Future of Porn

CHAPTER 5 - SATURDAY MORNING

I woke up on Saturday morning still half in a dream. I was naked, my cock nestling against the arse of a sexy naked girl, my hand on her hip. She’d discovered a hitherto unexplored exhibitionist streak since we met, and I was having a great deal of fun encouraging her to play it out, fucking her outdoors, getting her to wear revealing clothes and no underwear, showing her body off and touching her in public, and ensuring she walked around my house naked, talking to my friends. As I woke up a little more, it dawned on me that it wasn’t just a dream, and my cock throbbed in anticipation as I ran my hand down Karen’s side.

So what should I plan for my exhibitionist slut today, I thought, opening my eyes wide for the first time and realising that the sun was streaming in through the thin curtains. That made me smile for a start - it would be much easier to get her into revealing outfits if it was warm and dry. I made up my mind that we should go out and explore the city a bit, do some of the things that a new couple should be doing together, although I had to admit I’d seen Karen as more of a fuck toy than a girlfriend. Perhaps we could combine doing some of the things a couple would do with some of the things fuck buddies would do, I thought, smiling.

I certainly knew what I wanted first, though. Without waking Karen, I reached over to my bedside drawer and pulled out a condom from the packet. Tearing it open, I slid it on over my throbbing cock, and leant over to kiss Karen’s shoulder. She didn’t respond, and her heavy breathing told me she was still sleeping. Well I was going to wake her up in the best possible way! I ran my hand gently down her arm, enjoying the touch of her warm skin. Easing my way down the bed, I gently turned her onto her back, stopping still when I heard her breathing change, but continuing when it settled into a rhythm again. I ran my fingertips lightly over her stomach, making sure she was still warm and covered by the duvet, and bent to kiss her just below her belly button. She stirred, just slightly, but that was okay, I wanted her to wake up eventually. I edged further down the bed.

My fingertip traces were now around Karen’s hips, and getting lower. Her thighs were next, and I almost felt her tingle as my hand moved from the outer to the inner leg. She shifted her knee a fraction, allowing me more access, and I grazed my fingers over her thin pubic hair before brushing my lips across it. Her legs were further apart now, they’d moved almost imperceptibly, and I took advantage by sliding my knee in between her ankles, kneeling up enough so that by bending my neck I could kiss her stomach again. She murmured in appreciation as, for the first time, I kissed and stroked her together, lips on her stomach, fingers on her legs.

I wanted to change those around, though, and slid my body a little further down, running my fingertips up her legs and across her pussy lips to her stomach, whilst my mouth made the reverse journey, slowly, slowly. I ended up kneeling between her legs, gently nuzzling her thighs further apart whilst resting a reassuring hand on her stomach. She groaned a little louder now, and I thought perhaps I’d better move a little quicker. My cock was throbbing impatiently, after all.

I gently ran my tongue up her inner thigh, until my nose was touching her clitoris. Her pussy felt hot with my breath, and I slowly stuck my tongue out, touching her hole. She must have been awake by now, but her groan was quiet, not breaking the spell, and I gently continued to probe her cunt and clitoris with my tongue. She tasted sweet, her juices starting to really flow and mix with my saliva as my tongue grew bolder, and licked her harder. I could feel her stomach muscles clenching under my touch, and knew for sure she was awake when her hand weakly gripped mine, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. I reached down and gripped my cock, making sure the condom was still firmly in place, and started to work harder on her clit with my mouth, feeling her legs start to tremble as her wake-up orgasm neared, and finally having to hold her down as she bucked and thrashed, covering my face with her delicious cum, gasping for her breath.

I looked up at her from between her legs, grinning. “Morning,” I said, sliding up on top of her and reaching down to rub the tip of my cock on her sensitive cunt lips.

“No, no more, not yet,” she said, trying to get her breath.

“Yes, more,” I insisted, easing my hardness into her tight hole and hearing her pleasurable moan as my reward. “I’m gonna fuck you till you cum again, and I think you’re going to like it!” I thrust myself into her the whole way, and she almost growled. Bending forward, I kissed her nipple, softly at first and then taking it into my mouth and roughly sucking it, her hands on my head telling me she was fine with what I was doing. I snaked a finger between our writhing bodies, down to her clitoris, and started a firm circular motion around it, flicking the hard little button back and forth. It wasn’t going to take her long to cum again, I thought, and I wasn’t wrong, her body thrashing wildly underneath me as she shuddered all over, legs squeezing around my arse, arms wildly slapping on my sides. I groaned, thrust as deep as I could into her, and allowed my balls to explode, releasing what felt like a huge amount of spunk into the condom.

Karen looked at me in alarm. I smiled inside - she didn’t know I’d put a condom on. Wondering briefly to myself when her period was due, whether she was safe anyway, I looked at her as I pulled my throbbing cock from her. “It’s ok, precautions taken,” I said, peeling the condom off and holding it up to show her. She smiled, as I threw the crumpled condom on the floor and slid down the bed again.

“No, really, no more this time,” she said. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up, but I really need to go to the loo!”

I laughed, and slid up on top of her again, cock brushing the top of her thighs, which were closer together now. “Okay,” I said. “Don’t want to make you wet yourself!” I rolled away from her and allowed her to slip out from under the covers, make her way across the room and trot downstairs. She hadn’t even thought about putting any clothing on this time.

Karen was back in a couple of minutes, smiling again. “So what’s the plan for today then?” she asked, her naked body gently caressing mine. “Sounds like we have the house to ourselves!”

That was probably true, it was around ten o’clock, and Mark, my housemate, would be out by now, probably up at the university studying. Staying in bed with Karen all day was a pretty appealing thought, but then so was going out and getting her to show off her body. I plumped for the latter. “It looks like a nice day,” I said, “so I think we should go and see some of the sights of Bristol. And I’m hoping you’re going to be one of them! Fancy showing off again today?”

“Ooh, you are awful,” she smiled. “But that sounds like fun. I think I may have just the dress! But first, I need a shower. And I’m sure you don’t want me walking round the house with any clothes on, but can I at least borrow a towel?”

I had to laugh. “Of course,” I said, and jumped up out of bed. Grabbing a towel I threw it over to her, and added, as she caught it, “but I’m first in the queue - come and join me if you want!” I walked out the room before she could react, and went downstairs to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and went to the loo whilst it warmed up, and then eased myself under the hot spray. My student house wasn’t in great shape, but it did have a great shower, a big cubicle, plenty of power. I’d never fucked anyone in it, but I’d often thought about it. Was Karen about to come and share with me?

She was. I’d just finished washing my hair and soaping my body when I saw the bathroom door open and Karen come into the room. She tossed her towel onto the loo seat, and opened the cubicle door. “Hello,” she said, “room for one more?”

“I think so,” I smiled. “You might have to squeeze up close to me though.”

“Well I guess I can live with that,” she smiled, her arms snaking around my neck as she pulled our bodies closer and kissed my lips. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she added, as I turned her so that her back was under the warm shower spray. I rubbed her back gently as she threw her head back and got her hair wet, and then allowed her to fall backwards just enough that I could bend and lick her nipple, which was taut and erect, water rolling down her chest. She groaned gently. “I thought you were going to let me have a shower!”

“Well yes,” I said, “I was. But then I thought that I’d only want to get you all hot and sweaty again the minute you were out the shower, so really I’m just saving you the bother of washing again!”

“Mmm, very considerate of you,” Karen laughed. “Now pass me that shampoo!”

I laughed, and did as she asked, before dropping to my knees in front of her. Pushing her gently backwards, until she was under the spray, I ran my hands down her front, over her hips and down her legs, and bent forward to kiss her stomach, just above the fine line of fair pubic hairs. Karen was trying her best to ignore me, and was massaging shampoo into her hair, but I was confident she wouldn’t be able to for much longer. I slid my hand between her legs, edging them apart slightly, and kissed her a little lower down. Sliding my fingers up and my mouth down so that they met on her clitoris, I licked, hard and suddenly. She groaned, and instantly her legs were further apart, allowing me to bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking with relish as her juices joined with the water flowing from the shower. God she tasted good! I chanced a glance up, and saw that her eyes were closed, the shower spray washing shampoo suds across her chest, which was thrust forward as she leant against the wall of the cubicle. Her knees were slightly bent, pushing her pussy forward. I couldn’t think of a more erotic pose, she looked so sexually charged. I smiled to myself as I went back to sucking her clit.

It wasn’t long before I felt her legs shaking around my head, and her hands on my wet hair pulling me as close to her cunt as I could go and still breathe. “Yes, yes,” she was gasping, and suddenly she was cumming, cumming, and then collapsing besides me, the shower beating down on us. “Oh jesus, that felt amazing!” she said as she fell against me.

I laughed. “And there’s more where that came from!” I said, kissing her. I was just in the process of trying to get her to stand up so I could fuck her when the doorbell rang. “Shit, I bet that’s the landlord,” I said. “He usually calls round on Saturday mornings to collect the rent. He’ll let himself in if I don’t answer.”

Karen laughed too. “Well you’d better go and see him then,” she said, wriggling free from my grasp. “And I’d better stay here and finish my shower!”

Grumbling, I slid out of the cubicle and grabbed the towel, rubbing most of the water off quickly and wrapping it around me as the doorbell sounded a second time. “Hi, Gianni,” I said, opening the door. “Sorry, I was just in the shower, come on in.”

“Ah, no, I’m sorry,” said Gianni. “I was just coming to collect the rent, if it’s a bad time?…”

“No, no, just let me run upstairs to write you a cheque,” I said. He smiled, and sat down in the kitchen as I jumped upstairs, my erection subsiding under the towel. I quickly threw on an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt and found my chequebook, and was just writing out the cheque when I heard voices from downstairs. I walked to my door, and listened carefully.

It was Gianni’s voice first. “No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realise…”

“No worries,” Karen’s voice came back. I had a sudden thought - I’d grabbed the only towel when I’d gone out to open the door. Was she standing there talking to him naked? “I’m Karen,” she continued. “I’m, er, a friend of Joe’s. Pleased to meet you.”

“Er, yes, you too,” he replied, and I had a mental image of him shaking her hand and not knowing whether he should be staring or not. He’s a nice guy, as landlords go, but he’s in his forties, married, kids - I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking! I stepped back onto the stairs, debating to myself who I was rescuing by my return.

“Hi, Gianni, sorry about that, here’s the cheque. Mark’s is on the table,” I said, noticing at once that Karen was, of course, totally, gloriously, bare. I didn’t comment – I wanted my landlord to think it was normal to have a naked girl wandering around the kitchen on a Saturday morning. He took the cheque from me, and I smiled inwardly as I noticed his eyes drifting back to Karen’s body. She was leaning back against the fridge, which pushed both her chest and groin forward provocatively. Who wouldn’t have looked?

Gianni signed both Mark’s and my rent book, glancing at me awkwardly. “Great, er, thanks,” he stammered. “I’ll see you next week, then.” He couldn’t get out of the door fast enough, leaving Karen laughing hysterically as he went.

“God, that was great!” she exclaimed. “The look on his face when I came out of the bathroom!”

“You are terrible,” I said, laughing. “You could have given the poor guy a heart attack. You are so naughty. And naughty girls deserve to be spanked!” I skipped over to her, laughing, and kicked a chair out from under the table to sit on. Grabbing her, I pulled her down over my lap, and gave her bare arse a short, sharp slap, not hard but enough to tingle.

“Ooh,” she mock screamed, “I have been naughty, haven’t I?”

“Yes,” I said, slapping her again, feeling my cock harden and remembering that I hadn’t had time to fuck her in the shower. “And I’ll have to punish you. But I will kiss you better later.” I slipped my hand between her legs. The wetness definitely wasn’t just because she hadn’t dried off from the shower. She gasped as my finger wriggled on her clitoris. “I think you like this sort of punishment, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear.

I pulled her upright again, and edged her over to the sink, where she stood looking out of the window. I held myself against her back, hands reaching round to caress her tits, loving the feel of her hard nipples. Quickly, I pushed my shorts down and kicked them off, rubbing my cock on her arse until she pushed back to allow it between her legs. I thrust forward lustfully, and suddenly, gloriously, I slid inside her wet cunt. We both groaned - I think she’d been looking forward to a fucking in the shower as much as I’d been. This wasn’t going to take long for me, I could tell, and I reached round to rub her clitoris, pushing her forward so she was bending over the sink, her tits almost in the washing up bowl. My thighs slapped on her arse as I thrust back and forward, trying to retain a rhythm, but suddenly she was cumming, my hand now as wet as my cock with her juices, and I was cumming too, pulling out just in time and squirting my spunk on her arse and back, collapsing away from her back onto the chair, both of us breathing heavily.

She reached behind her, rubbing my cum into her skin, and turned around to look at me. “Well if that was my punishment, I’m going to be naughty all the time,” she laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I’m going to have to get back in the shower now, you’ve got me all sticky!”

I laughed. “Sorry about that, I didn’t have much choice.”

She smirked, and bent over to kiss me. “Do me a favour and get me another towel?” she asked, as she slipped into the bathroom again.

I sat on the chair, and took a deep breath. Finally, I picked my shorts up from the floor and slipped them on again, went upstairs, grabbed another towel from the cupboard and brought it down. Karen was just getting out of the shower, and I threw the towel to her before going back to the kitchen and putting the kettle on and making some toast. Dry, with the towel wrapped around her, Karen sat down at the table with me for some breakfast.

We talked about what we were going to do for the day, and decided in the end on a gentle sightseeing walk through town up to one of the big parks. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to clear up the kitchen whilst Karen dried her hair, and was just finished when I heard her come downstairs. “How do I look?” she asked, performing a quick pirouette.

She looked fantastic. She was wearing a knee length dress, bright orange with occasional small white flowers dotted over it, and some trainers. And nothing else. The firm shape of her tits was clearly visible through the thin material of the dress, and you could make out the dark circles around her nipples. I suppose she could have been wearing knickers, but I somehow knew she wasn’t. “You look great,” I told her. “There might be a change of plan - I’m going to have to ravish you again!”

“Uh uh,” she smiled. “You’re taking me out to see the sights. And besides, this needs a rest!” And she lifted up the front of the dress to prove that she really wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

I groaned. “God you are such a tease! But I think we should have a fun day. Come on then.” We strolled out into the sunshine, and made our way towards the town centre.

CHAPTER 6 - SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Karen probably wasn’t the best looking girl I’ve ever been out with, but I’d certainly never seen as many admiring glances directed at someone as I did as we walked slowly through the town. I couldn’t help but laugh - men on their own stared hard, men with their wives or girlfriends stared and then quickly glanced away, women with a guy mostly looked scornful, and women on their own were a mixed bunch, a few looking disgusted and a few making no secret of their admiration for Karen’s daring outfit. I love people watching, and watching people watch us was even better!

I’d decided that we should go through the shopping centre, which is the least interesting bit of Bristol, towards the docks and cathedral, and then walk up the hill to the smartest part of town, where there was a huge park we could have some lunch in. Karen was clearly enjoying the attention, smiling when she was wolf-whistled, holding my hand sometimes, very aware that her nipples were clearly visible, erect as they were. We stopped on the green outside the cathedral, and she stood on her toes and put her arms round my neck, pulling herself towards me to give me a long, lingering kiss. “Are you having fun?” I asked, smiling.

“Mmm, yeah,” she grinned. “I think I’ve made some people’s day. And of course, it makes me unbelievably turned on.”

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows. “So is that anything I can help you with?”

“Maybe,” she replied. “Are you going to lay me down and fuck me right here?”

“Ooh, I wish,” I groaned. “But if we get arrested I won’t be able to fuck you later, and I intend to do that lots later. So maybe we should put off instant gratification for a while. But I do happen to know a quiet park a few minutes walk away….”

She laughed. “I know, you told me, but it sounds like more than a few minutes walk. Maybe we should get a bus?”

It was at least half an hour walk, mostly uphill, but I’d thought it would give me enough time for my cock to recover from the morning’s activities. Judging by the pressure in my jeans, though, it was already fully recovered. I led Karen to the bus stop, from where it was only a ten minute trip.

She sat by the window, gazing out as the bus slowly made its way up the hill. I leant over her shoulder. “So just how turned on are you?” I whispered, sliding my hand under her arse cheek. I saw her bite her bottom lip gently in the reflection from the window, and she shifted position enough that her arse lifted from the bus seat. I quickly pushed my hand under her dress, and she sat back down on it, just allowing me enough room to wriggle my finger against what I soon found out was a very wet pussy. Her thighs squeezed against my hand as my finger slid into her cunt, just up to the second knuckle. “Mmm,” I nuzzled her neck, “you weren’t joking, were you? I’m almost tempted to stay on the bus and make you cum, but we should get out here.” She looked almost disappointed for a second, but allowed me to remove my hand. I stood up, and made my way to the door, Karen following, and we got off the bus.

To my utter amazement, he turned down the opportunity to cover himself. He declined the opportunity to turn away out of embarrassment or run away in shame. Instead, the guy just stood there, naked, right in front of me. He hand stopped its pistioning action and he simply held himself there for me to see.

And I looked. I am not sure why I looked, but I think it formulated from his good looks and then from the awareness of his size-and I am not talking about the size of his body or the size of his muscles. Although he had a big hand, I noticed it could not cover the thing. It did not even come close! His fingers did not encompass it either in width or length. His prick swelled out both from the ends of his fingers and from both sides of his closed palm. And it was such a nice, shiny prick. I could see it had pre-cummed quite considerably. With his organ shinning brilliant in its own wetness, it looked as though he was about to eject.

And it wasn’t just his organ, but my eyes wondered down to his balls too. They refused to hang straight down like an ordinary set of nuts. They looked to be very firm instead, standing out and upward at attention. I’ve always found myself attracted to a man’s nuts, which I know a lot of other girls find very odd. The nuts on this man were quite impressive.

“Hi,” A deep voice spoke from the gorgeous hunk before me.

“Don’t you know that you are supposed to stay on the trail?”

I felt like telling him the same thing, but I couldn’t speak. I guess the surprise and shock at seeing him left me too frozen to do anything. It was as though I had stage fright.

“Nice tits,” He went on to compliment me next. “Your suit does an excellent job at showing them off, and you sure have a lot to show off.”

I remembered my lack of clothing and all he could see. Most men discretely looked or made a sly reference to the size of my boobs, but just came right out and said exactly what was on his mind. It made him look so comfortable; so powerful. He surprised me and made me feel intimidated.

What he did after surprised me even more, for he started up again.

He resumed his stroking action.

“Oh my God!” I cried out for the third time, taking a step back and getting ready to run away from this pervert. The thought of a guy jerking himself off while admiring my bikini clad body raced through my mind. It left me feeling momentarily confused. I knew the thought should have disgusted me, but he was such a handsome, big, and sexy looking guy. To my amazement, I found the thought actually exciting me.

“Don’t,” He stopped both me and his own stroking action in unison. I distinctly remember counting each pump of his hand. It looked great, the way he ran his hand up and down his wet, slimy, and very long dong. The thing seemed to look even longer when his hand pumped along its length. “I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid. Don’t you want to see my outfit?”

I momentarily feared he might come after me. He looked to be in great shape and could probably catch me long before I reached help. Hell, we were so close that he probably could have caught me before I even made it back to the trail. It reminded me of the time William grabbed by tits while hold my hands behind me.

I again got ready to run, but then he removed his hand and I couldn’t. I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was huge. It was gigantic. It was easily twice as big as any cock I had ever seen before. Full and erect, it stood up at attention like a long shaft from between his legs. Especially impressive was its head. His member looked to be nearly the thickness of my forearm, but the mushroomed-shaped head was more like the size of my fist. And the whole thing was so bright and shiny that it gleamed in the noon-day sun.

He did not face me directly but at an angle, which made me appreciate even more his length. I guessed his cock to be ten inches in length, or possibly even a full foot long. It extended up past his belly button.

Further stimulation came from below; his balls. I couldn’t get over his balls and the way they stood out so firm and hard. They looked to be too big for his sac to contain, swollen as though about to erupt-which I suppose they maybe were. I figure he had been masturbating for quite a while. His whole cock looked magnificent.

“Well?” He finally spoke some time later. I am not sure how long I stood there and with my eyes transfixed on him. I knew it was wrong. I realize I must have looked like a horny slut for not running away, but it was too magnificent to pull away. “What do you think of my outfit? You look as though you enjoy your men harnessed.”

I looked closer and suddenly realized why his nuts looked so ridged. They were tied! A single string, very thin and almost invisible, encircled his waist and went under his cock and balls. The string looked as though it looped around the back of his nut sack and pulled them out. He stood not quite naked, not like I first thought, but with a harness to place his nuts on better display.

Then he turned. “And notice the rear too,” He next showed me his naked ass. “Notice how the harness does not run between my cheeks like a tong, but leaves the crack exposed for your admiration and possibly for your later use.

I took in his words but did not realize the significance of what he said. I was too busy admiring his ass instead. It really was terrific; a hard, muscular, strong ass. One strap went around his waist and two others came up his thighs to join it. No thong traveled up his crack, just like he said. I couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about spanking it and maybe doing other things to it too. I occasionally heard what other girls did to a man’s ass. I wanted to try some of their ideas for myself, but none of my old boyfriends ever allowed it. His ass was not as erotic as his cock, of course, but the sight of a man turning around to show off his naked ass sent a burst of heat though my acing loins.

“It’s revealing,” I answered as soon as he turned to face me again.

“It’s very revealing.” I almost choked on my own words.

“Thank you, and so is yours,” He showed his gratitude. “But I suppose I don’t have to tell you how aroused you make me. You can see that for yourself.”

He certainly was right about that!

“Double-D is my guess,” He said next. “I mean your tits. They look as though you take a double-D cupped bra. Is that right?”

I nodded. He was right. I suppose it wasn’t difficult for him to guess correctly, considering how much he could of see.

“Double-D but not quite a triple. You do not quite have the biggest size they make, but very close.”

He appeared to stir right at my tits, but then I realized he had been doing so the entire time. That was why his prick stayed hard. As I locked my eyes on his substantial assets, he in returned locked his own eyes on mine.

“Not quite the biggest size they make, but close,” He interrupted this disturbing thought to give me another. “Not like me. Not quite the biggest size they make.”

I nearly stumbled upon hearing his words, knowing what he meant. He was referring, of course, to his own cock. He was effectively saying that his cock was the equivalent of a triple-D cup size for a woman, and I supposed he was right. It was the biggest prick I had ever seen, even bigger than the pictures my girlfriend once downloaded from the Internet. I couldn’t help but fantasy what it would feel like to experience it, to stroke it myself, to suck on it, possibly even to be fucked by it-even though I knew there was no way he would be able to fit the thing into a short, petite, young girl like me.

“You better get going,” He interrupted this disturbing thought. “To the beach, I mean, assuming you are still going. It’s just over there.” Amazingly, he pointed, but not with his finger. I noticed how his hands remained behind his back and he pointed with his erect cock. “Provided, of course, you still plan to go to the beach?”

I briefly considered it. For a moment I thought about it. What would be the harm? A voice questioned inside me. What if I stayed and allowed him to jerk himself off to the sight of my bikini clad body?

Memories flooded into my mind of the first time I got to see a man jerk off. It was an old boyfriend, my second serious boyfriend back in High School, made after I refused to allow him to fuck me. It was his idea to play this game where he got to stroke himself in front of me, but only after I gave him a command to do so. He relieved himself with a with a single stroke only after I first allowed it with the single word “stroke.”

The game had been enormously fun, and now I couldn’t help but want to play it with this man. Later, with my boyfriend, I came up with the naughty idea to tease him. I said “stroke” several times in a row to bring him to the edge, and then I refused to allow him to go over. I cock-teased him with his own hand, and now I wanted to do the same with this big man.

It felt so wrong, but at the same time if felt so right. I shook my head in bewilderment. I can back to reality. What kind of girl am I? I asked the good, wholesome little girl somewhere inside me. What am I doing?

“No thanks,” I took a deep breath and answered him with extreme difficulty. “I think I better keep going, at least for now.”

I nearly ran the rest of the way to the water.

Part 3: The Cool Beach

I needed water. I needed it bad. After the encounter with HIM, I desperately needed to dive into some cold water to bring myself back down to earth. I not only felt hot, but I think I was in heat.

I collapsed into the lake as though I had just run across the Sahara Desert, and it was my first sight of water in a week. I ran down the beach, stumbled out of my sandals, and haphazardly dropped my towel and bag onto the sand. I ran in without looking, never bothering to look around to see if anyone might be watching. The inhibitions about my new bikini left me. My only thought was of HIM and the waiting water.

I ran in up to my knees, and then I dropped in face forward like I was still a little girl. The shock of the cold water felt refreshing against the hot skin of my body and the heated beating of my heart. And not only that, but I’m shameful to admit that I could even feel it radiating out from my sex. I found myself horny as hell, probably the horniest I had ever felt in my life-or at least the horniest without actually in the process of receiving intercourse.

Memories of my second boyfriend flooded back into my mind. At the end of my little cock-teasing game, after maybe a half-dozen journeys to the edge, I finally let him do it. And did he ever do it! The guy squirted and sprayed like an erupting oil well. I discovered if you make a guy wait awhile and tease him for a few minutes, in the end he will cumm a lot more. It was one of the important lessons I had learned about sex.

I’ve played the game many times since then and have enjoyed it every time. There’s something about an erupting cock that I find really exhilarating. And if only I had stayed to play with HIM, I could have witnessed it one more time.

I felt a desire to slip my fingers down inside my panties as I thought about the sight of him squirting, until I saw the others…

Coming along the beach, not very far away, a couple strolled hand-in-hand as though they were on their honeymoon. My inhibitions returned as they walked towards me, making me remember my bikini.

“Hi,” the man waved when he got close. His girlfriend also waived but remained silent.

“Hi,” I returned the greeting, kneeling in the soft sand to keep my big boobs from his sight.

The sight of the two of them made me think about HIM again. I imagined just the two of us, the big man and me, walking along the shore just like this a couple. I fantasized his hand in my own, but then I glanced over to see him naked and hard, his huge member sticking up nearly a foot into the air.

I think I swam a hundred yards along the beach until I calmed back down enough to keep my hands out of my panties. My muscles ached and my body felt as though it had just run a marathon by the time I again walked upon dry land. By the look of my wrinkled fingers, I think it had been close to a half hour.

The bright sun made it unnecessary to dry off. By the time I made it back to my belongings, sweat had replaced the water. I rubbed on sunscreen and then lay down to enjoy myself-or at least I tried to. HE refused to leave my mind. His image remained, especially that of his cock. As I put on the sunscreen, I dreamed what it would feel like for his big hands to rub it onto me instead. And as I lay down to enjoy the burning rays of the sun, I couldn’t help but think what it would be like for HIM to lay down on top of me.

I found myself getting curious about what he was doing now. He certainly had to be finished with what he first set out to do. I figured he hurriedly continued just after I left while the picture of my sparsely clad body remained fresh in his mind. The thought of it should have made me feel queasy, but instead I felt-I have to admit- it actually made me feel a little proud. I couldn’t help but picture him standing up against the tree with his eyes closed, stroking himself with my picture on his mind.

Images of his pistoning hand kept playing in my own mind. It was just so big, so huge. Trying to think about it in more detail, I realized his hand covered only about half the length of his shaft. And then I couldn’t help but imagine my own hand in his place. My smaller hand could only cover perhaps one-third his length. If I ever got to stroke on anything of such size, my hand would indeed get quite an exercise.

Then the naughty thought of him doing it formed in my mind again. I wondered what it would be like to watch him when he finally did cumm. With such a long length and with such obviously big balls, I knew it had to look terrific. I imagined his cock throbbing, pulsating, and then shooting out a huge load of sperm. And then it would do it again, and then again. Instead of spurting two or three times like an ordinary man, I imagined him shooting it a dozen times before he finished. One of my girlfriends jokingly told me that long men could shoot a longer distance. It had something to do with a longer barrel. I thought it a joke at the time, but now I found myself wondering if this was true. I wanted to find out for myself and cursed myself for not staying to watch, even though I knew it would have been so slutty, so wrong.

It was then when I saw him again; or rather, I first heard him.

“Hello,” I recognized the voice before he appeared. “Feeling a little more relaxed now?”

He crept up from behind while I lay with my back against the towel, eyes closed, dreaming of HIM. For a brief moment, I thought his voice might have been part of some amazingly vivid dream, but then I quickly came back to the real world. I sat up and turned, looking at him as he looked back at me.

He wore cloths, but still did not wear many. He stood a few feet away in a Speedo bikini. In the center, a large budge poked out, limp but still substantial. I found myself wanting to question if he still wore the harness, but of course he did not. The bulge didn’t poke out that far!

“Sorry if I scarred you back in the forest,” He spoke apagogically. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for causing you any fright. I didn’t mean to, you know. I thought the place was deserted, but you just happened to walk by at the wrong time.”

He kneeled and held out his hand to me.

“That’s all right,” I took it, not knowing what to say in reply. “I’m sorry for embarrassing you too. I guess we were both just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

His hand felt hard and calloused. I couldn’t help but realize this was the same hand that had just been beating his meat.

“Don’t worry about me,” He let out a big smile. “You didn’t much embarrass me much at all. I work as an exotic dancer so I’m actually kind-of used to it. …just not quite to that extent.”

I turned away out of embarrassment, thinking about him performing as an exotic dancer, gyrating his hips in the buff, naked, up on a stage, and with a hundred screaming women all around. I am sure HE would be the main attraction of any show. I found myself tempted to ask where he worked. I wanted to go to take a look for myself.

“Listen,” He spoke with a lot more calm than I felt inside. “The choice is up to you. I can leave and go back to the public beach if you want, but I would really like to stay awhile and talk. It’s not every day some gal comes by and catches me jerking off.”

I continued to turn away, not knowing what to say. I didn’t want to appear like I was some kind of slut, but at the same time I did not want him to leave.

He stood without saying more and started to walk away. I looked up to see his tight ass facing me; an ass only half covered by his tiny Speedo bikini, again making me wonder what it would be like to spank him.

“No, stop,” I heard myself say. It came out involuntarily; my hormones speaking instead of my brain. “Stay, but on one condition.”

“What’s that?” His bulge faced me again.

“I just want you to know I’m not that kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl is that?”

I couldn’t think of an easy way to explain it, so I decided to just be honest. I admitted this was the first time I ever wore a two-piece bikini, and I told him the reason I sat on this deserted part of the beach was out of embarrassment. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t a big boobed bimbo looking for a good time.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” The smile on his face betrayed his thoughts. I could somehow see that my words had intrigued him. “You look great and there is nothing wrong with showing it off a little, especially when you’ve got it.”

I felt myself smile back to him. His words could equally apply to himself. His was the first compliment I received on my bikini.

“Let’s start with names,” He offered his hand again. “I’m Robert.”

“Hi, I’m Diane,” I shook his hand a second time. “Glad to meet you more formally this time.”

I repositioned the towel so he could sit down next to me. He sat close, right up next to me. I distinctly remember our thighs touching. His body towered over me. Even in this seated position, he was so tall my eyes only came up to his neck.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked. “You must have a boyfriend or maybe a husband around here somewhere. I don’t want to piss someone off when they see me talking to you.”

I laughed. “Certainly no husband, and no boyfriend either,” I told him. “I used to have a boyfriend, but we broke up a few days ago.”

He asked, but I refused to get into the details. “Let’s just say we got into a big fight, and I came to the conclusion that he wasn’t right for me.”

“I suppose he fucked you over real good?” Robert questioned.

“I guess you can say that,” I had to agree.

“Must have,” He nodded. “To give up a girl as good looking as you.”

I had to smile.

“So you just decided to come up here all alone?” He wanted to know.

“Well, yes,” I felt almost fearful to admit it.

“That could be dangerous,” He spoke with seemingly genuine concern. “A beautiful woman such as yourself, all alone, out in the wilderness. I mean, what if some guy sneaked in your camp tonight and try to rape you?”

I gasped, but not in fright but in delight. I knew his words should have scarred me, but instead they only teased me. I couldn’t help but think of him being the man, sneaking into my tent, and forcing himself upon me. Well, not quite forcing. I knew I would be very willing.

“What about you?” I tried to quickly change the subject. “You must have a girlfriend around here someplace too.”

He shook his head and then shrugged his shoulders. “Why else do you think I was jerking myself off in the trees.”

“Oh, I see,” I felt like an idiot. It was a stupid question.

“I was supposed to go on this 3-day hike along the Lake Michigan Trail,” He rescued me. “A few of us dancers from the club get together a couple of times a year. Either go hiking or cross country skiing up here in the North Country, depending on the season. It’s a good break from tedium of the gym.” He shrugged his shoulders. “In our line of work, we naturally need to keep in shape, you know.”

I understood but was curious. “Where are the rest of them now?”

“Screwed up my knee when I took a bad fall in the gym,” He explained. “Not bad, just a small sprain.” He looked at his own foot. “Not even limping on it any more, but decided it best if not go on a 50 mile hike. So I’m playing the part of designated driver-so to speak. Dropped them off down south and now waiting for them to join me tomorrow night.”

My arousal grew at the thought of three more. I couldn’t help but picture three more exotic dances walking into camp. I naturally wondered if all of them were just as talented as Robert.

“What do you do for a living?” He suddenly changed the subject.

I told him about my college life south of Chicago. I majored in psychology and was in my third year. Surprisingly, he had Masters degree in a related discipline, sociology, and was actually familiar with many of my classes. He obviously had a brain, which surprised me. Just as men tend to stereotype big boobed women as ditzy, I surprised myself by stereotyping Robert as a dim-witted hunk because of his own features.

“What about you?” I decided to return the question. “I mean, you said you worked as an exotic dancer. I’m just curious, what kind of dancer do you do?”

“A stripper,” He told me point blank. “I work in a strip joint, a male strip joint in Milwaukee. You ever been to a male strip joint?”

“Once,” I had to admit. “During a bachlorette party. A few girls talked me to one.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

I shrugged my shoulders and felt my face turning red. “I guess so. It was different. Certainly a big change from the usual night on the town.”

“Did the men strip all the way down?”

“Yea,” I nodded my head.

“Well, so do we,” He surprised me. “You’ll have to come up and visit some time. I could probably even sneak you and a few of your friends through the backstage entrance if you want.”

The thought thrilled me. It was thrilling not only because I would get to see him naked again, but also because of my friends. They were never going to believe me! I could almost picture them already, laughing at my story. “A stripper on the beach?” My classmates would say. “Yea, right! We believe you.” And then they would fall over themselves laughing. They were never going to believe my story, but then I would show them the tickets and we would drive up to Milwaukee over the weekend. The thought made me excited.

Robert and me talked for a while longer. I no longer know how long we talked, but the more we talked the calmer I became. My heart slowed and my panting stopped. Soon, I almost forgot about our nearly naked bodies. We talked about the campground and then about the weather. I told him some more about my school and he talked more about his job. I felt tempted to tell him about the details of what happened between Robert and me, but never did.

Our conversation eventually turned into just another ordinary conversation between a man and a woman sitting on the beach. We slowly got to know one another.

The normality, however, did not last for long. He soon wanted to leave. “My stomach’s starting to growl,” He placed his hand on the bands of tight muscles traveling across his nearly flat tummy. “Went without breakfast and could really use a bite to eat. You care to walk down to the club?”

I wanted to, but hesitated. I thought of all the people who would see me; see both of us. Glancing along the shore, I saw many more bouncing specs playing both on shore and swimming in the water. It looked crowded, as though everyone in the camp was now at the beach. I did not want them all to see me.

“I think I’ll stay here,” I turned to him. “I think I’ll jump back in the water and soak myself for about an hour.”

He chuckled at this remark. “If not now, then what about tonight. You interested in doing something a little wild tonight?” He asked curiously.

I knew what he meant and was very interested, but I didn’t want to admit it. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” He leaned closer. “I was just thinking about what happened before. You know, when you saw me in the forest. You seemed very much interested in what you saw. I know you told me that you’re not that type of girl, but you still looked as though you impressed with what you saw.”

I felt myself smile with embarrassment. “I guess you were kind-of impressive.”

“You mean large.”

“Yea,” I had to admit. “I mean, I don’t think I ever saw a guy who was quite so big before.”

Robert smiled back to me, and then he leaned even closer and spoke more softly into my ear. “I’m glad you liked it, and I assume you are aware of what I was trying to do to it when you caught me.”

I felt myself smile with embarrassment again. I couldn’t give him an answer.

He didn’t bother waiting for me to regain my composure. I only felt his strong hand around me. He put it around my shoulder, pulled me in closer, and then whispered the most erotic words I ever heard into my ear.

“I want you to know Diane that I never finished.”

I jumped with a start, almost leaving his grip.

“I just wanted you to know,” He continued. “Just in case you were interested, I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

I jumped again, this time hard enough to leave his grasp. I found myself off the towel, sitting direct on the hot sand but hardly noticing it.

He shimmied closer. “You don’t have to and I don’t mean to be pushy. It’s totally up to you, but I want you to know that I’m still available tonight, if you’re interested.”

I felt my face grow red with embarrassment and shock as he put his hand around my shoulder once again and held me tight. And then he leaned closer, whispered into my ear, and made it even worse.

“I want you to know,” He spoke quietly. “I want you to know, Diane, that my balls are really swelled up with semen right now, especially after seeing you. By tonight, I think they are going to be ready to burst. And if you want, if you desire it, you can use my shaft to milk them dry.”

He backed away and stood up. He left me sitting there motionless, speechless; not knowing what to say to such an offer.

“If you wish it Diane,” He spoke louder now from his standing position. “If you want, you can have my cock tonight, and you can have it however you want. We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do anything at all. You can even just watch if you’re into that sort of thing. We can do anything you want, just as long as you empty out the gallons of sperm acing to be milked out of my balls.”

He bent down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Don’t answer right now.” He put a single finger up to my lips to hold my voice, although was no need. I did not have the ability to respond. “If you’re interested, just put the number of your campsite in the corner of the public bulletin board where you drive in. That will be our secret little message.”

Part 4: The Hot Fire

The wind rustles again, and then I see you. You appear suddenly, like a ghost out of the dark mist. I jump and force myself awake, thinking it only a dream.

It must be a dream. Your broad chest, your muscular arms, and the way your blond hair falls down to your shoulders. You are a sexy hunk of a man. I think this is all part of some erotic dream, but then I realize I am awake. You are real! It is a dream come true. It is you Robert, and you came to me as you promised.

The sight of you fills me with desire. The clothing you wear tell me your intention. Everything I have ever learned tells me to be afraid and run from a man like you, but I am not afraid and I do not run. All I feel is desire.

You stand before me, Robert, on the other side of the campfire. The smoke obstructs my view, but it does not obstruct it enough to provide you with cover. The light of the fire glows too bright to overcome. The flames bath you in plenty enough light to show me your desire.

I see you do not wear the Speedo bikini from the beach. Neither do you wear the even smaller harness from that morning. Instead, you stand before me with nothing. I see no article of clothing around your waist or upon your chest. You stand before me nude.

And even better, I see you bring me what I desire. I see a raging hard-on standing upright and at attention; a long, thick, giant erection of such proportions my eyes have never witnessed.

“Good evening Diane,” You greet wearing only a smile.

I still wonder if it is a dream, but then the dream becomes more vivid. You walk around the fire and clear of the smoke. I see you do not even wear shoes or sandals. I hear your bare feet sloshing in wet grass of the camp. You are not only naked, but you are absolutely naked. And even better, you are hard.

“Hi Robert” I answer shyly, unsure as to what I am supposed to say to a naked man who casually walks into my campsite. I wonder where you placed your cloths. Did you strip as you watched me or did you walk all the way from your own campsite in your current condition? The thought intrigues me, but the answer does not matter. The only important thing is that you are naked.

I make no hesitation and boldly stair right at it. I knew it impolite to stair at a man’s crotch. I know it only makes my eyes give away my desire, but I can’t help it. It is so big. It is so magnificent. You have the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. I have this tremendous desire to grab it and squeeze it with all my strength.

“I’m glad you’re the type of girl who’s not embarrassed about starring,” You smile valiantly down on me as I shyly look up at the comment. “Lucky thing I don’t mind, so go right ahead. I bring it for you, your own personnel sex toy. You are free to look upon it as much as you want.”

The release of the words “sex toy” from your lips sends a hot wave of ecstasy up my spine. It starts in my sex and radiates out to the rest of my body. I can’t help but take you up on your gracious offer.

Like a polite gentleman, you remain hard for me. You keep your organ hard and long for my viewing enjoyment. It is as though I am getting a personalized strip show, but a show with a hard man.

“Like it this way better?” I watch as you turn to give me a side profile. “Or like this?” You turn in the opposite direction to allow me to gaze upon the other side.

I don’t answer. I can’t answer. Both sides look magnificent. You cock looks even longer when I see it from the side, as unbelievable as that may sound.

The more I look, the more I fantasize. I wonder what it will feel like to touch. I picture myself stroking up and down its long length, and then perhaps tasting its succulent tip with my tongue. Then I imagine myself being fucked by it, provided I can even be fucked by it. It’s mushroom head looks to be nearly the size of my fist. I can’t imagine being able to accept a thing of such enormous dimensions.

“I hope you like my outfit,” You interrupt my pleasant fantasy with another. “I certainly like yours. The top is very sexy, but the bottom looks even better. Why don’t you move your hands and show me the bottom too?”

I briefly glance down and see my hands rest in my lap. I can’t remember moving them down there. I suppose that’s where they just automatically moved to provide cover when you walked into the camp.

I then think about your request and know what you want. You want to see my sex. You want me to show you my pussy, but I don’t mind. It makes me feel so dirty, so slutty, but I actually want to do it. I want you to see.

First my right hand and then my left, I pull them up and out of the way. I uncover my sex and rest my hands on the armrests of the chair. Between, there is nothing. There is no clothing. I wear no panties and show you everything I have to offer.

“Very nice,” You compliment as I briefly glance down as though needing to confirm it myself. “That’s a very nice pussy you have there, Diane. I like your pussy. Why don’t you show me some more? Part your legs a little.”

I am speechless. You want me to behave like a whore. I am to part my legs and show you my pussy. It gives me an arousal and makes me very willing.

“Even nicer,” You compliment as I do as you say. “Very nice clit, but more Diane. Show me more.”

I am forced to crunch down in the chair to open my legs even further, and then I open them even more.

“Excellent cunt,” You tell me more sharply. “Oh Diane, you have a very nice little snatch there. Small and tight, just the way I like it.”

I have my legs spread as wide as they can go. The position makes me feel like a slut, but I really don’t care. As long as I can see your cock, I really don’t care at all. It seems to have grown even bigger as I opened my sex, or perhaps it is just my own hormones. Despite another wisp from the cold breeze through the camp, I feel myself sweating with excitement.

“I must say Diane, you have an excellent choice in fashion. I think you have the perfect outfit to wear for tonight’s festivities. We’re going to have lots of fun and games.”

I can’t help but wonder what kind of fun and games you have in mind. I can think of quite a few. Most, of course, involve your cock. Others, I fantasized, will further require my pussy and tits. I sit anxious for the games to begin.

“I’m glad you like my outfit,” I finally say something. “I wore it just for you.”

You smile and give me a node. “And I wore mine especially for you too.”

I feel myself smiling back; almost panting with desire. “It’s very nice too, I mean your outfit. I appreciate your outfit too.”

“Oh, you noticed,” You recognize gracefully. “I wore it just for you. Do you like my ring?”

I am confused. I thought you were naked, but apparently you wear a ring on your finger. But then I look at your fingers and see no ring.

“No, not that kind of ring,” You seem to read my mind, glancing down at your own fingers, first at one hand and then the other. “I guess you failed to notice. I was talking about my other ring, if you care to take a closer look?”

You take two steps closer and then take a glance down at your own organ. I automatically follow your eyes and see it.

“Oh my!” I gasp.

A ring of gold surrounds the base of your erect member.

“Oh my God!” I gasp in surprise at the sight of the cock- ring.

“Yes, you see it now,” You again read my mind, although I suppose that is now easy to do. “Have you ever seen a man with a cock ring before?”

“No,” I choke out an answer. “It’s very nice.”

You stand now not more than two feet away. And you stand at an angle to me, giving me a side-profile of your member and a better view of the cock-ring. It appears even bigger now. The giant has grown into a monstrosity.

“I’m glad you like it, but do you realize it is not just for ornamentation?” You speak casually. “It is not like a ring on a man’s finger. It actually serves a useful purpose. Do you know what that purpose is?”

I shake my head out of confusion. I do not know what you are talking about.

“Let me explain,” You change the tone of your voice to that of a teacher giving a lesson (a lesson in sex education). “There are two reasons for a cock-ring. The first is to trap blood in the length of the male organ, thus making it slightly longer, wider, and harder for your pleasure.”

I cringe with each word. “Longer, wider, harder,” The words echo in my mind. You member indeed takes on all three delicious properties, and it takes them on in abundance. Your cock is already magnificent, but now I look closer and see how the ring fits tightly around the base. It looks as though it even digs into the skin slightly, wanting to crush the base of your member. Clearly, its installation took place under flaccid and soft conditions. There is no way I could pull it off now, making me realize your words are true.

“Well?” You question. “Do you see how tight it fits and how it swells my member, trapping the blood in my length?”

“Oh yes,” I quickly answer with a little more enthusiasm than I want.

Thankfully, you do not seem to notice my heightened state of arousal. Or maybe you do and just ignore me.

“Go ahead and feel it for yourself,” You offer. “You don’t have to, of course, but if you want…”

My hand is already half way there. I do not consciously move it. It approaches by itself, obeying my ecstasy and not my mind. It is as though it no longer belongs to me but follows the instructions of another.

“Go ahead,” You prompt me when I stop. “I know you’re not that type of girl, but I know you want to.”

You take another step closer, and it is too late. You bring yourself to me, and it visibly flinches as the tips of my fingers rub against it. Your member moves on its own, which is erotic to watch. I cannot help but want to touch it some more.

It filches again as I rub the tips of my fingers along its long length. I start near the tip and move down to the base. It feels even longer than it looks. It is also harder. When I move back up again and touch your mushroom head, it flinches a third time and then starts to pre- cumm.

“Oh my!” I can’t help. You are obviously very horny. I realize what you said earlier was true. You really did hold out and wait for me. Your organ feels like it is desperate to be jacked-off, and I realize I am to be jacker.

“Good Diane,” You prompt me to go on. “That’s very good.”

I need no prompting. I run my fingers over the tip of your cock-head. I run them through your cream and spread it down to your shaft. As soon as I am done, it pre-cumms some more and I repeat the process.

You are incredibly hard. You have the hardest, firmest organ I have ever felt. I try to pull it down, and it hardly moves. It wants to stay ridged and hard in the fucking position. Especially exciting is your mushroom tip. It is like any other cock-head, smooth and slick with juice, but it is so swollen. The folds of skin around your mushroom head feel as though they are made out of bone. I wonder if it is you or the fault of the cock-ring.

I hear you pant with excitement and decide to concentrate on it there; on the head of your cock. The motion of my hand makes you pre-cumm some more. Each time you do so I take advantage of it. I make sure to use it to spread it down along your shaft. It takes a lot of cream to cover your extra long shaft, but you are a good creamer. You pre-cumm as though you are desperate for me to masturbate on you, and soon I do.

I take hold of your massive bulk and squeeze it. The motion makes you cry out and pre-cumm even more.

I squeeze it again, and then yet again. You reaction is less intense each time. I think about stroking it. I feel even desperate to stroke it, but then I remember something else.

“No Diane,” You react when I let go.

I move my hand down, down the length of your shaft, down to your crotch, and then down even further to your balls.

“Very nice,” My bravery increases the more I touch you. I take your balls in my hand and feel them. Even your nuts are big.

“I want what you have inside these,” I tell you, shocking myself with my own words.

“You may have it,” You respond. “You may have all I have to offer.”

And I do. I move my hand back up to your shaft and begin stroking.

“Oh yes,” You almost cry out.

It is so long. I can’t get over how long it is. I feel my hand needing to travel much further than it is accustomed it. And as I stroke, I feel it pre-cumm some more. It takes a lot of cream to cover the length of your organ, but you are up to the task. Soon, it is soaking in its own juices. I stroke on it again and again, up and down along the length of your member. I masturbate on the member I accidentally saw in the woods, wanting to see it squirt. But you do not squirt. Instead, you appear to calm down even though I continue stroking.

“There is also a second reason for a cock-ring,” You suddenly speak. “A reason I am sure you will find even more pleasurable.”

I do nothing except continue my strokes.

“For as the cock-ring prevents blood from flowing out of the male shaft,” You continue, speaking more slowly now. “It also prevents cumm from traveling into the shaft, extending the length of time the male can remain aroused.”

It takes a moment for this fact to register into my mind, but as soon as it does I immediately realize its implications.

“I am very happy and am pleasantly honored to inform you,” Your voice seems to come out of a dream. “Diane, I’m afraid you will, in fact, have a very difficult time in getting me to cumm for you tonight. It will take you considerable time and substantial effort to make me eject as long as I continue to wear this cock-ring.”

I almost fall over in the chair with the shock of your words. If not for the strong cock I hold in my hands, I might have fallen into the fire.

And then you make it even worse. “And when you do make me cumm, the spent up sperm is going to make me explode like a cannon. I hope you are well rested for tonight’s activities because I do not expect you will be getting much sleep before morning.”

* * * * *

He was right. I hardly slept at all that night, for there was a third item I would like to add to Robert’s list of reasons to enjoy a cock-ring. In addition to keeping a man stiff and making it difficult for him to eject, I presently discovered a cock-ring was very good at keeping a man hard even after I finally did get him to eject. Despite the cock-ring and the extreme difficulty it took to get him to cumm, he did so in various positions and locations three times more morning.

And by the way, he was able to fit inside me after some considerable effort. Now I can’t wait until tomorrow night when his friends plan to entertain me too.