was a marvelous combination of speed, strength, and agility. Blake quite visibly worked himself for size and definition to the point where his muscles were packed. As if so overdeveloped that they fought for room in his body. All of it complimented by his tiny waist, hips, and ass.

Andy’s wandering hands caused Blake to stretch and roll over onto his back, seeming to invite a more in depth exploration. The comforter lay flat over Blake’s body, and down toward his hips was an unmistakeable lump showing even through the thick cover. After they had finished playing the night before, they’d shared an affectionate shower at the bathhouse, and returned to the cabin. Afterward, instead of the square cuts he usually slept in, Blake had donned another pair of speedoes simply to please Andy. Thinking of this now, Andt slowly pulled the covers down, baring Blake’s fabulous form. He slid his hand down over Blake’s torso, creeping slowly to the waistband of the speedo. They were a bright, metallic red, making his large dick appear larger, despite being currently flaccid. The fabric was stretched by the immaculate size of his penis and genitals, and Andy licked his lips at the sight. Gently, he petted the beast, waondering at its massive girth while soft. The head was gigantic, and showed quite visibly through the cloth. Andy stroked the length of it with his fingertip, from the bast to the head causing the head to stir ever so slightly. He watched entranced, as it began to respond to this stimulation. It began to thicken and elongate, the head swelling and becoming more pronounced now. Andy, making a feeble attempt to contain it, reached a hand in and packed it firmly into place . He put both hands over it, but the lump grew larger still, and began to stick out on either side of his cupped hands.

Andy could feel it begin to harden as it grew, and removed his hands to watch in fascination as it enlarged. The way he’d packed it in had caused the head to point straight out upward from Blake’s body. And growing still larger, it was beginning to push the waistband away from his body. It continued to grow, getting bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER. The fabric of the speedo was holding it in, momentarily, and Blake shifted uncomfortably as his massive member’s confines began to prove too small for it… Tiny wrinkles of stress appeared along the seam at each hip, and he could once again hear the sound of the fabric elasticizing beyond any intended state. It was growing rapidly now, and showing no sign of stopping as the shaft and head continued to increase in length and thickness. Andy reached into the tented speedo, and began stroking it. It throbbed wildly in his hand, swelling bigger with each throb. Precum seeped through the speedo as it grew bigger, and its head bulged. It began to bend, slightly under the restraint of the speedo, but only straightened again with immense size and strength as Andy heard threads giving way to Blake’s enormous erection. To Andy’s amazement, he realized that it was actually growing bigger than before, showing that Blake was capable of controlling it when conscious! Finally, the seams of the speedo tore violently, and Blake’s cock exploded forth.

It was so long, and so thick, and so bloated that it looked as if it were going to explode. The head was almost the size of a tennis ball, and the veins in it stood out . Andy experimentally pushed it down against his eight-pack abs, and it extended up past his belly button. Andy put both hands around it, and began moving them up and down. The precum dribbled down over the head and shaft, lubricating his efforts, and Blake began to stir. He moaned in his sleep as Andy jerked him off, and he proceeded to go a bit faster. He could easily feel the cum tube swell as his dick began to involuntarily pulsate. It took Andy fifteen minutes, but Blake finally cummed, the liquid spewing from his cock like a volcano. It flooded out of him uncontrollably in spurts. And his back arched slightly. Andy was amazed that how he could possibly sleep through such a thing, but was still glad that he was. It had given him a nice look at how BIG Blake really was. Andy retrieved a towel from the back of a chair, and wiped the semen from his face. He then proceeded to clean it from Blake’s chest, stomach, and legs. He wiped Blake’s shaft clean, and got off the bed.

He looked over at Blake for a moment. A look of absolute bliss was on his face, and he shifted in his sleep to a more relaxed position. Andy pulled on a pair of gym shirts, and Blake’s bathrobe. He slipped on a pair of sandals, and headed out the door. It was very early yet, and not even the coucilors would be up yet. He decided that he’d leave his beautiful man sllep for a bit while he went and got breakfast…

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Magic is Sweet!

Lying in bed late at night on a Thursday, Bobby wondered about his sexuality. As a senior in high school, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t yet made up his mind, but the problem was that he was simply so horny. He liked the site of a pair of boobs just as much of any of his friends, but the thought of huge flaccid penis hanging in someone’s sweatpants or jeans turned him on even more. He couldn’t really tell if his obsession with large penises was rooted in jealousy — that he was turned on by the power structures dependent on relative penis size — or whether it was pure sexual lust.

But he was still young, right? Maybe he was just a big hornball and his sexual desires were spilling over into every walk of life. If this was the case, he’d be ready to settle down and live a normal sexual life once he got a little older and his hormones stopped raging. Bobby was lying there pondering his sexuality and whether he would masturbate before bed when, he heard a noise towards the door of his room. Looking up, he could hardly believe his eyes. Standing at the foot of his bed was the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. She could only be described as sultry and seductive: looking to be around 21, in a skimpy but elegant black dress showing off her tits, flowing blonde hair coming down her shoulders, and aura of power surrounding her.

"I’ve been watching you for a while now, Bobby," she said seductively. Bobby was freaked out that there was a stranger in his room, but admittedly a little intrigued because she was just so damn hot.

"Who — Who are you?" Bobby replied, pretending like he was uninterested in her sexual appeal.

"My name is Jacqui, and you are one lucky lucky kid. I am a sex genie. I will not tell you where I came from, only that you are damn cute and a good kid, and I am now yours. Not only will you have ultimate control over every sexual desire you will have from now on, but I will also be at your service 24 hours a day. Congrats, Bobby."

Bobby was unimpressed and starting to get scared. This hot girl that had entered his room and had sparked his interest, but now he was realizing that it was pretty fucked up that a crazy woman had broken into his house and was standing alone in his room. He had to admit that she was right in her statement that he was pretty cute — he swam for a club team all year and looked pretty buff and smooth without a shirt on, had a cute baby face, and had gotten a few good looking girls over the course of high school — but it didn’t matter. Hot or not, this creep was in his room.

"Get out of here, now. I’m about to call the cops. Seriously this is fucked up" He replied, sterner than before.

"OK," she said, "but first take a peek down your boxers before you go getting all condescending to me." Bobby lifted the wasteband of his undershorts and peered down the smooth and tight skin. And freaked out. Since puberty he had owned a pretty run of the mill penis, measuring about 2.5 inches in length when it was soft and an average 6 inches hard, and it had served him well. But now he was staring down at a penis tha was less than one inch long, shrivelled, and skinny. It hardly looked like it had any blood in it, just shrivelled skin.

"What the fuck did you do to me? Yo, I don’ t know what you did, but put it back!" He was freaking out hard. This bitch was fucked up, and he now had a penis that would fit an 8 year old boy.

"Of course!" She said, "Don’t you see? I will do anything you want me to, but remember that you could have put it back yourself. You have control over ANY sexual desire, so just think it and it will happen. I’ll take care of this one though." Bobby felt a tingling in his cock and peered down again. Back on him was his normal penis, but the thought of this potential power was making it start to get a little hard. This could be interesting.

Bobby didn’t know what to think. He hadn’t thought about a genie since Aladdin, but he had to admit that his penis couldn’t have gotten that small naturally. He decided to try it out, so he thought of the perfect penis: about 7 inches soft, completely flaccid but plump and full of blood, hanging down so it would flop around a bit when he moved. The tingling returned, and he looked back down, not believing what he saw. His cock was magnificent — he felt such a sense of power and manliness looking at his new possession. It was the kind of penis where, had he seen it on one of his teammates in the locker room of his pool, he would have not been able to stop staring.

His life was about to change big time: he had always imagined how fun it would be to have a cock way larger than average, to be proud to show it off to whoever he could get to admire it and feel a little small in his presence. He looked up at Jacqui.

"You- You’re real," he studdered. He didn’t know what to think. How often had he had a fantasy close to this? How perfect would his life be — a hot girl at his fingertips and a huge penis for other males to envy?

"You have complete control over the size of your penis, the size of anyone else’s penis, the object of everyone’s affection… any sexual desire you have will come true. And you have complete control over me," she said with a seductive smile.

Bobby looked down, and saw that his 7 inch soft tool had grown into a ten inch throbbing erection sticking out of the hole in his boxers at the tought of his new found power. It was getting late and he knew that he had to sleep for school tomorrow, but he needed to try this out a bit more.

"Get naked." He stated with conviction. Jacqui started doing a strip tease, shaking her ass slowly as she got down to her black bra and thong. Her tits must have been in a D cup, but they still looked like they were overflowing the bra and begging to come out. When she stepped out of her last pieces of clothing, he gasped. Her body was shaped to absolute perfection: huge perky tits, the cleanest, most enticing cunt he had ever seen, and a neatly shaved landing strip. It was almost as though she had been crafted for his desires.

"I’d really like to experience the perfect blowjob," he said with a smile, gaining more confidence and awaiting the next step. She smiled and walked over to him, beginning to kiss around the skin above his cock, her hot breath making his hard-on twitch in the open air. She stuck her tongue out, and it touched the bottom of his cock by the hilt- making it twitch even more. To his surprise, she began to curl her tongue around his penis. Her tongue seemed to enlarge and envelope his dick until it stretched about three quarters around the shaft. Exhaling, she began to lick up the entire 10 inches of his engorged hard-on.

Bobby closed his eyes, savoring the best feeling he had ever felt. The tongue reached the tip of his penis and briefly played with his piss-slit, causing him to shudder. Then he felt a warm sensation at the tip, slowly spreading back down the length of his cock again until in reached the hilt once more. He realized that she was now deep throating his entire 10 inches.

Bobby had received head from two past girlfriends and a couple more from drunk experiences at house parties, but nothing ever as good as this. It felt like her throat was actually constricting to milk his cock — like it was designed to make his penis feel the best possible. This continued for 20 minutes of pure heavenly ecstasy. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t come, he just kept floating in the stage where he would squirm around his beat in pleasure. Finally, he felt an intense pressure building deep in his body. It crept up towards his balls, to the back of his penis, and just as he felt he was going to explode, Jacqui stopped and smiled at him.

"Fuck you!" He gasped, "make me cum!" She smiled again and engulfed his cock once more. The feeling was instantly back, and built up until the pressure on the back of his cock was unbearable. He lost all his senses — he stopped breathing, both his legs cramped, and his vision started to go blurry as she released his penis just in time for the first shot to fire out and hit her in the face. He had never cummed like this before. Eight huge shots rocked out of his penis, covering Jacqui’s face and tit’s with his ropes of goo. After the mayhem subsided, a few more dribbles of cum came out, and Bobby started to feel pleasantly relaxed and tired.

"Here," he said, taking off his shirt and boxers leaving him naked, and throwing the clothes at the genie, "Wipe yourself off with these, and lets sleep." Jacqui wiped the copious amounts of semen off her body and got into bed with him.

They fell asleep naked and cuddling, with Bobby’s long, flaccid member in her hand.

Day 2:

And forgetting to set the alarm clock.

"FUCK!" Bobby screamed, sitting up. It was already 7:45 and school started at 8:15. He usually woke up at 7:20 to get ready. He’d have to hurry, but his penis was throbbing and still in Jacqui’s hand. He was so horny, but he just didn’t have the time to spare this morning.

"Jacqui," he asked hurriedly, "can you give me a blowjob and make me orgasm in thirty seconds? I’m late for school."

"Of course!" Jacqui said, smiling, and instantly went down on him. The pleasure has amazing, and within 20 seconds the same feeling started to build through his nuts. He came explosively on her tits once more, but only called "clean yourself up!" as he ran off for the shower. He threw on some warm ups and a t-shirt after his shower and rushed out the door, noticing with enjoyment the barely-visible bulge in his plants that, while not obscene, showed that his package was something to envy.

First period calculus was boring, but ended soon enough and Bobby headed towards the bathroom during passing period. Walking through the door he noticed that Jake, the star football quarterback, was standing in front of the trough-style urinal, unzipping his jeans. Bobby smiled to himself and went to stand right next to Jake, pulling down his track pants and releasing a powerful stream of urine that could have been coming from a hose.

Bobby remembered that he could control sexual desires, and decided to play around a bit. He planted the thought in Jakes head: "hmm, I wonder how big my penis is compared to other kids. Think Bobby’s is as big as mine?" Bobby started to laugh on the inside as he saw Jake glance over and take in the site of the huge tool snaking out of Bobby’s track pants. He felt satisfied as Jake’s eyes became wide as saucers, causing him put his hand down and cover his own penis in embarrassment. Jake proceeded to zip his pants up quickly, and walked out of the bathroom with his head down. "Magic is sweet!" He thought.

The rest of the day, Bobby noticed the looks he was getting by both boys and girls — quick glances at his crotch that were meant to go unnoticed. Like every afternoon, he met his best friend Keith behind the school to walk to swim practice. Keith was an absolute knockout: he was hot, buff, and had a light face with blonde hair that made him look like he was straight out of Nantucket.

"Keith," Bobby said quietly, "you’ll never believe what happened to me. Come with me back into those trees." Keith looked confused, but followed Bobby nonetheless until they were alone.

Bobby didn’t have the patience to convince Keith that his magical powers were real, so he just implanted a thought in Keith’s brain from the start making him believe everything that Bobby was about to say.

"I have the power to control anyone’s penis size. My penis is huge," he said, pulling down the front of his pants and showing Keith the huge snake. Keith’s eyes got huge and you could tell that he was admiring Bobby’s cock, envious of the size. "And I can make yours big if you want it to. I’m serious. Think of how easy it would make our lives, having the biggest penis in the school. Having all the girls wanting us and all the guys envying us when they hear the rumors of what we possess and they don’t." Keith’s eyes obediently lit up and he unzipped his jeans, pulling out his three inch, cut penis.

"Can you make it like yours??!?" Keith said. Bobby replied that he could, and started thinking about Keith having a cock as big as his. He also made sure to concentrate on the though of his penis remaining flaccid, since he was starting to get really turned on. Keith had the hugest smile Bobby had ever seen as his cock grew to 7 inches long. Once it stopped growing, he tucked it away with a smug look and simply said,

"Let’s go to practice, Bobby." Keith was completely straight, but Bobby decided to tweak his sexual desires just a bit. He didn’t make Keith gay, only made him a little more open to exploring sexual situations with males. Maybe he would have an interest in comparing sizes, or having threesomes. Maybe even masturbating to straight porn with another male.

On the way to the pool, Bobby suggested that they both shower naked after practice to give the team a show, and naturally Keith obeyed.

Practice ended, and sure enough they stripped out of their speedos and strutted into showers. Being high school boys, most of the kids on the team were modest and showered in their speedos. There were about twenty five boys and five shower heads, so they had to take turns and usually the seniors like Keith and Bobby got priority. Standing under two of the showerheads, they to give up their places and made small talk for a while, taking in the situation of being naked in front of 25 kids they knew while their penises hung down halfway to their knees. One of the other kids made a comment like "what the fuck dudes", but it was clear that most of them were getting feelings of inadequacy looking at cocks that were bigger than they could ever hope to be. Especially some of the freshman started looking at the floor. Keith’s penis stayed perfectly flaccid on its own, but Bobby had to concentrate "hard" on not getting hard because he was so turned on by the situation.

Bobby and Keith finished their showers and walked over to the benches where they took their time drying off, Bobby putting on his shirt first so his penis could linger out in the open for a little longer. Walking out of the building, Bobby muttered under his breath to Keith: "Come with me to my house. Trust me." It was a Friday afternoon, so Keith agreed and they began the five block walk to Bobby’s house. Before they knew it they were walking in the front door.

"Trust me Keith, don’t ask what’s going to happen, just come to my room with me," Bobby said, beginning to climb the stairs. Once in his room, Bobby told Keith that he had another power, and started to take off his clothes.

"What the fuck, Bobby, this has gone to far," Keith said, made uneasy by the fact that they were alone and Bobby now naked with a half a boner, "I’m not gay."

Bobby did not reply, he just said to empty space, "Jacqui, will you come here? And naked, please." Jacqui instantly appeared in the nude in front of them, in all her glory and smoking self.

"See?" Said Bobby, looking directly at Keith, "stop fucking around and get naked." Bobby was confident that Keith would comply, since he had implanted the desire to explore sexual situations with other men a little more and a threesome certainly fell into that category. As Keith hastily pulled down his underwear, Bobby allowed himself to come to a full erection. After a couple of seconds, Keith was there too.

"Jacqui, how about giving my friend Keith here and and I a little head this wonderful afternoon?" Jacqui smiled, and got down to her knees. Keith looked like he was in heaven, his huge cock throbbing and sticking out towards the wall, his nutsack hanging down loose as he smiled at Bobby. Bobby smiled back and winked at Keith, admiring their erections

Jacqui approached them on her knees, grabbing both of their cocks and touching them together right before bringing them to her lips…

The feeling was quite amazing. Bobby could feel Jacqui’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft up and down, and arguably the most exhilarating was the feeling of his penis sliding up and down against Keith’s hard cock. Jacqui was sucking on a collective 20 inches of cock the between the two of them, and Bobby felt an incredible power from the manliness that him and his best friend possessed.

As they were getting closer to cumming, Jacqui took them out of her mouth, laid them down on the floor of the room and started giving them handjobs. She began to alternate between them, so at any given time one was getting a blowjob while the other one was getting their cock stroked by her soft palm.

Suddenly, Bobby felt himself in tune with Keith’s sensations as well as his own. While he was getting a handjob, he could still feel Jacqui’s lips giving him pleasure — but from Keith’s cock. It was incredible because not only was he experiencing double the pleasure, but he was becoming one with his best friend as well. He turned his head to look at Keith, who looked back at him with a confused face: obviously unsettled but a little turned on by the fact that he was having the same experience.

Jacqui started stroking them both faster than he would have ever thought possible from a hand, but it did not hurt at all. He felt parallel sensations building deep within his body, and knew that both him and Keith were seconds away from cumming. He decided to stop both himself and Keith cumming and ride the edge for a while.

That decision, Bobby soon found out, had bigger consequences than he had thought. He felt his entire body being taken over by such an intense need to cum that his vision started to blur. He lost all sense of time and place, and was so overcome by the most intense sensation of his life that he was not even able to take the block off their orgasms. He was screaming and writhing around the floor and so was Keith. His vision went completely white and just he felt himself losing consciousness. The last thing he remembered was all the energy in his body — from the tips of his fingers to his feet — rushing towards his penis in an intense torrent.

Bobby came to, and looked around. It was clear that he was about five seconds ahead of Keith in regaining consciousness. Jacquie was sitting around 10 feet away and smiling, and he felt like he was swimming in a pool of sweat. Most surprisingly, he found that his legs were intertwined with Keith’s, and their deflated (but still huge) cocks were actually pressed up against each other. He rolled off quickly and sat up, his motion waking up Keith who sat up as well.

The two boys were now sitting about 2-3 feet apart, completely naked, sweating, and staring at each other.

"I’m uhh… I’m gonna go," breathed Keith quickly.

"Yeah, uhh, yeah I gotta…" replied Bobby.

Keith didn’t wait for Bobby to think of a good excuse. They both understood. Dressing quickly, Keith left Bobby’s room and exited the house, as Bobby just continued to sit there naked and think.

"Jacquie, I think… I think I might be in love with him," he said quietly.

She simply replied, "I know."

"Does he like me as well?"

"No, he likes girls, remember?" Replied Jacqui.

Bobby felt something inside him fall. He was sad and feeling really awkward now that he had just had that experience with Keith but nothing could happen.

"Well, what do I do now?"

"You," smiled Jacqui, "You can do whatever you want."

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A trip to Niagara Falls

Let me describe Dorian. She is about 5’6″, brunette, about a 34B-26-36 figure. She worked really hard on keeping herself fit, working out regularly several times a week. Although she didn’t have the massive muscle size and definition that you see in women bodybuilders today, she had the body of a athlete. Besides a great firm ass, her arms were her next best feature. After working out, she stretched the tape around her bicep to 14 inches. Not bad for a mother of two children. The other nice feature she had was long nipples. There were always hard, but when excited, they reached at least one inch long. Great for sucking!!

I am more your average guy, just over 200 pounds, average build and looks, and just an average size cock just shy of 8 inches.

One year, we decided to take our kids to see Niagra Falls. The drive was long, taking a complete day to get there. With the kids asleep in the back seat, Dorian would sit next to me in the front, whispering so she wouldn’t wake the kids, on how she was going to fuck me really hard that weekend.

She was horny, in fact, she was always horny. Her nipples poked into her shirt, extending the front of the shirt. I can smell her sex in the car as she excited herself. She would wait until we were clear of any cars on the highway, and she would rub a nipple between her fingers and run a finger down through her pants and across her clit.

Eight hours of driving and being teased, we arrived in Niagra Falls in a nice bed and breakfast. The kids were exhausted and I said I would put them to bed in the adjoining room. Upon returning to our bedroom, I was surprised to see Dorian on the floor doing pushups with just a thin bra and panties on. A few moments later, when I stopped counting at 50, she leaned up on her knees, flexing her arms. Her biceps popped to that hard 14 inches and she said “I am going to ride you hard tonight” and with that, she bent her arms and kissed her biceps.

She stood up, and with a sway in her hips she approached me. I could see that she was breathing heavier, from doing the pushups. Her nipples poked into her bra. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were so inviting. She moved closer, rubbing herself up against my body. I felt her hard nipples against my chest as she leaned up, and kissed me deep.

Moving down my body, she reached my pants, and pulled them down, exposing my cock. She teased me, caressing it softly, little kisses on the cock head. Up and down she licked, never really taking it into her mouth. She kissed the top, opening her mouth and in one slow suck, took almost the entire 8 inches into her throat. She backed off slowly, sucking as she did.

She let it out of her mouth with a pop, and started to caress it again with small kisses and licks. She then surprised me by bending up her arms and flexed her biceps, making them pop up to her 14 inches. I can see her looking up at me, my cock in her mouth. I reached and touched her bicep. I love the feeling of her arms… strong, yet sexy. She flexed again, making the bicep bounce into my hand. Each flex brought a twitch in my cock.

She again took my cock out from her mouth, and this time, placed it between her bicep and forearm, and flexed. The feeling of her muscles against my cock was amazing. A true muscle fuck. She moved her arm, all the time flexing. The peak of her bicep was rubbing against me as it pressed into her forearm. Ever so slowly, she moved. Caressing her bicep with her other hand, looking up at me, whispering that she had the strength to muscle fuck all night.

I can feel my cock twitch, and with a thrust, I came hard on her bicep. I shot cum all over her hand and bicep. She gasped, knowing that I came quick.

“Hmmmmm, I guess you really like a muscle fuck. Now, lets see what we can do to get you to stay hard and fuck me good.”

She stood up, taking me into the other room where the bed was. On the coffee table in the room, was her favorite toy. A 12 inch long rubber cock with a suction cup on the base. It was stuck to the table, standing tall. It was wide, much wider than me, and had many veins carved into the sides. Its head was enormous, as well as the fake balls on the bottom.

In front of the table, a chair. She pushed me down in the chair, and told me to watch her. I sat down, my cock dangling in front of me. I watched her back up towards the table. She slowly squatted, taking the rubber cock and placing it at her already wet pussy. I could see that her clit was hard, and glistening with juices.

She grasped the rubber cock, and moved down onto it. Her eyes getting glassy, her nipples extending outwards.

“Oh my God, its huge. I just love huge cocks.” And slowly she sank, her breathing coming in short gasps as she lowered inch by inch. With her hands on her thighs, lowering down, the cock disappeared into her pussy. She stopped when it was in all the way. Her breathing came quick. And with the same patience, she raised up. The cock was covered in white pussy juice, foaming around the base.

My cock was getting hard again as I slowly massaged it. I like using two hands on my cock, letting the cock head slip out and rub it with my thumbs. I watched again as Dorian slid down the cock. Faster this time, the cock slid in a little easier.

“Ahhhhh, that feels so gooooood” she would say when hitting bottom. She looked at me, and when she was back up at the top, she leaned forward, placing her arms on the edge of the chair. She leaned closer, and took my cock in her mouth. I watched as she again dropped down on the rubber cock, the table shaking a bit as she hit bottom. She then let my cock out, looked up and said “Massage my biceps as I do this” and with that, her mouth was on my cock.

She appeared to start to do pushups from the edge of the chair, but each time she moved down in the pushup, my cock slid into her mouth, and the rubber cock disappeared into her pussy. I reached for her arms, and felt her biceps. They were hard. I massaged them like she asked, feeling the muscle bulge in my hand on each slow pushup.

I could see her nipples extending outwards, long and puffy. She looked up, and let my cock out and said “Sorry, but I need to do this now” and with that leaned backwards, grabbed her nipples and started to bounce on the rubber cock.

Faster and faster, her eyes closed, lost in thought. Her nipples between her fingers, twisting and pulling. I sat there, stroking faster, trying to keep pace with her. It was masturbating for her, she was fucking that cock. All at once, her pussy just exploded all around the cock. Juices running down the length, pooling around the balls. She came hard, not once, not twice, but three strong quick orgasms.

I was close, my own cock hard, expanding, getting ready to explode. I had my head back, and with one thrust forward, she leaned down, and engulfed my cock to the balls, and I shot my cum deep into her throat. She held it there, massaging my cock with her throat muscles.

Slowly, I softened. She raised herself up, letting the cock come out of her dripping pussy. She stood up, her body quivering from the orgasms, her nipples long. She moved her arms up, and flexed, knowing I love that look and muscular women. Her biceps grew once again, hardening. She flexed her back, and spread her lats. She walked slowly to the bed, laid down, looked at me with a smile.

“Now, lets get down to some serious fucking…..” I moved from my chair, my cock drained and hanging. She grasped it, stroked it lightly. “Lets see what will wake this up” and she had a gleam in her eyes, and a slight smile.

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The Sexual Demigod

Day 1: Lying in bed late at night on a Thursday, Bobby wondered about his sexuality. As a senior in high school, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t yet made up his mind, but the problem was that he was simply so horny. He liked the site of a pair of boobs just as much of any of his friends, but the thought of huge flaccid penis hanging in someone’s sweatpants or jeans turned him on even more. He couldn’t really tell if his obsession with large penises was rooted in jealousy — that he was turned on by the power structures dependent on relative penis size — or whether it was pure sexual lust.

But he was still young, right? Maybe he was just a big hornball and his sexual desires were spilling over into every walk of life. If this was the case, he’d be ready to settle down and live a normal sexual life once he got a little older and his hormones stopped raging. Bobby was lying there pondering his sexuality and whether he would masturbate before bed when, he heard a noise towards the door of his room. Looking up, he could hardly believe his eyes. Standing at the foot of his bed was the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. She could only be described as sultry and seductive: looking to be around 21, in a skimpy but elegant black dress showing off her tits, flowing blonde hair coming down her shoulders, and aura of power surrounding her.

"I’ve been watching you for a while now, Bobby," she said seductively. Bobby was freaked out that there was a stranger in his room, but admittedly a little intrigued because she was just so damn hot.

"Who — Who are you?" Bobby replied, pretending like he was uninterested in her sexual appeal.

"My name is Jacqui, and you are one lucky lucky kid. I am a sex genie. I will not tell you where I came from, only that you are damn cute and a good kid, and I am now yours. Not only will you have ultimate control over every sexual desire you will have from now on, but I will also be at your service 24 hours a day. Congrats, Bobby."

Bobby was unimpressed and starting to get scared. This hot girl that had entered his room and had sparked his interest, but now he was realizing that it was pretty fucked up that a crazy woman had broken into his house and was standing alone in his room. He had to admit that she was right in her statement that he was pretty cute — he swam for a club team all year and looked pretty buff and smooth without a shirt on, had a cute baby face, and had gotten a few good looking girls over the course of high school — but it didn’t matter. Hot or not, this creep was in his room.

"Get out of here, now. I’m about to call the cops. Seriously this is fucked up" He replied, sterner than before.

"OK," she said, "but first take a peek down your boxers before you go getting all condescending to me." Bobby lifted the wasteband of his undershorts and peered down the smooth and tight skin. And freaked out. Since puberty he had owned a pretty run of the mill penis, measuring about 2.5 inches in length when it was soft and an average 6 inches hard, and it had served him well. But now he was staring down at a penis tha was less than one inch long, shrivelled, and skinny. It hardly looked like it had any blood in it, just shrivelled skin.

"What the fuck did you do to me? Yo, I don’ t know what you did, but put it back!" He was freaking out hard. This bitch was fucked up, and he now had a penis that would fit an 8 year old boy.

"Of course!" She said, "Don’t you see? I will do anything you want me to, but remember that you could have put it back yourself. You have control over ANY sexual desire, so just think it and it will happen. I’ll take care of this one though." Bobby felt a tingling in his cock and peered down again. Back on him was his normal penis, but the thought of this potential power was making it start to get a little hard. This could be interesting.

Bobby didn’t know what to think. He hadn’t thought about a genie since Aladdin, but he had to admit that his penis couldn’t have gotten that small naturally. He decided to try it out, so he thought of the perfect penis: about 7 inches soft, completely flaccid but plump and full of blood, hanging down so it would flop around a bit when he moved. The tingling returned, and he looked back down, not believing what he saw. His cock was magnificent — he felt such a sense of power and manliness looking at his new possession. It was the kind of penis where, had he seen it on one of his teammates in the locker room of his pool, he would have not been able to stop staring.

His life was about to change big time: he had always imagined how fun it would be to have a cock way larger than average, to be proud to show it off to whoever he could get to admire it and feel a little small in his presence. He looked up at Jacqui.

"You- You’re real," he studdered. He didn’t know what to think. How often had he had a fantasy close to this? How perfect would his life be — a hot girl at his fingertips and a huge penis for other males to envy?

"You have complete control over the size of your penis, the size of anyone else’s penis, the object of everyone’s affection… any sexual desire you have will come true. And you have complete control over me," she said with a seductive smile.

Bobby looked down, and saw that his 7 inch soft tool had grown into a ten inch throbbing erection sticking out of the hole in his boxers at the thought of his new found power. It was getting late and he knew that he had to sleep for school tomorrow, but he needed to try this out a bit more.

"Get naked." He stated with conviction. Jacqui started doing a strip tease, shaking her ass slowly as she got down to her black bra and thong. Her tits must have been in a D cup, but they still looked like they were overflowing the bra and begging to come out. When she stepped out of her last pieces of clothing, he gasped. Her body was shaped to absolute perfection: huge perky tits, the cleanest, most enticing cunt he had ever seen, and a neatly shaved landing strip. It was almost as though she had been crafted for his desires.

"I’d really like to experience the perfect blowjob," he said with a smile, gaining more confidence and awaiting the next step. She smiled and walked over to him, beginning to kiss around the skin above his cock, her hot breath making his hard-on twitch in the open air. She stuck her tongue out, and it touched the bottom of his cock by the hilt- making it twitch even more. To his surprise, she began to curl her tongue around his penis. Her tongue seemed to enlarge and envelope his dick until it stretched about three quarters around the shaft. Exhaling, she began to lick up the entire 10 inches of his engorged hard-on.

Bobby closed his eyes, savoring the best feeling he had ever felt. The tongue reached the tip of his penis and briefly played with his piss-slit, causing him to shudder. Then he felt a warm sensation at the tip, slowly spreading back down the length of his cock again until in reached the hilt once more. He realized that she was now deep throating his entire 10 inches.

Bobby had received head from two past girlfriends and a couple more from drunk experiences at house parties, but nothing ever as good as this. It felt like her throat was actually constricting to milk his cock — like it was designed to make his penis feel the best possible. This continued for 20 minutes of pure heavenly ecstasy. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t come, he just kept floating in the stage where he would squirm around his beat in pleasure. Finally, he felt an intense pressure building deep in his body. It crept up towards his balls, to the back of his penis, and just as he felt he was going to explode, Jacqui stopped and smiled at him.

"Fuck you!" He gasped, "make me cummmmmm!" She smiled again and engulfed his cock once more. The feeling was instantly back, and built up until the pressure on the back of his cock was unbearable. He lost all his senses — he stopped breathing, both his legs cramped, and his vision started to go blurry as she released his penis just in time for the first shot to fire out and hit her in the face. He had never cummed like this before. Eight huge shots rocked out of his penis, covering Jacqui’s face and tit’s with his ropes of goo. After the mayhem subsided, a few more dribbles of cum came out, and Bobby started to feel pleasantly relaxed and tired.

"Here," he said, taking off his shirt and boxers leaving him naked, and throwing the clothes at the genie, "Wipe yourself off with these, and lets sleep." Jacqui wiped the copious amounts of semen off her body and got into bed with him.

They fell asleep naked and cuddling, with Bobby’s long, flaccid member in her hand.

Day 2:

And forgetting to set the alarm clock.

"FUCK!" Bobby screamed, sitting up. It was already 7:45 and school started at 8:15. He usually woke up at 7:20 to get ready. He’d have to hurry, but his penis was throbbing and still in Jacqui’s hand. He was so horny, but he just didn’t have the time to spare this morning.

"Jacqui," he asked hurriedly, "can you give me a blowjob and make me orgasm in thirty seconds? I’m late for school."

"Of course!" Jacqui said, smiling, and instantly went down on him. The pleasure has amazing, and within 20 seconds the same feeling started to build through his nuts. He came explosively on her tits once more, but only called "clean yourself up!" as he ran off for the shower. He threw on some warm ups and a t-shirt after his shower and rushed out the door, noticing with enjoyment the barely-visible bulge in his plants that, while not obscene, showed that his package was something to envy.

First period calculus was boring, but ended soon enough and Bobby headed towards the bathroom during passing period. Walking through the door he noticed that Jake, the star football quarterback, was standing in front of the trough-style urinal, unzipping his jeans. Bobby smiled to himself and went to stand right next to Jake, pulling down his track pants and releasing a powerful stream of urine that could have been coming from a hose.

Bobby remembered that he could control sexual desires, and decided to play around a bit. He planted the thought in Jakes head: "hmm, I wonder how big my penis is compared to other kids. Think Bobby’s is as big as mine?" Bobby started to laugh on the inside as he saw Jake glance over and take in the site of the huge tool snaking out of Bobby’s track pants. He felt satisfied as Jake’s eyes became wide as saucers, causing him put his hand down and cover his own penis in embarrassment. Jake proceeded to zip his pants up quickly, and walked out of the bathroom with his head down. "Magic is sweet!" He thought.

The rest of the day, Bobby noticed the looks he was getting by both boys and girls — quick glances at his crotch that were meant to go unnoticed. Like every afternoon, he met his best friend Keith behind the school to walk to swim practice. Keith was an absolute knockout: he was hot, buff, and had a light face with blonde hair that made him look like he was straight out of Nantucket.

"Keith," Bobby said quietly, "you’ll never believe what happened to me. Come with me back into those trees." Keith looked confused, but followed Bobby nonetheless until they were alone.

Bobby didn’t have the patience to convince Keith that his magical powers were real, so he just implanted a thought in Keith’s brain from the start making him believe everything that Bobby was about to say.

"I have the power to control anyone’s penis size. My penis is huge," he said, pulling down the front of his pants and showing Keith the huge snake. Keith’s eyes got huge and you could tell that he was admiring Bobby’s cock, envious of the size. "And I can make yours big if you want it to. I’m serious. Think of how easy it would make our lives, having the biggest penis in the school. Having all the girls wanting us and all the guys envying us when they hear the rumors of what we possess and they don’t." Keith’s eyes obediently lit up and he unzipped his jeans, pulling out his three inch, cut penis.

"Can you make it like yours??!?" Keith said. Bobby replied that he could, and started thinking about Keith having a cock as big as his. He also made sure to concentrate on the though of his penis remaining flaccid, since he was starting to get really turned on. Keith had the hugest smile Bobby had ever seen as his cock grew to 7 inches long. Once it stopped growing, he tucked it away with a smug look and simply said,

"Let’s go to practice, Bobby." Keith was completely straight, but Bobby decided to tweak his sexual desires just a bit. He didn’t make Keith gay, only made him a little more open to exploring sexual situations with males. Maybe he would have an interest in comparing sizes, or having threesomes. Maybe even masturbating to straight porn with another male.

On the way to the pool, Bobby suggested that they both shower naked after practice to give the team a show, and naturally Keith obeyed.

Practice ended, and sure enough they stripped out of their speedos and strutted into showers. Being high school boys, most of the kids on the team were modest and showered in their speedos. There were about twenty five boys and five shower heads, so they had to take turns and usually the seniors like Keith and Bobby got priority. Standing under two of the showerheads, they to give up their places and made small talk for a while, taking in the situation of being naked in front of 25 kids they knew while their penises hung down halfway to their knees. One of the other kids made a comment like "what the fuck dudes", but it was clear that most of them were getting feelings of inadequacy looking at cocks that were bigger than they could ever hope to be. Especially some of the freshman started looking at the floor. Keith’s penis stayed perfectly flaccid on its own, but Bobby had to concentrate "hard" on not getting hard because he was so turned on by the situation.

Bobby and Keith finished their showers and walked over to the benches where they took their time drying off, Bobby putting on his shirt first so his penis could linger out in the open for a little longer. Walking out of the building, Bobby muttered under his breath to Keith: "Come with me to my house. Trust me." It was a Friday afternoon, so Keith agreed and they began the five block walk to Bobby’s house. Before they knew it they were walking in the front door.

"Trust me Keith, don’t ask what’s going to happen, just come to my room with me," Bobby said, beginning to climb the stairs. Once in his room, Bobby told Keith that he had another power, and started to take off his clothes.

"What the fuck, Bobby, this has gone to far," Keith said, made uneasy by the fact that they were alone and Bobby now naked with a half a boner, "I’m not gay."

Bobby did not reply, he just said to empty space, "Jacqui, will you come here? And naked, please." Jacqui instantly appeared in the nude in front of them, in all her glory and smoking self.

"See?" Said Bobby, looking directly at Keith, "stop fucking around and get naked." Bobby was confident that Keith would comply, since he had implanted the desire to explore sexual situations with other men a little more and a threesome certainly fell into that category. As Keith hastily pulled down his underwear, Bobby allowed himself to come to a full erection. After a couple of seconds, Keith was there too.

"Jacqui, how about giving my friend Keith here and and I a little head this wonderful afternoon?" Jacqui smiled, and got down to her knees. Keith looked like he was in heaven, his huge cock throbbing and sticking out towards the wall, his nutsack hanging down loose as he smiled at Bobby. Bobby smiled back and winked at Keith, admiring their erections

Jacqui approached them on her knees, grabbing both of their cocks and touching them together right before bringing them to her lips…

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STRIP POKER FUN

My name is NANCY,i am 37 yrs old,married since i was 20 yrs old,i had twin daughters and one son,i work in a beauty center,the center provides many services like massage,body care,haircut,pubic haircut,and dance training,the services are provided for males and females,inside the center or at client .

My husband ROBERT was 2 yrs older than me when we got married,he works as a sales manager in a big company,after marriage i moved from my parents house to a rented apartment,it was not far from my parents house.

We were very happy couple,our life style was free,we both have open mind,my sex life with my man was so rich(and still),we tried all types of sex and all position,i found out that my man loves anal sex,every time we have sex he wants either to start with anal or leave it to the end,as for me i was not interested in anal sex,but i wanted to make my man happy.

When i asked him why he likes to have anal sex,he smiled and replied”one day my mom called me from her room,i was 18 yrs old ,i went to see what she wanted from me,when i entered her room she was laying on her bed with her face down she told me that her back is hurting her she wants back massage to relief the pain.

I went to bring some oil,when i was back i noticed that mom had removed her dress and her bra,she kept her panties which was showing half of her buttocks,i started to rub my oiled hands on her back starting from her shoulders then her neck,i rubbed her spine,i stopped rubbing when i reached close to her buttocks,she asked me not to stop and to go down with my hands and rub her buttocks.

Massaging such nice ass was so exciting,the more i rub ,the more my cock is getting harder,i was trying to hide my hard cock,but mom noticed and asked me to pull down my pant and let my cock free,i could not believe my ears,in seconds my hard cock was out,i continued to massage her buttocks,then i had my fingers between her ass cheeks looking for her hole,mom reacted so happy,i put two fingers in her hole,i started to push and pull.

Mom was moaning while i was fingering her hole,her hands were searching for my cock,when she found it she had it all into her mouth,she sucked it for minutes then she opened her ass cheeks so wide with her hands asking me to fuck her ass,she directed me step by step since it was my first time in ass fucking,when i filled her hole with my cock i unloaded my cumin the hole,on her back and her hips,this is how i was introduced to anal sex”

After hearing my man story with his mom,i could not resist my wish to be fucked now by my man in my asshole.

Another thing my man likes,he loves playing cards,he used to invite four of his friends to our place to play cards,i was preparing the drinks for them,i used to leave my man and his friends in the living room alone because i do not like to play cards,but one evening i stayed and watched them.

They were playing poker,i heard one of the four friends saying”do you like to play strip poker?”they all shouted oh yes let us play this hot game,i heard and read about strip poker,so i continued watching,in each card deal three losers and two winners,the losers started to remove off their clothes,in half an hour the five players were totally naked.

I looked at their cocks,they had different sizes,two of them were so thick and huge,i heard the men arguing about the size of their cocks,i noticed that they ignored my presence,finally my man looked at me saying”dear NANCY,we need a judge to solve this problem,will you please solve it for us?”i replied”how do you expect me to solve this problem?”

One of them said”i suggest that you come and give closer look at each cock,touch it and measure it,then tell us your decision”i said”it will not be fair since none of your cocks is hard enough to be measured”my man replied”My wife is right,but she can help a lot in solving this issue,i do not mind that my wife gives each cock a nice blowjob to make it hard,will you do it NANCY?”

When i said yes,the five men were in one raw,i started first with my man cock,i sucked it until it became like a rock,then i moved my mouth to the second one,i made it so hard,the third and the forth were the huge and thick cocks,i sucked them so hard,i felt that the heads touched end of my throat,the last cock had less efforts because the man was jerking him self while i was sucking the other cocks.

Now five cocks were so hard and read to unload their cum,i raised the fourth cock up to announce it as a winner,then all of them unloaded together on my face and my hair,a huge amount of cum came out i swallowed most of it.

After that evening i was attracted to the strip poker,i played it with my daughters and son,i played it with my parents and my brother,we all became good lovers for this great game .

My man wanted to add more fun to the game,one evening he asked me to get dressed me and my two daughters and my son also,he was going to one of his friends house to play poker,when we arrived,i saw the old four friends,one of them brought his wife and daughter,we were total of 11 persons in the room,we were divided into two groups,three men,my daughter and the other wife,in the second group,my self,my man,my son,one friend and my daughter.

When the game started and the cards were given,i heard one of the men saying”our terms will be as follow:

-any looser must accept the orders of the winner

-this will include having sex,licking balls,sucking,fucking in the ass……etc.

The first looser on our table was my son,the winner asked him to eat my pussy and suck his dad cock,i pulled down my panties,opened my legs to let my son eat my pussy,then my man pulled out his cock and my son sucked his cock,on the other table the wife was the looser,the winner asked her to set naked on all the cock in her group,then i lost,i was asked to suck all the cocks in my group.

My man lost also,he was asked to fuck me and my daughter in our assholes,he stood behind our naked ass then he started with my asshole,after that he fucked our daughter asshole,we were all accepting the orders in great enjoyment.

After tow hours of playing poker,the men wanted to start the real fun,one man wrote the names of the women and girls and gave each name a number,another one wrote the names of the men and gave numbers,each one was informed about his own number,names were all hidden,only the numbers were seen.

One of the men started to call :no 1 f with no 6 m,my daughter moved from the line then one man moved from the other line,they started to kiss each other,then the man was on his knees licking my daughter ass,i heard the second calling:no 2 f with no 7 m,my man and the other wife moved out from the lines,i saw my man carrying the wife to stretch her body on the sofa to start his fun.

No 3 and no 8 were called,i was not among them,then no 4 and no 9 were called,i was left for both no 9 and no 10.the two men gave me great fuck,they fucked each part of my body,each hole,it was the best fuck i ever had in my life,two cocks together in my mouth,then the same two cock both in my pussy,then in my asshole.

We  did not leave the place until 5 am,we went to our place very tired,straight to bed

 

 

 

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Girlfriend with my best friend

I’ve known Martin since high school. We didn’t necessarily hang out that much but we were very friendly. He had his group of friends and I had mine but there was always a natural friendship that seemed to develop on its own. Just like everyone’s experience in high school, before you knew it you were sitting in college classes and those juvenile memories were seemed like a different lifetime.

The relationships with my best friends faded as the 90’s progressed but for some reason the friendship I had with Martin grew stronger. I can confidently attribute this to 3 things. First, my parents moved to a new town in 1993 that was somewhat closer to his hometown location. He he was like one of my only solid acquaintance who I’d be able to escape the house and hang out with when I would be pay my parents a visit.

Secondly, I genuinely really liked Martin. Beyond the relationship of common interest of sports, music and girls we built in High school, he is really a great guy with a huge heart. Lastly, and maybe most importantly, for some side cash, I was selling weed up in Boston and every time I came home he would buy some off me. I gave him the “best friend discount”, so why wouldn’t he? Plus, he never really had a lot of friends so seeing me once every few months was refreshing for him. I was definitely the one fueling the friendship by calling him every time I’d be coming back to Jersey for however long be it a Holidays, a family member’s birthday, a concert I couldn’t miss etc.

For a few years in the mid 90’s Martin was working in his father’s supermarket managing one of the departments, saving up money and doing a good job of it. He had a friend or 2 here or there. His cousin, Franky, who he no longer talks and is also married to one of his ex-girlfriends, and Steve, a friend from high school who, like Martin, is also an avid New York Giant fan but he doesn’t really talk with him either. Steve’s now married to an aussie.

Now I started dating Sarah in the spring of 1995. It didn’t take a few weeks before we were pretty exclusively dating and inseparable. It also didn’t take those fews week before I may have originally got sick of her. For whatever reason we kept on keeping on. She was a great girl. She took take of me in every way and that’s what I was looking for. I hadn’t had a serious girlfriend up to that time that lasted more than a a few months. There were definitely girls I cared about and I would’ve welcomed a longer term relationship with, but it I guess it just wasn’t in the cards.

Sarah embraced me and next thing I knew we were living together after 14 months of dating. Our first apartment together was in Kenmore Square. The famous Citgo sign was just about all we could see when we were laying down in bed looking out the one window in the apartment.

—Flashback to High school—

In Spanish class Martin sat two seats behind me. We had common interests for both being huge fans of the NY Yankees and the sitcom, Married…with Children. At least once a day in class I would turn around and recite a joke from the last Sunday night’s new episode or talk about the disgusting outcome of one of the games. Back then the Yankees were not anywhere near the powerhouse team they are today.

Martin’s family also had a house on the beach in the Jersey Shore. He loved the warm weather. He eventually went to college in California and lived right by the beach. The first chance he could get to wear shorts he would. But going to school in the northeast meant that weather that was conducive to wearing such articles was linda limited. September had a few days that felt like summer but not until mid May kicked around did we start seeing consistent 70’s and then 80’s+ in June.

I remember the first time I got an eyeful of his unusually large endowment. It was a warm near summer day, and of course Martin wore whatever designer shorts the surfers wore back then. I’m bored as usual in Spanish class and waiting for an opportunity to chat with him about the prior evening’s game. He’s sitting up in his chair, not slouching, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk and his butt pushed to the back of the seat. As soon as I turn my head around my eyes are immediately distracted. Plainly and simply, I notice this kid has a fat cock that snaked halfway down his leg. It’s just about ready to fall over the front part of the chair. This is a vision I’ll never forget. I don’t think I said a thing. I was pretty stunned and found myself just turning back around and sitting there in awe. I later learned that he always new he had a huge cock even as far back as the 3rd grade.

—Current Day—-

Sarah eventually joined me when I took a trip back to Jersey. It may have been in 1997. This is the first time she met Martin. It might have been like a Thursday of Friday evening and I invited him over to meet Sarah and of course to sell him some weed, and he brought, Kim, the girl he was currently dating with him. This is also the first time I met Kim. We hung out for a bit at my place and everyone meet each other while playing with my parent’s little toy poodle. Since my folks were home we decided to move the situation to his place.

Now Martin is tall, dark and handsome with noticeably big hands, long fingers and, when he’s wearing sandals, noticeably big feet and toes as well. Kim was short, tan, long dark hair and bubbly. Very cute with a great round ass and busting DD rack. She had a balcony you could do Shakespeare off of. I had a hard time not staring at those things and was hoping someway somehow I would get a better look of them. For the moment they were purely sensational sweater meat. Luckily Martin’s father is LOADED. To give you an idea, Jay Z filmed a movie at his Alpine, NJ estate around circa 2001. Massive house with huge backyard consisting a pool with a waterfall, jacuzzi, tennis courts and plenty of lawn. At this point everyone is pretty stoned. For whatever reason, even tho we made the 3 mile trip to his place I knew it wasn’t going to be a long visit. Martin has to work super early each morning. So for a little bit we hung out of the 2nd floor deck overlooking the entire backyard having a drink and some smokes. There was definitely a sexy ambiance in the air especially after Kim went inside to chance into a bikini. OMG I’m not sure who was drooling at her ridiculous hourglass body more; me or Sarah. It didn’t take long for Martin to give me the signal to head out. To this day I wonder what would’ve transpired if Sarah had her bathing suit as well. But I prefer not to torture myself with the thought.

During the ride back to my house Sarah took no time to hesitate in telling me that if I ever bring another girl back for her make sure she has really big tits. This was a pretty interesting grant and I was sure to cash in on it over the next few years we were together. I followed up her request with something like “And I challenge you or anyone else to find a more well endowed couple than Martin and Kim” ,knowing this would induce a follow up question about his endowment. And right on cue and as expected came her follow up inquiries and how I know. So she learned the same thing you’re reading about right now. I can tell from her facial expressions, body language and continual series of questions that it turned her on a great deal. And her over the top, animalistic, fuck she gave me when we got home I knew I opened up a whole new world.

One night, Sarah and I are getting frisky with each other. Being the creative guy I am I often use objects around the house to fuck her with; hairspray bottle, beer bottle, flashlight, candles, wiffle ball bat, and this time I used a hammer. This has nothing to do with her not liking my cock, she liked it fine, this is more about my fetish of using toys and unusual objects on, or rather, IN girls. This particular time with her brown wooden hammer. With a condom on it of course, I’m holding the steal hammer part and just working her good and deep. I’m plunging away using full thrusts and simply admiring her abilities. I ask her the biggest cock she’s ever been with and she said mine. Now I’m just under 8″ and exactly 6″ around. Now either she was being honest or just telling me what I wanted to hear per advice given in one of her many monthly Conde Nast, Hearst or Hachette magazines.

Given the situation and moment of nakedness I had no reservations in disclosing how hot it would be to watch her getting pleasured by a giant cock. I can still hear her warm soft voice responding “Find one and I’ll make your fantasy come true/” Well duh! I obviously already had someone in mind. And when she heard Martin’s name again it’s like she lit up and was ready for him to come walking in right there and then. She played the whole “oh he doesn’t think I’m attractive…he would never pick me up if he saw me at a bar” blah blah blah. Whatever Sarah! So to assure her I told her she could listen in on the telephone so she could witness his opinion of her for herself.

I don’t think it was that night when I spoke to him but it was definitely within the next day or two. When I did get him on the phone I didn’t waste much time getting right to the point. Sarah agreed how I would bring it up so I started right in with regaling our sexcapades “Man, I was literally hammering her last night. I can’t believe how well she handles it and without ever really being broken in, at least that’s what she tells me. I think she would lose her mind if she hooked up with someone as big as you.” I went on to ask him what her would rate Sarah on a scale of 1-10 and he said 8.5. I’d say that’s about right. maybe an 8, her tits aren’t as big as I prefer. I told him that she thinks he’s a really good looking guy and that I think she would be totally into hooking up if it was cool with him. His “What the hell are you getting at?” response indicated that he wasn’t expecting me to “go there”. I just came out with it and said we should all get together sometime. It’s been a while and who knows, it could be fun. By the end of the conversation I had Sarah convinced as well as a weekend plan to head to his current place in Jersey and party with Marty.

The night of our “date”. Sarah let her beautiful blonde locks flow down over a semi see through white blouse that was unbuttoned and knotted up to expose her belly. Her tight ass and sexy hips sported a tight shiny purple mini skirt. For good measure and just to be sure she didn’t send any false signals her wardrobe was completed with black “fuck me” pumps. Who gives a shit what I was wearing. I don’t even remember anyway. I remember taking the PATH train to his place and she was being ogled at the entire ride. I always liked when guys check out my chick. It’s a total compliment.

The whole train ride over I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was playing a forecast of what’s to unfold in my head. Looking at Sarah, I could only imagine what was going on in her little head. She looked as hot as she’s ever looked before. Was it a coincidence? Did she do something with her hair and makeup that I’ve never seen before??? Or were my senses from what was about to happen just exponentially heightened? Either way I was so excited for her. And I was super excited for me! I’ve always wanted to see my best friend in action. He’s only shared with me a few stories how he and his cousin have double teamed a couple girls. He’s also showed me letters from choice girls, most of them from college, describing how his cock has them in constant heat but also constantly disappointed every time they meet another guy. I was always reserved about asking exactly how big his dick actually is. A part of me wanted to know, but another part of me didn’t.

Martin never showed off in front of me. He wasn’t the type of guy who needed everyone to know that he had such a big dick. Usually the times when we spoke of his ex-girlfriends and other situations were because we were under the influenced of some mind altering substance. And this was just about every time we hung out…which really wasn’t too too often, maybe once a month. I eventually moved in with Martin after Sarah and I broke up. After that, situations became a lot more current to say the least. But this was the 1st time anything like this happened so it is definitely a lot more memorable And this was the 1st of two girlfriends that got to experience his trouser anaconda. The other one had an ass that was insanely out of this world and boy did he tear her apart.

Sarah, was a bit more petite. She was a size 4-6. 5’4 and about 110-15lbs. Soft and fair skin, long natural blonde hair that went halfway to her back. She wore 34C bra, and had a great little caboose. Semi-pouty lips that wore a deep dark red shade of lipstick. She didn’t totally lay on the makeup. She didn’t need to. But being a real blonde, sometimes a bit more blush and mascara is need to accentuate her face in just the right spots. She rarely looked as hot as she did that night.

If Sarah was nervous, it didn’t show. I had all sorts of things going on in my head. From “is this really happening?” to “I wonder if she’s gonna dump me for someone with a huge cock tomorrow”. But I felt secure that she wouldn’t. Just as she told me that if I ever bring a girl home, she better be with big tits…I guess I’ll just have to do the same with guys from now on. But like I said, we did end up breaking up eventually and this, although wouldn’t be the only time we had sex with other people, it would be the one and only time with someone as endowed as Martin. The other few times, the other guys didn’t even come close. That reminds of the time we hooked up with the best-man at a wedding and his stripper girlfriend. OMG The tits on her…UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! Ok, that’s a whole other story.

Before I know it Sarah and I are walking into his building and in the elevator. My memory of that walk from the train to his apartment door is fuzzy. I think I was just entranced in thoughts and my eyes were open but not really seeing. I was just going wherever my legs were taking me.

We knock on the door and ring the bell. Martin answers. Tall like me and always with a smile on his face. And why shouldn’t there be, right?! Jesus christ. If I had a cock like his, you couldn’t pay me enough not to smile all day long. Typical testosterone filled greetings of “Yo! What up?!” and Sarah’s cute little “Hi Martin”. He always wore Drakkar. I can’t remember for sure but I believe Sarah wore Hanae Mori. I remember the smell and it reminded me of cotton candy. Always made me want to eat her up for hours. Which I did on many occasions.

She and I brought a couple bottles of wine, the hell if I remember the brand. Oh wait! Maybe Bollo! That’s right. She loved that stuff. It was good. One red. One white. And Martin supplied some other party favors and vodka.

His apartment was on the 22nd floor and it overlooked the Hudson River facing the majestic Manhattan skyline. His big screen TV always had ESPN on and I always seemed to be introduced to a new furniture layout. This was the 1st time Sarah was at his place so she looked around a little bit. It was a 802SF side-by-side 1BR with dining area. By now the sun was in it’s final moments of setting and the sky was really pretty. Martin and I have a few meaningless words about who knows what and we both notice Sarah leaning over the HVAC for a closer look overlooking the river. What an ass.

“You ready for this, man?” I inquire.

We both are kinda laughing trying to hold it in. I nudge him to go talk to her and I head to the kitchen to open up the wine and cut a few lines.

From the kitchen counter, I can’t really see the window where she was standing. I pop a bottle and do the honors. I poke my head around and see them next to each other. I can’t hear what they’re saying but her body language, with her body twisted towards his way and her hand on her hip, is screaming for him to touch her or at least notice that she wants him to at least that. He’s wearing loose fitting, navy blue designer jeans and a lightweight, long-sleeved, green sweater. He has dark shaggy hair. And just a real good looking guy in general. Neither one of us go to the gym at all but we’re still in shape…for the most part. He does smoke quite a bit but never seems to have the odor hang around in his house. Hardwood floors and the cross breeze helps.

I carry out the refreshments and make my way towards them to the couch and glass table. The clanking of the glass caught their attention and they turn for me to pass them each a glass of red. I make a flirtatious toast “Here’s to what’s to…cum”.

We all find a spot to squat around the table and a few cigarettes are lit and the intoxication commences. Conversation didn’t seem to be an issue. Sarah started right in with what happened to the girl that Martin was dating the 1st time they met and why Martin doesn’t have a girlfriend at the moment. The topics bounced around from work, to family, to sports, to celebrities and movies, to traveling etc. We were probably speed chatting for a good hour or so. By now we had moved on to the other bottle and Vodka found its way to the table. The TV ended up on mute and Jane’s Addiction was rockin from the speakers.

Now I don’t know if he realizes it, but Martin has a habit of fondling himself over his clothing, especially sweatpants. To me it’s normal. He always does it. But I don’t think Sarah has noticed anyone flop their cock around so much. I could tell Sarah was very relaxed. Perhaps from the buzz, but she was noticeably comfortable and almost the controller in the conversations and social activities to this point. She comes right out with it. “Why do you do that so much?” pointing to his point hand flicking his junk.

I’m like, “Sarah, you don’t know what it’s like to have one.”

“Well, YOU don’t do that, Jason”.

“True. I guess I don’t know what it’s like to have one like his either.”

“Ohhh. Yeah, soS Jason tells me you have a huge penis, Martin. What do you think of that?”

“He’s an honest man.” Martin states.

“Can I see it?”

“Why don’t you go see for yourself, Sarah?”

Sarah stands up. She wiggles her ass to adjust her skirt and takes a few steps over to where Martin was sitting. I’m just looking at Martin and he’s looking back at my and we’re slightly nodding to each other as to indicate that’s “go time”! After all, this IS what we set the night up for. I’m sure Sarah was aching inside to get to the main event already.

Martin’s legs are spread wide and Sarah lowers to her knees in between them putting her hands on his thighs. Martin’s hands are on the armrests of the chair and I could see him peeking down her blouse. I’m seeing them from a profile view and her knees folded and ass hoisted out looked fucking amazing. I felt movement in my pants and I started to pat my cock around a bit.

Sarah comments on how nice he smells as her hands start sliding to his inner thighs. A grin starts to take shape on her mouth and she asks him why his hands touch himself so low down his leg. It seemed that right at that moment she discovered why and her eyes just bulged. “Oh. My. God. Are you serious???” Holy shit!” She just cracks up for a quick second and then looks at me. She now sees that I’m totally rubbing myself over my jeans.

“Don’t stop, Sarah. Get back to business over there”, I tell her.

She places both hands on his right thigh and like a blind person reading braille she runs her fingers up and down his long thigh.

“I told you, hun!” I confirm.

“This is unreal! Oh my god.” She claims.

“Ask him if he’ll show it to you.” I suggest.

She just looks up with her puppy dog eyes and as one hand holds his cigarette, his other hand starts to undo his belt. She joins right in to speed up the process but the way he’s sitting wasn’t conducive to slip of his jeans so he stands up. He places his cigarette on the ashtray atop the glass entertainment center.

I don’t think she or even he knew, but I was super anxious and turned on as well. The thought of her about to have such a wonderfully sized cock inches from her faces had me almost full erect.

She raised her body from a totally bent over and folded position to upright on her knees. I can see her biting her lip. God, I wanted to just bend her over right there and fuck her in the ass. So many erotic thoughts frolicked around in my filthy mind.

His belt buckle undone. And one by one, the buttons on his fly popped. His 6’3 stature looked so dominant hovering over her. Her heavy breathing pushed her breasts out a little more than usual. He asked her to undo the knot in her blouse.

“I’ll show you mine you show me yours.”

Before he finished that statement the knot was long undone and her white satin bra was cupping her smooth, firm & perky tits. With her help she lowers his jeans to his knees and then to his ankles. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and judging by her gaping mouth neither could she.

I knew Martin wasn’t a “briefs” guy but the way his head popped out below the seams of boxers had me believe that nothing was going to contain this guy.

This time I was the one who commented with a “Holy shit, dude. That thing is absolutely ricockulous! Cheers, bro!” I had to drink to what I saw peaking out.

“Can I?” Sarah asks Martin as she places her freshly purple painted nails at his waist band indicating that she wants to lower them and see it in all its glory.

Just as Sarah starts to lower his boxers, Martin raises his arms to remove his sweater and my eyes are just locked in to her chore at hand. Pulling down his boxers from the top would offer a final moment when his cock would be completely hidden, but just for a second or two as her actions now reveal his supersized manhood from the top down. Inch by inch she takes her time to absorb the sight of his beyond impress limp dangler.

“Jason!” She calls out as she brings is boxers to meet his jeans.

“You’re doin’ fine, baby, don’t get shy on us now.”

She looks up at him with a simply dumfounded look on her face.

Martin lifts his flaccid cock up and even what’s flowing out of his hand would be more than most people are erect.

“Take it.” He demands

All that controlling confidence that Sarah once possessed all night had vanished. She was in a completely submissive state and in unchartered treacherous waters.

Deep down I knew she was still eager and anxious. Just a bit nervous.

She lifted up what was hanging out of his hand and he removed his grip allowing her to use both. Sarah’s hands never looked so small. Her fingertips barely made it around to her palm. Slowly pumping it and admiring it looking at it from different angles.

“How big do you think it is, hun?”

“I have no idea. It’s huge. God! It’s so…huge!”

“Almost 10 inches.” Martin blurts out.

“And wait till he gets hard, babe. I bet you wished I was that big, huh?”

Sarah turned to me but didn’t say anything which made me laugh.

“That’s ok, sweety. If I was a chick I’d probably want one like that too.”

I found myself undressing and in a matter of seconds I too was completely naked. My 8″ cock raging with arousal.

“Suck it Sarah, get that fucker big and hard.”

I notice Martin is standing without a drink so I get up and being the accommodating guy I am(hell I brought my girl over) I mix him another Vodka cocktail.

“Dude, your dick is retarded! That ain’t normal man!”

I’m just cracking up standing next to him as Sarah has suddenly filled her mouth.

“mmm yeah, baby, suck that cock. Suck that huge fucking cock.”

With her head bobbing and fists pumping, his hardening growth is evident.

As it got to that point where it held up on its own she put her hand in his upper thigh. I quickly took the liberty to move that hand to my cock and she obliged by generously jerking my happy hard on.

Both of us, well over 6′ tall and fully erect staring down at Sarah.

“Did you tell her that I’m gonna fuck her till she’s handicapped?”

“Did you hear that Sarah? I think you’re in a bit of a mess here.”

She just continued sucking. That pretty much told us that she was up for anything.

Sarah released her jaw. She had him fully erect at this point. She was salivating and admiring in awe. She looked up at me and gave me a sweet smile and provided a bit of lip service on me almost as to say “thank you for making this happen”. Her hot mouth sucking up half my cock but also with her head turned toward his enormous cock she was jerking off in her left hand. She couldn’t take her eyes off it and I didn’t blame her one bit. It was quite a sight. I LOVED that she was so into it. I couldn’t wait to see her take that monster.

This scene carries on for a few minutes. I’m sure to tell her how hot she looks and how good she feels sucking me off and Martin does the same. She goes back and forth a few times, inhaling our throbbing power tools.

I turn to Martin and tell him to go behind her and take off her bra. With glass in hand he steps away from us. The look on Sarah’s face said a thousand words. Her eyes widened and looked up seemingly upset that he would no longer be in her presence. But before she could say anything he was on the back side of her. I took a final swig from is glass and placed it on the table and proceeded to go down to Sarah’s level.

As much as I loved watching Sarah give me a delightful blow job, I couldn’t help but be distracted from his world class cock. I’m estimating in my head. 12″ maybe 13″? God, what is it like to have such a big cock? I mean, I’m no slouch, but next to this beast, I feel very average at best. Our thickness is very similar tho. I’m 6″ around, 2″ wide and and I’d say he was 6.5″ at most in girth.

Now on his knees, and his cock extending from behind her back to well past her stomach, and like a magnetic force her hand latched right back on to it and pick up here she left off tugging with long moderate strokes. He places her hair on the opposite shoulder and rubs her bare shoulders. I’m guessing she got goosebumps all over her body from this as she was urged to turn and kiss him. Being the decent guy Martin is, he looked at me unsure if he should kiss back. I gave him my absolute and immediate approval. With their tongues locking, he lowers his hands and unsnaps her bra. It falls loose but still on her. His hands then caress their way down her back and to her tight round ass. And just as her bra was falling down, her skirt was hiking up.

I find myself sitting in the chair that Martin had got up from and I offer a request.

“Martin, put your cock between her legs and let her jerk you off like it’s her dick.”

Sarah looked at me but she can’t say anything and she knows it. This is a time where anything goes and I can’t be bitched at for being the slightest bit crude, crass or perverted. I had full on pass to fantasy land however I saw fit.

Her little mini now above her sexy hips exposing her white lace panties. Soaking wet, white lace panties. Martin aims and slides his cock from behind her right passed her asshole, between her thighs and presses his body against hers. This looked so hot. Sarah played her part very well and started to jerk off like it belonged to her. Her pace was faster than she was doing it before. It was also evident that she was pressing her hot N horny pussy against his raging erection. She was totally into it. I wish she could see herself. But there was no mirror and there wasn’t a camera around either. But at least for me, the images from this night are completely tattooed in my mind forever.

From the motions of her jerking off and her pussy in wild frenzy, her body was jiggling. Her bra had slid it’s way down her arm and she kept moving her panties off her slit so she could feel the heat of his hard meat stick. My next reaction to all this was to stand up and stick my cock back in her face. She properly responded and sucked up my thick cock. From my point of view she looked so hot. It totally looked like that massive dick was hers.

Now I’m not into my women wearing strap-ons when no one else is around. I’m not looking to take it up the ass. But something about a girl with a huge cock that is her own is a major turn on.

“Sarah, you have such a big cock. I can’t believe how much bigger you are than me.”

She plays along with perfection.

“Mmm. You like my big hard cock, don’t you, Jason? You only wish you were as big as me.”

“I do baby, I love your beautiful face. I love your juicy tits. I love your perfect ass. And I absolutely love your magnificent cock. You’re the perfect woman, Sarah.”

I lean in to kiss her. She grabs the back on my head and pulls me in and kisses my so hard and passionately. She pulls back. “I love you so much”, she says. “You love me, right?”

“Of course I do, honey.”

“Good, then suck my giant cock.”

Uhmmm. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. Martin and I never really talked about this.

“Suck it!” she repeats while pretending to show off her many inches of her newly acquired penis.

Without saying a word my eyes alone shift up and look at Martin. He gives me an “positive shrug with a single head nod”. He seemed to be okay with it. Fuck it. I was messed up just enough and we were all in it together.

“I’m waiting…” She chimes

I lean in further to kiss her neck and shoulder. Slowly leading my mouth down her body. Her tits are next. She takes hold of my hand and places it on her big, blood filled boner.

“Oh my god, Sarah, you feel so good.”

Sucking her nipples and looking down a few inches to see my hand fondling this cock that had been a mystery for all these years. My hand was in no rush to let go of it. My god it was was so long. Reaching down as far as I could I feel her juices have completely coated the hidden part of his shaft. I look to see how wet my fingers are and give them a lick. And with her swollen head right by mouth I extend my tongue and flick it a little making it bounce. It’s just the cock and me now. Sarah’s hands had reached around to Martin’s ass. Doing this extended her body. Her breasts heaving out and her ass was pressed firmly into his lower torso. Her head tilted back and his big strong hands rubbed her quivering body.

I’ve never sucked a cock before. But calling this thing a cock is an insult. This thing was a piece of art. I guess it’s only fitting that “art” should be right there in his name, mARTin.

I could feel Martin start to thrust. All the while he was pretty much letting her do all the moving but I think he was getting anxious to take control.

Our 6 hands were everywhere. My hands jerking the circus cock and reaching to his heavy balls. Sarah’s hands rubbing Martin, touching herself, brushing my hair, helping me stroke it. Martin’s hands holding her hips and grinding more pressure against her, would be, aching clit. I think everyone could sense 4th gear approaching.

Sarah’s little delightful moans had become louder and more animalistic. I knew exactly what she was aching for. That hungry little pussy already ate half our apartment! She had definitely earned herself enough practice hours and was as prepared as she was gonna get for Martin’s 3rd leg.

Before my jaw starts to hurt and I really start to like this too much, I stand up and just take in this wonderfully sensual site. Sarah’s clothes were all disheveled. Her panties were drenched, her bra twisted around, her skirt all bunched up, but her heels still buckled on. I went ahead and removed a couple of those articles. Lifting her bar over her arms and sliding up her skirt off her body as well. I rewarded sara with a Vodka/cranberry which she took a couple good gulps of.

With an aggressive expression on my face, I silently mouth the words “fuck her” to Martin. And again “fuck the shit out of her”.

As soon as she put down the glass, Martin takes hold her ass and thighs and forcefully lifts her up. I think she was taken aback but immediately adjusted to his physical demands. With her upper back leaning against his chest and her ass and thighs hoisted up, she again reached behind his back to help balance herself. Her knees folded and her feet dangling. His cock, now as hard as I’ve ever see it, pointing straight up, and with the help of roughly a 25 degree bend where most guys end, his head aimed right for that eager beaver.

I took a fast chug of wine and sat my ass down to enjoy this show. My cock was so hard it was hurting. I couldn’t let it rest tho. I was as turned on as I’ve ever been. I’ve known a couple girls who each had 13″ boyfriends and handled them with a smile. Was Sarah about to join those capable ranks?

With each of his hands holding a butt cheek, he whispered to her to grab his cock on lead it to her opening. I recognized the anticipation of her face, I could see the excitement, the fear, the little girl in her, the wild woman…and with a slight release in his cradling, Sarah’s pussy was served with a good 7-8 inches in one shot. She let out a yelp and I’m not sure whose eye popped out more, mine or hers. Fuck, that was sexy. I’ve never seen a girl in this position up close. I’ve never seen a lot of what I’m seeing tonight up close and personal.

Her arms were flexing as a result of the cock shock and kept that way to hold on for the unfamiliar ride. Even with her body in a completely submissive position she still found a way for her pelvic to thrust. I think it’s like a reflex with chicks :: Big cock inside, must thrust pussy ::

He started to cradle her up and down. There was no way I could do this with her without constantly popping. It just wouldn’t work. This is definitely a position better suited for an overgrown willy. Sarah didn’t seem encounter any issues with his extreme length. At the same token, he wasn’t able to work the entire thing in from that angle either. At least a few inches were restricted.

The back of her thighs looked so hot spread wide for her prize. Her vertical lips were yummy and smooth from a very recent waxing. The entire inner area of her lower torso was glistening from her leaking pussy allowing his giraffe neck of a cock to slide through her slippery butt cheeks. And with each insertion came either more yelps of pleasure, a “Yes”, an “Oh my god”, and everyone’s favorite, “Fuck me…Fuck me!…Oh my god fuck me harder!”. By this time I had cum all over myself. I couldn’t believe I actually held out as long as I did for the 1st time. And being as turned on as I was I’m also not surprised that my cock pretty much stayed hard for more abuse. This gives “getting your palm read” a whole new meaning. It takes special occasions for my cock to feel like it’s busting out of the skin. You guys know what I’m talkin about. Sometimes you can cum when it’s 3/4 hard. This was NOT one of those times. I was as hard as I could possibly be.

I found myself staring at Martin’s big fat sack as it was swaying back and forth. He wasn’t that hairy but he also didn’t shave. I don’t think it took more than few minutes before he got a bit exhausted from fucking her like this. He carried her over the the side of the couch and laid her face down over the armrest. His mammoth cock still inside of her. At this point I think I was way too horny to be jealous of him. But I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t love to know what it would be like to be packin’ heat of such dimensions. I would love to be able to treat my woman to such pleasure.

Finally, he had full access to her deep & pretty pussy. Cupping her ass and spreading her buns a bit for perfect access. And off he goes. Picking up where he left off. Long thrusts, deeper and deeper he went but still holding back. His body has yet to make full contact with hers. I think he might be “trained”, if you will, not to go completely in. I’m willing to bet that 9 out of 10 girls would have issues with taking just 2/3’s of his size. Sarah loved it tho. Her arms never reached behind her for that indication to not to go so far in. It looked like she wanted it all and from the upbeat momentum of his body, she was gonna get it soon enough.

Sarah builds up her sucking and stroking to an almost violent attack of his piece. This girl is simply owning it! Her vocal expressions are getting so loud you would think she’s already getting filled to the max.

In a somewhat shortness of breath she blurts out, “Ok…I’m ready.” She leaps up and stands over him. Her entire crotch area is drenched and she feels her crying pussy with both hands and tries to get a good look at herself.

Martin has a few words of his own supplying her with positive feedback on how good she tastes and how professional she handles him. The fire in both of their eyes was raging. He wanted in her immediately and she wanted to pounce on it without any further delays. Martin lifts his 1st class cock straight up in the air. Fuck’n hell, I think Boeing named the Dreamliner 787 after him. Check it out…he’s got both hands wrapped around his rod. One above the base the other below the head with STILL plenty of room between the grips.

I would’ve loved to see Sarah put her heals back on for this but I kept my mouth shut and let her board his massive craft. She stood flush over him fingering herself, spreading open her flexible, fervent, flooded, fuck hole. Keeping herself wide open she started to drop. And then, almost like in a position of how she would sit in a small chair, she made first contact with his top inch. She gave a little wiggle and took her hand away. My head tilts to and I lean forward a bit to watch her magical muffin perform her latest trick. All I can think of is when I used a whiffle ball bat on her and how much of that she took without flinching. I had confidence in my sweet baby.

With Martin still holding himself and helping her guide it in, she keeps her ass in that hot and heavenly hoisted position and works his big bloated head in slowly. Her pussy dancing with her new penis partner…pumping up and down…gyrating all around…circling the very vertex of his superbly flexed steel fuck stick. God Damn! Pam and Tommy have nothing on these two. Sarah’s ass dropped a few more inches. Her head resembled a bobble head. Her neck swaying and her eyes barely closed. Her hands on her knees, distributing her weight and securing her balancing. Martin sets his cock free and gives Sarah 100% ownership of it. Apparently Christmas came early for her! Hell, this was Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Thanksgiving and the 4th of July all compressed into 8 hours of an innocent Friday night.

Sarah’s noises picked up where she left off showing no reservations in the volume of her expressions. The neighbors would have no problem guessing what is going on. But who would have the guts or the right mind to knock on the door and to interrupt a girl experiencing such pleasure?

With each deeper thrust came an increased tempo of panting. Oh Christ, I’m about to blow another load and can’t hold back.

I scramble up holding in my explosion just for just a quick second…and rush around to Sarah’s face. My jerking races. “Oh my god…oh my god, Sarah! Oh baby!” She surprises me and grabs my cock and shoves it in her mouth. At the moment I feel my cock bend down as a result of her body falling even further. “Holy shit, that feels so good.” No longer with her hands on her knees, her eyes nearly fall out of her head and her ass cheeks make complete contact with Martin’s thighs. My orgasm doesn’t seem to end. My cock head is tingling and cum is still pouring out a bit. “Ohhhh shhhhit. Sarah, you are sooo fucking amazing.” I give her a huge wet kiss. My fingers slip on her cum painted cheek. I feel her insides trembling as her ass presses harder, rotating on the thickest part of his cock. Jesus Christ, can this girl ever be satisfied?

“Fuck him deep, baby. Fuck him for me. Fuck him for you. Fuck him for the fuck of it. Just keep fuckin.”

She was now grunting. He, too, began grunting and expressing extreme pleasure. All that pressure on him must have done it. I wasn’t expecting it but he suddenly turned his body, and in one big motion threw her to the side. “I’m gonna cum.” as he pulls out, gets to his knees, rolls her on her back and finally hand fucks his huge dong.

Fingering herself with almost her entire hand “Give it to me.”, she demands.

With his head thrown back he lets out a manly roar. And like a water pistol, a full stream of cum shoots out and flies over her head and hits the back of the love seat. Secondary sprays splash all over her face, and the next several bursts find her tits and tummy. One of his hands pump hard at his base, the other one about 7 inches away on his rim. Gobs of of his gooey white cum flew out and mixed with the heavy seeds I left on her. Her free hand took the liberty to swirl around our warm cum on her sultry body.

His hose finally turned off. But before he let it get soft he lifted up both of her legs and in one shot drove all 12″ right in her balls deep. I was like, “DAMN!” Shit. I didn’t see that one comin! And I can totally tell that put her on the verge of a seriously intense orgasm, so I maneuver around to her head and sit on my ass with my legs making a V around her shoulders and dangle my cock on her forehead. And just like that…and just as I expected, the words “I’m cumming!” came screaming out of her throat. Martin did his diligence and provided her with the longest human thrusts she’d ever experience. Her pussy released a pool of juices and her body went into orgasmic convulsions. My cock stirred the cum the was pasted on her face. Her noises were indescribable. But mixed in between the inaudible were the: “It’s so fucking big!”, “oh my god oh my god oh my god” and of course everyone’s favorite, “fuck me!”, over and over and over. And Martin certainly did that and then some. He stretched her out more than I could ever dream of doing myself and gave her the most intense pleasure she admits to ever having. It’s definitely one of my top 3 experiences.

The rest of the evening consisted of all of us getting fucked up and then occasional blow job, finger fuck, clit flick…you know, the usual. We were constantly touching ourselves. Sarah was the only one that put on clothes. If you call “panties” and an unbuttoned button-down shirt clothes. Sarah always seems to get chilly. What a pussy.

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“Little Andy’s BIG Summer” 8

Andy reached down from Blake’s mighty embrace, and opened the door. He couldn’t help but giggle in anticipation. Blake carried him in, and laid him gently on the bed. Andy lay there, propped up on his elbows, watching Blake. Blake turned on his radio, and lowered the volume as to not wake anyone in nearby cabins. The cd player began churning out a lively dance rhythm, and Blake walked with a slight strut toward Andy, moving to the beat of the song. Andy recognized the song, it was a song by N’Synch. Blake came to the foot of the bed, and began moving to the music, swaying his hips in a seductive fashion. Andy gave him a bemused look, and Blake flashed him a blinding grin. Blake began dancing, now, his entire body moving in time with the beat as Andy watched, mesmerized. Blake slapped a hand on either thigh just above the knee, and slowly moved them up. Andy watched intently as they continued up over his thighs, crossing at his pelvis, moving over his abs, crossing again at his chest, and to his shoulders. Blake turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as if he were about to orgasm.

Andy, interest piqued, repositioned himself on the bed. As Blake performed, he moved to the foot of the bed on his stomach, and propped his head in his hands. Blake began moving more wildly now, caressing himself in different ways as his hips gyrated. He was like a stripper, but ten times better at it. Besides, no stripper had Blake’s kind of flair. Blake danced in a circle, while standing in place, his hips circling as he waved a hand in the air doing what Andy called the "Ried’em COwboy". It was one of his favorite moves. Andy was becoming inexplicably warmer each time Blake caught his eye. Andy got up on his knees, and put his hands on Blake’s thighs. Blake grabbed his hands, and moved them slowly up over his body while he danced. Andy could feel the powerful muscles working, and rippling beneath his taut skin which had become hot to the touch. Blake pulled Andy off the bed, and began dancing around him. He spoke to Andy as he danced, showing him how to move.

He took his arms in his hands, "Here, like this…", and moved Andy’s arms like those of a willing puppet. Andy stood, awkward for a few seconds, until Blake put his hands on Andy’s hips.

"Just feel the music, and move your hips to the beat."

Andy couldn’t quite get it until Blake shoved his hips into Andy’s ass. Andy began moving, listening to the music, and Blake’s heavy breathing.

"There ya go, you’re a natural…!" Blake wrapped his arms around Andy, and Andy put his hands on top of Blake’s, dancing in synch with him. Andy turned around to face Blake, and he picked Andy up. Andy wrapped his legs around Blake’s as he began pumping his hips into Andy’s pelvis. He could easily feel Blake’s enormous dick through the speedo as it pressed against his own. The song finally stopped, and Blake stood there holding him in his arms.

Blake took a few steps forward, and lay down on the bed with Andy underneath him. They looked into each other’s’ eyes, as they caught their breath. Andy spoke first. "That was…awesome!"

Blake brushed a wisp of Andy’s hair from his eyes, "Enjoyed that, huh?"

"Definitely. You never cease to amaze me."

The music switched to a funk-style song with a techno twist, and Blake slid his arms underneath Andy. Andy put his hands on Blake’s rippling chest, "You are so beautiful".

Blake flexed, and his balloon-like pecs sprang to rock hard life. Andy shivered and smiled as goosebumps ran over his entire body at the feel of the sheer enormous power of Blake’s body. Blake lowered himself entirely onto Andy, and wrapped his legs around Andy’s. He squeezed as tightly as possible without hurting him, and they kissed yet again. The kiss became heated as Blake began flexing his muscles one set at a time. Andy could feel Blake’s body pumping up from the repeated contractions and Blake’s embrace tightened. Blake rolled over, and Andy struggled out of his embrace. He looked at Blake. "Roll over…"

Blake blinked at this, "What…?"

"Roll over. I wanna do something for you, now."

Blake rolled over, dutifully, wondering what Andy had in mind.

Blake could feel Andy’s hands on the back of his legs. They started at his calves and slowly worked their way up the back of his thighs. They continued up to his hips, and grasped at the waistband of his speedo. Andy tugged with a giggle, and Blake accommodated, arching his midsection into the air. Andy struggled for a few minutes, trying to get the strained fabric down over Blake’s thighs. After a few tries, he pulled the skimpy fabric down, and over his ankles, discarding them to the floor. Blake waited, wondering, not feeling Andy move for a few moments. Finally, he felt Andy’s tender hands on his buttocks, and Andy leaned foreward. He gasped slightly as Andy gently pushed them apart and inserted his tongue.

Blake’s ass was tight. Firm, muscular, well rounded, but still small, it was the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. Let alone had the pleasure of touching. He heard Blake’s gasp of surprise as he’d inserted his tongue. Mentally, he smiled knowing that he probably hadn’t expected this. Andy could tell that he went to great lengths to keep clean as there wasn’t the slightest hint of anything undesirable. He probed with his tongue, extensively. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was his capable tongue. And he was now receiving testimony on his abilities as Blake began to moan. He sank his tobgue further into Blake’s ass, causing him to exclaim, "FUCK! Oh my GOD!" He was moving his tongue up and down along Blake’s crack, and he felt Blake’s body shudder. Blake was moaning loudly, now, and exclaiming, as his legs involuntarily stiffened over and over again. Blake arched his ass upward, as if trying to get more, and cried out in a pleasure as Andy went deeper. Andy plunged his tongue as far as he could, and he felt Blake’s entire body quake as he realized that he’d just caused him to cum. Well, now Blake knew he wasn’t the only one who could give in this situation…

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