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During the drive to David and Mary's home, Ed came to realize that,
although the immediate situation had been diffused by his apology, long
term damage had been done. Several times during the trip he attempted to
engage Arnold in conversation only to be met with responses ranging from
monosyllabic grunts to complete silence. David tried very hard not to
intervene in the situation, but soon found himself becoming increasingly
uncomfortable. He attempted to deflect Ed's interest by engaging him in
conversation on a very mundane level: Where was he from? Had he been to the
city before? How long did he plan on staying? How long had he known Arnold?
The answers to these last questions brought their own embarrassing silences
Finally David gave up and stuck a tape in the stereo. Slow,
ethereal sweeps of synthesized sound flooded the interior of the car and
the boys sighed in relief as the music brought them solace and a great
excuse not to have to communicate. David was sure he would be able to get
some idea of what had happened. But he was equally sure he would not be
able to get it until he had the two boys apart. He occasionally glanced
over at Arnold, attempting to catch his eye and discern something
non-verbally but the young man was determined to burn a hole in the
windshield with an intense glare which rivaled autism. Only the fact that
David could sense an incredible expenditure of energy in Arnold's state led
him to believe the boy had not shut down completely.
He glanced back in the mirror to see what he could read on Ed's
face. The other boy's eyes were red and his cheeks were tear-stained. No
scenario that David could put together seemed to add up to the reactions he
was observing. He would just have to wait. He decided the best action, when
they arrived at the house, would be to take Ed down to the apartment and
turn Arnold over to Mary.
The rest of the ride went quickly, now that a decision had been
made. He let the swelling sounds wash over him and hoped the mood would be
improved a bit by the time they reached their destination.
Rush hour traffic was moderate, so they arrived in fair time. It
only seemed to take years instead of decades to Ed; Arnold was not able to
discern any definite passage of time. When they came to a Ukrainian Nymphets stop in the
unattached garage behind the house, David escorted the two boys to the back
porch where Mary was waiting their arrival. The look on his face signaled
to Mary that something was amiss and with a glance he suggested that she
take Arnold inside.
"Come on, Ed. I'll show you your new digs. There's a door on the
side of the house. Here's the key."
They disappeared around the corner leaving Arnold staring
resolutely at a square inch of pavement approximately two feet in front of
Arnold's head jerked up as though someone had wacked him on the
forehead with a two by four. For just a second he could have sworn he had
heard Sam's voice. The woman in front of him met his startled gaze with a
bright, warm smile. Her light brown hair was pulled back loosely in a
ponytail and her fresh, clear face radiated a comforting energy which had
an immediate calming effect on the boy. A flood of thoughts raced madly
across his face and crowded his throat, clambering to be heard. What
finally came out was choked and emotion-packed, a single syllable
containing in its sound all the fears and hopes and ideas and thoughts and
dreams and wonderings and doubts and apprehensions and misgivings which had
been subconsciously haunting him for the past several weeks, brought to the
fore by this latest incident with Ed.
It was a question, plea, demand and curse all in one. Mary tried
very hard to find which part of it needed answering most. She pointed to
her chest, indicating her heart. "She's here, Arnold." She placed her palm
against Arnold's own heart. "She's Ukrainian Nymphets here."
Arnold shook his head and sighed heavily. That wasn't enough. He
needed her. He thought he needed her. He had lost himself and so needed
"Maybe you'd better come in and tell me what's going on
here. Something major has happened since we talked on the phone. You need
to talk about it."
She held the porch door open and Arnold moved inside, more because
there was nothing better to do rather than any need or want. The
screened-in porch held an eclectic selection of wicker furniture and a
profusion of ferns, hanging pots and wind chimes. He looked around, taking
it in, but only to note that this was yet another place where Sam was
not. A door opposite led to a small vestibule. Two doors accessed the
basement and kitchen respectively. A collection of shoes lay along the one
unused wall. Mary removed her shoes and set them amongst them. Arnold did
the same. He heard murmuring voices coming up from below and so opted for
the kitchen. Had he been in better spirits he would have been quite
impressed with his new surroundings, but, again, this was only another
place lacking the one thing he felt he needed most: Sam.
Mary tried to figure what was wrong. Not just between Arnold and
Ed, but inside Arnold himself. From the lengthy conversations she had with
Sam, she had been prepared to meet a dynamic, bright, witty, quick,
intelligent young man who possessed the ability to surmount incredible
obstacles, sense feelings and respond sensitively, a being on the verge of
bursting free from the humdrum of normal existence and traveling to a plain
higher and more incredible than most people ever have the chance to
realize. A powerful sex partner, a beautiful man, a warm, loving person.
Instead, what she saw before her was a lost, little boy, far from
home and quite alone. Alone. Of course. Whatever had happened between the
two boys had triggered a sense of abandonment. That's why the need for
Sam. Well, there was the reason. Now all she had to do was find the
cure. Unfortunately, only one person knew the answer to that. Arnold,
himself. And it wasn't what he thought he needed, either. Having Sam here
would only increase his dependence on her. He had to find his own way
"Set your bags down, Arnold. I think we need to talk."
Arnold's gaze swept over the woman as if trying to decide if she
could be trusted. He drifted slowly into inaction. Mary took the bags from
him and set them under the kitchen table. She then took his hand and led
him through the door to the dining room, then a huge living room, a front
entrance foyer and across to a small study. The room was littered with
pillows and low tables, the floor covered with tatami. Indirect lighting
swelled to a pale glow at the touch of a button just inside the door. Mary
closed the door behind her, went to the windows and closed the drapes then
aimed Arnold at a pile of pillows and small futons in the corner. He half
sat, half collapsed on a stack of down pillows covered with bleached
canvas. A small fountain in the corner of the room babbled as water ran a
course of several meters over smooth black stones. He closed his eyes and
let the sound wash through him.
He realized why he had been brought here. Mary was not going to let
him go until he had dealt with whatever was bothering him. He felt her sit
near him, but not too near. She exhaled long and hard through her nose and
then there was silence. He opened his eyes and saw her sitting in lotus
position on a large pouf across from him. She was there to wait. Forever,
if it took that long. She showed no desire to communicate with him. Only
the desire that she should stay until Arnold had worked through whatever it
was he needed to.
"What happened between you and Ed is just that. Between you and
Ed. What you need to look at right now is what's going on between you and
you. If you need to say it out loud, do so. But there's only one person who
can get to the bottom of this."
Mary exhaled with aggravation. Wrong answer, grasshopper.
Arnold tried to go back and replay his thoughts during those last
moments before David had arrived. The problem lay there. Somehow he had
come to a series of decisions which had driven him with unbelievable speed
into a deep and, seemingly, inconsolable depression. The only way he felt
able to dig himself out of it was with Sam. But she wasn't here and that
seemed to be a big chunk of the problem. She should be here. She Ukrainian Nymphets should
care enough about him that she would be here to take care of him, watch
over him. She had created this mess, had opened him up to this strange
other existence, this ultra-humanness, and then had abandoned him to his
own devices. This was her fault.
There. That was what he was feeling. Now. What was wrong with that
logic? For there was surely something horribly wrong with it. He looked at
Mary. Was she the same as Sam? Could he get from her what he was unable to
get from his absent lover?
"I need to talk to Sam."
"Go ahead. Tell me what you need to know."
This was some sort of game. He wasn't sure he knew the rules. He
wasn't even sure he wanted to play.
"Why do I feel so bad about myself?"
"I trust myself." Liar. "No I don't. Not now, anyway."
"I feel so different."
"From everyone. I am different."
Again the aggravated exhale. This time accompanied by a raised
eyebrow. Don't be an asshole, grasshopper.
"I am different."
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to ask the questions."
"Because I'm the one with the problem."
"This. . . this. . . problem. Here. Now. Look at me."
"Why?" What was the answer to that? What was the question? "Look at
me. I'm a freak."
"I'm big. I'm too big. People stare at me. They see me and
immediately want to have sex with me. I've got a penis that runs my
life. Even now, looking at you, I can feel it starting to get hard. I can't
seem to find myself. I can help others see themselves, but I can't see me."
"Is that another question?"
"You're very sexy."
"Gee, thanks. That's just what I was talking about."
"Take off your shirt. I want to see your pecs."
"You're just the same as everyone else. Is that all I am? Just a
"I've heard about your huge cock. Let me see it."
"No. No. Go to hell. Can't someone just look at me for me. Can't I
just be me without being. . . me. . . oh, I get it."
"All you have to do is say no. People see you the way you see
yourself. Something tells me you've spent the last couple of weeks doing
some pretty heavy investigating into the nature of physical human
"Yeah. Lots of it."
"And I would Ukrainian Nymphets
hazard a guess that every single person you've come in
contact with has come away pretty devastated by the experience. Yes?"
"Your modesty is endearing. But what about you?"
"I had a good time."
"But what about you?"
"What do you mean."
"I mean 'what did you get out of it?' How did it help you grow? How
are you a better person for having left this trail of sexual carnage across
half a continent?"
"I. . . I don't know."
"Did you forget about yourself?"
"I was having so much fun giving others a good time, I didn't worry
about myself. But I thought that was what Sam had wanted me to do."
"If Sam had wanted you to do anything, I imagine it would have been
to learn and grow from your experiences. But I believe, if you were to look
back at your experience with Sam, you'd find she didn't tell you to do
anything except love. And that means yourself, as well."
"I. . . I love myself."
Up went the eyebrow again.
"I did. I was very happy with the way things were going until Ed
and I had our little disagreement in front of the train station. Mary, I
almost killed him. And it was as though he wanted me to. He just stood
there and let me try to slam my fist into the side of his head. If I hadn't
veered off at the last second when he apologized, he'd be either dead or in
a coma right now. I've never been so mad at anyone in my life."
"Why was I so mad? Because he made me see myself different. For the
past eighteen years I've been nothing. Then I meet Sam and I'm
wonderful. I'm a brilliant lover, a great companion, a sensitive, caring
person. I try to take that out and share it with others. Then Ed gets all
worked up and starts yelling at me and telling me I'm a freak. That's what
he called me. It's all my fault that his simple little world is suddenly
turned upside down. I've ruined all his plans. Hah. Big plans. He wants to
come to the city, live at the "Y" and make money with his body. All of a
sudden he meets up with someone with a bigger penis than him and his world
comes crashing down around him. I tried to show him that he's a better
person than that and he gets scared and runs away, comes back, tries to run
away again and blames it on the size of my dick."
"What made him so important in his own town?"
"He had a certain notoriety due to his attributes."
"And suddenly he's not the big fish in the little pond
"Yeah. We talked about that. He was the one who said not to get
upset about size. Of course, that was before he knew how big I was. I know
why he's so upset. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he's
scared. But the things he said to me. . . it just made me start to think. I
know I'm different. I know I'm physically unusual. That doesn't bother
me. It's knowing that other people think less of me for those very
reasons. I want to love. I want to make people feel good. It's almost like
I'm driven to do that. Is that such a crime?"
"I think the end of your search is near. Study what you just said."
"I had a feeling you were going to say that. I already know the
answer to all my woes. . ."
"It's just that when you finally discover the answer, you feel like
such a jerk because it's so obvious."
Arnold turned his thoughts in on himself and reflected on the real
reasons for his actions. He had worked his body into a state that made him
very desirable. He knew from the very beginning of his odyssey into
muscular development that his increased physique would improve his ability
to attract people. Just like the guy by the pool those many years
ago. Arnold didn't just want to help people love. He wanted to help people
love him. Bingo!
"Fine. So now I feel like a jerk for being such a jerk. Now what?"
"I knew you were going to do that. I guess I'd better get
downstairs and talk things over with Ed."
"How do you know Ed wants to talk things over with you?"
"Well he. . . I mean, it was his. . . he's the one who. . . I
don't." Arnold fell back against the cushions in frustration. "I guess I'd
better just let people make up their own minds."
This time both eyebrows went up and a warm, sensual smile spread
across Mary's face. Give that grasshopper a cigar.
"Are you hungry?"
"Me, too. Sam has given quite a report on you. I must say your very
well-developed for one so young. How long have you been working out?"
"I started on my own when I was thirteen. But I didn't get any
guidance until Ukrainian Nymphets I was fifteen. From Mr. Ridell, our gym teacher."
"Yes. Sam's told me quite a bit about him as well. He seems to have
"He just let me know that I was worth something when I really had
no idea that I was."
"It's too bad you couldn't have remembered that lesson an hour
"Yeah. I guess I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. How long have
you been working out?"
"About ten years. I didn't start as early as you. I was nineteen
when I got into the scene."
"Are you still in competition?"
"David and I just picked up the regional doubles title last month."
"Congratulations. I'd like to see you two in action. From what Sam
tells me it's quite. . . er, inspiring."
"Not a soft lap in the house. Do you mind if I see your progress so
Arnold sat up and removed his shirt. He thought he would like to
have pumped up a bit before exposing himself to an expert like Mary, but
decided she should see him au natural to really assess his progress. She
studied him from the front and then asked him to stand and turn around. He
did, again remaining relaxed. She stood beside him and poked and prodded,
asking him to flex this or that muscle. He did this with pride. She seemed
to be genuinely impressed. Several times she passed comments like "Nice"
and "Very good" and "Good work." He began doing a little posing routine for
her and she stood back to Ukrainian Nymphets
watch. After a couple of poses he decided to give
her the full treatment and unzipped his pants, pulling them off his
well-muscled legs. His huge cock was barely contained by the cup of his
jockstrap. As he turned and posed his manflesh threatened to pop loose from
"You want to take that jockstrap off, or should I?"
Arnold was taken aback. Those were not the two choices he had
expected. But, she'd offered.
She moved to him and slipped her two index fingers into the
waistband. With one slow, fluid motion she slid the strap down his thick,
muscular thighs and his enormous cock fell free of its prison. He gingerly
stepped out of the jock and let her stand back to appraise his nakedness.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed. That's one hell of a
penis you've got there, buddy."
"Just woke up one morning and there it was."
"Ten points for the correct response."
Mary crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of the
sweatshirt she had on. She pulled it up over her head and let it drop to
the floor beside her.
Arnold really liked the way women bodybuilders didn't have to wear
bras. Mary's hard, firm breasts rode high on her chest. Her muscles seemed
to leap off her body.
"I'm pretty impressed, myself. You want to take those jeans off, or
"Please. I thought you'd never ask."
Arnold moved to her and undid her belt and top snap. The zipper
came down with a slowness that indicated Arnold's enjoyment of the
proceedings rather than just the end result. Mary smiled in anticipation of
what that would mean as they moved into the evening's activities. Arnold
brought himself down to a kneeling position before her, brushing the nipple
of her left breast on the way down, and then pulled the jeans down around
her ankles. Black lace panties hugged her hips and clung precariously to
her pelvis. Two index fingers under the elastic waistband and down they
came in similar fashion. His head was flooded with the smell of her sex. He
still wasn't sure where this was all leading, but he could feel a stirring
in his loins that foretold of an erection. After she stepped out of the
panties he stepped back to drink in the sight of her. She was obviously
doing the same. And if the erection of her nipples and the heaviness of her
breathing were any indication, her thoughts were probably paralleling his
Mary began a slow motion routine that took her through many of the
classic poses. Her arms, legs, abdomen, chest, back, ass, everything was so
finely developed, Arnold's eyes could rest on no individual body part. It
darted from perfect thigh to perfect deltoid to perfect lat Ukrainian Nymphets to perfect
glut. Her pubic hair had been shaved off almost entirely, and the lips of
her vagina were quite noticeable.
At one point she stopped in mid-pose and held it, just staring at
him. He realized she wanted him to take the same pose. He did. She began to
move again, slowly; he followed her lead. They turned and scrunched and
pumped and flexed in unison. She hesitated for a second and he moved off in
a different direction. She followed. Ukrainian Nymphets He hesitated and she took the
lead. They passed the ball back and forth with more and more frequency
until it was impossible for either of them to tell who was leading.
"This is how David and I develop our routines." Her voice was deep
and husky with desire.
Arnold became aware they were moving in perfect sync. Neither was
leading, neither following. He found his/her hands slowly sliding across
the surface of his/her abdominals and then up to his/her pectorals. He/She
grabbed his/her pecs and crushed them with his/her palms; fingers grabbed
both nipples and twisted them almost painfully, a grimace of pleasure/pain
erupting on his/her face. Then the hands began a slow, excruciating decent
to his/her crotch. Arnold's cock was almost fully erect. As he slid his
hands down the length of the shaft Mary spread her lips with one hand and
sought out her clitoris with the other. They began to masturbate in unison,
their breathing becoming more labored, but also in sync.
Suddenly, without cue, they both stopped. Arnold let go of his
massive erection and let it bob and weave before him. Mary moved across the
room to him and took his huge cock in her hand. She extended her other arm
over her head, then leaned back until she was arched completely over and
her hand rested on the tatami. She pulled his cock forward and aimed the
swollen head at the moist opening of her cunt. No further direction was
needed. He took the shaft in his hands and rubbed the huge head against her
vaginal lips. With one hand he sought out her clitoris and began to rub the
hard little nub with his middle finger. Mary gasped and cries of pleasure
issued from her mouth. He pressed the head of his cock against her and felt
the heat of her body pour out.
Then her cunt lips seemed to spread, she moved forward and his
enormous cock was swiftly swallowed as someone slurping up a length of
spaghetti. He was inside her and her vaginal walls were sucking and
kneading his cock. He watched as her abdominals flexed and undulated. He
tried to imagine how far inside her he was. She slowly rocked back and
forth; his cock slipped in and out of her amazing cunt. As he leaned over
and pressed his hands to her hard, firm breasts, she let out a loud cry of
desire. He then moved his hands back behind her shoulders and pulled her
into an upright position. Lifting her off the ground, he slid his hands
down to her ass, held her above his crotch and pumped his arms up and down,
raising and lowering her on his thick, hard shaft.
"Sam told me about this one. Oh, God, that feels good. Oh, you're
so big. So big. Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, don't stop. Oh, that's good. You're
so good. Kiss me. Kiss me hard."
Their lips slammed together and tongues entwined. Mary's hands flew
across his back, kneading and squeezing his muscles as they flexed and
bulged with the effort of their sex. She bore down on his cock with her
muscles and increased the pressure around him. With each downward trip the
stimulation grew, causing Arnold to repeat the cycle faster and faster
until Mary was fairly flying up and down his hot, thick shaft.
"On the floor. Put me on the floor. I want to fuck you hard and
Arnold dropped to his knees and Mary locked her legs and arms
around him. He then leaned forward and put his hands on the
floor. Stretching his legs out, he held himself in the push-up position,
Mary swinging from his torso, her hot, sucking cunt riding up and down the
gigantic pole within her. Arnold slowly lowered himself to the floor until
Mary's back touched. She let go of his back, dropped her legs, then grabbed
his huge shoulders.
"All right, stud. Give it to me hard and fast. I want to smell
A switch clicked in Arnold and his hips began to fly back and forth
with blinding speed. Mary clamped down on his cock and increased the
pressure even more. Her breasts bobbed up and down with each forward attack
and her nipples felt like they would explode. Quickly, a hot, swelling
feeling developed in her cunt as she neared the precipice of her
orgasm. The huge cock within her pressed madly against the walls of her
cunt and sent huge pulses of delicious sensation rolling through her
body. Her hips bucked and countered his thrusts, causing him to penetrate
deeper and deeper. Her arms flew around his back and raked and clawed in an
attempt to pull him to her more and more quickly. She arched her back and
gave herself to him with even more abandon and found herself thrashing back
and forth uncontrollably. She rolled over and suddenly he was beneath
her. She rocked back and forth violently on the huge shaft and then he
rolled and he was back on top. They were all over the room, their bodies
crashing and colliding into each other with furious movements. The harder
she tried to fuck him the harder he gave back in return until reality was
lost. Suddenly they were just a huge sphere of energy pulsing and
throbbing, their sex driving the universe. He screamed and she screamed and
they jammed their sex together and then there was a huge explosion and
their bodies were thrown apart by the force of it.
And then nothing.
Some time later Arnold was able to open his eyes and saw he was
lying on the opposite side of the room from Mary who was also just becoming
aware of her surroundings. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. The room
was a total disaster. Tables and tatamis were strewn everywhere. The
stuffing of several of the large cushions was hanging from the wall and
pieces of furniture. One of the drapes on the window was pulled down, the
night sky beyond. Arnold looked down at his cock. It was completely
flaccid. Usually it took a bit of time for it to revert to it's relaxed
state after sex. But this had been total and exhaustive. There was actually
no sensation of it ever having been hard. No sense that any cum had
traveled up the long shaft.
Mary was tentatively checking out her own sexual apparatus and was
just as puzzled by her discovery that she was almost completely dry. She
could not tell if she had cum or not. But there was no sensation of having
been cut off before her release. Just a strange glow in her body that spoke
of satisfaction far beyond mere orgasm. She looked at the bewildered boy
across the room from her. Sam had been right. He was new,
different. Spectacular. And she never wanted to go through that again.
"What the hell was that?"
"You're asking me? You're the one with the big cock. You tell me."
"I don't think it had anything to do with my cock, Mary. I thought
it was you."
"Well, I'm just guessing, but I think we just discovered a
substitution for nuclear fission. Christ. Look at this place."
"Did I cum?"
"Can't you tell?"
Mary ran her finger down to her vagina and tenderly explored.
"Dry as a bone. How come you're soft?"
"How come you're dry?"
They both shrugged. Arnold moved to his hands and knees and then
tried to stand but became dizzy and Ukrainian Nymphets lost his balance.
"Maybe I'll just crawl for a while."
He crept slowly over to Mary and collapsed, on his back, onto a
heap of pillows beside her. Mary rolled towards him and ran a hand across
his cheek, tracing his lips with a fingernail. Arnold smiled. The
fingernail slowly circled down around his neck and then across his pecs,
stopping to flick each of his nipples.
She continued down across his abdomen, stopping to explore his
belly button and then traced the upper reaches of his pubic hair.
"Nope. It's like there's no need for it to. I feel totally and
"Me, too. When I checked to see if you'd cum, it was as though I
was looking for something on my elbow. I hope this isn't
long-lasting. David will have a fit. Hell, I'll have a fit. I'm not even
sure I enjoyed it. It was over so quick."
"What time do you think it is?"
"I don't know, maybe seven-thirty. Eight at the latest. Why? You
got a hot date tonight?"
"Apparently not. Look out the window."
Mary followed Arnold's gaze to the window that had been exposed by
the fallen drape. Through the trees could be seen a dark sky Ukrainian Nymphets and the light
of a distant street lamp. It was very close to the first day of summer. The
longest day of the year. Sunset didn't happen until almost nine
o'clock. Complete darkness would be at least an hour later. Mary crawled,
after a similar attempt to walk, to a low table by the window. It had been
overturned as well and she dug around beneath some cushions until she found
what she was looking for. She held a small table clock up so Arnold could
see as well: 3:30.
"My how time flies when you're having fun."
"How long were we at it?"
"I don't know. It seems my cock should be a bit more tender if we'd
been fucking for eight hours."
"Maybe we were out for longer than we thought."
"No way to tell. Anything like this ever happen with you and
"He's good, honey, but no."
"Of me. I've scared a few people with this sex thing this past
week. But this time I've scared myself. I don't think we had sex. Not in
the usual way."
"One doesn't need a graduate degree to figure that out. The
question is, what did we have?"
"I think so."
"Are you tired?"
"A little woozy, but not anything like what I had expected. We were
going at it pretty hot and heavy there. I remember thinking this was like a
full-fledged workout. But my muscles are relaxed, no soreness. I just can't
seem to be able to stand up."
"Same here. It's like we had sex with our heads, not our bodies."
"Let me see your back."
Arnold turned around and Mary ran her hands over his thick muscles.
"Do you remember me digging into you?"
"Sure. That's what really drove me crazy. I love it when someone
does that. Why?"
"There isn't a scratch on your back. It's completely clear."
"No kidding. I think we've got a good one here, Arnold. I've heard
of the zip-less fuck before, but this is ridiculous. Come to think of it,
my pussy should be aching and sore from the pummeling you gave it. It's
not. It's not anything but satisfied. Just that. Totally content. You mind
if I try something?"
Mary moved to him and took his long, flaccid cock in her hands and
lifted the tip of it to her mouth. She watched Arnold's face for a
reaction. Her tongue slithered out and licked the head. Again. Again. She
took the huge head into her mouth and began to suck and lick and kiss and
bite and chew and drag her fingernails along the length of his shaft and
down to his balls which she squeezed and licked and sucked and the look of
general well-being on his face never changed. It was as though he was
watching her pet a cat.
"It's nice. But. no."
"Don't you think that after the fucking we gave each other that you
might be just a bit tender down here?"
"Sure seems that way. I should be either cringing in the corner at
just the thought of you touching me there or I should have a
eleven-and-a-half inch erection right now."
"Eleven-and-a-half? That's how long it is?"
"Yeah. A guy a couple of nights ago measured it."
"Yeah. Guy. Man. Nice cock, big muscles, tight ass."
"Well. You certainly have been expanding your boundaries. Sam said
you were a virgin when she got her hands on you couple of weeks ago."
"What made you decide to check out that side of the fence?"
"It was there."
"That's why you climb Mount Everest. Most people don't go dabbling
in such sexual variations simply because it's there."
"I'm not most people."
"Truer words were never spoken."
"What about you?"
"Me? Oh I've had my various journeys. I'm just surprised to find
you so eager, being so new."
"I have a lot of catching up to do."
"From the looks of things tonight, I'd say the rest of the human
race has the catching up. Something tells me you've gone a lot further than
the rest of us mere mortals. You think you could recreate what happened
here tonight with someone else?"
"Like David, perhaps?"
"The thought did cross my mind. I think he'll feel left out when he
finds out what happened here. If he doesn't know already. We must have made
quite a ruckus."
"I don't know, Mary. I'm not even sure, myself, what happened. And,
besides, I wouldn't be putting all the blame for this on me. You were
pretty intense, yourself. I've never felt that driven before. By the
way. Do you think you could stop licking me there? If you're not careful I
eventually will get an erection again, and then I won't be held
Mary realized she had continued to manipulate Arnold's cock through
the ensuing conversation. It was as though she were being drawn to his
sexual energy. This could be interesting, or awkward in public
situations. She'd have to keep an eye on this.
"Sorry. This's one beautiful cock. Not too often you run across one
as amazing as this."
"Only when I leave it laying in the middle of the road."
"Ouch. Don't you hate that when it happens?"
"I hate that when it happens."
They both laughed and Mary rolled over to rest her head in Arnold's
lap. He ran his hand through her hair and then down her cheek and to her
lips. She raised herself up and drew his head down to her. Their lips met
in a soft, tender, sharing kind of kiss. They parted and then kissed again,
pressing their lips together, opening themselves to the explorations of
their tongues. Harder and Ukrainian Nymphets harder they dove into each other and, as Arnold
lay back on the pile of cushions and pillows, Mary rolled over onto him and
they embraced and kissed each others face and neck.
The dizziness which had kept them from standing before seemed to be
dissipating, and with it the sense of satisfied euphoria. In its place grew
a keen desire to share each other's body once again. Mary found herself
scissoring her legs, enjoying the stimulation of her clitoris and
vagina. She pulled herself on top of Arnold and felt his massive Ukrainian Nymphets shaft
thicken and harden beneath her. They began to slowly grind their pelvises
together and soon had reached a state of intense arousal.
Mary lifted herself up and straddled his chest. She reached behind
her and took his thick cock in her hand. Raising herself off him and aiming
the huge cock at the opening of her now wet vagina she looked him straight
in the eye and said, "Let's take this one nice and slow. Whaddya say, huh?"
She lowered herself onto his shaft and took him as deep as she
could. He lay there drinking in the gorgeous body above him. Reaching up,
he spread his hands over her breasts and pressed into them, kneading and
stimulating the nipples. Long, low "mmmmmmmm's" rolled from her throat and
she lay down on his chest, flicking and teasing his own nipples to a state
of delicious erectness. Gently rocking back and forth, back and forth, in
that way bringing them both to a slow, peaceful orgasm which rumbled
through their bodies like distant thunder, flowing like hot oil.
When they had cum, they slept -- his thick cock held deep, very
deep, within her.
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