An Adventure Into CFNM Ch. 4-5

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"CFNM? What is CFNM?” the inexperienced brunette said with the innocence of a cuddly kitten.

"Clothed female naked male,” Jamie explained. “It is an opportunity for women to view the naked male body. Just like we did at the beach today. Only here we make it mandatory, not optional, that women keep their clothes on. That way, the girls are free to stare at the naked guys all they want and not have to worry about guys staring at them.” Donna’s heart raced and she felt week in the knees, very sexy knees you could say. Everything on Donna seemed to be sexy, even something as generic as a knee. But she didn’t want to let Jamie know just how excited she was.

"You mean we can stare at their dicks?” Donna asked very calmly. Donna couldn’t believe her own ears. She was saying the word dick so freely nowadays. It had become a standard in her vocabulary, used even more frequent than the word “it”, or “the.” She especially liked that term dick, more than any other term for the male penis. She admired its bluntness, its one-syllable directness. Dick. It sounded so degrading to call a man’s penis his dick, but Donna enjoyed that, enjoyed making a man feel degraded in order to control him.

"Of course you can stare at their dicks, Donna,” Jamie said. “Later we will play a lot of games too.” Donna began to rub lotion on her already-tanned thighs, the ones that poor Derek could not keep his eyes off of, the ones that made his mammoth penis grow to its awesome potential in Donna’s presence. While Donna was rubbing lotion on her award-winning legs, she remarked to Jamie “Oh, games are always good, especially marco polo.” Jamie burst out laughing. Donna asked her what was so funny, but Jamie said nothing. In her own mind, she found it so funny that Donna thought they would be playing kiddy games like Marco Polo. Oh, they would be playing games, but not the ones Donna had grown used to. Donna wanted Derek to be there, and wanted to again stare for endless hours at his remarkable organ and watch it stab the air with its vigourous jerks. But she did not want Jamie to know how much lust she had for Derek, because then Jamie might have Donna do something like remove her top for Derek’s pleasure, which is something the 18-year-old virgin would never do. But she had to know if Derek was invited.

"Is that Derek going to be here?” Donna asked. Jamie saw this as an opportunity to tease her young friend, and seized the opportunity.

"Derek...Derek..,” Jamie said aloud, pretending to not remember who Donna was referring to. “Which guy was that?” Donna could feel the blood rushing to her face, embarrassed she was going to have to describe a man by the size of his penis.

"You know,” Donna said. “The guy we met on South Beach, the guy with the really big dick.” There was that word again coming from Donna’s mouth - dick. It felt so good to say it.

"Ohhhhh,” Jamie said. “You know what? I forgot to call him.” Jamie was lying. She did in fact not call Derek, but didn’t forget. She purpously did not call Derek because she wanted Donna to do so. It was almost like an initiation into the CFNM circle, Donna having to invite a man she knew to be naked in her presence.

"Oh, don’t worry about it,” Donna said, trying to cover up her disapointment. “Maybe we’ll see him on South Beach tomorrow.”

"Don’t be silly. Why don’t you call him and tell him to get his ass, and his huge dick, over here!” Jamie said.

"You think I should?” Donna asked. “Of course,” Jamie said convincingly. “But you do realize you have to tell him what kind of a party it is, so he will be prepared to be nude. And also so he will have no illusions of seeing you naked just because he is naked.”

"Well...can’t I just tell him when he gets here, kind of casually?”

"Absolutely not,” Jamie demanded. “You have to tell him on the phone.”

"Okay, okay,” Donna said, slapping her hand against her gorgeous thigh. The sound Donna made with her hand triggered a memory of Derek, and she felt brave enough to share it with Jamie.

"Jamie, what does this sound like?” asked the sexy brunette, again slapping her hand against her thigh. Jamie, for once, was at a loss for words.

"I give up,” Jamie said.

"Derek’s big dick, remember? When he kept getting a boner and would make it slap against his belly?” Donna said enthusiastically.

"Oh my God, Donna, you naughty girl,” Jamie said. “You do in fact have a thing for Derek if you could remember something that obscure.” Jamie made a good point about Donna’s infatuation with Derek’s penis, but the reference was anything but obscure. The sight and sound of that young man’s organ slapping against his belly like that of a horse’s will endure in both of the women’s fruitful sexual minds for a long time. Donna asked Jamie for the phone, and for Derek’s number.

"Is it 1-800 BIG DICK?” Donna asked mockingly. Jamie giggled, and gave her giddy friend his number. The phone rang only once, and Derek’s deep voice answered with Hello.

"Derek?” Donna asked.

"Yes, this is him,” Derek said.

"Hi, this is Donna, from South Beach, remember - “ Before Donna could finish her sentence, Derek interupted.

"Of course I remember you, the gal with the killer legs,” Derek said. Donna was tempted to say “yeah, and you were the guy with the killer dick,” but avoided the temptation.

"Yeah, that’s me. Listen, you want to come to a party Jamie and I are having tonight?” Donna asked.

"Sure,” Derek said. “What time is it at?”

"Oh, about 7,” Donna said. “But there’s one thing. It’s a CFNM party. You familiar with them at all?” Derek did not have a clue.

"CFNM? What is that, like BYOB or something?” asked the innocent Derek. Donna’s face began to blush. She knew she was going to have to explain in detail to Derek what he was getting himself into.

"Um, well, I’m new to it as well,” Donna said, wanting to try to make Derek more comfortable. It was easy for her - she wasn’t going to have to be naked.

"It stands for Clothed Female Naked Male,” the young female explained. “All the guys, well, they have to be naked. And serve drinks and stuff to the women, who all have their clothes on.” Serve drinks? Jamie never mentioned anything to Donna about serving drinks. Did that just creep into Donna’s mind? Did the thought of having a naked, well-hung man waiting on her somehow creep into her mind without her knowing? Jamie stifled a laugh at seeing her precious little cousin Donna turn into a CFNM addict. She had created a monster.

"Wow,” said Derek, a bit frightened but at the same time very, very turned on. He had intensely enjoyed being nude in front of Donna at the beach, so why would being nude in front of her at a person’s pool party be any different?

"It should really be fun, come on, we would love to have you,” Donna whispered. She then cupped her hand around the phone so Jamie could not so easily see what she was saying.

"Pleeese,” Donna begged the well-hung man on the other end of the line.

"Sure,” Derek said. “I’ll be there.” Donna was overjoyed. She gave a naughy smile to her cousin and jumped up and down like a cheerleader. She had been a cheerleader her last two years in high school, an activity that greatly contributed to her model-like figure that teased men and took control of the most vulnerable part of their body. Penises tended to harden in Donna’s presence, even when this princess had all of her clothes on. She celebrated with Jamie, who asked atop the cheers “Serving drinks?”

"I don’t know,” Donna said. “I guess I got carried away. But it will be kind of funny to see him serving us with that big thing flopping around.” Jamie laughed at the delight of Donna, who then quizzically asked her friend “How do think he gets dressed?” Jamie was not sure what Donna meant, and asked for an explanation.

"I mean his schlong,” said Donna, throwing out yet another term for the male penis she had learned in recent hours. “Where does he put it? I mean, how does it fit? Do you think he lets it hang down one of his pant legs?”

"One thing is for sure,” Jamie said. “He won’t have to worry about getting dressed in our presence tonight. Just undressed.” Donna took a deep breath out of her lust for Derek, and awaited his arrival with great anticipation. While the two women joked about the problem that must await Derek every time he dresses, the center of their jokes, meanwhile, was thinking of what to wear. He knew he was going to be stripping, but he couldn’t actually drive naked to the party. Or maybe, he thought to himself in a joking fashion, he could drive naked and let his penis control the steering wheel. It was practically long enough. But he then went back to serious matters, trying to find an outfit that the women would enjoy tearing off him. His penis had always caused him problems in the fashion department. Briefs were out of the question. So were tight shorts. Jeans were okay if baggy enough, but too baggy and he would once in a while sit on his penis, which wasn’t the greatest sensation in the world. He figured he would wear dress pants. Why not? It’s kind of a formal party, in terms of there being a guest of honor. He knew he was indeed that man.

After getting out of the shower he put on a pair of black boxer shorts that allowed his penis to hang comfortably down his right pant leg (he wore it bigger on that side) and yet be kept in place by the fabric. He then put on a white polo shirt and tan pants that Donna would soon be clutching in a lusty fashion. He couldn’t wait to be nude in front of her yet again. There were already three naked men at the party, mingling in the back yard with their hostess, Jamie. Donna, however, refused to leave the front of the house, waiting at the opened front door for her horse-hung admirer. Her mind began to wander, to how it must be when Derek goes to masturbate and has to play with that monster of a dick.

"Does he ever use both hands to jerk off?” she wondered to herself out loud.

Chapter 5

A set of bright headlights flashed from around the corner, and the door of a light blue truck soon opened to reveal Derek, very neatly dressed in a pair of tan pants and the white polo shirt he had ironed just for Donna’s sake. He knew he wouldn’t be wearing it long, but figured why not. As he walked up to the open door, his jaw visibly dropped. He expected to see Donna in shorts and a T-shirt, maybe even a sun dress. But she was instead wearing a tight red bikini, one that accented her large, lovely breasts and gorgous thighs so well that Derek feared his giant penis might rip through his trousers.

The two hugged, and walked inside. They sat together on the couch, and Donna crossed one leg over the other, her left thigh, so tan and so supple, just inches from Derek’s touch. God did he want to touch it, but couldn’t. He knew this, and it seemed to turn him on even more.

But get an erection now? He couldn’t. That would be kind of rude. He would sport his weapon at full size when asked by the ladies. But it was difficult to not be turned on. Donna’s sweet perfume filled the air around him. He noticed she even wore a sexy body spray, one that smelled of peaches.

"Sorry for the short notice,” Donna said. “Jamie came up with this CFNM party thing. She made me invite someone.”

"But why did you pick me?” asked Derek, who wanted to hear Donna say it. He wanted to hear her say the words, to hear her say it was the size of his penis that she was so attracted to, so drawn to.

"Well, you are kind of different,” Donna said with a light laugh. Derek wasn’t going to let her get off that easy. He wanted a deeper explanation.

"I mean, your um, you know, is kind of a rare sight,” the 18-year-old said.

"Oh, you mean my truck,” he said jokingly. “Yeah, it is a huge one.” Donna gave in.

"Okay, you want me to say it,” she said. “It is the size of your dick. Not your truck. Your dick. I have never seen anything like it and probably never will again.” Derek had won that round, but the rest of the night would go to Donna.

"Well, you might as well...get more comfortable,” she said. Derek knew what she meant, and stood up. Donna, of course, had nothing to worry about. She remained in her bathing suit.

"You mind if I just get undressed here?” he asked politely. Donna had no problem with that, and wondered if it would be even more sexy to see her visitor disrobe in front of her. On the beach, he was already nude when she saw him. But this time, he was getting undressed specifically for her. The shirt, shoes and socks came off in a hurry. The belt was soon unfastened and the pants thrown onto the couch.

"Nice boxers,” commented Donna, her view focused squarely on his crotch. Her pretty green eyes now spotted his salami, snaked down his right leg almost entirely past his thigh. She took a deep breath.

"You okay,” asked Derek.

"Fine,” Donna responded, her heart beginning to race again like it did at South Beach. Donna also realized she won a bet with Jamie, a bet on which the girls wagered which side Derek tucked his “giant pecker,” as Donna referred to it earlier. The boxers were pulled down, and thrown on top of the pants. Derek stood there, legs wide apart to emphasize the size of his soft penis, a good three or four inches bigger than the largest erect one Donna ever laid her pretty eyes on.

"Let’s face it, Derek,” she said. “You’re hung like a horse. Why do you think I invited you?” Derek laughed, and Donna really was going for the throat now. She wanted to see him hard, and raised her pretty feet and started rubbing his leg with them.

"Ohhh, Donna,” he mumbled, his cock beginning to grow fatter and longer.

"Come on, baby,” she said. “Stroke it for me. Stroke that big fucking horse dork.” Jamie walked in to see this alarming sight, and without hesitation, she announced “Come on out to the deck you too, and Derek, keep your hard-on. The games are about to begin.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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An Adventure Into CFNM Ch. 1-4

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CHAPTER 1

The hot sun felt so good on her bare skin, the bikini she chose allowing the exposure of parts of her body usually covered from sight.

She was 18 now, a young woman, a young woman with very mature features. Her breasts, already fully-developed, were on display as if she was proud of their development. She walked with a certain cockiness, knowing she could steal men’s stares and take control of their hearts, not to mention other parts of their anatomy.

Her legs were her best feature, especially her well-rounded thighs that were already perfectly tanned as a result of weeks of laying out in the sun.

This day in the sun, however, was far different than the others. Donna, the 18-year-old virgin who had never even seen a naked man let alone pleasure him, was at a clothing-optional beach for the first time.

Her 26-year-old cousin, Jamie, begged she keep her company at this resort for the afternoon. It was called South Beach, but it might as well have been called Donna’s awakening.

She and Jamie, a blonde-haired, blue eyed beauty with sexual wisdom she was trying to pass onto her young relative, walked along the sand in their brand-new bikinis. Jamie did this sort of thing every weekend. Donna was very much new to it. They picked a spot near the water to relax and lie down. Donna’s feat curled in the sand out of nervousness, looking around and seeing the naked back side of so many men. But it was when these men turned around that Donna was most aroused. The male penis was something the 18-year-old brunette was studying in great detail on this day. Almost as if she was studying for a test, Donna checked out the package of every male on the sand with intense focus. She didn’t just look, she stared. She viewed the male genitals as three parts - the head of the penis, the shaft of the penis, and the sack underneath the penis.

She saw some men had larger heads than others, others longer shafts. She was very disappointed when seeing some that looked like two-inch long stubs, but delighted when she caught a glimpse of a respectable erection.

"What do you think?” Jamie asked her cousin, who had been speechless for the past half hour while the women relaxed in the brightening sun.

"I love it,” Donna responded. “It’s neat how we can see their things.”

"Their things?” Jamie asked laughingly. “What is that kind of talk? Donna, if you are going to hang out with me you are going to have to develop more of a vocabulary.”

"Well, what do you mean?” asked the innocent one.

"I mean you have to learn the slang terms for the penis, and also the testicles,” Jamie explained.

"Oh, you mean those cute little things hanging underneath their things, the ones that jiggle when they walk by us?” Donna asked.

"There you go again with that word - things,” Jamie said. “Come on, name some terms for the penis. I know you know some.” Donna definitely did know some. She just never used those words. It was like a book of information in her brain she never bothered to access, terms she had heard from television, from school and even at home from her older sisters that she didn’t dare speak.

"Well, okay,” Donna said. “How about dick?”

"Very good,” Jamie said. “And some more?”

Jamie had asked for it. She didn’t know the plethora of information that was about to pour forth from Donna’s usually innocent mouth. She had all of this sexual energy pent up, and wanted to let it go free.

"Cock, prick, pecker schlong and dong,” said Donna, almost forming a poem-like answer for Jamie.

"I’m impressed,” Jamie said. Donna, not satisfied, gave even more responses.

"And I know a guy’s testicles are called his balls, or nuts, or the whole thing can be called a nut sack,” she said, getting to use these terms for the first time. “And when a guy gets hard, that’s called a boner, or a woodie, or a hard-on.” Jamie was speechless now, rather surprised with Donna’s input.

"Very good,” she said to her younger cousin, who rolled her hand through her long brown hair, which hung to the top of her shoulders and blew through the soft breeze in a sexy fashion. Donna loved to tease the guys at her school, loved to show off her sexy legs by altering her uniform skirt into a mini one. Her catholic-school education had landed her an academic scholarship to a top college, but this weekend was about attaining a different type of knowledge.

"What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?” Donna asked Jamie.

"Oh, probably only about five or six inches,” she responded. “My current boyfriend, who doesn’t know I am here of course, is about six.” Donna was disappointed to hear such modest measurements.

"Well, how big can they get?” asked Donna. “Can” was the key word Donna used in that question, a word that left a wide-open range of possibility. Neither Jamie nor Donna knew for sure the limit of the growth of the male penis, a fact that made this trip to South Beach even more enticing. Like a pair of fisherman, they never knew just when they would reel in the big one.

"Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure they can get quite big,” Jamie said in a general sense. With that, Donna started to lay farther back on her towel, wanting to take a quick nap in order to rest up for the party Jamie was throwing at her house that evening.

Chapter 2

About an hour into her nap, Donna awakened to the touch of a gentleman caller.

"Miss,” the voice said. “Some dollar bills blew off your towel. I thought I would return them to you.” The man handed the barely-awake Donna the money she had mistakenly left uncovered, and speeking of uncovered Donna noticed this man was nude. He was squatting in front of her in a way that covered his genitals - the side of his right leg facing the 18-year-old brunette, blocking her curious view of his crotch.

"Oh, thanks,” she said, accepting the money and putting it into her small purse.

"What’s your name?” the stranger asked.

"Donna,” she replied calmly, beginning to notice the man speeking to her was not bad to look at - he had a strong upper body with well-defined muscles and bright blue eyes that went perfectly with his light blonde hair.

"Mine’s Derek,” he said to her. “You’re very beautiful.” Donna knew she was beautiful, but enjoyed hearing it from a hot guy.

"Thank you,” she said. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.” The two were on the verge of a conversation when Jamie awoke from her nap, and reached out her hand to shake that of the visitor.

"My name is Jamie,” she said, also delighted by the company of the muscular gentleman. Derek was a bit too far away to reach Jamie’s hand, and although he could remain kneeling he needed to swing his right leg over and expose his front side to the women. Donna anticipated this, and when Derek altered his position, she lost her cool. Letting out a very audible gasp, Donna was shocked to see that Derek’s penis hung down so far it almost touched the sand. On his knees, his penis appeared bigger than had he been standing, appearing almost like a third leg that hung loosely from his crotch.

"Oh, sorry if he startled you,” Derek said playfully of his dick, as Donna would call it.

"Most women are kind of shocked when they see it for the first time.”

"I don’t think I would ever get used to seeing something that big,” said Donna, now very much wide awake. It was something that had to have spawned from Donna’ sexual imagination. This couldn’t be real. How could a man have one so big? It looked like something that would appear on a donkey or a bull, maybe even on an elephant, Donna thought to herself.

"You’ve got quite a schlong there,” Donna said in a lusty fashion emblematic of a young woman seeing a horse-hung man for the first time.

"Thank you. But you should see it when it gets angry,” he said. Donna gasped again. Derek’s penis was already an awesome sight, and the thought of what proportions it could reach when stimulated made her nervous in the stomach.

"You from around here?” asked Derek, trying to make small talk. Small talk was the furthest thing from Donna’s mind right now. She had much bigger thinks to think about, specifically Derek’s penis. To tease her, he squatted directly toward her, the head of his remarkable phallus now hanging to the blanket the two young women had laid down on the beach. Derek enjoyed the sight of Donna’s eyes staring right at his crotch - even when she spoke to him her focus was not altered. She was not making eye contact at all.

"Donna, for God’s sake try to be polite,” said Jamie laughingly. “Stop staring at the man’s dick. Although, Derek, I wouldn’t mind having a better look.” Derek obliged, and turned to face Jamie, his huge penis swinging up over his right thigh and onto to his leg. Derek then shoved it off his leg and let it dangle back down toward the earth.

"Now I know why you were staring,” Jamie said to Donna. “When they were passing out dicks in Heaven, this guy got in line with the horses.”

"That’s a good one,” Derek said. “I haven’t heard that one before.” Donna was noticing how fat it was, its girth nearly the size of her delicate wrist. The head on it was almost obscene - the size of a small tomatoe, Donna wondered how it could ever penetrate a female without ripping her in the process. She even doubted its authenticity.

"This isn’t some kind of joke, is it?” asked the young one. “I mean, that’s not a fake or anything is it?”

"Why don’t you see for yourself?” replied Derek. Now, Donna had gotten herself in trouble. She was a bit nervous with the thought of touching a man’s penis, let alone touching it with dozens of people walking by her in bright sunlight. Her right hand started to extend, and she looked both ways cautiously as if she were at a stop light. Wanted to make sure no one was coming. Her fingers softly touched his giant cock, and once having made contact she slowly gripped it and encircled the shaft with her tiny hands. It felt awfully soft, almost like silk, its massive state not yet hardened by her touch. She let go, and gave her aproval to Derek and Jamie.

"It’s real,” Donna said. “The thing is real.” Derek then sat in between the two women, giving each of them an equally broad view of his dick.

"Why do you ladies have all your clothes on still?” Derek asked.

"Because we want to,” Donna snapped back at him. Derek liked a girl that made guys earn the right to see her flesh.

"Could you even wear a bathing suit if you wanted to? I mean, because of that?” asked Donna, pointing to Derek’s crotch.

"I think I’m a lot more comfortable this way,” he replied.

Chapter 3

Donna wanted to be with Derek in private, to spend more time staring at his privates, and asked Derek if he wanted to take a walk with her along the water. He agreed with no hesitation, and Jamie, although happy Donna had met somebody, was disappointed she had not met such a well-endowed individual.

"You three have fun,” Jamie said.

"Three?” asked Donna.

"Yeah, you Derek and Derek’s huge cock,” she replied. Donna shook her head and laughed, and took Derek by the hand and started walking with him toward the water. She noticed how with each step, Derek’s dick swung back and forth the way a pendulum would, back and forth, back and forth. It sure is a heavy hunk of meat, Donna thought to herself. Could he put it on a scale and weigh it?

"Um,” she stammered. “Were you always that big? Like at what age did you kind of notice you were a lot bigger than most guys?” The two stopped and faced each other, the ocean water just about meeting their feet.

"Well,” Derek said. “Let me put it this way. When I played little league, I didn’t have to worry about wearing a cup because my dick was so big it covered up my balls.” Normally, Donna would be offended by such obscene language, but with this guy, she would let it slide. She even laughed at his response.

"Well, now the obvious question,” said Donna, not the only woman on the beach to be staring at Derek’s manhood. “How big is it?”

"Never actually measured it,” Derek replied. He’s so full of shit, Donna thought to herself. All guys measured their dicks. They took pride in it. This guy probably started measuring his when he was nine, she thought to herself. It was probably huge then. How could he not measure it? The thing hung almost halfway to his knees, for crying out loud. You would think he would know every measurement of it - from length to width to weight.

"Oh,” she replied. “Just curious.” Donna started to wonder what it would look like in its erect state. All of the erections she had seen on the beach that day - Donna counted four in all - were pointed straight upward because the dicks were of normal size. But Derek’s dick? How could it stand upright if he got a boner?, she thought to herself. Where would he get all the blood from to fill it up?

"So do you do come to this beach often?” Donna asked, for once actually looking into his eyes and not at his crotch.

"Almost every day,” he said. “I just have a thing for showing off what I have. I think I’m probably going to be a male stripper - I mean, I could make a lot of money and it’s really easy.”

"Dude, I don’t think you could wear one of those G-strings,” she said. “The bulge would be the size of a grapefruit.” Derek laughed at the spirited conversation he was having with this youngster.

"How old are you?” she asked him.

"I’m 21. Just graduated from college back home,” he said. “I’m here on vacation. You?”

"Eighteen,” she said. “Leaving for college in the fall. Was thinking about joining like a sorority or something.”

"Great idea,” he said. “I was in a frat up at school. Good time.”

"Which fraternity?” asked Donna, not expecting the kind of answer she was about to get.

"MWBD,” he said.

"MWBD? What is that?” the brunette wondered aloud.

"Men with big dicks,” he said with a smile.

"Stop. You’re teasing me, right? There’s no such frat called men with big dicks, is there?”

"I am totally serious,” Derek said, not at all lying. “It’s a very small group, just five of us. But you can imagine all the women we got.” Donna was very turned on now, the thought of there being more men like Derek in the world. The two started walking back toward where Jamie was laying out. Donna’s curious mind began to wander aloud.

"Men with big dicks. Wow. Was there some kind of size requirement?” she asked.

"Yeah, but they didn’t bother to measure me,” Derek said. “There was no question I was big enough for the requirement.” Donna’s heart started racing, and she felt funny in her stomach, the sexual energy balling up inside her.

"What was the requirement?” she persisted.

"It was 10 inches,” he replied. Donna nearly fainted right there, her mind totally zapping out on her like the input she just received was too much for her to take. Ten inches? And he said there was no question he was big enough? This guy must have a foot-long dick when he gets hard! Donna stumbled on a mound of sand, causing her to flop clumsily to the ground.

"You alright?” Derek asked, extending his arm to help Donna up.

"I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, her face bright red from having thought about Derek’s erect size. “Let’s just go back to the blanket.” It was getting awfully hot, the three of them resting in what was now a secluded spot on the beach. Most of the people had vacated the area to go to a volleyball game being played a half mile down the sand. The three of them had more room to themselves.

"Can you rub lotion on me, Derek?” asked Donna, who winked at Jamie as if to say it was time to tease their gentleman caller.

"Sure,” he said.

"First, my feet,” she requested. Donna had the tiniest, cutest feet a girl could have, each nail manicured to the most distinct detail, her ankles meeting the base of the foot at the most perfect, natural angle. Derek then began to rub the creamy white substance into her soft calves, then her knees, and then her upper legs. Only inches from getting to touch her gorgeous, perfectly-well rounded thighs, Donna waved him off, and said “that’s enough.” Derek could not hold it any longer. He needed an excuse to pleasure himself right there, right then. He had never known such a young woman with such powerful teasing skills as this Donna, who had gotten a chance to not only look at for hours, but touch, Derek’s massive, horse-like dick and he could not even touch for a second, her thighs.

"I have to put lotion on,” he said, grabbing the bottle from Donna in an almost rude fashion. Her squirted out a big blob, almost a foreshadowing of what eruption of fluid would soon take place, and applied it to his soft penis.

"What the hell are you doing?” Donna said, although she started to get very hot in places uncharted by any of her previous boyfriends.

"I’m just putting on lotion,” he said. But Derek was not just applying sun-tan lotion to a part of the body not normally exposed to the summer sun. He was masturbating, and masturbating feverishly. Donna began to notice how each time his hand moved up and down, it had to make a longer trip - his dick was growing, and growing to proportions Donna never thought possible.

"Holy shit,” said Jamie, who had earlier whispered to Donna that even she had not seen a dick as big as Derek’s, ever.

"Derek, stop that,” Donna said, who had no real intentions of wanting this horse-hung man to cease jacking his giant prick. His dick had grown to a state where it pointed up and out from his body at a wide angle, the head of it bright purple and his balls slapping against his crotch. Donna was staring at his balls, and could not believe the distinct shape of them outlined in his sack - the looked like two huge grapes, maybe even plums. Derek kept stroking his dick, its mighty structure pointed right at Donna’s pretty little feet. And then he stopped, and when he let go of his fully-aroused member it flung back toward his body and smacked against his belly with a resounding thwack. Donna giggled for a moment at the noise his giant dick had created.

"You like it now? Is this what you wanted to see?” asked Derek, jutting out his midsection so his cock would hover over Donna’s legs.

"Oh my God,” Donna said. “Your dick’s as big as my arm.” Donna wasn’t too far from the truth, as the three would later find out Derek’s dick did indeed compare quite impressively to the length and thickness of Donna’s forearm.

"Stop it, Derek, seriously,” said Donna, now rubbing her foot against Derek’s cheek.

"You really shouldn’t do that on the beach, stroking that giant dick for everyone to see. You should really put that thing away.” God was this girl a tease, Derek thought to himself. He went back to work on his cock, but this time he did not last long. There were six shots in all, almost like a round of gunfire, six shots, six thick ropes of come that blasted from Derek’s rediculously-oversized penis and onto Donna’s uncovered legs.

The first one reached her thighs, and she promptly rubbed it into them to tease Derek even more. His dick hovered for about a minute, almost unsure of whether to stay hard or shrink down to its enormous flaccid state. Ten minutes passed, and his dick finally hung down along his leg again. No words were spoken after he came. Just a note was written by Donna and handed to Derek as the two women walked off. Derek opened the folded paper to see an address, Jamie’s address.

Chapter 4

The two women were preparing for the party, and Jamie let her young visitor know there would be nudity involved.

"But Jamie you promised I would never have to - “

"Shhh,” Jamie interupted her hot but intensely-shy friend.

"Just the guys have to be naked. Women can keep their clothes on.”

"Oh, because you startled me,” said Donna, who twitched even when a gentleman just glimpsed for a second at her large, covered breasts.

"In fact,” Jamie said with a giggle. “The women have to be clothed. This, my dear young Donna, is what you call a CFNM party.”

To be continued...

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Clueless Secretary Takes Urinalyses CFNM

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This story is almost too wild to believe, but its true. My position at work requires that I routinely get U.A.'s from employees. (Pee tests as they call them) I have never liked that part of my job, but company policy dictates it be done. I have complete control over where I go and when I go. And I travel around to a degree. I am in and out and on to another location. A few months ago I was given an assistant. Primarily she was hired as a secretary to help me keep the paperwork updated. Her name is Gloria and it seems for most of her life she has been a housewife. She never really got into the job market because she stayed home and took care of her husbands needs. When she finally got bored doing this, she went to one of those secretarial schools and learned enough to get the job with me.

Gloria is a knock out. I think I know why her husband did not want her out in the real world. She is about 5 foot 4 inches tall and actually kind of thin. What she lacks in the boob department she more than makes up for in the ass and leg department. I swear those legs of hers go all the way up to her ass. The first time I saw her she sheepishly knocked on my home office door and it was all I could do to maintain a business like demeanor when she handed me her placement papers. Even though her tits are on the small side, they are perfect in every other way. This particular day she was wearing one of those scooped neck dress outfits. The length of the dress really set her legs off nicely. And when she bent over my desk to sign some papers I could see into the cups of her bra clear to her hard nipples. I am talking instant hard on. Her tits were perfect. Gloria is 36 years old, but in reality she resembles a school girl. She has maintained her age very well. She has moderately long blond hair and big kissable lips. I remember that first day I could hardly keep my eyes off her.

As I began to learn more about Gloria I discovered that her husband had finally relented and allowed her to seek a job only after she threw a big enough temper tantrum. It turns out that in reality he never thought she would ever get a job anyway. He was surprised when she did. She said he underestimated her ability. I learned the reason he never thought she would get a job was based on her hair color. As you recall, I mentioned Gloria was blond. A true blond. In every sense of the word, a true blond. While she was an ace on the typewriter, I quickly learned that Gloria was an air head in every sense of the word. I had hours and hours of fun with her. Not only was she naïve and gullible, she rarely ever caught on to many of my pranks I played on her. Every other guy in my division was envious I had been blessed with such a knock out secretary so I once sent her from office to office asking for a small can of relative bearing grease. ( for those of you ex navy guys, you know that a relative bearing is a heading or direction on a ship.) Gloria still thinks somewhere out there is a can of grease for relative bearings. It did give me a chance to show her off to the other guys. She went office to office for most of the day.

After some time with her I decided to put her to the test. I recall how shocked she was when she learned she had been recording and filing lab results from urine tests. ( that was after I told her that urine was in fact, "pee") If she ever covered that in school, she must have slept that day in class she laughingly explained. She had been very inquisitive how I took the samples. I explained to her that I had to verify where the sample came from and that some employees actually smuggled in clean drug free urine in containers and dumped them in the sample bottle. In order to make sure that did not happen I had to hold the guys cock and direct the stream into the cup. "Ewwwww," she said. I hope I never have to take any samples. "Well, you will," I told her. As soon as the fiscal year ends I expected her training to commence and she would have to learn how to draw the samples. "You mean I have to hold their things?" She exclaimed. "How else are you gonna know and be able to verify the sample was from them", I asked? "Couldn't I just watch" she asked? I told her some of the guys got very creative and that I had seen guys actually run surgical tubing down the bottom side of their Penis so it looked like they were actually peeing the normal way. "Nope" I said, "I am afraid the only way is for you to actually hold the penis and direct the stream into the cup."

I went on to explain that when the cup was full enough she had to pinch it off like a hose and sit the cup out of the way then direct the remainder into the toilet. "Don't worry, you will get the hang of it as soon as your training starts" I told her. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Well, I am not looking forward to that part of my job" she said. "One other thing," I cautioned her. "No one knows exactly how we get these samples. If they learned our techniques, I am sure they would figure some way to cheat on their tests. So it is important you never tell anyone, not even your husband, how we do our jobs." I embellished a little by telling her that technically I could be in big trouble by even telling her what I had so far. I went on to tell her that until she had been cleared by the big guys upstairs she was not allowed to do any of this or even know how I did it. "When will I be cleared?" she asked. "I am not sure. Sometimes the process takes some time."

I began to get excited with my scheme and the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I had made all kinds of subtle moves on Gloria since she had started, but always met the brick wall. Maybe I should say the blond wall. She was basically dense. Good at her job and a fucking knockout. But Dense as they come. And besides, she went on and on about her husband, and how much she liked to please him and this and that. Shit, I found myself thinking to myself, a fucking babe like this and getting no where fast with her. But, all that was before I hit on my plan to get her to do all kinds of stuff under the guise of it being part of her job. The more I thought about it, the wilder it seemed. But it was working like a charm, Gloria was sworn to secrecy and desperately wanted to keep her job and prove to her husband she could do it.

A few days later I told Gloria that I was proud of her. I went on to tell her that her clearance had just come down from upstairs and that I had never seen a clearance get approved that quickly. She was excited and a bit apprehensive all at the same time. Excited because she had been approved, and apprehensive because now she could take samples. She nervously asked me if this meant she would be taking samples now? Not until you pass your training I explained. I told her that I would be conducting her training program and that could take some time depending on how quickly she learned the techniques. I told her she could watch me later in the day and I would run through the procedure with her and that would basically begin her training period. I told her that I had to sign off on her abilities before I actually let her draw any of the samples. "Until then, you will be in training" I said.

I dug out some of the department medical books to make it look more realistic. Later that day after I had drank enough coffee to float a battleship I called her into my office. Needless to say, I was nervous as hell and excited all at the same time. I had gone over this in my head most of the morning so I was prepared to make it all look clinical. I had Gloria sit by my side and I opened one of the books to the full color pages that showed the human anatomy. "Are you familiar with the male penis" I asked? "Ahh, ya." She hesitantly responded. "Well, I do have a husband" she said. "Is his the only one you have seen" I asked? "Well, ahhh," she stammered, "I did have a boyfriend before I got married and I saw his a couple of times."

I told her that was all ok, and that I was just running through the training from the top. I explained that I had to make sure she knew what she would be doing. "Oh, I understand" she quickly responded. I went on to explain that when a man was urinating if the penis was pinched around the middle, the flow would stop and then you could redirect the flow where ever you point the penis. "That will be important for you to remember" I told her. "I remember the first couple of cocks I handled, errrr excuse me for saying cocks," I inserted, "but I get tired of calling them penises. Anyway, I did not pinch them off good enough and ended up having piss flying all over the place" I laughed as I told her that. Her blondness never ceases to amaze me. She bought it hook line and sinker. "Well, what did you do" she asked excitedly. "Got wet" I told her. She laughed at that.

Finally I finished my preparatory phase and told her that the next portion would be for her to watch me basically take a sample from myself and in the process I would explain what it was I was doing. I was crossing my fingers hoping I would not have too rigid a hard on when I got into this part of the teaching. Gloria drew a deep breath and sighed. "Ok, she said in a resigned fashion, I guess that would be the best way to learn the technique." I had to keep pinching myself. This was too good to be true. Nobody could possibly be this fucking gullible I kept thinking. But Gloria was proving me wrong. She had even began taking notes. I made sure to tell her those notes could never leave her locked desk and that when she had memorized all the information they had to be destroyed. Oh, she assured me she understood perfectly. I was relieved to learn she had accepted the necessity of utmost secrecy in all we did. It could cost this company millions if our techniques got out I was telling her as we headed into my bathroom.

I set the sample kit on the countertop in the bathroom and told her that I would act as if I was talking to the test subject. "Please unzip your pants" I said to myself. I moved her around to my side and told her to watch everything I did and to make sure she paid attention. I noticed she had written on her note pad the words, "Please unzip your pants". I nearly burst out laughing. "Would you extract the penis" I said. Gloria quickly wrote this phrase down. I pulled my cock out and was relieved to see it still somewhat flaccid. I knew that was from embarrassment. I was not in the habit of taking a piss with a beautiful girl watching me and taking notes. "Now watch how I hold the cock" I told her, now determined to use the word cock every once in a while to get her used to hearing it from me. By speaking about my cock as if it belonged to someone else made the whole process easier. I slipped my fingers around my cock and put my thumb on the top of it. "Notice how I am holding the cock" I said. "In this way, when the cup is full, I can pinch it with my fingers on the bottom and my thumb on the top like this", I squeezed. "Now with your other hand, you hold take the cup and actually put the end of the penis into it just a little bit. If you put the cock too far into the cup, you may find yourself getting splashed by the force of the pee coming out". I placed my cock head just into the cup. Now I will show you how this works.

I noticed Gloria had paused taking notes and was leaning over staring at my cock. This caused my cock to twitch to say the least. She had bent down and was about two feet from my cock. She did not want to miss any of her instruction. Realizing that if I got a hard on just yet, it would be hard to complete this session I started to pee into the cup. She was not aware that a guy can adjust the flow by "clenching up", but I did and the cup began to fill. "Now watch as I stop the flow by pinching it off" I said. I pinched my cock and the flow stopped. "Wow, it works" she said. I continued, "and when I release the pinch, the piss started to fill the cup again." I pinched it off and held it stopped. "Ok, the best way to learn is by doing it" I said with a slight quiver in my voice. "I have not peed all I have to pee, so why don't you take over and we will see how you handle it. Don't be nervous and we will have many more practice sessions, so you will get the hang of it." She stared and finally spoke, "are you sure I am ready so soon"? she asked. "This will just be a quick run through for the first time. I know you are not ready to go solo yet, but believe me, by doing it this way, it is the only way to overcome the first time jitters." I said. "Besides, we were all nervous with our first one" I laughed. "Just move in as close as you need to be" I told her. "Reach down and hold the penis for a while to get used to it. Believe me, after you have done this as much as I have, it will get to be second nature."

Gloria slowly began to extend her hand toward my cock. I was starting to sweat bullets because my cock was starting to twitch and I was not sure I could keep from getting a raging hard on when I finally felt her hand on it. I was thinking of everything under the sun to keep my mind off of what was going on. He fingers went under my cock and she slowly raised them up until my cock was resting on her fingertips. Her touch was a light as a butterfly. I urged her on, "go ahead and don't be afraid of it. This is the time to make mistakes if you are going to make any. Believe me, when you start doing these to the employees, you will have to be very sure of yourself and not be hesitant." Gloria's thumb came to rest on the top of my cock. Her grip began to tighten on it and I felt myself start to harden. Fuck, I thought to myself. My mind raced. "Ahhh," I stammered. You might, ahh, notice the penis getting a little rigid," I struggled to sound as clinical as possible. "I know I don't have to remind you that you are a girl and I am a guy. That reaction is perfectly normal, and nothing to worry about." I quickly added, "we will cover the chapters on male erections and how to take samples from them later on".

I chuckled to myself, amazed at how all this was falling into place. "Get a good grip on the cock" I told her. "I will pee into the cup and then I want you to try the pinch technique to stop the flow. Don't worry, I will tell you if you are pinching too hard or not hard enough." I felt her hand circle my cock and it got harder. I began to pee into the cup and told her to pinch it off. Her hand squeezed my cock. "Harder," I said. She squeezed my cock hard, and I stopped peeing. "Ok, very good." I said. "Now dump that urine in the toilet and repeat the process." She dumped the cup in the toilet and repositioned it beneath my cock. "Put the head of the cock just inside the rim of the cup" I said. She slid it in and I began to pee again. "I can't believe how warm the pee is, she said. And I can feel the pee coming through your penis," She added. "It does feel like this is getting harder too" she said, referring to my cock. "Perfectly normal" I quickly exclaimed. Now pinch or squeeze it off again.

By now my cock was no where near flaccid and was in fact more erect than not. Gloria's small hand barely circled my cock enough to squeeze. I have always prided myself on having a thick cock, even though I had always wished it was longer than its 7 inches. ( I grew up saying it's the penmanship, not the pen.) When she had squeezed my cock hard enough I stopped the flow again. "Now go ahead and pour the piss into the toilet and then direct the remaining pee into the toilet. Gloria held my cock while I continued pissing into the toilet. I had been curious to see if she would do this, or ask me to take over. I again attributed this to her amazing blondness that she held my cock as I continued peeing into the toilet.

When I was finishing, and the last little bit was coming out, I told her she could go ahead and shake it up and down to get it all out. As if it was part of her class she began shaking my cock over the toilet. Her shaking put me over the top and my cock grew to its full size. "Wow she exclaimed, it is really getting hard now." "That will happen, I said. It happens to me every once in a while too. "Your kidding me" she said. "Well, we do have some gay employees here you know." She accepted that explanation. Her last few shakes amounted to little more than jacking me off, although I am sure she thought she was shaking it. "Make sure you shake it well, I said. To get all the remaining urine out." No sooner did I say this, than I noticed precum coming out of my cock. Not wanting to press my luck too far this first time, I finally told her to go ahead and wipe the head off and that would complete the class. Again, I underestimated Gloria's blondness and was pleasantly surprised when using her bare hand, she wiped the head of my cock off. Of course she ended up with a glob of precum on her hand. I fully expected her to question why she had to wipe it off since she would have had her sample by then, or at least that she would have used toilet paper. But she did neither. I painfully tucked my exceptionally hard cock back into my pants and told her to go have a seat at my desk while I finished up in the bathroom.

I debated about jacking off to relieve myself, but decided I could maybe come up with a good use for a good load of cum later in Gloria's training program. I knew I was sitting on a gold mine here. My mind was racing with all the possibilities. I figured if I played my cards right I could keep this going indefinitely and have a blast in the process. I came back into my office and told Gloria that she had done exceptionally well for her first time. She actually beamed with pride. I told her that I had trained my share of guys and girls but that she had a real knack for the process and I thought in no time I would feel confident enough of her progress to let her try a solo test. During all of my explanation I was struck with Gloria's rapt attention to what I was saying. It was as if she was taking part in a lecture at some college class.

The next day I told Gloria that I wanted her to review her notes and I would let her take me and treat me as if I were a regular subject and go ahead and draw the test. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath before asking if I was sure she was ready for that. I told her to do the best she could and I would critique her as we went along. "Don't worry" I assured her, "the best way to learn is by doing it. I gave her the test kit and the paper work and told her to go outside and knock at the office door, then come in and identify herself and tell me that she was there for an on the spot urinalysis. I told her to refer to her notes anytime she needed and to fill out all the paperwork from the top to the bottom and when we were done we would go over her technique. She again drew a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Ok, I will do my best" she said as she gather the paperwork and the kit and exited my office.

I was beginning to wonder what was taking her so long to commence the project since she was in the hallway several minutes, and still had not knocked. Finally I heard a light knock. "Come in" I responded. She opened the door and entered meekly. I told her that she must command the situation and display confidence or the guys would know they had the upper hand. Another deep sigh, "I'm sorry I will try harder" she said. "You're doing fine, I reassured her, just take your time. "I am Gloria Carter from urinalysis and I am here to do an "on the spot urine test" on you" she said in the boldest voice she could muster. "Ok I said, what should I do"? "We will have to go into your bathroom" she stammered. As we walked into the bathroom she was busy reading her notes and almost ran into the door jamb. Once inside, she read from her notes. "Please unzip your pants" she said. I did as she ordered. "Now take your penis out" she said. I pulled my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. "I notice you getting a little hard" she read from her notes, "don't worry, that is perfectly normal" she again read from her notes. I laughed to myself and was again amazed at how incredibly gullible she was. She had even written down my comments to her from yesterday. "Now what do I do" I questioned her with my now almost completely hard cock pointing straight at her. "Ahhhh, errrr, she stammered flipping through her notes and suddenly grabbing the test jar and dropping her notes into the sink in the process, Hang on a second" "I will now take the sample from your cock, errr penis." She reached over and grabbed my cock in one hand while holding her notes in the other. Then she stood there reading while she was holding my stiff cock. I finally spoke up, "Just relax Gloria, you are doing great." "Remember to command the situation. First off, have me face the toilet unless you want me to pee all over the floor." "Then remember to place my cock in the jar and remember the pinch method." "Oh ya, I know, I know, I got it, I got it now," she exclaimed. "I will now take a sample of pee from your penis" she ad libed. "Don't forget the jar" I mentioned as she stood holding my cock over the toilet. "Oops" she squealed. She grabbed the jar and then froze. "Your cock is sticking straight out. She said in puzzlement. How can I do this with your cock, err penis like that?" As she said this she was trying to hold the jar at an angle that would allow me to pee into it. As rigid as my cock was, the jar would have stayed on my cock without her holding it. She tried to push my cock down a couple of times but it was as stiff as a board. Everytime she pushed down on it, it got stiffer. It was literally pointing up. I was not helping matters any either.

Its now or never I thought to myself. I was about to try and play my trump card. I mustered all my calmness and in a very clinical manner told her that every once in a while I run into the same situation. I clinically explained in a matter fact tone of voice that the penis must be manually reduced from its excited state. I explained that if this procedure did not work, then she would have to wait until the penis went down on its own. And sometimes that could take a while. "As for me, I explained, with my case load and the number of these I have to get taken in any given time, I usually manually reduce the penis so I can take the sample and get on with my business."

"How do I do that," She asked? "Well, I suppose we can cover that subject now even though I was going to get into that at a later date. Since my penis is in the erect state now, I guess now is as good a time as any to cover this chapter." I was beginning to sweat hoping I could pull this off. " I don't know if you a familiar with masturbation?" I inquired. Her blank stare answered the question for me. "I can use common terms if that will help. Ahh let me think here. Manual manipulation, (I knew she would never get that one.) Jacking off, Wanking." Suddenly the lights went on. "Ohhhh, she exclaimed. Then with a puzzled look, she asked, You wank guys?" "Hey, the pay is the same and we have to get the sample." I calmly explained that once we had approached someone and informed them they were to be tested, we had to stay with them until the test was complete. "Otherwise they could take something to ruin the test" I said.

"Go ahead with the test, unless you want to wait and see if the penis goes down on its own" I calmly informed her. She stared at my cock which she had been holding in her hand the entire time. She was thinking about it. "In situations like this, you have to explain to the test subject what you are doing and why you are doing it. Remember to maintain control, you are the boss of them until you get your test." After we are finished today make sure you update your notes so you will know how to handle this situation if it happens again" I told her. I knew full well that if she fell for this one and went through with it, she would be jerking a lot of cock. No one in their right mind could avoid getting a hard on. " I will observe the penis to see if it gets smaller so I can point it into the jar and complete the test" she announced as if she was in complete control. I laughed to myself because she was standing there clutching my cock and looking at it as if she actually expected it to shrink.

We must have stood there for 10 minutes. Her holding my cock clutched in one hand and the urine sample jar in the other. Every once in a while she would stick the head of my cock in the jar and try to bend it down so it was pointed in a way to capture the urine in the jar and not have it pour out as fast as it went in. Every time she tried this, my cock got harder. Finally she sighed. "I will manually wank your penis to make it smaller " she announced as if she was announcing a blue light special at the local K mart. Her small hand began to move up and down on my cock. My knees began to tremble. "You will probably have to move your hand rapidly on the penis" I said using my best clinical voice. "Don't worry, I told her. Most of the time this does not happen, and you can get the sample and be gone in a very short time" I lied. She was now bent over and concentrating on her task. Her hand was a blur and she had bent forward to see what she was doing. I was in heaven. I knew I could not hold out too much longer. I began to groan and told her that groaning was a good sign and was a sign she could soon complete the test. No sooner had I said this than a bolt of cum shot out of my cock and hit the back of the toilet. "Oops shit," she squealed. Trying to point my cock toward the toilet. "You are making a mess," I admonished her. I could not believe it when she quickly cupped her other hand over the end of my spurting cock and I pumped several more long shots of cum into her hand. Then she cupped it as if it was a precious cargo. She held her hand cupped under my cock and milked it down as my spurts slowed to dribbles.

My cock began to soften and seeing this, Gloria reached over and forgetting her hand was coated in my cum, she grabbed the jar and stuck my cock in it as if it had been on fire. "You may pee now" she announced in a business like tone. She had my cock clear to the bottom of the cup. I knew what was about to happen. I grunted and suddenly the piss shot from the end of my cock like a geyser. It also shot back out of the cup just as fast as it went in. "Shit, I mean oops, I mean oh no," she squealed as piss splashed all over my cock, her hand and arm and even her face that by then was only a short distance from her "work". "The pinch method, quick" I yelled. She pinched my cock so hard I grunted. "I am sorry, she said. Oh damn, I will never get this right." I decided it was time to help her out and I quickly told her that for her first time she was handling the situation very well. "Just remember not to put my cock so far into the jar" I added. She sighed a deep breath and gathered her wits about her. ( what wits she had.) I looked down and laughed inwardly at what I was looking at.

Here she was bent over my cock with piss all over her cum dripping hand and my cock and her face and my pants. The sample jar was by now coated in my cum that she had cupped in her hand. The jar had very little urine in it. I told her to release the pinch and slowly draw the sample. She did. I peed in the jar. She reapplied the pinch set the cum dripping jar on the counter and held my cock pointed at the toilet. I continued to pee until I was finished and she shook my cock and then as if out of habit she swiped her hand across the tip of it to dry it off. I laughed to myself over that and was glad she had picked that habit up.

Over the next few weeks I had her take samples everytime I had to piss. She actually got quite good at it. At least two times each day she would have to jack me off. (Everytime she waited for quite a while though to see if it would go down.) She told me that she did not mind the pee tests but hoped the guys were limp so she would not have to manually reduce them.) I managed to convince her that my hardons were mostly my own doing as part of the training program and that I was certain she would not encounter that many in her rounds. Besides I told her, from time to time we got an order for a seman sample ( I had to explain what seman was. I ended up calling them sperm samples so she would remember them. So, As I told her, the practice whe was getting in her training would come in handy. Everytime she jacked me off my mind raced to come up with a method to use that would convince her to put my cock in her mouth. I figured I would have to give that serious thought, since I could not get too greedy and blow the fantastic deal I had going here. Above all, I knew I had to keep it clinical or she was bound to wise up. At least I was reasonably certain she would wise up. But then hell, I was amazed I had gotten as far as I had at this point.

I had this one guy in another division that I was going to use to try her out for her first actual pee test. He was the biggest and the blackest guy in our company and he was always horny. When I felt the time was right I approached him and asked him if he was ready for his urine test. At first he was resigned to it. I took them all the time and they were commonplace by now. But when I explained that I might be convinced to have my assistant take the test from him, his interest peaked. "You have got to be shitting me," he said. "You mean that blond pixie that is your secretary." "Yup, I replied, not only that, but I might be able to make it really fun for ya if you got some extra cash to convince me." After I had explained what she would do, he could not get his wallet out fast enough. I only charged him twenty bucks because he would be the first test and I was not sure how much this would be worth. I told him what she would be expecting so he could act like it was normal. He cracked up when I told him that this was the way I had been doing the tests too.

The next day I told her I was going to have her do her first test. I explained that she had not yet been authorized, so she had to keep this quiet and she had to be quick about getting the sample. I also told her that if all went well on this test I was sure she would get her authorization with no problems. She was excited and apprehensive all at the same time. "What happens if I screw it up" she asked as we drove to Henry's office. "You will do fine, I told her, besides if you need me I will be just outside the bathroom door. I may even peek in if I can without being seen by your subject." I fully expected to peek in all right. I would not have missed this for the world.

We arrived and Gloria immediately read through her note book and when she looked up at Henry who had just came into the room, her eyes got as big as hubcaps. She pulled me aside and whispered, "He is black" with shock in her voice. "So what" I asked. "Err, well ahhh, its just that I have never seen a black penis before." "Hey, a cock is a cock, after a while they are all the same. You will do fine," I told her. She introduced herself and told Henry she was there to take a urine sample. Henry's eyes were the size of hubcaps now. "Ok," he responded and he answered her list of questions from our forms. No, he was not on medication. No he had not been taking any drugs, etc. etc. "Ahhh, Gloria stammered, if you will accompany me to your bathroom we can get this over with" They both went into Henry's private bathroom. After they were inside I pushed the door open and peered in. "Will you unzip your pants, Gloria said. And please pull your penis out," she added. Henry complied. I could see what was going on because they were at an angle from where I was situated. Henry hauled his log out of his trousers, and Gloria set down the kit and uncapped the Specimen bottle. She moved closer to him and I noticed his big sigh as she reached over and wrapped her hand around his black cock. She reached over and took the bottle and placed his cock just inside the opening. "You may pee now" she said. They stood there for some time. I could see her shake his cock a little as she repeated her command. Still nothing. However every time Gloria shook on his cock it grew larger. I saw Gloria's shoulders raise and lower as she sighed. She was starting to realize that the bigger Henry's cock became the more likely she would have to manually reduce it.

Before long, Henry had a raging rock hard cock. Gloria told him to relax and not to worry. She said she would allow him time for it to go down so she could get the sample. I pulled the door closed and then yelled through the door for Gloria to hurry up. I told her (through the door) that we had several other stops to make. Then I pushed the door back open and looked in. "Ok, I will be right out, we are nearly done", she yelled back at me. She told Henry that she would have to manually reduce the hardness so she could draw the sample from him. My eyes were the size of hubcaps as I watched Gloria start jacking off Henry. She was bent over his cock and watching it intently as she pumped it. Henry, who stood nearly 6'8" tall towered over Gloria. He placed a big black hand on her shoulder as she pumped harder on his cock. The more she pumped, the lower she bent over. She desperately wanted this to be over so she could take the sample. Henry surprised me when he suddenly and blatantly told her to suck it. Gloria kept pumping. Then he said again, " Suck it and it will go down." As if she heard him for the first time, she coughed a little and replied that she did not think that would be necessary. She pumped harder. Henry had moved his hand up to the back of her head and was placing pressure on her to bend over farther. Before long he had her head very close to his cock. Again I pulled the door shut. I rapped on the closed door and yelled at Gloria to get a move on. I quickly reopened the door.

No sooner did I do that and looked inside than I saw Henry push the back of Gloria's head to where it was nearly hitting her mouth. Suddenly, in what was as much a surprise to me as it was Henry, Gloria opened her mouth and quickly took at least 4 to 5 inches of his cock inside of her mouth. Her hand was blur on his big black cock. FUCK!!!! I thought to myself. This was better than I had ever hoped for. Henry started pushing her head into his crotch and with each push Gloria took more of his cock into her mouth. Then Henry threw his head back and clutching the back of Gloria's head holding her in place I could see his ass thrust even more of his cock into her and I knew he had to be shooting. Gloria was pushing at him for all she was worth trying to get his cock out of her mouth. Henry's ass kept hunching forward as he shot more and more of his cum into her mouth. I could hear Gloria gulping trying not to drown in cum. Finally Henry released his clutch hold on her head and she shot backwards like a sling shot. Henry's cock came out of her mouth with a popping noise and she coughed and gagged all the while she managed to direct his cock over the open toilet so any remaining cum would go in there. I watched as a few little drops came out of Henry's cock into the toilet. Good grief I thought to myself. She swallowed most all of it. Gloria quickly reached over and grabbed the sample bottle and put the head of Henry's now rapidly deflating cock into it. "You may now pee," she announced in a voice that sounded like she was still trying to swallow the remainder of his cum. Soon Henry started to pee into the bottle. Gloria pinched his cock and pulled it from the bottle. She held the bottle up and looked to make sure she had enough. After sitting it on the counter, she aimed Henry's cock at the toilet and released her pinch hold. He must have peed a gallon. Then Gloria stood there shaking his cock and again she reached down and wiped the remaining piss off the head of his cock and thanked him for the sample.

"Did everything go alright," I asked Gloria as she came out of the bathroom. "Oh sure, she responded, it went fine." I noticed what had to be some cum on her chin. "Did he have any trouble giving you the sample", I inquired? "He was too stiff at first and I had to manually reduce his size, she responded. I have never seen a penis as big as that one. His penis was not as thick as yours, but it was noticeably longer," she added. I told her that she would find some guys no problem at all, but that she was bound to run into some guys that needed help to get ready to give their samples. I stressed the key thing was the sample above all else.

My phone was ringing when we got back to the office. It was a very excited Henry. "I gotta have more of that" he said excitedly. "You breathe a word of it and you will never see her again," I told him. I also told him that with all the extras he managed to get, the price had gone up to one hundred a visit. He excitedly told me he would have paid twice that before I hung up.

Well, this has gone on long enough for the first installment. Believe me Gloria has been exceptional at her job. I have many more interesting stories to tell about her going with me to take samples. I will have to take the time to write them out and send them in. Briefly before I close this, let me tell you that I did finally manage to get Gloria to give me head, and it was exceptional. I maintained my clinical approach through out the whole deal. Gloria has had other experiences that would probably be classed as one time only experiences since I am convinced she does everything she does feeling it is all part of her job, and nothing more. Oh and so far, our secret is intact from everyone including her husband who I have met a few times. He is a domineering asshole just like I suspected. Why Gloria stays with him is beyond me.

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