MOUNTAIN ENCOUNTER
Tom and I had always enjoyed walking in the mountains near home, and had met during such a trip. My sister was minding the kids for a few days during the school holidays, so we picked a medium/ hard track in an area which we were told had beautiful mountain scenery, and would come back to a motel nearby for a night by ourselves. The morning was magnificent as we headed off with lunch, water and cameras in day packs.
We had a pretty normal marriage; we enjoyed each others company, doing things together, and had two young kids whom we loved. We had a good social life, and were both conscious of staying trim to enjoy the outdoor life. Tom was tallish, well built, easy going but a little impatient sometimes, laughably in contrast with my diminutive five foot, blonde, and slim build. Friends sometimes commented on the difference, and jokingly asked who was on top in bed. Although we seemed to have a good sex life, it was fairly unadventurous, and had taken a back step as the responsibilities of ****** became more demanding. Also, I occasionally pondered, Tom's impetuous nature led us to situations in bed where he had got way ahead of me, and often lately I was left unsatisfied when he rolled off and went to sleep. It usually didn't worry me, as I enjoyed our successful encounters, but I secretly longed for the extended sessions some of my friends had described in a little too much detail, with their husbands or lovers.
After lunch and on a path longer than we anticipated, we started the loop which would take us back. Surprised to see a helicopter hovering nearby, we decided to investigate. It turned out that a climber had been injured, and the crew were having trouble getting him off a rock shelf. Even with Tom's help it took several hours to get him down. They thanked us, and we set off, aware now of being behind schedule.All would have been well had I had not lost the map, and had we not ventured so far from the track during the rescue. By the time we found the path again, a steady drizzle had set in, drenching us, and in fading light we were glad to see a climber's shack ahead of us. Stumbling in, we were dismayed to see that although there were a couple of basic beds, one double, there was only one blanket, and only a few sticks of firewood.
Our melancholy thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a climber, mumbling about the weather. As he entered I was momentarily shocked by the enormity of his body, which seemed to fill the doorway. We had few black friends, none of whom were male, and I was a bit unnerved by his immense presence. Dropping his rucksack, he asked ?Why the glum faces??
After introductions and exchange of a few stories, our thoughts turned to the inadequacies of our accommodation. Dick headed out for fire wood, but returned somewhat despondent, saying what little was out there was too wet.
Brightening, he asked; Have you guys eaten? By then I was so hungry I felt I could bite the bum off a low flying duck, so we were really thankful to accept a share from his pack. Having eaten surprisingly well, he produced a swig of brandy which he assured us would help to warm the cockles. Wrapped in the blanket, and sitting as close to the fire as possible, we found Dick good company, swapping outdoor stories to distract us from our problems. When the fire was all but gone, we took a closer look at the beds.
It was now freezing outside, and as the fire died the temperature inside dropped rapidly. I was thankful for the near darkness as we climbed out of our all weathers, leaving just our nearly dry underwear. As I made for the bed, I noticed Dick, our new friend, admiring my scantily dressed form with eyes that slowly and systematically removed what little was on it. My body had always attracted a fair bit of attention from the opposite sex, and I didn't always try to hide it too much, enjoying the attention. Besides, I rationalized, a quick look was little enough reward for his generosity and friendliness.
It soon became apparent that Tom and I would not be nearly warm enough with one meager blanket, and Dick, reading our thoughts a touch too quickly for comfort, suggested that difficult situations might require hard solutions, so that we would all have to share the blanket and his sleeping bag. Besides, he observed probably with a twinge of satisfaction, we would have the advantage of body warmth. We knew he was right, so I quickly moved to put Tom in the middle; he would be the one to sleep beside a strange man!
We spooned together, but when D climbed in behind Tom, it was tighter than we thought, and I was almost pushed off my side. The togetherness was good for warmth, however, and Dick tried to make light of the situation by saying that it was alright if Tom snuggled up to him during the night, but that he was not allowed to kiss him. We all laughed when Tom replied that his plans for the night did not include Dick, and the tension of the situation was somewhat defused. Thus encouraged, the guys swapped a few more risqu? remarks.
After 20 minutes I was still cold, and Tom didn't help by saying that with hot bods on both sides, he was fine. So when he suggested we change places, I had no choice but to overcome my reluctance to sleeping beside this big stranger. It was much warmer, I had to admit, but I felt incredibly small locked between two big men. Dick saw my discomfort, and tried to defuse the situation, commenting that if he had known that he would be sleeping with a beautiful woman tonight, he would have packed his after shave. He would try not to get up to any mischief, at least while he was awake. We laughed, but while I comforted myself with Tom's presence, I hoped I wouldn't inadvertently snuggle up to the wrong guy in my sleep.
We were fairly beat, but it was difficult to relax with this strange body behind me, especially one this large and black. His overpowering presence reminded me of my fantasies of domination I occasionally used while masturbating when Tom was not there or when I hadn't got off during sex. I couldn't help but remember pictures I had seen of large black men and equally gigantic black cocks, and comments such as ?When you go black?..?. It both awed and excited me to think that he could easily have overpower us both, and that I would be defenseless against him. Images which were definitely pornographic crept into my mind, and I felt a mixture of guilt and exhilaration as I battled to subdue them. None of this was made better by the twinge of excitement creeping over me, a secret feeling I both savored and regretted. While I had always tried to suppress these fantasies, they always led to great orgasms, so this real life situation was really disconcerting.
We settled, and all seemed well except that I could feel his arm against my backside. No big deal, I thought, and decided to ignore it until, when I moved slightly to get comfortable, it throbbed. In a moment of shock I realized it must be his penis, and that it must be erect. Stunned, I tried to press closer to Tom, but the movement only caused it to throb more. I couldn't break the contact, and to my consternation the fantasies re-emerged as I wondered how I could confuse an arm with an erection. ?Bloody men, I thought, they can't help themselves, knowing that it could simply be a natural reaction to having my bum in his lap, rather than intention to perform immediate **** and pillage. My mind raced as I considered my options. If I ignored it, would it go away? It didn't, and nor did the occasional throb, which to me felt so big I thought Tom would feel it too.
D's voice broke my train of thought, saying ?Sorry guys, no man could lie here beside your beautiful wife without having a little bit of a growth spurt.?
T; What do you mean?
D; Well mate, Rambo has a mind of his own sometimes, and has poked his head up to see what's going on. Can't be as tired as me yet.
After a moment of silence Tom replied ?Yeah, I know what you mean (bastard, running with the enemy), as long as he just looks. And then; Hope he doesn't give her too hard a time. We laughed again at his inadvertent pun, glad to further ease the tension.
T; ?It could be worse; what if we had four in this bloody bed?? and I surprised myself by quipping ?Well, this thing feels big enough to be a fourth person against my backside?; strained giggles, and a pause.
T; Chris is a bit prone to exaggerating. Cant be that big? Sleep had been forgotten for the moment.
I've never been much good on weights and measures, but I knew it felt bloody enormous in my back.
D; ?Well, possibly a bit bigger than average, accord to my mother.
T; (fantasies starting too?); Neither my mum or my wife ever commented about mine, so what did your mother call big?
D; Well, the last time I went to the child health care center where they measure your growth, the nurse recorded five inches. Me, being smart; Sure she didn't mean meant five foot? D continued ?But that was when I was five; its may have grown since then.?
Me; ?Does he always get between you and your friends like this??, to which he bantered; ?Not that often, but he does like to take a look when he thinks there are any nice girls around. You ladies don't appreciate how often we guys have to wait at restaurant tables for him to lie down.
T; Yeah, I know!; Scared you'll flip the table over? ?You hear the joke about the guy who fainted from loss of blood to his brain whenever he had an erection??
D had heard it, but I hadn't, and before I got the typically male joke, D replied ?Yes, but the real problem is that ladies often faint when he winks at them!
None of this seemed to have helped with my guilty thoughts, and I wanted to drop the topic.
To my dismay, however, T persisted; You're not telling us its as big as the ones in those porn movies?
D; Not into that stuff, but he was offered a job in Hollywood during college holidays. Decided instead to take a job in a nursing home where most of the patients can't see too well and so don't get frightened by monsters. I jabbed Tom to stop, but could tell his imagination was in full flight. He had bought me a rather large black dildo early in our marriage, but I was always too embarrassed to play with it in front of him, saying his was all I needed. The reality was that he often finished and slipped out before I had reached a climax, so I sometimes masturbated when he left. The black dildo was a favorite fantasy on these occasions, as it was bigger than Tom's, and really seemed to fill me up. I had to be pretty turned on to be comfortable with it.
While size didn't seem like a critical issue to me, I did love the feeling I could get as it touched places T could never seem to, and it had helped me discover my G spot, and those incredible orgasms it could give me. In fact I had sometimes found myself lying on the bed when T wasn't there, fantasizing and discovering I was multi orgasmic. Of course I had no means of comparison with sizes. It now appeared that some were indeed a lot bigger, but I couldn't imagine how anyone, let alone someone as small as I, could take one as big as this thing prodding my bum felt without pain, or getting ruined down there.
Tom was not to be denied, and charged on; ?About 10 inches then!?? I was starting to get a bit testy by now, so said to him; ?Why don't you check for yourself, and get it over with??
After a pause, D said; ?I'd normally say that's for ladies only, but if you promise to be quick! I think C wants to go to sleep.? I did, but wasn't about to doze off at this point.
For a moment I thought I'd called Tom's bluff, but he rolled towards me as much as possible, increasing the pressure between my back and Dick's dick (ha!), and reached over me. His hand hit the jackpot, (how could he miss?), and went first to its base, which was at the top of my legs, then slowly to the knob, half way up my back.
Holy shit!; he mumbled, and I felt his hand start back down again. You should feel this thing!?
?Do you think I can't?? I said.
?No I mean really, with your hand. You could have used this as a battering ram in olden days.?
D said ?Times up, trespassers will be prosecuted!?, and Tom, rather reluctantly I thought, withdrew his hand.
D joked; ?You're not telling me that there are some smaller than that around, are you? What would you use to swat flies??
T; More like for killing a moose! Chris, you might never get a chance like this again, its not going to bite you!
Me; You sure? Anyway, I suppose there'd be worse things could happen to me than getting bitten by it.
D; ?Well, I'd much rather it be you than him, so while it seems to be on general display I'd be honored to get your assessment. I probably would've been too embarrassed, but he took my hand and guided it to where Tom's had been a moment ago. I was shocked, assuming I had his arm, but when it pulsed I knew it was an erection larger than anything I had imagined. I was stunned, convinced it must be a foot long. My fingers on the shaft didn't reach around. He had taken his hand away, and I could have withdrawn mine, but I was too embarrassed to cause any fuss. Or more curious?
T again; Is that big? Yes, I said, I suppose so. But it seems I have no experience with big ones!; and to hide my embarrassment, ?You told me yours was the world's largest? They laughed, as my hand adopted a mind of its own, shifting slightly to feel the warmth, size and hardness of his erection, which throbbed with every movement. D; ?With all due respect, Tom, he tells me that her hand feels much better than yours, so we certainly won't press assault charges! The explorer was too mesmerized to stop.
Tom wouldn't let go, asking questions that refocussed my mind; ?How do you manage with ladies? I mean, they wouldn't be able?.. um?.?
D; ?Well, usually not a problem?. Pause; as both our minds tried to get around this revelation, and my hand moved around to confirm it was real and to see if there really was an end to it.
D; ?Look guys, I've had lots of lady friends, and never met one who didn't want desert after the main course; Besides, it's fully warranted to give long service, customer satisfaction, and to be environmentally safe. Meanwhile my hand was exploring new territory, seeming never to reach the end; I was having trouble marrying the size of this thing in my hand against his assertion that many (surely not all, including me), could take this monster inside them without damage. Fantasy and fact were blurring together.
Tom had had time to reflect; There's no way that someone as small as Chris could take that thing!?
D; Well, one clause in the user's manual is that his lady friend has to be really relaxed for maximum enjoyment. Then as I say ?No complaints, many returns.?? By now my hand had settled comfortably on him, not even realizing it was not still trapped there, as my mind wandered and wondered what this thing looked like; it felt much bigger than my black dildo, which I was sure was my limit. How a woman could take it, let alone enjoy it? I was now aware of his giant hand resting gently on my hip. But it didn't seem appropriate to complain, considering where mine was. Anyway, it felt comfortable and intimate, which was OK considering our cozy arrangement.
Much to my relief, the topic of conversation changed, and I felt strangely at ease when the hand brushed slowly upward along my side and stomach, almost avoiding my breast, to touch my neck and shoulder, as if to find a more comfortable position. Tom must have felt it too, and saying nothing, took my other hand in his, holding it firmly as if to offer reassurance. It was the most bizarre and exciting situation of my relatively inexperienced sex life, and I couldn't imagine how I could feel so contented and alive.
Here I was sandwiched between two men, one my husband, the other a near stranger with an impossible erection. I was nearly naked, with my hand resting contentedly on a dick bigger than any I imagined existed until half an hour ago. On top of that, I had talked more about sex with a total stranger than even with my husband until now. I was living out a fantasy in a way I had never dared hope for; with the comfort and safety of my husband's presence, and his apparent approval.
This total stranger was stroking me gently but expertly, now sending jolts of excitement through me, touching me in new and unpredictable ways, while my husband's grip told me he wanted me to enjoy the moment. I was able to enjoy the attentions of a new and incredibly exciting lover, one who obviously lusted after me and wanted to have me, without feelings of guilt or shame. My mood had switched from rationalizing that the pleasure he seemed to get from touching me was little compensation for his earlier generosity, to an irrational need to be touched with or against my will. I relaxed and surprised myself by deciding to let the mood roll over me. An amazing day all round.
?Cathy, you're so petite!? D grumbled as if in a trance, the deep vibrations from his chest pulsing right through me, adding further to my excitement. He stroked me lovingly from ear to shoulder, then placed a light kiss on my neck. The gentleness surprised me, and when the lips traced a path across my now super sensitive skin, I was lost in emotion. It was a so good, and I didn't want to stop; an escape from the world, but with the safety of having Tom here. I loved the patience and skill with which he caressed me, and was happy to receive this gift for as long as it would last. I felt my breath quicken as my excitement bloomed, and Tom squeezed my hand again, as if to say ?enjoy yourself, my darling wife.? I thanked him silently, squeezing back. Dick's hand wandered more, stopping to lightly caress my shoulder, arm, flank and then dipping to my stomach, never moving quickly or aggressively. My excitement continued to ramp up, ever more intense, as I enjoyed the anticipation of being touched in new places. The fingers touched bare skin under my singlet, and then moved to my breasts. By the time they got to my nipples, they were already hardening, wanting to be loved. His desire inflamed me; his deepened breathing reminding me of his intense need for me, and my nipples came to full hardness and sensitivity under his fingers. My breathing became erratic as the sensation mounted, and I no longer tried to keep from Tom my sighs of appreciation as my lover expertly manipulated my body. Tom had never been this patient or thorough, and the feeling was exquisite.
My body and mind responded to his lovemaking as at no time I could remember, and when the fingers found my pubic mound I was ready for that too, and separated my legs as best I could, rolling back against him. He touched me thru the panties, and while I wished they were not there, I also knew that this was almost as far as the game could go.
The fingers soon dipped under the cloth, and feeling the dampness that was already there, were able to move between my lips easily, exciting me more. I had never felt such pure desire in my life, and eagerly anticipated penetration. We had always used lubrication, as I was never wet enough, so I was surprised when his fingers easily and smoothly dipped into me, caressed the lips, and finally finding the clit. I groaned in need and lust. My contentedness had moved to undeniable excitement, and now to a rampant lust, a vastly new experience to me, making me forget my shyness as my desire overtook me. My hips had a mind of their own, and were undulating against his touch in a clear demand to be made love to, and I desperately wanted to fuck; Tom, or anyone for that matter.
So this is what it is like to be seduced, and I wanted it to continue, but knew it must end. When his finger entered me, it felt as big as T's penis, and much better at finding the most sensitive inner parts, further inflaming me. When a second entered, I was already approaching orgasm, and when it flowed over me, unstoppable and shattering, I wanted the feeling to continue forever. In my new found passion I dearly wanted to kiss my lover, to hold him to me in every way. The position we were in made that hard, and in my impatience I grabbed Tom, kissing him passionately, and crying how much I loved him. He returned the kiss, but I think he knew that in my lust, my body and mind belonged to my lover.
When Dick said ?Tom, do you think C is relaxed enough now to try what's in her hand?. I knew that above all else, I wanted my lover inside my body, to love him as I had never loved before. But I also knew with disappointment that it was not possible. When he continued ?I understand if you say no, so if you two want to be alone, I'll go for a walk?, I whispered ?No!?, and squeezed Tom's hand desperately. Tom replied ?If it wasn't so bloody cold, I'd go.
D; ?Stay with her Tom, and enjoy it with us; you could lend us a hand, as it were. I didn't know, until Tom guided my other hand onto his own penis, now fully erect, how much the situation had turned him on too. He whispered ?Save some for me!? It flashed through my mind that I now had an erect penis in both hands, and reveled in their need for me.
I don't think either of us believed that the giant black penis we had only felt could possibly enter me, but I irrationally looked forward to it trying, to feel its desperate drive to fill me and conquer me, so close was I to another orgasm. I knew they would not let me be hurt.
With that, I felt him draw back enough to put his penis between the top of my legs, and slowly push thru using small thrusts, rubbing my vagina and clit, exciting me more as it went, and coming out in front of me. It seemed never-ending , as it slid through my hand. Soon there was more than Tom's whole penis in front of me, as if I had a penis myself, and I brought my hand to it from the front of me now, marveling again at its size and shape, automatically pushing down on it with my hips. Tom felt it too, sensed that I did not now what to do now, and covered my hand with his. Together we slid the object of my passion onto my vulva and clit, causing a jolt of excitement, and soon I came again.
Tom continued to press the shaft against my still convulsing slit, and I had never been so lost in lust before; I just wanted to get fucked, and the size of his cock seemed less important. By now I was furiously masturbating myself with this giant dildo, building to orgasm again, and when Dick withdrew enough to bring the head of his penis to my hungry opening, Tom hardly needed to help further. I desperately pressed the head harder against my rampant slot, while Dick thrust gently from behind. It felt like a baseball bat between my legs, but the sensation was exquisite as my lips parted in lustful invitation. I could have been embarrassed at being so wet, open and ready, but the intensity of the unconditional surrender of my body and soul overcame all other thoughts.
Suddenly the knob separated the yearning lips, surprising me and thrilling me at the same time. It was in, and I was still alive! The sensations of fullness and stretching, though slightly uncomfortable, were both hugely welcome and stimulating. The feeling of invasion by my lover, and my giving of everything to him brought me to the edge again, and I called his name in passion. He waited patiently for me to come down, then continued to caress my body from thighs to neck. I writhed in animal lust, kissing him without restraint, while the movements of my hips against the pressure of his penis caused it to part my vaginal walls slowly but surely, until I was sure it had almost reached my chest. Again he slowed, hands still gently massaging my clit and breasts, and he said ?You didn't believe me, did you??
Assuming it was all in, I said with a feeling of satisfaction, love, and total fullness; I don't know how I did it, but I can still talk! But only just. T; That must be some dick to stop a woman talking! Any smugness I had was destroyed when Tom told me that it was only about half way in, and Dick teased me by saying ?You'll know when its in, You won't be able to talk or swallow; and then more lovingly ?I told the truth about it not hurting, didn't I?
T; God, Cath, how does it feel? As if he didn't know from my grunting, bucking and moaning. When I didn't reply, Dick wiggled his hips, which sent a jolt of passion thru me, and said he'd pull it out if I didn't answer Tom. I came down off cloud nine long enough to say? I feel like its past my naval already?. We laughed at the light side of the situation, and Dick asked ?Let's check; we have time! Tom, put your fingers on her stomach above the pubic bone.?
He felt around, and commented with surprise ?I can feel it poking out, unless you are pregnant with a telephone pole! I had visions of this giant hard monster, half as big as my pelvis, poking through from behind and pushing my navel right out. As Tom felt its hardness, I could feel where his fingers massaged the head through my skin, and Dick said he could feel the pressure and movement. We were all a little amazed by this revelation, and were silent in contemplation for a moment. ?Tom, I said, It feels so good; I love you.
While we were talking, D had slowed his progress. My awareness of the conversation vanished as he resumed his slow thrusting, and my whole pelvis went into overdrive again. My hips pushed desperately back at him, encouraging , enabling him to penetrate further. The feeling of fullness I could never have imagined had become my immediate life, and I reveled in my lovers complete domination of my body.
But Dick continued ?Tom, you must know how good this feels to be making love to such a beautiful woman, to be buried in her, even if not completely yet.? ?Yet?,? I asked. ?I mightn't even let you. He gave another twitch of his penis, and I said on second thoughts, maybe I will, if it will fit. I noticed Ts hand had gone from where D and I were joined, and I had sudden suspicion that he was enjoying this almost as much as were we were. I reached over him and found he had a really hard erection, and his hand was stroking it. It was my turn to offer comfort by squeezing his hand. He's being naughty, Dick! Tom was too far gone to be embarrassed, and I kissed him encouragingly, moving our fingers along his shaft. He lasted only seconds, hips and hands beating the rhythm of orgasm I teased him with my fingers for being such a pop off.
When he recovered and said ?Well, smarty, can you do any better than half way?? By now the discomfort had all but passed, and I pushed back against D experimentally. He pushed too, and continued with small strokes, first in a bit, then back out to spread my lubrication, and then further in. Tom's hand came back to my stomach, keeping track of the penetration, and after some minutes, Dick said,? I'd love to have a really big one, but that's all I can manage. Congratulations!?
I felt stuffed in the nicest way, more full than uncomfortable, and T marveled that it seemed to go past my navel. Dick commented that Tom's groping felt good, and that the feeling of being in me to the hilt was the best.
Again I reflected on how I had come to be in bed with my husband and a lover who was buried deep inside me, and talking as if we were playing quoits. I knew I was randier than I had ever been in my life, made worse by Dick's caressing of every part of my body. I could feel Tom's penis softening in my hand, and said ?Poor old Tarzan is the only one to have missed out so far!
Well, said D, in a situation like this I would normally want to continue to make love to my lady. Would that be unreasonable under the circumstances??, knowing full well that we were too far gone to refuse.
Embarrassment seemed absurd now, so I volunteered that in my experience, whenever I had a gentleman's erection nudging my navel from the inside, and it felt as good as this one did, I would normally suggest he continues, again if my husband didn't mind? And I gave Tom's dick another squeeze. Tom, in the spirit of things; Normally, when a gentleman is in my wife up to the hilt, and she asks nicely to let him fuck her stupid, all I can say is please don't break it, so its not spoiled for me?!
I reflected I wasn't sure it wouldn't be broken, and that it may never come back to shape again, but that he would be remembered in my will. The only question, I thought, was whether I would die from being split open, or from heart attack by orgasm?
Determined to find out, I pushed back at Dick with my bum, and said ?Have your wicked way with me!? He started small thrusts, playing with my clit as he did. I had previously located my G spot during masturbation, in those times when Tom had left me unsatisfied. The first G orgasm I had scared me in its intensity, and I realized that it would never happen during sex with Tom because he was hardly long enough to reach it rear entry. Normal missionary didn't give me the pressure I needed. Now each thrust hit the spot, sending a jolt thru my body, and Tom turned to see the passion in my face. I was groaning and pushing back at him, desperate to achieve the release which was coming fast. I could not believe the carnality radiating from my whole abdomen, and knew I never wanted it to end.
The thrusts were now longer, filling me, out of control, and then an avalanche of feeling overtook my whole body causing me to shudder and moan, making me wonder if I ever had ever had a real orgasm before with Tom. The intensity was so great I thought I had lost control of my mind and body.
He slowed, and Tom squeezed my hand again, but I couldn't respond, as Dick didn't completely stop, and I was already heading for another gut wrenching cum. I may have fainted, but when I came to, he was still in me, the thrusts now more urgent, and I felt his orgasm start, could actually feel the spurts of semen into me, and another orgasm overtook me. It was the most powerful sensation of my life, better even than those previous, knowing that he had the ultimate mastery of my body and soul; unimaginable satisfaction but wanting more.
The concept that I could be multi orgasmic during sex had never occurred to me before, but now I wanted it to continue forever.
We lay for some time, our breathing gradually returning to normal. My body had feelings of happiness, love, satiation and fullness; the feeling of fullness? It was then I realized that the fullness had not gone away, so I moved a little with hips, and realized not only was I overflowing, but that he was still hard. Dick must have noticed my surprise, and said; He's so happy to be there, and doesn't want you to leave.
Me; But.. You had one, didn't you?. Yes. He had come, and with Tom I was used to his erection immediately shrinking, and his penis popping out. End of game. I had already come more times than I could count, and yet he was still there. His sperm was leaking out around his penis, and when he gave a small thrust in me again, I was instantly lusting for more. ?I don't think the lady's finished yet, do you Tom?? he asked, and started a slow circular motion, which had me begging him to fuck me forever. It seemed like he did, and I discovered that I was truly multi orgasmic, my body wracked at least ten times before he filled me again. Again we lay for a while recovering. His erection was softer now, but still as big as my arm, and I could have stayed there with him in me for the rest of the night.
After a while I remembered Tom, and our promise to save some for him. Past experience told me that it was pretty unlikely that he would be capable of seconds this soon after his earlier effort, so I was surprised when my hand found him hard again. I hadn't realized how turned on this situation had made him. The last thing I wanted was to be separated from my new lover, but said to him quietly; Tom? He understood and withdrew as reluctantly as I was to let him go. I almost cried to feel him pull out of me, but Tom was already turning around, climbing on top of me as I settled on my back. It was the strangest situation, as I could hardly feel him enter, so stuffed, open and wet was I now. This was another first for the day, as Tom lasted longer than usual before he came with a groan and rolled off. I had felt almost nothing, but didn't care, as I was more satisfied than ever before in my life. After Tom had collapsed back on his side, I turned back to meet Dicks light kiss on my temple. As our lips became hungrier, his hands began to move on me, and I felt his giant penis pressing against my hip, then jumping up onto my stomach, and extending across it. Reaching down feeling its size and weight with almost a much surprise as before, shocked to think it could rise again so soon.
I was instantly aroused by my lover's renewed need for me, already impatient to have him fill me anew. He easily lifted me over him, my breasts now on his chest, his erection pressing into my stomach, throbbing. This position, face to face, was more intimate than before, and we kissed with passion, tongues, hips, and breasts grinding against his big, hard form, nipples fully erect, lusting for my black lover to fill me again.
I was momentarily distraught when he lifted and pulled me upwards, our lips parting. The feeling of his lips on my breasts more than made amends, and the jolt of pleasure as I thrust against his hardness pushed me over the edge. The intensity was immense, but I had little time to settle, as my pubic bone dropped over end of his erection, the knob now pressing urgently at my entrance. When he whispered; Permission to enter?, I pushed back desperately in reply. The head pressed briefly at my willing entrance, then slipped in; the feeling of being filled and fucked, my vaginal walls parting faster this time as we worked in unison to the same end; pub bones meeting, and a few bumps and off into an almost continuous orgasm; surely this must be a world record for intensity and endurance; I couldn't believe that my body had been snatched from me like this, and I didn't care as long as the fullness and the loving continued forever. Our passion mounted until again he filled me, and I cried out from my mantel of lust for him to come in me. I was sure I loved him at that moment, and I collapsed on him with a mixture of love, satiation, and exhaustion, my world now only his possession of my body and soul.
We slept, but I awoke early to hear Dick ask Tom if it was OK to have one last session before we parted, if Chris wanted, of course. I didn't hear the reply, and he didn't need to ask me, so desperate was I to have him back inside me.
I felt as if he had put a baseball bat into me, knocked me out with it, and filled me with a quart of KY jelly. I opened my eyes, and Tom said; I knew you wouldn't mind making our saviour happy, as you seemed to find it bearable before.
No I said, it was awful, but I suppose if I have to, smiling sleepily. The things I do for you!
He took the time again to make sure I was ready, but it wasn't necessary; I was more than ready, opening my legs as wide as possible, in complete and sweet surrender, to welcome my lover between them, to draw him in; anticipating the entry, the thrust, the filling, my eagerness to have him on me, against me, in me, and loving me.
Without breaking our kiss, he accepted my frantic offer by mounting me, and I felt the object of my desire bumping my thighs. As if in a dream, I realized Tom was beside us, and I appealed to him with what little humor I had left; Help, Tom, he's trying to **** me; do something. He did; his hand went to Dicks cock, guiding it toward its intended target. I felt the head bump against my vagina, surprising me again with its weight and size, and almost cried with relief as the it pressed against the waiting lips.
I was still soaking wet with sperm from the previous flooding, and he entered easily, and with a few steady thrusts, helped by my own, hit bottom in no time. The feeling of complete fullness returned, and seemed even more complete in this position.
Reveling in the intimacy and feeling of complete surrender of the missionary position, I spread my legs fully, and clamped them behind his back, to draw him in fully. The feeling of vulnerability, the joy of giving myself as a woman, the greater penetration than even before; all were a joy to me. But he seemed to meet resistance further in. He prodded gently for a while, saying we need to find the right spot, when suddenly it slipped right in, in one stroke. Our pubes ground together, and the feeling was even better; fuller than before, and I made gurgling noises. I was in 7th heaven, lusting as never before, wanting to be fucked forever.
Tom saw the rapture in my face, and kissed me to tell me to go for it. My legs tightly gripped Dick, my arms around his shoulders, pulling him to me, and we kissed passionately. At that moment we were the most committed of lovers, oblivious of the rest of the world. I begged him to fuck me. He played my body expertly with each deep thrust, finding the spot in there where he could reach full penetration., and my orgasms came one after the other, seeming to last for minutes each.
We fucked like we were the last people on earth, and finally collapsed an hour later, exhausted. This time I forgot about Tom, and was content to fall asleep with Dick on me and in me, and we woke up later that way. It was now mid morning, and Tom had lit the fire with some wood he had found, and was waiting for us to stir.
We had breakfast, again from Dick's pack, but nobody made a move to leave. Tom asked Dick what he would do today, and he said well I can't continue the climb I planned, as there wont be enough food left. Tom apologized for that, and said I suppose we could stay at the hut for another night, but I'm worried you have a gun in your pocket. I couldn't see Dick's lap from where I was sitting, so looked around the table to see what he was talking about. It was obvious that Dick had an erect again (or still), and that it had reached up under his belt. ?It really is a nuisance sometimes, as there is not enough room in there!?
This was the closest I had come to seeing the instrument of my seduction, although I had felt it all night, and when Tom suggested that I help him release the pressure, I was only too happy to undo the belt and draw it into my hands. Tom and I were transfixed; it was simply enormous, and pitch black. I couldn't get my hands around it, but kneeled to hold it better and to take his enormous balls in one hand. No wonder I had been flooded out last night; these must hold gallons.
I could see Tom was fascinated by the sight of me trying to hold this thing, and the contrast between our colours and size. I felt truly powerless in front of him, and overcome by the need to please him. I could see he enjoyed my hands on his cock, and he sighed in appreciation. I glanced at Tom, who nodded imperceptibly to me, and so I pulled Dick's pants and jocks right to the floor, and shocked myself by kissing the monster in front of me. D took my head in his hands, and brought my mouth to the head, but while I could lick it, only the head would fit in my mouth. As I did this he gently undid my top, and it joined the clothing on the floor. My bra followed.
He caressed my back, neck, and then my breasts. With the sight of my beloved penis before me, and his touch, my nipples became hard in an instant. I stood, and he removed my pants and panties, while I undid his shirt. We were both ready, and desperately wanting to join again.
He lay me down on the bed, my legs spread, vagina already wet with anticipation. He had signaled to Tom to join us, so he gladly dropped his pants, exposing his erection, and sat beside us. To Tom's great delight, Dick signaled me by making a big ?O? with his mouth to give him a blow job. I had never done it before, but could hardly refuse, and could see the look of anticipation on his face. I sucked him in, doing the best I could for an amateur. He lasted longer this time, but came with a bellow, and flopped back on the bed.
In the meantime, D had moved between my legs, and was kissing and licking my vagina and clit. I don't think I could have lasted more than a few seconds before the first orgasm hit me, and he kept me in a state of rolling orgasms for half an hour. He owned my body, and could have demanded anything from me at the time, including my marriage. But he didn't. He raised up, and I reveled in the feeling of pressure on my entrance, the parting of the lips as the head found the spot, and the relief as the head popped in, and the tightness as he increased penetration carefully. Fuck me I breathed, and tried to pull him into me harder, but he took his time, saying;? Plenty of time, don't rush.? My lips found his, tongues met, and we kissed passionately, while he pushed all the way in. He was right, we had time, and we fucked for hours, stopping once to let T have his last hurrah before lunch, then back at it again. It seemed I would never want him to leave me.
There was a bit more sleep that night, as we had screwed ourselves to a standstill. I was distraught as he packed and walked off down the track, not sure if I could live without him, but thankful for the experience.
Our sex life was better after that, Tom having learned what he was not giving me, and now being a more thoughtful lover; but I longed for the fullness.
On my next birthday, Tom announced we were to have dinner with some friends. Leave the next day free, as we might do something with them. Sitting in the restaurant when we arrived was Dick. It was all I could do not to cry, and I kissed Tom for the best birthday present I could imagine.
Tom and I had always enjoyed walking in the mountains near home, and had met during such a trip. My sister was minding the kids for a few days during the school holidays, so we picked a medium/ hard track in an area which we were told had beautiful mountain scenery, and would come back to a motel nearby for a night by ourselves. The morning was magnificent as we headed off with lunch, water and cameras in day packs.
We had a pretty normal marriage; we enjoyed each others company, doing things together, and had two young kids whom we loved. We had a good social life, and were both conscious of staying trim to enjoy the outdoor life. Tom was tallish, well built, easy going but a little impatient sometimes, laughably in contrast with my diminutive five foot, blonde, and slim build. Friends sometimes commented on the difference, and jokingly asked who was on top in bed. Although we seemed to have a good sex life, it was fairly unadventurous, and had taken a back step as the responsibilities of ****** became more demanding. Also, I occasionally pondered, Tom's impetuous nature led us to situations in bed where he had got way ahead of me, and often lately I was left unsatisfied when he rolled off and went to sleep. It usually didn't worry me, as I enjoyed our successful encounters, but I secretly longed for the extended sessions some of my friends had described in a little too much detail, with their husbands or lovers.
After lunch and on a path longer than we anticipated, we started the loop which would take us back. Surprised to see a helicopter hovering nearby, we decided to investigate. It turned out that a climber had been injured, and the crew were having trouble getting him off a rock shelf. Even with Tom's help it took several hours to get him down. They thanked us, and we set off, aware now of being behind schedule.All would have been well had I had not lost the map, and had we not ventured so far from the track during the rescue. By the time we found the path again, a steady drizzle had set in, drenching us, and in fading light we were glad to see a climber's shack ahead of us. Stumbling in, we were dismayed to see that although there were a couple of basic beds, one double, there was only one blanket, and only a few sticks of firewood.
Our melancholy thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a climber, mumbling about the weather. As he entered I was momentarily shocked by the enormity of his body, which seemed to fill the doorway. We had few black friends, none of whom were male, and I was a bit unnerved by his immense presence. Dropping his rucksack, he asked ?Why the glum faces??
After introductions and exchange of a few stories, our thoughts turned to the inadequacies of our accommodation. Dick headed out for fire wood, but returned somewhat despondent, saying what little was out there was too wet.
Brightening, he asked; Have you guys eaten? By then I was so hungry I felt I could bite the bum off a low flying duck, so we were really thankful to accept a share from his pack. Having eaten surprisingly well, he produced a swig of brandy which he assured us would help to warm the cockles. Wrapped in the blanket, and sitting as close to the fire as possible, we found Dick good company, swapping outdoor stories to distract us from our problems. When the fire was all but gone, we took a closer look at the beds.
It was now freezing outside, and as the fire died the temperature inside dropped rapidly. I was thankful for the near darkness as we climbed out of our all weathers, leaving just our nearly dry underwear. As I made for the bed, I noticed Dick, our new friend, admiring my scantily dressed form with eyes that slowly and systematically removed what little was on it. My body had always attracted a fair bit of attention from the opposite sex, and I didn't always try to hide it too much, enjoying the attention. Besides, I rationalized, a quick look was little enough reward for his generosity and friendliness.
It soon became apparent that Tom and I would not be nearly warm enough with one meager blanket, and Dick, reading our thoughts a touch too quickly for comfort, suggested that difficult situations might require hard solutions, so that we would all have to share the blanket and his sleeping bag. Besides, he observed probably with a twinge of satisfaction, we would have the advantage of body warmth. We knew he was right, so I quickly moved to put Tom in the middle; he would be the one to sleep beside a strange man!
We spooned together, but when D climbed in behind Tom, it was tighter than we thought, and I was almost pushed off my side. The togetherness was good for warmth, however, and Dick tried to make light of the situation by saying that it was alright if Tom snuggled up to him during the night, but that he was not allowed to kiss him. We all laughed when Tom replied that his plans for the night did not include Dick, and the tension of the situation was somewhat defused. Thus encouraged, the guys swapped a few more risqu? remarks.
After 20 minutes I was still cold, and Tom didn't help by saying that with hot bods on both sides, he was fine. So when he suggested we change places, I had no choice but to overcome my reluctance to sleeping beside this big stranger. It was much warmer, I had to admit, but I felt incredibly small locked between two big men. Dick saw my discomfort, and tried to defuse the situation, commenting that if he had known that he would be sleeping with a beautiful woman tonight, he would have packed his after shave. He would try not to get up to any mischief, at least while he was awake. We laughed, but while I comforted myself with Tom's presence, I hoped I wouldn't inadvertently snuggle up to the wrong guy in my sleep.
We were fairly beat, but it was difficult to relax with this strange body behind me, especially one this large and black. His overpowering presence reminded me of my fantasies of domination I occasionally used while masturbating when Tom was not there or when I hadn't got off during sex. I couldn't help but remember pictures I had seen of large black men and equally gigantic black cocks, and comments such as ?When you go black?..?. It both awed and excited me to think that he could easily have overpower us both, and that I would be defenseless against him. Images which were definitely pornographic crept into my mind, and I felt a mixture of guilt and exhilaration as I battled to subdue them. None of this was made better by the twinge of excitement creeping over me, a secret feeling I both savored and regretted. While I had always tried to suppress these fantasies, they always led to great orgasms, so this real life situation was really disconcerting.
We settled, and all seemed well except that I could feel his arm against my backside. No big deal, I thought, and decided to ignore it until, when I moved slightly to get comfortable, it throbbed. In a moment of shock I realized it must be his penis, and that it must be erect. Stunned, I tried to press closer to Tom, but the movement only caused it to throb more. I couldn't break the contact, and to my consternation the fantasies re-emerged as I wondered how I could confuse an arm with an erection. ?Bloody men, I thought, they can't help themselves, knowing that it could simply be a natural reaction to having my bum in his lap, rather than intention to perform immediate **** and pillage. My mind raced as I considered my options. If I ignored it, would it go away? It didn't, and nor did the occasional throb, which to me felt so big I thought Tom would feel it too.
D's voice broke my train of thought, saying ?Sorry guys, no man could lie here beside your beautiful wife without having a little bit of a growth spurt.?
T; What do you mean?
D; Well mate, Rambo has a mind of his own sometimes, and has poked his head up to see what's going on. Can't be as tired as me yet.
After a moment of silence Tom replied ?Yeah, I know what you mean (bastard, running with the enemy), as long as he just looks. And then; Hope he doesn't give her too hard a time. We laughed again at his inadvertent pun, glad to further ease the tension.
T; ?It could be worse; what if we had four in this bloody bed?? and I surprised myself by quipping ?Well, this thing feels big enough to be a fourth person against my backside?; strained giggles, and a pause.
T; Chris is a bit prone to exaggerating. Cant be that big? Sleep had been forgotten for the moment.
I've never been much good on weights and measures, but I knew it felt bloody enormous in my back.
D; ?Well, possibly a bit bigger than average, accord to my mother.
T; (fantasies starting too?); Neither my mum or my wife ever commented about mine, so what did your mother call big?
D; Well, the last time I went to the child health care center where they measure your growth, the nurse recorded five inches. Me, being smart; Sure she didn't mean meant five foot? D continued ?But that was when I was five; its may have grown since then.?
Me; ?Does he always get between you and your friends like this??, to which he bantered; ?Not that often, but he does like to take a look when he thinks there are any nice girls around. You ladies don't appreciate how often we guys have to wait at restaurant tables for him to lie down.
T; Yeah, I know!; Scared you'll flip the table over? ?You hear the joke about the guy who fainted from loss of blood to his brain whenever he had an erection??
D had heard it, but I hadn't, and before I got the typically male joke, D replied ?Yes, but the real problem is that ladies often faint when he winks at them!
None of this seemed to have helped with my guilty thoughts, and I wanted to drop the topic.
To my dismay, however, T persisted; You're not telling us its as big as the ones in those porn movies?
D; Not into that stuff, but he was offered a job in Hollywood during college holidays. Decided instead to take a job in a nursing home where most of the patients can't see too well and so don't get frightened by monsters. I jabbed Tom to stop, but could tell his imagination was in full flight. He had bought me a rather large black dildo early in our marriage, but I was always too embarrassed to play with it in front of him, saying his was all I needed. The reality was that he often finished and slipped out before I had reached a climax, so I sometimes masturbated when he left. The black dildo was a favorite fantasy on these occasions, as it was bigger than Tom's, and really seemed to fill me up. I had to be pretty turned on to be comfortable with it.
While size didn't seem like a critical issue to me, I did love the feeling I could get as it touched places T could never seem to, and it had helped me discover my G spot, and those incredible orgasms it could give me. In fact I had sometimes found myself lying on the bed when T wasn't there, fantasizing and discovering I was multi orgasmic. Of course I had no means of comparison with sizes. It now appeared that some were indeed a lot bigger, but I couldn't imagine how anyone, let alone someone as small as I, could take one as big as this thing prodding my bum felt without pain, or getting ruined down there.
Tom was not to be denied, and charged on; ?About 10 inches then!?? I was starting to get a bit testy by now, so said to him; ?Why don't you check for yourself, and get it over with??
After a pause, D said; ?I'd normally say that's for ladies only, but if you promise to be quick! I think C wants to go to sleep.? I did, but wasn't about to doze off at this point.
For a moment I thought I'd called Tom's bluff, but he rolled towards me as much as possible, increasing the pressure between my back and Dick's dick (ha!), and reached over me. His hand hit the jackpot, (how could he miss?), and went first to its base, which was at the top of my legs, then slowly to the knob, half way up my back.
Holy shit!; he mumbled, and I felt his hand start back down again. You should feel this thing!?
?Do you think I can't?? I said.
?No I mean really, with your hand. You could have used this as a battering ram in olden days.?
D said ?Times up, trespassers will be prosecuted!?, and Tom, rather reluctantly I thought, withdrew his hand.
D joked; ?You're not telling me that there are some smaller than that around, are you? What would you use to swat flies??
T; More like for killing a moose! Chris, you might never get a chance like this again, its not going to bite you!
Me; You sure? Anyway, I suppose there'd be worse things could happen to me than getting bitten by it.
D; ?Well, I'd much rather it be you than him, so while it seems to be on general display I'd be honored to get your assessment. I probably would've been too embarrassed, but he took my hand and guided it to where Tom's had been a moment ago. I was shocked, assuming I had his arm, but when it pulsed I knew it was an erection larger than anything I had imagined. I was stunned, convinced it must be a foot long. My fingers on the shaft didn't reach around. He had taken his hand away, and I could have withdrawn mine, but I was too embarrassed to cause any fuss. Or more curious?
T again; Is that big? Yes, I said, I suppose so. But it seems I have no experience with big ones!; and to hide my embarrassment, ?You told me yours was the world's largest? They laughed, as my hand adopted a mind of its own, shifting slightly to feel the warmth, size and hardness of his erection, which throbbed with every movement. D; ?With all due respect, Tom, he tells me that her hand feels much better than yours, so we certainly won't press assault charges! The explorer was too mesmerized to stop.
Tom wouldn't let go, asking questions that refocussed my mind; ?How do you manage with ladies? I mean, they wouldn't be able?.. um?.?
D; ?Well, usually not a problem?. Pause; as both our minds tried to get around this revelation, and my hand moved around to confirm it was real and to see if there really was an end to it.
D; ?Look guys, I've had lots of lady friends, and never met one who didn't want desert after the main course; Besides, it's fully warranted to give long service, customer satisfaction, and to be environmentally safe. Meanwhile my hand was exploring new territory, seeming never to reach the end; I was having trouble marrying the size of this thing in my hand against his assertion that many (surely not all, including me), could take this monster inside them without damage. Fantasy and fact were blurring together.
Tom had had time to reflect; There's no way that someone as small as Chris could take that thing!?
D; Well, one clause in the user's manual is that his lady friend has to be really relaxed for maximum enjoyment. Then as I say ?No complaints, many returns.?? By now my hand had settled comfortably on him, not even realizing it was not still trapped there, as my mind wandered and wondered what this thing looked like; it felt much bigger than my black dildo, which I was sure was my limit. How a woman could take it, let alone enjoy it? I was now aware of his giant hand resting gently on my hip. But it didn't seem appropriate to complain, considering where mine was. Anyway, it felt comfortable and intimate, which was OK considering our cozy arrangement.
Much to my relief, the topic of conversation changed, and I felt strangely at ease when the hand brushed slowly upward along my side and stomach, almost avoiding my breast, to touch my neck and shoulder, as if to find a more comfortable position. Tom must have felt it too, and saying nothing, took my other hand in his, holding it firmly as if to offer reassurance. It was the most bizarre and exciting situation of my relatively inexperienced sex life, and I couldn't imagine how I could feel so contented and alive.
Here I was sandwiched between two men, one my husband, the other a near stranger with an impossible erection. I was nearly naked, with my hand resting contentedly on a dick bigger than any I imagined existed until half an hour ago. On top of that, I had talked more about sex with a total stranger than even with my husband until now. I was living out a fantasy in a way I had never dared hope for; with the comfort and safety of my husband's presence, and his apparent approval.
This total stranger was stroking me gently but expertly, now sending jolts of excitement through me, touching me in new and unpredictable ways, while my husband's grip told me he wanted me to enjoy the moment. I was able to enjoy the attentions of a new and incredibly exciting lover, one who obviously lusted after me and wanted to have me, without feelings of guilt or shame. My mood had switched from rationalizing that the pleasure he seemed to get from touching me was little compensation for his earlier generosity, to an irrational need to be touched with or against my will. I relaxed and surprised myself by deciding to let the mood roll over me. An amazing day all round.
?Cathy, you're so petite!? D grumbled as if in a trance, the deep vibrations from his chest pulsing right through me, adding further to my excitement. He stroked me lovingly from ear to shoulder, then placed a light kiss on my neck. The gentleness surprised me, and when the lips traced a path across my now super sensitive skin, I was lost in emotion. It was a so good, and I didn't want to stop; an escape from the world, but with the safety of having Tom here. I loved the patience and skill with which he caressed me, and was happy to receive this gift for as long as it would last. I felt my breath quicken as my excitement bloomed, and Tom squeezed my hand again, as if to say ?enjoy yourself, my darling wife.? I thanked him silently, squeezing back. Dick's hand wandered more, stopping to lightly caress my shoulder, arm, flank and then dipping to my stomach, never moving quickly or aggressively. My excitement continued to ramp up, ever more intense, as I enjoyed the anticipation of being touched in new places. The fingers touched bare skin under my singlet, and then moved to my breasts. By the time they got to my nipples, they were already hardening, wanting to be loved. His desire inflamed me; his deepened breathing reminding me of his intense need for me, and my nipples came to full hardness and sensitivity under his fingers. My breathing became erratic as the sensation mounted, and I no longer tried to keep from Tom my sighs of appreciation as my lover expertly manipulated my body. Tom had never been this patient or thorough, and the feeling was exquisite.
My body and mind responded to his lovemaking as at no time I could remember, and when the fingers found my pubic mound I was ready for that too, and separated my legs as best I could, rolling back against him. He touched me thru the panties, and while I wished they were not there, I also knew that this was almost as far as the game could go.
The fingers soon dipped under the cloth, and feeling the dampness that was already there, were able to move between my lips easily, exciting me more. I had never felt such pure desire in my life, and eagerly anticipated penetration. We had always used lubrication, as I was never wet enough, so I was surprised when his fingers easily and smoothly dipped into me, caressed the lips, and finally finding the clit. I groaned in need and lust. My contentedness had moved to undeniable excitement, and now to a rampant lust, a vastly new experience to me, making me forget my shyness as my desire overtook me. My hips had a mind of their own, and were undulating against his touch in a clear demand to be made love to, and I desperately wanted to fuck; Tom, or anyone for that matter.
So this is what it is like to be seduced, and I wanted it to continue, but knew it must end. When his finger entered me, it felt as big as T's penis, and much better at finding the most sensitive inner parts, further inflaming me. When a second entered, I was already approaching orgasm, and when it flowed over me, unstoppable and shattering, I wanted the feeling to continue forever. In my new found passion I dearly wanted to kiss my lover, to hold him to me in every way. The position we were in made that hard, and in my impatience I grabbed Tom, kissing him passionately, and crying how much I loved him. He returned the kiss, but I think he knew that in my lust, my body and mind belonged to my lover.
When Dick said ?Tom, do you think C is relaxed enough now to try what's in her hand?. I knew that above all else, I wanted my lover inside my body, to love him as I had never loved before. But I also knew with disappointment that it was not possible. When he continued ?I understand if you say no, so if you two want to be alone, I'll go for a walk?, I whispered ?No!?, and squeezed Tom's hand desperately. Tom replied ?If it wasn't so bloody cold, I'd go.
D; ?Stay with her Tom, and enjoy it with us; you could lend us a hand, as it were. I didn't know, until Tom guided my other hand onto his own penis, now fully erect, how much the situation had turned him on too. He whispered ?Save some for me!? It flashed through my mind that I now had an erect penis in both hands, and reveled in their need for me.
I don't think either of us believed that the giant black penis we had only felt could possibly enter me, but I irrationally looked forward to it trying, to feel its desperate drive to fill me and conquer me, so close was I to another orgasm. I knew they would not let me be hurt.
With that, I felt him draw back enough to put his penis between the top of my legs, and slowly push thru using small thrusts, rubbing my vagina and clit, exciting me more as it went, and coming out in front of me. It seemed never-ending , as it slid through my hand. Soon there was more than Tom's whole penis in front of me, as if I had a penis myself, and I brought my hand to it from the front of me now, marveling again at its size and shape, automatically pushing down on it with my hips. Tom felt it too, sensed that I did not now what to do now, and covered my hand with his. Together we slid the object of my passion onto my vulva and clit, causing a jolt of excitement, and soon I came again.
Tom continued to press the shaft against my still convulsing slit, and I had never been so lost in lust before; I just wanted to get fucked, and the size of his cock seemed less important. By now I was furiously masturbating myself with this giant dildo, building to orgasm again, and when Dick withdrew enough to bring the head of his penis to my hungry opening, Tom hardly needed to help further. I desperately pressed the head harder against my rampant slot, while Dick thrust gently from behind. It felt like a baseball bat between my legs, but the sensation was exquisite as my lips parted in lustful invitation. I could have been embarrassed at being so wet, open and ready, but the intensity of the unconditional surrender of my body and soul overcame all other thoughts.
Suddenly the knob separated the yearning lips, surprising me and thrilling me at the same time. It was in, and I was still alive! The sensations of fullness and stretching, though slightly uncomfortable, were both hugely welcome and stimulating. The feeling of invasion by my lover, and my giving of everything to him brought me to the edge again, and I called his name in passion. He waited patiently for me to come down, then continued to caress my body from thighs to neck. I writhed in animal lust, kissing him without restraint, while the movements of my hips against the pressure of his penis caused it to part my vaginal walls slowly but surely, until I was sure it had almost reached my chest. Again he slowed, hands still gently massaging my clit and breasts, and he said ?You didn't believe me, did you??
Assuming it was all in, I said with a feeling of satisfaction, love, and total fullness; I don't know how I did it, but I can still talk! But only just. T; That must be some dick to stop a woman talking! Any smugness I had was destroyed when Tom told me that it was only about half way in, and Dick teased me by saying ?You'll know when its in, You won't be able to talk or swallow; and then more lovingly ?I told the truth about it not hurting, didn't I?
T; God, Cath, how does it feel? As if he didn't know from my grunting, bucking and moaning. When I didn't reply, Dick wiggled his hips, which sent a jolt of passion thru me, and said he'd pull it out if I didn't answer Tom. I came down off cloud nine long enough to say? I feel like its past my naval already?. We laughed at the light side of the situation, and Dick asked ?Let's check; we have time! Tom, put your fingers on her stomach above the pubic bone.?
He felt around, and commented with surprise ?I can feel it poking out, unless you are pregnant with a telephone pole! I had visions of this giant hard monster, half as big as my pelvis, poking through from behind and pushing my navel right out. As Tom felt its hardness, I could feel where his fingers massaged the head through my skin, and Dick said he could feel the pressure and movement. We were all a little amazed by this revelation, and were silent in contemplation for a moment. ?Tom, I said, It feels so good; I love you.
While we were talking, D had slowed his progress. My awareness of the conversation vanished as he resumed his slow thrusting, and my whole pelvis went into overdrive again. My hips pushed desperately back at him, encouraging , enabling him to penetrate further. The feeling of fullness I could never have imagined had become my immediate life, and I reveled in my lovers complete domination of my body.
But Dick continued ?Tom, you must know how good this feels to be making love to such a beautiful woman, to be buried in her, even if not completely yet.? ?Yet?,? I asked. ?I mightn't even let you. He gave another twitch of his penis, and I said on second thoughts, maybe I will, if it will fit. I noticed Ts hand had gone from where D and I were joined, and I had sudden suspicion that he was enjoying this almost as much as were we were. I reached over him and found he had a really hard erection, and his hand was stroking it. It was my turn to offer comfort by squeezing his hand. He's being naughty, Dick! Tom was too far gone to be embarrassed, and I kissed him encouragingly, moving our fingers along his shaft. He lasted only seconds, hips and hands beating the rhythm of orgasm I teased him with my fingers for being such a pop off.
When he recovered and said ?Well, smarty, can you do any better than half way?? By now the discomfort had all but passed, and I pushed back against D experimentally. He pushed too, and continued with small strokes, first in a bit, then back out to spread my lubrication, and then further in. Tom's hand came back to my stomach, keeping track of the penetration, and after some minutes, Dick said,? I'd love to have a really big one, but that's all I can manage. Congratulations!?
I felt stuffed in the nicest way, more full than uncomfortable, and T marveled that it seemed to go past my navel. Dick commented that Tom's groping felt good, and that the feeling of being in me to the hilt was the best.
Again I reflected on how I had come to be in bed with my husband and a lover who was buried deep inside me, and talking as if we were playing quoits. I knew I was randier than I had ever been in my life, made worse by Dick's caressing of every part of my body. I could feel Tom's penis softening in my hand, and said ?Poor old Tarzan is the only one to have missed out so far!
Well, said D, in a situation like this I would normally want to continue to make love to my lady. Would that be unreasonable under the circumstances??, knowing full well that we were too far gone to refuse.
Embarrassment seemed absurd now, so I volunteered that in my experience, whenever I had a gentleman's erection nudging my navel from the inside, and it felt as good as this one did, I would normally suggest he continues, again if my husband didn't mind? And I gave Tom's dick another squeeze. Tom, in the spirit of things; Normally, when a gentleman is in my wife up to the hilt, and she asks nicely to let him fuck her stupid, all I can say is please don't break it, so its not spoiled for me?!
I reflected I wasn't sure it wouldn't be broken, and that it may never come back to shape again, but that he would be remembered in my will. The only question, I thought, was whether I would die from being split open, or from heart attack by orgasm?
Determined to find out, I pushed back at Dick with my bum, and said ?Have your wicked way with me!? He started small thrusts, playing with my clit as he did. I had previously located my G spot during masturbation, in those times when Tom had left me unsatisfied. The first G orgasm I had scared me in its intensity, and I realized that it would never happen during sex with Tom because he was hardly long enough to reach it rear entry. Normal missionary didn't give me the pressure I needed. Now each thrust hit the spot, sending a jolt thru my body, and Tom turned to see the passion in my face. I was groaning and pushing back at him, desperate to achieve the release which was coming fast. I could not believe the carnality radiating from my whole abdomen, and knew I never wanted it to end.
The thrusts were now longer, filling me, out of control, and then an avalanche of feeling overtook my whole body causing me to shudder and moan, making me wonder if I ever had ever had a real orgasm before with Tom. The intensity was so great I thought I had lost control of my mind and body.
He slowed, and Tom squeezed my hand again, but I couldn't respond, as Dick didn't completely stop, and I was already heading for another gut wrenching cum. I may have fainted, but when I came to, he was still in me, the thrusts now more urgent, and I felt his orgasm start, could actually feel the spurts of semen into me, and another orgasm overtook me. It was the most powerful sensation of my life, better even than those previous, knowing that he had the ultimate mastery of my body and soul; unimaginable satisfaction but wanting more.
The concept that I could be multi orgasmic during sex had never occurred to me before, but now I wanted it to continue forever.
We lay for some time, our breathing gradually returning to normal. My body had feelings of happiness, love, satiation and fullness; the feeling of fullness? It was then I realized that the fullness had not gone away, so I moved a little with hips, and realized not only was I overflowing, but that he was still hard. Dick must have noticed my surprise, and said; He's so happy to be there, and doesn't want you to leave.
Me; But.. You had one, didn't you?. Yes. He had come, and with Tom I was used to his erection immediately shrinking, and his penis popping out. End of game. I had already come more times than I could count, and yet he was still there. His sperm was leaking out around his penis, and when he gave a small thrust in me again, I was instantly lusting for more. ?I don't think the lady's finished yet, do you Tom?? he asked, and started a slow circular motion, which had me begging him to fuck me forever. It seemed like he did, and I discovered that I was truly multi orgasmic, my body wracked at least ten times before he filled me again. Again we lay for a while recovering. His erection was softer now, but still as big as my arm, and I could have stayed there with him in me for the rest of the night.
After a while I remembered Tom, and our promise to save some for him. Past experience told me that it was pretty unlikely that he would be capable of seconds this soon after his earlier effort, so I was surprised when my hand found him hard again. I hadn't realized how turned on this situation had made him. The last thing I wanted was to be separated from my new lover, but said to him quietly; Tom? He understood and withdrew as reluctantly as I was to let him go. I almost cried to feel him pull out of me, but Tom was already turning around, climbing on top of me as I settled on my back. It was the strangest situation, as I could hardly feel him enter, so stuffed, open and wet was I now. This was another first for the day, as Tom lasted longer than usual before he came with a groan and rolled off. I had felt almost nothing, but didn't care, as I was more satisfied than ever before in my life. After Tom had collapsed back on his side, I turned back to meet Dicks light kiss on my temple. As our lips became hungrier, his hands began to move on me, and I felt his giant penis pressing against my hip, then jumping up onto my stomach, and extending across it. Reaching down feeling its size and weight with almost a much surprise as before, shocked to think it could rise again so soon.
I was instantly aroused by my lover's renewed need for me, already impatient to have him fill me anew. He easily lifted me over him, my breasts now on his chest, his erection pressing into my stomach, throbbing. This position, face to face, was more intimate than before, and we kissed with passion, tongues, hips, and breasts grinding against his big, hard form, nipples fully erect, lusting for my black lover to fill me again.
I was momentarily distraught when he lifted and pulled me upwards, our lips parting. The feeling of his lips on my breasts more than made amends, and the jolt of pleasure as I thrust against his hardness pushed me over the edge. The intensity was immense, but I had little time to settle, as my pubic bone dropped over end of his erection, the knob now pressing urgently at my entrance. When he whispered; Permission to enter?, I pushed back desperately in reply. The head pressed briefly at my willing entrance, then slipped in; the feeling of being filled and fucked, my vaginal walls parting faster this time as we worked in unison to the same end; pub bones meeting, and a few bumps and off into an almost continuous orgasm; surely this must be a world record for intensity and endurance; I couldn't believe that my body had been snatched from me like this, and I didn't care as long as the fullness and the loving continued forever. Our passion mounted until again he filled me, and I cried out from my mantel of lust for him to come in me. I was sure I loved him at that moment, and I collapsed on him with a mixture of love, satiation, and exhaustion, my world now only his possession of my body and soul.
We slept, but I awoke early to hear Dick ask Tom if it was OK to have one last session before we parted, if Chris wanted, of course. I didn't hear the reply, and he didn't need to ask me, so desperate was I to have him back inside me.
I felt as if he had put a baseball bat into me, knocked me out with it, and filled me with a quart of KY jelly. I opened my eyes, and Tom said; I knew you wouldn't mind making our saviour happy, as you seemed to find it bearable before.
No I said, it was awful, but I suppose if I have to, smiling sleepily. The things I do for you!
He took the time again to make sure I was ready, but it wasn't necessary; I was more than ready, opening my legs as wide as possible, in complete and sweet surrender, to welcome my lover between them, to draw him in; anticipating the entry, the thrust, the filling, my eagerness to have him on me, against me, in me, and loving me.
Without breaking our kiss, he accepted my frantic offer by mounting me, and I felt the object of my desire bumping my thighs. As if in a dream, I realized Tom was beside us, and I appealed to him with what little humor I had left; Help, Tom, he's trying to **** me; do something. He did; his hand went to Dicks cock, guiding it toward its intended target. I felt the head bump against my vagina, surprising me again with its weight and size, and almost cried with relief as the it pressed against the waiting lips.
I was still soaking wet with sperm from the previous flooding, and he entered easily, and with a few steady thrusts, helped by my own, hit bottom in no time. The feeling of complete fullness returned, and seemed even more complete in this position.
Reveling in the intimacy and feeling of complete surrender of the missionary position, I spread my legs fully, and clamped them behind his back, to draw him in fully. The feeling of vulnerability, the joy of giving myself as a woman, the greater penetration than even before; all were a joy to me. But he seemed to meet resistance further in. He prodded gently for a while, saying we need to find the right spot, when suddenly it slipped right in, in one stroke. Our pubes ground together, and the feeling was even better; fuller than before, and I made gurgling noises. I was in 7th heaven, lusting as never before, wanting to be fucked forever.
Tom saw the rapture in my face, and kissed me to tell me to go for it. My legs tightly gripped Dick, my arms around his shoulders, pulling him to me, and we kissed passionately. At that moment we were the most committed of lovers, oblivious of the rest of the world. I begged him to fuck me. He played my body expertly with each deep thrust, finding the spot in there where he could reach full penetration., and my orgasms came one after the other, seeming to last for minutes each.
We fucked like we were the last people on earth, and finally collapsed an hour later, exhausted. This time I forgot about Tom, and was content to fall asleep with Dick on me and in me, and we woke up later that way. It was now mid morning, and Tom had lit the fire with some wood he had found, and was waiting for us to stir.
We had breakfast, again from Dick's pack, but nobody made a move to leave. Tom asked Dick what he would do today, and he said well I can't continue the climb I planned, as there wont be enough food left. Tom apologized for that, and said I suppose we could stay at the hut for another night, but I'm worried you have a gun in your pocket. I couldn't see Dick's lap from where I was sitting, so looked around the table to see what he was talking about. It was obvious that Dick had an erect again (or still), and that it had reached up under his belt. ?It really is a nuisance sometimes, as there is not enough room in there!?
This was the closest I had come to seeing the instrument of my seduction, although I had felt it all night, and when Tom suggested that I help him release the pressure, I was only too happy to undo the belt and draw it into my hands. Tom and I were transfixed; it was simply enormous, and pitch black. I couldn't get my hands around it, but kneeled to hold it better and to take his enormous balls in one hand. No wonder I had been flooded out last night; these must hold gallons.
I could see Tom was fascinated by the sight of me trying to hold this thing, and the contrast between our colours and size. I felt truly powerless in front of him, and overcome by the need to please him. I could see he enjoyed my hands on his cock, and he sighed in appreciation. I glanced at Tom, who nodded imperceptibly to me, and so I pulled Dick's pants and jocks right to the floor, and shocked myself by kissing the monster in front of me. D took my head in his hands, and brought my mouth to the head, but while I could lick it, only the head would fit in my mouth. As I did this he gently undid my top, and it joined the clothing on the floor. My bra followed.
He caressed my back, neck, and then my breasts. With the sight of my beloved penis before me, and his touch, my nipples became hard in an instant. I stood, and he removed my pants and panties, while I undid his shirt. We were both ready, and desperately wanting to join again.
He lay me down on the bed, my legs spread, vagina already wet with anticipation. He had signaled to Tom to join us, so he gladly dropped his pants, exposing his erection, and sat beside us. To Tom's great delight, Dick signaled me by making a big ?O? with his mouth to give him a blow job. I had never done it before, but could hardly refuse, and could see the look of anticipation on his face. I sucked him in, doing the best I could for an amateur. He lasted longer this time, but came with a bellow, and flopped back on the bed.
In the meantime, D had moved between my legs, and was kissing and licking my vagina and clit. I don't think I could have lasted more than a few seconds before the first orgasm hit me, and he kept me in a state of rolling orgasms for half an hour. He owned my body, and could have demanded anything from me at the time, including my marriage. But he didn't. He raised up, and I reveled in the feeling of pressure on my entrance, the parting of the lips as the head found the spot, and the relief as the head popped in, and the tightness as he increased penetration carefully. Fuck me I breathed, and tried to pull him into me harder, but he took his time, saying;? Plenty of time, don't rush.? My lips found his, tongues met, and we kissed passionately, while he pushed all the way in. He was right, we had time, and we fucked for hours, stopping once to let T have his last hurrah before lunch, then back at it again. It seemed I would never want him to leave me.
There was a bit more sleep that night, as we had screwed ourselves to a standstill. I was distraught as he packed and walked off down the track, not sure if I could live without him, but thankful for the experience.
Our sex life was better after that, Tom having learned what he was not giving me, and now being a more thoughtful lover; but I longed for the fullness.
On my next birthday, Tom announced we were to have dinner with some friends. Leave the next day free, as we might do something with them. Sitting in the restaurant when we arrived was Dick. It was all I could do not to cry, and I kissed Tom for the best birthday present I could imagine.
